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Lonely Streets bl 11Van had fallen asleep in the bed and his body fell into a deep sleep to help heal himself. Slowly as he felt himself slowly wake up his lashes fluttered open slowly and he groaned into the pillow. His body was sore and he slowly pushed up to sit up rubbing his fingers over his face before looking around seeing no sign of Jaz. His eyes narrowed and he growled "Jaz? Jaz. You in here?" He didn't hear anything and with a slow burning anger he stood up waivering on his feet a little he steeled himself and stepped into the bathroom he wasn't in there. He walked out into the living room looked in the kitchen area no one was here but him he was stalking towards the door ready to rip his gaurds a new one for letting Jaz out of his room.
At the second he was reaching for the doorhandle it opened to show Xander opening the door for Jaz who was wearing a waiter's outfit and holding a tray of food. With confusion and anger fuming inside him Van blinked at Jaz. "What in the hell happened... You go g
Lonely Streets 10As the limo came to a slow stop Jaz coudlnt stop blushing and he pulled Van's coat around him covering his body from sight because if he opened his coat everyone would see the love bites on his chest and the fingerprint like marks on his hips and arms. Van was laying back still very much exposed as he reached for a cigarette from the limo holder.
Van looked over the petit young man that he had just claimed as his and heard moan and climax with him so perfectly. He had looked so beautiful lost in lust and pleasure now he looked like a scared little rabbit again. Adorable that is what he was.
Jaz's blue eyes looked at Van trying to light the cig and he let his soft voice sound "That's bad for you Van..." his eyes filled with worry.
Van smirked slowly and reached out handing him the lighter. "I want you to light it for me. Every time you do you can tell me how bad it is for me..." his dark eyes were filled with mischeif.
Jaz's fingers fumbled with the lighter and held it up to the cig. "V
Talented 2So I discovered that I was really persuasive. I was scared of this talent at first. So scared that someone could find out. I didn't push anyone for a few months. Not till the night my foster mother tried to lock me in a closet for not cleaning my room. That's when I finally pushed someone again. I locked eyes with her and Used my talent... I pushed her mind. I told her to stop. And she stopped. She froze just like I told her to. I told her to let me go and she did. I told her to never touch me again and she nodded repeating my words. Then I felt my head start to hurt. I hurried and told her "You're going to be nice to me and the other foster kids too!" and the pain spiked and I closed my eyes because my head hurt so bad. She stood there looking dumb while I went up to my room turned off the light and Laid down. My head pounded. I learned then that I couldn't push people for too long or it would hurt me. The other kids and I got Ice cream that night and every night after. I felt
Becka 8Sasha looked to her telling her "Whisper their are people... certian people looking for us. It's a miracle they haven't found you yet... We have to keep moving so that we can stay safe. We don't stay in one place for long. It's how we stay safe..." She tried to explain quietly.
Becka blinked slowly. "What? People are after us? Why? I'm not going anywhere untill you tell me what the hell is going on and who the hell I was! And stop calling me that! My name is Becka." Becka let her voice raise.
Brennan stepped forward and his voice was even and deep like rough velvet. "We aren't like other kids Becka. When we were born... we were given to a secret secter of the government. They did experimental gene therapy on us. On alot of kids... but we were the only ones that survived the experaments." Becka felt herself stop breathing in shock. Brennan went on as the other two stood silent as stone. "They changed us Becka... We can do things now. Things no human can do..."
Becka breathed in a harsh
Becka 7Her whole body tingled and there wasn't any pain. She felt Brennan set her down in the grass helping her sit up. "Whisper-"
"My name's Becka...why do you keep calling me that?" Becka was a little foggy. It felt amazing to be without pain in her head. She felt Brennan hold her tighter for a heartbeat.
Sasha spoke softly to her. "We all named eachother. When we were old enough to understand we needed real names... You ended up being Whisper... I'm Sparx."
"I'm Shift..." Wesley told her with a smile.
Brennan was silent. Becka looked up at him expectantly. He wasn't looking her in the eye. "My name is Reaper."
Something in the way he said it made her not so afraid but sad. "Why didnt we have real names...I don't understand...I'm confused..."
Brennan sighed. "We'll tell you everything soon. It's late right now...but we'll tell you everything on the road."
"The road? What? Im not leaving. This is my home!" Becka pulled away from them wanting to get back into her safe home.
"But it's not safe
Becka 6Her head was pounding and now she was staunching a bloody nose with her hoodie sleave. "I have to go back home..." Becka turned away from these wierd kids and started going back home when suddenly in the quiet of the night she heard Sasha call out something. "Whisper?"
Becka stopped without reallizing she had stopped. She blinked at nothing as she felt a small tingle of recognition creep into her mind. "What...did you say?" Becka turned slowly back around letting her arm come away from her face, not caring that her nose was all bloody and gross.
Wesley said it now. "Is it really you Whisper?"
Tears came to Becka's eyes as she asked with a quiet hushed voice "Please don't tease me that you know who I am..." a tear slid down her cheek.
Brennan stepped up beside her "We have been looking for you for years. Ever since that night... We've been looking for you Whisper." She now noticed that they were looking at her with hope and vulnerability shining in their eyes.
"Who are you? Who do you t
Becka 5His hand was warm, almost uncomfortably so. "Why do you want to know about my scar Brennan? Why's it so important?" Becka asked him quietly as the chill from the breeze from the window brushed her skin.
Brennan looked at her with serious eyes and said "If you really want to know...come with me. Now."
Becka pulled her wrist out of his hand. "What? No. I can't its the middle of the night. Mal is the sheriff what do you think he'd do if he found me out of bed in the middle of the night? He'd wake the whole police station and find me!" she hissed at him.
