In this world, humans posses at least one spectacular and unique talent. Not regular talents, like singing or cooking. But abnormal talents. Telekinesis, seeing the future, running faster than light, flying. Those types of talents. However, after discovering such power, we discovered a much darker one. The power of our own minds. One that can ultimately alter the course of history as we know it. There are many groups that say to have power over this, saying that they can kill anyone with just one blink. But that's not true, they just want people to fear them. To leave them alone so they may carry out their unimportant lives. Most of these groups are junkeys and addicts. And then, there are the reapers. A rather large group of geniuses, able to actually do what others claim. In this world, they hold everyones life in the palm of their sweaty, greedy, power-hungry, hands.
Another group does exist. a group dedicated to stopping the reapers, and ending their reign of terror. Sadly though, it's only a group of disgruntled orphans. It's only me and six others. Children of unknown origin and of poor homeless people. We live down in Brooklyn, a tiny run down orphanage on reaper way. No one here has a full name, nothing more than a first one. None of us have any education whatsoever. But the school system failed years ago. Back when THEY first took over. And none of us have any plan or direction other than stopping the reapers.
"can I help you?" a man growled from behind the store counter. He was dressed in a large black cloak and none of his flesh was visible.
"yeah you can," I grumbled, emptying the food stored in my light blue backpack. I'd stolen it a while ago from REI. "ring this up."
"hey would you like to-" he began.
"hey! Would you like to show a little respect to me! I'm not showing your scum any courtesy! Freaking reapers. You think you own this world don't you?!" I snapped, cutting him off.
"if you don't clean up your act, the penalty is death." he said calmly. People like him made me sick, believing they owned everyone. Believing they owned the world.
"sorry," I said fakely. "please ring up my purchase."
"that's more like it. This will be twelve devs. Enjoy your day." the man sighed. He threw the assortment of fruits, vegetables, and hostess snack cakes into a plastic bag. Impatiently, I swiped the thing up and strode out.
"and you yours." I snarled, throwing a few pieces of paper at him.
The walk back to my mundane and rotting orphanage was like every other; painful. Each homeless man and drug addict lay on the gray streets. They begged for money and food. But that didn't matter to me, the only thing that did was stopping the reapers. I knocked on the door and a large chunk of it fell off. Maggie ripped it open from the inside.
"did you bring me coke?!" she cried.
"Maggie, you can't buy cocaine at a grocery store. Plus, you need to stop doing that stuff. It's bad for you." I replied. She pouted and then dropped to her knees.
"but I need it Astor! I need it!" Maggie begged.
"Maggie! Your ten! Stop!" I threw her down to the floor. Standing above the girl I could see the pain, the hopelessness, the hurt, flooding through her eyes. Her body was shaking constantly, vibrating from years of drug use. Maggie was small, very frail and jittery. She had long blonde hair that fell to her waist and normally kept it in one large ponytail.
"it helps me run faster!" she would say, bouncing about. but that was back far before the reapers lost their heads. I suppose that happens to people who have to much power. Soon, their thirst for world domination became clear. Recruiting signs were posted everywhere. Anyone who came to their main office, a huge building in the shape of a pentagon, was accepted and given a job. Those are the ones with black capes, mundane, boring, brainwashed into doing nothing but ordering people around. Aside from them are the ones with red capes. You don't see them around town, they stay in the main office. The red capes are the highest ranking ones. Ones that can kill you with the blink of an eye or the twitch of a finger. They rule this world. It used to be called earth. But now, it's known as pandora's box. A name that signifies hidden insanity covered up by a beautiful and attractive outside.
"I know... But I-I run faster with it." Maggie whimpered, breaking my train of thought.
"you can run fast enough now Maggie. Come on then," I lifted her up, glancing at her blue eyes quickly. "let's go tell the others it's dinner time."
"okay... Thanks." she mumbled. I patted the girls head slowly and then we strode up the stairs.
Ecstatic pings and beeps came flying out the crumbling door. I knocked a few times before coming in. The boys, Jackson, Mitchell, robert, and Dylan, were happily playing a racing game. I glanced down at the shiny system. It was called an 'xbox'. I had stolen it from a random store years before. The glistening metal reminded me fondly of the way they had reacted. Smiling, happy faces, hugs and joyous shouts.
