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Cat and Mouse The large oak doors creaked open just slight enough so that the brown fleck could squeeze its way through before the door was returned to how it had been. Sharp eyes watched from beneath a hood as a Dunmer male ran by as quickly as he could through the fast falling snow; snow which had already coated several inches of the entire city in a crunchy powder that stifled movement. It was a good call, he decided, to wear the leather garb of the Thieves Guild to this particular job as opposed to his normal preference to heavy armors. The cold metals would have frozen him long before he’d reached his goals even through his thick layer of fur. At least in the leather, his body temperature remained as it was, though his face and tail would care to disagree with this fact.
Straight ahead of him the large roaring fire just before the inn seemed incredibly appealing, but he was more disciplined than that. He could afford to rest in front of a fire after the job was done, and mor
EoTP Chapter 3The Odd One Out
I sat straight up in my bed, the scream echoing loud in my head as an alarm bleeped loud as could be on the other side of the room-a groggy hand hitting the snooze button. Cia…was that…a dream. That wasn’t right, that would imply that this is reality. It wasn’t possible for people to be able to do the things they were doing here. Yet that other place…that had felt even more like a dream. I took a glance over to Cia’s clock-it was seven in the morning. My first class started in two hours. Today was Monday-so I had an art class to attend. That was nice at least-there shouldn’t be anything too strange going on in an art class.
I tore off the slip I had worn to bed and threw on a shirt-I never really slept without pants-it felt odd to even attempt to. With a heavy sigh I packed up everything I would need for class and headed down to the dorm’s exit-which was still kind of broken so, I was nervous
EoTP Chapter 2 A Friendly Competition Between Specials.
The dorm room itself was quaint in comparison to the rest of the building. The walls were lined halfway up with wood paneling, and the two beds in the only room that was left were layered with simple white sheets-very much like the walls around them. There was no real bathroom-presumably that would be found elsewhere on the premise itself. We both picked a side of the room and started unpacking our belongings into their respective places.
“You guys done yet?” I jumped slightly at the voice behind me, turning to take note that Reck was looking at us with a smile that for whatever reason…rubbed me the wrong way. There was something I just didn’t like about this kid and I wasn’t entirely sure what.
“Yeah-I’m pretty much finished
Echoes of the Past Welcome to The Institude of the Extraordinarily Gifted
It was to be my first day at a school since the accident. I was finally fully recovered-at least physically speaking, and on my way to the place where I had been accepted. The flyer as well as the person I had spoken to on the phone said it would be right up my alley-a place where judgment was hard to come by. It would be a place where I could easily find my way in society. That was what they had said-and that is what I hoped to be truth, although the first and most important step would be finding my way there. This was a large town-just short of being a city. Its streets wound around blocks and connected with other streets in such a way that it reminded me of a maze. I ended up stopping to ask for directions at least four times-each time gaining a strange look from the locals before they would point me in the right direction.
When I finally found it…I was astonished. The gate itself
Power Within Chp. 8 The Hunter and The Lamb
We were walking for quite a while through a rather dense forest area, whose very being had be overgrown into a think mesh that seemed to try and aid me in making it as difficult for this man to take me anywhere I didn’t want to go…a fact which had him threatening to remove my very legs. I suspected it to be a bluff, for I really didn’t think he would want me to bleed out and die if he wasn’t going to leave me with that…creature whose claws had raked my body once before, with an extreme intent to kill. I wasn’t sure what he was playing at, or why he seemed to be cooperating, and or controlling the creature, but I knew one thing…he was dangerous.
Power Within Chp. 7 Strange places, Dangerous Inhabitents.
The sun was high in the sky by the time the female finally pushed me away to arm’s length so that I could stare into her orbs, which had so many emotions fluctuating within them.
“You should return to the place of knowledge now. It will be safer for you there.” Her words were stern and had a sort of urgency to them. I looked around and saw the mini versions of her run into the school right after she had spoken. I opened my mouth to inquire what was wrong, but she silenced me with a simple, “Go.”
She pulled me to my feet when I didn’t move and shoved me towards the door rather violently. I turned to see what the matter was and froze with slight shock. Standing across from her was a tall, slim form. A ghostly white face fr
PW Chapter 6 Strained Emotions
The convulsions raked my lungs and stomach as shock overpowered every other body function. I was hacking, and gaging up nothing all the while retching in pain until finally foul smelling bile burned my throat as it clawed its way to the surface, finally landing with a smear on the ground before me…again and again.
"I'm no expert on humans, but I am fairly certain they aren't supposed to do that." Van's brilliant response came flooding through my ears, as he poked and prodded at me, as though the actions would help him figure out what was wrong.
If I actually thought such a method would work, I would have gladly let him poke and prod all he wanted-however this was the real world and such things didn't help. As such I swatted him away as another convulsion ripped through my body, producing yet
Power Within Chp. 5 The Truth of Things
The rest of the day past rather awkwardly as I sat in my room learning more about the small Gremlin I had begged John to keep. His name, according to him, was Van, Van Sil Sludge De Cartheen. A long name for sure, a fact that I pointed out to him. He merely shrugged, saying it was because my name was far too short that I found his properly lengthened name, odd. I suppose that made sense, in some weird way. He told me about the lizards in the library, and more importantly what they were. Van said they were an older race, around longer than humans themselves. I had asked him if they were around during the time of the dinosaurs and he laughed, saying I was silly. Couldn't really understand why he laughed at my question, but apparently it was a ridiculous proposal. He said they had many names over the years; the most recent one given to them was Lizardman, completely unoriginal in every sense of
Power Within Chp. 4 The Visitor
The darkness was all consuming as I floated within my mind's eye, floating in an eternal abyss of darkness void of any emotion. Within the prospects of this void nothing was given any thought…everything simply was. There was no conflict over my sister's treachery; she simply was…the same with John and the lizards, and that creature that attacked me. Everything simply existed with no real purpose in my memories. Nothing was up, nor was it down, nor left nor right. It was a sea of emptiness that supported me and consumed me all at the same time. It was serene, and it was horrifying.
I drifted through this non-sensible darkness for quite some time before I finally heard the first sign of the outside world. It was fa
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
SoullessI traded my soul for a little more life
And was given a body that isn't mine.
Now I've been employed by death
To be a gatherer of souls.
I use the one life I was given
To destroy the lives of thousands.
Why did I make such a choice?
I should have let myself die.
I never deserved a second chance.
I never deserved power.
Now I must use it for evil.
There's no good in this world.
Evil has swallowed us whole.
All that's left is rotting souls.
Where is your god?
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
My forest feedsMy forest has no trees,
and why should it?
It's made of limbs
and salt crusted joints.
It is a horrible place,
but it is mine-
the way you soon will be.
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
This timeThe wheels
and a hard place,
and I can't charm
And I'm not sure
what it wants from me
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