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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,
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
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
Fox Shadow Chapter 15Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. This belongs to Bioware. Please enjoy.
Chapter 15: First Steps.
The events of a few hours ago still had not settled with Vixen. Her life as a Spectre was now in the public view, she knew the Alliance would now try and use her to their own advantage. Everything was falling into the place where she didn't want them to fall, but she knew that now she had no power to stop anything. As she stood looking out across the skyline of the Citadel, Vixen thought of what might now happen. If the Alliance were nice they might give her supplies to help with the mission given to her but it was more likely they'd give her a pat on the back and tell her 'good luck'. Either way, she was alone.
Huffing, she turned away from her window and walked over to her suitcase that she gave up on trying to pack after she found out the limit of shotguns she could carry was only two.
“I suppose I could buy more and have them shipped to me while I'm...away” Vixen spoke
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #02Venn-ything Goes #02
Trust Machines story
The youtube video started rolling with the view of a nondescript plastic crate.
"Hey, folks!" a cheerful voice said from the off. "Here's Steve again and it has been nearly eight hours since Amanda and Johnny have turned into earthworms. They've spent most of the time boring through the earth in this crate where I stored them, just like normal earthworms do, and I have barely seen them. Well, that is until an hour ago when they suddenly showed unexpected 'activity'."
Steve snickered and grabbed the crate's lid. "So let's take a look what Johnny and Amanda are up to!" With verve, he removed it and exposed the two earthworms Johnny and Amanda had been transformed into. But instead of digging themselves through the wet soil, both their wriggling shapes were at the
Nuclear Acceleration"Goodbye, darling." Carrie says to her husband sweetly and gives him a goodbye kiss. Then Carrie leaves for her work in a nuclear plant. She fondles her lower abdomen on the way and keeps remembering how wonderful her last night was with her husband. "If only I can be pregnant," thinks Carrie.
Carrie is 25 years old and married with her husband 3 years ago. Since then, they wanna have a baby but they just don't have one. Therefore they make love more and more frequently and hope a baby will finally come. Carrie has always kept imagining what "pregnant Carrie" looks like since she got married.
Carrie reached the nuclear plant. She is an operator of the machines in the plant and needs to turn on or off some equipment at regular time interval. The job is very important as radiation may leak out accidentally upon an operator's mistake. Although Carrie does not this dangerous job very much, she agrees to work in the plant just for her incredibly high salary.
"Eh. What a dull job. I will nev
.:: To Breathe In The Unknown ::.What a more fragile yet so incredibly strong when enchanted with hope and desire than the creatures that call themselves humans. I will not deny that when I saw their faces, I saw me. I saw my people. Yet, when I glimpsed at their plain and hackneyed body structure, I was consumed with disappointment. Humans are such ordinary beings. I am impressed, however, of their survival skills. They are not ignorant children, running and jumping around with glee, nor do they have a good anatomy to within stand their surroundings. No, they are needy creatures. Shelter, fire, more water, more food, need more sleep, they all cry and shout. The lion can last a few days without a meal. An ant is perfectly fine in its pile of dirt crowded and shoved against its brothers and sisters. The horse can run miles upon miles without complaining. Such selfish, vermin creatures humans were. Then again I would be a liar if I said I had little interest in them. It was how alluring and charming they were. They obse
Alex CraytonDo you know what it's like to be faced with the fact everyone is dead and you're the last one alive? No?
Well let me tell you something...it's like nothing I can describe. Think about the most hopeless feeling you've ever gotten, then see the woman or man you love getting gunned down right in front of you.
That's where my story starts.
I pumped the last shot of morphine I had into her, but it was too late. She was fading fast and we both knew it, so I did the only thing I thought of. I knelt down beside her, holding her head up a bit "Hey bud, your gonna keep holding on right?"
She looked at me, a faint smile breaking her face "I'm dying, any idiot can see that. Just promise me something."
I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. "What? I'll do anything you want." She moved my hand over her heart, feeling the warmth of the blood and the coldness of her body.
"Alex, I want you to kill the men who did this to me and I want you to give me a funeral that
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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