"food?!" Robert clapped. He was the youngest, a tiny boy of five.
"yep, food Robert." I smiled. He clapped ecstatically and then grabbed the bag out of my hand.
"cool, food." Dylan yawned. He is fifteen, my age. So are Mitchell and Jackson.
"so... I have, a twinkie and a cupcake for everyone, some sandwich materials, and I stole some mayinose? Mayoniss? Mayonnaise? And some... mooseturd?" I grumbled staring at the labels on the cans. I'm not exceedingly smart or educated, none of us are. Except Dylan, he's a techo-nesis. Or someone who can control technology with their minds.
"mustard and mayonnaise." Mitchell corrected. He pushed the goggles up the bridge of his nose and stretched his arms out. Mitchell can talk to animals. He's constantly chattering with squirrels and raccoons. They get in our "house" pretty often. We barely have walls anymore.
"right... So, let's eat I guess. Anyone seen mica?" I asked. Mica was the other girl in our group. She could tell a lie and it would come true. But she never talks anymore, Mica was a compulsive liar. She couldnt stop whatsoever. So we cut out her tongue one night. Now, she just sits around and sleeps. Robert thrust his hand out and the bread went flying into it.
"no, haven't seen her today actually. Probably working the corners." Dylan smirked.
"stop!" I laughed, pushing him backwards.
"that's what she should do man, she's a whore!" Dylan cackled. He put his hands up as if to say "I'm innocent".
"she's only done it twice! And we need the money. The only people who have that now are reapers." I growled. Robert greedily spread the white contents of the mayonnaise jar onto a piece of bread. He then pulled out another piece and coated it with mustard and meat. Robert lifted the sandwich up, using his mind of course, and took a bite.
"but it's okay because she has a rockin bod." Dylan winked. I kicked him in the groin and stared at him blankly.
"great! So now Maggie and me can become prostitutes too! Robert! Don't you think about that! Forget I said anything!" I smiled. Dylan always had a way of making us all feel better.
"I know Maggie could, but you? No chance of that." Jackson interjected in between ravenous bites of sandwich. I smacked him over the head and tried to give my most intimidating look.
"I was wondering about your silence," i grumbled. "now I know, you were thinking about something mean to say!"
"oh come on Astor! Dont be butt hurt! We're just screwing around with you." Dylan grinned. He smoothed down his jet black hair and then yawned.
"I'm thirsty..." Robert mumbled, toying idly with a crumb.
"alright, who wants to go down to the abandon school yard for some water? The fountains are down but the tillers there still work. We'll have to take our chances with disease... But at least we won't be thirsty." I sighed. The water fountains there used to work, but recently we'd been having to drink from the toilets. Maggie and Jackson had gotten stomach flu last week. That had extremely hard on them and Maggie nearly passed on.
"not again..." Dylan rolled his hazel eyes.
"it's a possible stomach flu or it's dehydration." I huffed. Dylan slung a bright red back pack over his shoulder and cracked his knuckles. I readjusted the blue pack on my back and grabbed Dylan's arm.
"you guys stay here, we'll be back soon." he grumbled. I could tell he didn't really want to go, but I needed backup. If any reapers caught us hanging around there, sucking water out of toilets, they take us and kill us. In pandora's box, every crime is one punishable by death. I ripped the front door and it snapped off it's hinges. The crumbling heap of wood fell to the ground and I cringed.
"you just had to break it didn't you?" Dylan said blankly.
"I didn't mean to! This goddamn place is just so unstable!" I snapped. Bad things always happened to me. Broken doors, abandoning parents, murderous actions, I was always around to either cause or witness such things.
"it's fine, I'll just grab a piece of plywood at the dump. Let's get out of here." Dylan said reassuringly. He put a hand on my shoulder and led me out.
We walked for a while before reaching a drab, gray, schoolyard. Trash littered the ground and walls were falling apart. A few street lamps hung vacantly, lightbulbs missing. The two of us quickly surveyed the area, to assure there weren't any black capes around.
"we're good, I'll go first." I whispered. Dylan nodded and glanced about.
"make it quick... I'll keep watch outside." he replied softly.