Brennan cocked an eyebrow, "Come on, you've never snuck out at night before?" after Becka shook her head he asked "Really? Never? Wow you're such a goodie goodie, I never would have-" he stopped himself short and looked frustrated. "Just come with me this once... I'll tell you everything... it's important."
Becka looked into those dark eyes still not knowing what color they were. Her pulse seemed to jump at the thought of leaving out her w
Becka 4Slowly threw the darkness she heard a familiar voice. Mal was angry. She could tell. He was using his quiet voice that held a dark sinister tone in it. "You told me the damage was located in the part of her brain with memory. Why is she bleeding and passing out? You told me she was healthy. "
"She is healthy Sheriff. I don't understand how this happened. Its not medically possible. Her scar tissue has started getting inflamed in part. Like its trying to heal or rebuild tissue. Look at this MRI, you see here this part of her brain has already changed the scar tissue into healthy cells. Working brain tissue. Thatisnt medically possible sheriff. Not without extensive experimental trials in gene therapy which is illegal to do with the brain. "
Becka opened her eyes and rolled over sitting up with her elbow. "Mal? W-what's wrong with me?"
Malcolm moved to her side with his fake smile in place telling her "You're fine kiddo. Really better than fine. The doc here says that y
Unhappy valentines dayLove is a fickle fleeting thing
So enjoy it while it lasts
A warning to young love
It ages and withers
Some faster than others
Take hold to love as true and strong
As it can never be true love that is wrong
Some have more love to give
And others more love will it take
Some destined hearts to be open
And others destined to break
Though spirit is strong
Their is much hearts can take
But to not be loved
Is too much to take
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
the Blood of HeroesIt was the middle of the night and the lab in the Guardians headquarters was quiet. That didn’t last as the door opened and three young people entered. “Um, are we going to get caught?” Stupendous asked, looking around nervously. “And isn’t there an alarm in here?”
“Don’t worry, squirt. Polygirl’s sound asleep in Gordon’s room. There should be enough time to do what I need to do,” Hnekakal said as she went over to one of the machines in the large room. “And I took care of the alarm.”
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing?” Testament asked.
“Eyup,” the Native woman replied as she started pushing bottoms on the control panel. “I memorized how this do-hickey works. It only looked like I wasn’t paying attention.”
Testament crossed his arms. “I’m not sure that it’ll work the same way on you that it did with me.”
She turned to him and thumped
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #01"Hey guys!" the blonde girl called out and winked into the camera, the black haired boy next to her doing the same.
"So,-" she continued, "-it's been a couple of days, but now Johnny and me are back with the first episode of our video blog Venn-ything Goes. Since the last episode was kind of introductory, we've decided to label it #00. We got a ton of feedback by you and you had some really crazy-shit ideas regarding our next transformation. We'll tell you the winner shortly, but before, Johnny and me would like to tell you how the eight hours in each other's body felt. To do so, Steve has interviewed us shortly after we changed back. Here's the video!"
The image changed to that of a living room. On a couch, Amanda and Johnny were sitting, but in the next moment, they seemed to have switched place.
"Yes!" exclaimed Johnny, patting his groin. "It's good to have ol' Willy back!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Pah. Was it so bad having to give up your companion for eight
The Emissary With the sun’s smoking rays lingering at my back and the city disappearing into the storm-purpled distance, my eyes met the dusty twilight. Though my heart was drumming in the cage of my ribs with passion and verve, the girl in my arms was no longer breathing, her skin growing cold under my shadow. The desert under my feet seared my soles and served no other purpose than to remind me that I was going home at last. I looked over my shoulder, clutching her closer, knowing she was the only relic left from that city, from the city that took Nirestria. And she was the only thing that could nurse my forest home back from the smoldering mess it was left in the wake of the war.
Though I was ashamed to fathom the single remedy for my home was the very unholy thing that wrought its obliteration.
Huffing half in desperation and half in exhaustion, I fumbled forward on joints of glass and
JazzLensJasmine Fowl, a young woman, who regularly had a lot of lustful eyes upon her, was shielded by a number of scientists. She was at Deluxe City for a special experiment. Jasmine heard these people "geek out" on the subject of many different things, notably things like "probability," or "possible side effects," but they were too much for her 22-year old brain. All that mattered to her was which rich man she was going to see.
Jasmine found time to comb her long, curly black hair, as it ran down her beautifully browned skin. She looked like a copper woman, shining all around. She normally would be wearing revealing clothing, but she was wearing a pink shirt, with blue tights and white shoes. She had a well-rounded body, or at least, she figured.
"Miss Fowl, you understand that there are risks?" scientist asked. She only made the universal agreement sound. "Very good, it seems like we can begin."
A plump, blonde haired woman, possibly older than the scientists, walked up to her hear ho
TalentedMy name is Jess. And my story is... Well it's different. I seem to attract trouble or maybe I'm the cause of it. Anyways I should probably start from the beginning...
When I was little I found out I had this... Talent. If I looked into a persons eyes and told them to do something, they'd actually do it. I know what you're thinking it sounds ridiculous but I'm not kidding. I have this power to make people do what i say. I found out on the night of my 10th birthday when my mom and dad got into this big fight. Well this wasn't like most fights. It was just getting worse and worse and suddenly I heard a thump in the living room where they were fighting. I rushed in to see my mom on the floor and my dad looking so angry. I felt myself get cold and hot all at once as my heart hammered in my chest. I rushed to my mothers side her head was bleeding. It looked like she had hit the table when she fell. "What did you do? What did you do to her?" I screamed at him as I trie
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