"alright, if you see any black capes, say something." I ordered. Silently, I dashed over to the nearest bathroom. Tile was falling off the walls and the roof had nearly caved in. I knelt down near a toilet and filled up a few bottles of water.
"Astor! Get your ass out here!" Dylan screeched. I flung the water back into my backpack and then clumsily threw it over my shoulder. Dylan snatched my hand and ripped me along. Murmurs and hushed curses rippled through my ears. Behind our fleeting bodies were about three reapers, scythes drawn. Every black cape carried one, it was necessary for them. The reapers broke into a sprint as Dylan hauled me along. One of them slashed at me, cutting a strap on my backpack and creating a gash in my shoulder. Blood poured from the new wound, soaking my mud covered tank top and floaty skirt. I growled to myself and peered at Dylan. The two of us were streaming around the desolated school yard. His hair was flying in the breeze and for a moment, I smiled a little bit. The gravity of the situation soon brought me back though.
"GET THEM!" a black cape shouted. He threw his hand into the air and a dumpster came flying at us. Dylan jerked me to the side as the heavy metal box slammed into the ground.
"why aren't you torching them?!" Dylan grunted in between exasperated gasps.
"because! I can't get a good look at them!" I shrieked. He was referring to my power. It was a very rare one, it was the power over fire. If the conditions were right, I could shoot fireballs out of my hands. It may sound ridiculous, but we humans have learned that some minds are so strong they can concentrate all the heat in their body to one dingle point. That's exactly what I can do. However, it's a little hard to focus like that while you're running at full speed, stumbling over debris, and being attacked by reapers.
"well get a good look at them!" he cried.
"hey! Why don't you kill them instead?!" I snapped.
"because there's no technology around here!" Dylan growled. Another dumpster went flying for us. Dylan pulled me to safety once again. If it weren't for our predicament, I probably would have kissed him. That was twice now he'd saved my life. I suppose I'd better start keeping a count. We continued sprinting about before reaching a fence.
"it's to tall to climb! Theyll get us for sure! I can blow a hole in it if you stall them!" I shouted.
"okay, let's do this." he nodded.
Dylan ripped a pole out of the side of a building. He swung it around to test the strength and weight before running off. I could hear growls and swipes of scythes screeching through the air. A scream broke my concentration and I jumped back.
"Dylan..." I whispered. His screams weren't unfamiliar to me. Way back, when we were both young, we would spar for fun. He wasn't much of a match for me though, you can't really beat the girl that breathes fire. I jumped over to where he was. Dylan lay on the ground, clutching his leg. The black capes were cackling over his body, grinning ear to ear. Scythes raised and tension in the air, one swung down. Something went flying from my hand. A bright ball of fire slammed into his chest and he fell back. I raised my hands, sticking two finger out on each. The last two reapers dropped their scythes and ran off in the other direction. Dylan moaned in pain and I Dropped down next to him.
"they got my leg..." he winced.
"let me see..." I sighed, removing his hand. Scarlet liquid bubbled out, making me cringe. A large gash traveled down his calf.
"it's bad isn't it? I can tell." he grumbled.
"I'm going to have to do something really painful. But it's going to save your life." I frowned.
"do it. We can't afford to be any weaker than we are already. Plus, then we'll be equal." a light smirk graced his lips and he shut his blue eyes.
"I'm going to cauterize it, okay? It'll sting like a mofo but it'll keep you from losing anymore blood." I took a deep breath and then shut my eyes.
"do it. Fast. More are coming, it's obvious the others just left for help. We have to get out of here soon and I'll leave a trail of blood if you don't cauterize it now." Dylan grunted. His eyes were shut tightly and his teeth were clenched.
"one," I groaned. "two, three!" my hands slapped down on his legs and I carefully ran them across his wound. Dylan shrieked extremely loudly and I jerked back. The wound looked terrible, blood soaked and now burnt.
"thanks..." he gasped.
"anytime- oh shit." I said. Over the horizon hundreds of black capes were headed straight for us. Scythes raised high as possible they were sprinting towards me. I ripped Dylan off the ground and threw his hand over my shoulder.
"what?! What's going on?!" he cried. I slapped a hand over his mouth and pointed. Dylans jaw dropped and I hauled him over my shoulder.
"why are there so many?!" I shrieked.
"they want you! God! You shouldn't have shot that one! They're gonna be tracking yo down now! They're gonna use you as a weapon!" Dylan smacked his forehead. I hobbled away as fast as I could.
"hang on tight Dylan!" I gritted my teeth and bashed through the rusty fence. The sound of hundreds of reapers flooded my ears.
"no! I was going to let go because that just sounded like so much damn fun!" he shouted.
"don't have time for sarcasm right now!" I protested, sprinting off.
"obviously." he whispered breathily.
"I'm going to try and high jack a car okay?! We can move faster that way!" I suggested, not really thinking it through.
"no! Don't! If you highjack a car they'll have a description and they'll find you easily. It's going to be smarter to just make a run for it." dylan panted. Thoughts raced through my throbbing head and I glanced about. Nowhere to hide so far. We were in the middle of a four way intersection, reapers advancing from all sides. In desperation, I held both my hands out. Concentrating all the heat in my body to the two points I breathed steadily. A small burst of fire left each and bowled over a small group. Behind them lay the meat packing area. The perfect place for us to hide. Lots of people hung out there, constantly bargaining over prices and getting high in corners. Maggie used to hang out here a lot. Plenty of cheap cocaine to get at. I threw myself through the tiny gap. Scythes cut through the air around me, whistling before hitting the ground. A hand gripped my left shoulder but I threw it off. Dylan was being jotted about like a bag full of wet cats and he winced with every bump.
"made a run for it happy now?" I screamed, running away. The black capes followed us in high pursuit. Every step made my heart jolt out of my chest.
"no, I'm really not!" he cried. I slipped through the door to a busy market and looked around.
"where to go?! Where to go?!" I cried nervously. Reapers flooded the marketplace and any escape attempt seemed pointless.
I know, it's a huge long shot. But I want to make this a book(with the addition of more of course). This is just the very beginning. I'd love your guy's opinions. I trust you a lot. I'll take it down soon, sorry it's not IZ related but I also want to get it on DA.
Another group does exist. a group dedicated to stopping the reapers, and ending their reign of terror. Sadly though, it's only a group of disgruntled orphans. It's only me and six others. Children of unknown origin and of poor homeless people. We live down in Brooklyn, a tiny run down orphanage on reaper way. No one here has a full name, nothing more than a first one. None of us have any education whatsoever. But the school system failed years ago. Back when THEY first took over. And none of us have any plan or direction other than stopping the reapers.
"can I help you?" a man growled from behind the store counter. He was dressed in a large black cloak and none of his flesh was visible.
"yeah you can," I grumbled, emptying the food stored in my light blue backpack. I'd stolen it a while ago from REI. "ring this up."
"hey would you like to-" he began.
"hey! Would you like to show a little respect to me! I'm not showing your scum any courtesy! Freaking reapers. You think you own this world don't you?!" I snapped, cutting him off.
"if you don't clean up your act, the penalty is death." he said calmly. People like him made me sick, believing they owned everyone. Believing they owned the world.
"sorry," I said fakely. "please ring up my purchase."
"that's more like it. This will be twelve devs. Enjoy your day." the man sighed. He threw the assortment of fruits, vegetables, and hostess snack cakes into a plastic bag. Impatiently, I swiped the thing up and strode out.
"and you yours." I snarled, throwing a few pieces of paper at him.
The walk back to my mundane and rotting orphanage was like every other; painful. Each homeless man and drug addict lay on the gray streets. They begged for money and food. But that didn't matter to me, the only thing that did was stopping the reapers. I knocked on the door and a large chunk of it fell off. Maggie ripped it open from the inside.
"did you bring me coke?!" she cried.
"Maggie, you can't buy cocaine at a grocery store. Plus, you need to stop doing that stuff. It's bad for you." I replied. She pouted and then dropped to her knees.
"but I need it Astor! I need it!" Maggie begged.
"Maggie! Your ten! Stop!" I threw her down to the floor. Standing above the girl I could see the pain, the hopelessness, the hurt, flooding through her eyes. Her body was shaking constantly, vibrating from years of drug use. Maggie was small, very frail and jittery. She had long blonde hair that fell to her waist and normally kept it in one large ponytail.
"it helps me run faster!" she would say, bouncing about. but that was back far before the reapers lost their heads. I suppose that happens to people who have to much power. Soon, their thirst for world domination became clear. Recruiting signs were posted everywhere. Anyone who came to their main office, a huge building in the shape of a pentagon, was accepted and given a job. Those are the ones with black capes, mundane, boring, brainwashed into doing nothing but ordering people around. Aside from them are the ones with red capes. You don't see them around town, they stay in the main office. The red capes are the highest ranking ones. Ones that can kill you with the blink of an eye or the twitch of a finger. They rule this world. It used to be called earth. But now, it's known as pandora's box. A name that signifies hidden insanity covered up by a beautiful and attractive outside.
"I know... But I-I run faster with it." Maggie whimpered, breaking my train of thought.
"you can run fast enough now Maggie. Come on then," I lifted her up, glancing at her blue eyes quickly. "let's go tell the others it's dinner time."
"okay... Thanks." she mumbled. I patted the girls head slowly and then we strode up the stairs.
Ecstatic pings and beeps came flying out the crumbling door. I knocked a few times before coming in. The boys, Jackson, Mitchell, robert, and Dylan, were happily playing a racing game. I glanced down at the shiny system. It was called an 'xbox'. I had stolen it from a random store years before. The glistening metal reminded me fondly of the way they had reacted. Smiling, happy faces, hugs and joyous shouts.
"food?!" Robert clapped. He was the youngest, a tiny boy of five.
"yep, food Robert." I smiled. He clapped ecstatically and then grabbed the bag out of my hand.
"cool, food." Dylan yawned. He is fifteen, my age. So are Mitchell and Jackson.
"so... I have, a twinkie and a cupcake for everyone, some sandwich materials, and I stole some mayinose? Mayoniss? Mayonnaise? And some... mooseturd?" I grumbled staring at the labels on the cans. I'm not exceedingly smart or educated, none of us are. Except Dylan, he's a techo-nesis. Or someone who can control technology with their minds.
"mustard and mayonnaise." Mitchell corrected. He pushed the goggles up the bridge of his nose and stretched his arms out. Mitchell can talk to animals. He's constantly chattering with squirrels and raccoons. They get in our "house" pretty often. We barely have walls anymore.
"right... So, let's eat I guess. Anyone seen mica?" I asked. Mica was the other girl in our group. She could tell a lie and it would come true. But she never talks anymore, Mica was a compulsive liar. She couldnt stop whatsoever. So we cut out her tongue one night. Now, she just sits around and sleeps. Robert thrust his hand out and the bread went flying into it.
"no, haven't seen her today actually. Probably working the corners." Dylan smirked.
"stop!" I laughed, pushing him backwards.
"that's what she should do man, she's a whore!" Dylan cackled. He put his hands up as if to say "I'm innocent".
"she's only done it twice! And we need the money. The only people who have that now are reapers." I growled. Robert greedily spread the white contents of the mayonnaise jar onto a piece of bread. He then pulled out another piece and coated it with mustard and meat. Robert lifted the sandwich up, using his mind of course, and took a bite.
"but it's okay because she has a rockin bod." Dylan winked. I kicked him in the groin and stared at him blankly.
"great! So now Maggie and me can become prostitutes too! Robert! Don't you think about that! Forget I said anything!" I smiled. Dylan always had a way of making us all feel better.
"I know Maggie could, but you? No chance of that." Jackson interjected in between ravenous bites of sandwich. I smacked him over the head and tried to give my most intimidating look.
"I was wondering about your silence," i grumbled. "now I know, you were thinking about something mean to say!"
"oh come on Astor! Dont be butt hurt! We're just screwing around with you." Dylan grinned. He smoothed down his jet black hair and then yawned.
"I'm thirsty..." Robert mumbled, toying idly with a crumb.
"alright, who wants to go down to the abandon school yard for some water? The fountains are down but the tillers there still work. We'll have to take our chances with disease... But at least we won't be thirsty." I sighed. The water fountains there used to work, but recently we'd been having to drink from the toilets. Maggie and Jackson had gotten stomach flu last week. That had extremely hard on them and Maggie nearly passed on.
"not again..." Dylan rolled his hazel eyes.
"it's a possible stomach flu or it's dehydration." I huffed. Dylan slung a bright red back pack over his shoulder and cracked his knuckles. I readjusted the blue pack on my back and grabbed Dylan's arm.
"you guys stay here, we'll be back soon." he grumbled. I could tell he didn't really want to go, but I needed backup. If any reapers caught us hanging around there, sucking water out of toilets, they take us and kill us. In pandora's box, every crime is one punishable by death. I ripped the front door and it snapped off it's hinges. The crumbling heap of wood fell to the ground and I cringed.
"you just had to break it didn't you?" Dylan said blankly.
"I didn't mean to! This goddamn place is just so unstable!" I snapped. Bad things always happened to me. Broken doors, abandoning parents, murderous actions, I was always around to either cause or witness such things.
"it's fine, I'll just grab a piece of plywood at the dump. Let's get out of here." Dylan said reassuringly. He put a hand on my shoulder and led me out.
We walked for a while before reaching a drab, gray, schoolyard. Trash littered the ground and walls were falling apart. A few street lamps hung vacantly, lightbulbs missing. The two of us quickly surveyed the area, to assure there weren't any black capes around.
"we're good, I'll go first." I whispered. Dylan nodded and glanced about.
"make it quick... I'll keep watch outside." he replied softly.
"alright, if you see any black capes, say something." I ordered. Silently, I dashed over to the nearest bathroom. Tile was falling off the walls and the roof had nearly caved in. I knelt down near a toilet and filled up a few bottles of water.
"Astor! Get your ass out here!" Dylan screeched. I flung the water back into my backpack and then clumsily threw it over my shoulder. Dylan snatched my hand and ripped me along. Murmurs and hushed curses rippled through my ears. Behind our fleeting bodies were about three reapers, scythes drawn. Every black cape carried one, it was necessary for them. The reapers broke into a sprint as Dylan hauled me along. One of them slashed at me, cutting a strap on my backpack and creating a gash in my shoulder. Blood poured from the new wound, soaking my mud covered tank top and floaty skirt. I growled to myself and peered at Dylan. The two of us were streaming around the desolated school yard. His hair was flying in the breeze and for a moment, I smiled a little bit. The gravity of the situation soon brought me back though.
"GET THEM!" a black cape shouted. He threw his hand into the air and a dumpster came flying at us. Dylan jerked me to the side as the heavy metal box slammed into the ground.
"why aren't you torching them?!" Dylan grunted in between exasperated gasps.
"because! I can't get a good look at them!" I shrieked. He was referring to my power. It was a very rare one, it was the power over fire. If the conditions were right, I could shoot fireballs out of my hands. It may sound ridiculous, but we humans have learned that some minds are so strong they can concentrate all the heat in their body to one dingle point. That's exactly what I can do. However, it's a little hard to focus like that while you're running at full speed, stumbling over debris, and being attacked by reapers.
"well get a good look at them!" he cried.
"hey! Why don't you kill them instead?!" I snapped.
"because there's no technology around here!" Dylan growled. Another dumpster went flying for us. Dylan pulled me to safety once again. If it weren't for our predicament, I probably would have kissed him. That was twice now he'd saved my life. I suppose I'd better start keeping a count. We continued sprinting about before reaching a fence.
"it's to tall to climb! Theyll get us for sure! I can blow a hole in it if you stall them!" I shouted.
"okay, let's do this." he nodded.
Dylan ripped a pole out of the side of a building. He swung it around to test the strength and weight before running off. I could hear growls and swipes of scythes screeching through the air. A scream broke my concentration and I jumped back.
"Dylan..." I whispered. His screams weren't unfamiliar to me. Way back, when we were both young, we would spar for fun. He wasn't much of a match for me though, you can't really beat the girl that breathes fire. I jumped over to where he was. Dylan lay on the ground, clutching his leg. The black capes were cackling over his body, grinning ear to ear. Scythes raised and tension in the air, one swung down. Something went flying from my hand. A bright ball of fire slammed into his chest and he fell back. I raised my hands, sticking two finger out on each. The last two reapers dropped their scythes and ran off in the other direction. Dylan moaned in pain and I Dropped down next to him.
"they got my leg..." he winced.
"let me see..." I sighed, removing his hand. Scarlet liquid bubbled out, making me cringe. A large gash traveled down his calf.
"it's bad isn't it? I can tell." he grumbled.
"I'm going to have to do something really painful. But it's going to save your life." I frowned.
"do it. We can't afford to be any weaker than we are already. Plus, then we'll be equal." a light smirk graced his lips and he shut his blue eyes.
"I'm going to cauterize it, okay? It'll sting like a mofo but it'll keep you from losing anymore blood." I took a deep breath and then shut my eyes.
"do it. Fast. More are coming, it's obvious the others just left for help. We have to get out of here soon and I'll leave a trail of blood if you don't cauterize it now." Dylan grunted. His eyes were shut tightly and his teeth were clenched.
"one," I groaned. "two, three!" my hands slapped down on his legs and I carefully ran them across his wound. Dylan shrieked extremely loudly and I jerked back. The wound looked terrible, blood soaked and now burnt.
"thanks..." he gasped.
"anytime- oh shit." I said. Over the horizon hundreds of black capes were headed straight for us. Scythes raised high as possible they were sprinting towards me. I ripped Dylan off the ground and threw his hand over my shoulder.
"what?! What's going on?!" he cried. I slapped a hand over his mouth and pointed. Dylans jaw dropped and I hauled him over my shoulder.
"why are there so many?!" I shrieked.
"they want you! God! You shouldn't have shot that one! They're gonna be tracking yo down now! They're gonna use you as a weapon!" Dylan smacked his forehead. I hobbled away as fast as I could.
"hang on tight Dylan!" I gritted my teeth and bashed through the rusty fence. The sound of hundreds of reapers flooded my ears.
"no! I was going to let go because that just sounded like so much damn fun!" he shouted.
"don't have time for sarcasm right now!" I protested, sprinting off.
"obviously." he whispered breathily.
"I'm going to try and high jack a car okay?! We can move faster that way!" I suggested, not really thinking it through.
"no! Don't! If you highjack a car they'll have a description and they'll find you easily. It's going to be smarter to just make a run for it." dylan panted. Thoughts raced through my throbbing head and I glanced about. Nowhere to hide so far. We were in the middle of a four way intersection, reapers advancing from all sides. In desperation, I held both my hands out. Concentrating all the heat in my body to the two points I breathed steadily. A small burst of fire left each and bowled over a small group. Behind them lay the meat packing area. The perfect place for us to hide. Lots of people hung out there, constantly bargaining over prices and getting high in corners. Maggie used to hang out here a lot. Plenty of cheap cocaine to get at. I threw myself through the tiny gap. Scythes cut through the air around me, whistling before hitting the ground. A hand gripped my left shoulder but I threw it off. Dylan was being jotted about like a bag full of wet cats and he winced with every bump.
"made a run for it happy now?" I screamed, running away. The black capes followed us in high pursuit. Every step made my heart jolt out of my chest.
"no, I'm really not!" he cried. I slipped through the door to a busy market and looked around.
"where to go?! Where to go?!" I cried nervously. Reapers flooded the marketplace and any escape attempt seemed pointless.
I know, it's a huge long shot. But I want to make this a book(with the addition of more of course). This is just the very beginning. I'd love your guy's opinions. I trust you a lot. I'll take it down soon, sorry it's not IZ related but I also want to get it on DA.
My message: okay, the picture you posted came straight from my DA account. Its my photography. Why did you steal it? I took the picture myself and you just posted it here. Then your accepting compliments from people when it's not even your art! I'm very upset by this! Why did you steal MY photography?!
Her reply: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BITCH?! I DIDNT STEAL NO ONES ART! FUCKING ASSHOLE FOR ACCUSING ME OF THIS!! I BLOCKED YOU AND ANY OTHER PUSSY FRIENDS YOU HAVE! YOU KEEP ACCUSING ME OF STEALING ART WHEN REALLY, YOU STOLE MINE FUCKER!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK OFF YOU BITCH! GO WORK A CORNER AND RUB YOUR MOLDY PUSSY ON SOMEONES HEAD! FUCKING BITCH!
I would like you guys to write her each a response letter. Im so pissed right now, I'm actually acting civilized.
Her reply: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BITCH?! I DIDNT STEAL NO ONES ART! FUCKING ASSHOLE FOR ACCUSING ME OF THIS!! I BLOCKED YOU AND ANY OTHER PUSSY FRIENDS YOU HAVE! YOU KEEP ACCUSING ME OF STEALING ART WHEN REALLY, YOU STOLE MINE FUCKER!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK OFF YOU BITCH! GO WORK A CORNER AND RUB YOUR MOLDY PUSSY ON SOMEONES HEAD! FUCKING BITCH!
I would like you guys to write her each a response letter. Im so pissed right now, I'm actually acting civilized.
This is my first story so sorry if it isnt that good well i really hope you enjoy and ash is a wolf and everyone elese are humans right now:). invaderimemo: *sees ash* dont be scared its ok come here ash:(is a wolf) shivers invaderzimemo:there there... good wolf ash:sniffs emos finger invaderzimemo:i wont hurt you, thats is (ash is puring) (invaderzimemo loves ash as a wolf) keeps petting ash ash:is comfortable *comes closer to emo invaderzimemo:GOTCHA ash:eeek invaderzimemo:*hugs ash super tight* dont run away again theres nothing to be afraid of sweet little wolf ash:start scraching emos face (still in her arms) invaderzimemo:ill never let you go again ash:hiiiissss invaderzimemo:owowowoowowowowowowoowowowowowo it hurts stop scraching ash:*gets away runs up in a tree* invaderzimemo:your a dog not a cat come back grrrr! COME BACK *starts to rain gos home* THE END.
Fanpop when I heard this word life seemed great. I was so happy others shared my passion. But saber and jet have left and others will soon do the same. Fanpop is dying over what? Yep that's right a comment. Not a fight not hate mail one comment. So iask you two... Why? Jet cares he misunderstood and didn't mean it that way saber he loves you. Saber over reaction? A bit much to leave forever over a comment. I know you guys were together but just because you kinda broke up your leaving? I guess I won't be on much either... I got other things to worry about taking self defense classes, boxing, grades, Australia. So much more I just don't know skool is starting up again. My besties are gone. Fates just spitting in my face isn't it?
I know everyone hates me alot sooo i wanted to say im sorry and i promise to quit being mean sometimes everyone can be a jerk and i was a huge one everyone plz can we all start over im sorry irkeninvadermay and invaderjet and well the rest i know the biggest thing i did was that comment i did and i guess i was jealouse that i was not in it sooooo im sorry im more sorry then ever i cant be mean to people that love something i love and that is INVADER ZIM and i came here to make friends that love invader zim that didnt go to well did it so can we all start over i promise that i will be a better person.
My name is Iz. It's pronounced the same way "is" is. This story starts with me at age 9. I was in third grade. It sucked. People were mean to me there. The good part is that the idiots that go to my school made me feel like Albert Einstein. Even though I DID have trouble in school. But I'm gonna cut to the chase.
Iz: U CANT MAKE ME MOVE, MOM!
Mom: Yeah i can. u liv with me and ur coming with me to louisiana
Iz: But ITS SO HOT THERE!
Mom: and we cant find good jobs in colorado so we're stuck in Louisiana get use to it
Iz: But wat about Miza?!
Mom: That girl u leik?
Iz: That girl i LOV!
Mom: It's a new girl everyday -_-"
Iz: shes dah one though!
Mom: u always say that. b sides! ull meet some 1 better here!
Iz: i hope so.
I really doubted I'd find anyone. But I was just about to move.
Iz: U CANT MAKE ME MOVE, MOM!
Mom: Yeah i can. u liv with me and ur coming with me to louisiana
Iz: But ITS SO HOT THERE!
Mom: and we cant find good jobs in colorado so we're stuck in Louisiana get use to it
Iz: But wat about Miza?!
Mom: That girl u leik?
Iz: That girl i LOV!
Mom: It's a new girl everyday -_-"
Iz: shes dah one though!
Mom: u always say that. b sides! ull meet some 1 better here!
Iz: i hope so.
I really doubted I'd find anyone. But I was just about to move.