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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
Outgrowing the Convention
It was a fairly busy afternoon at the Westin hotel. Hundreds upon thousands of people had turned up for this year’s Anthrocon, and as a result, there were little to no rooms to spare for people who weren’t part of the event. Thankfully for two of the people involved, they had a room sorted.
Phil and his friend Dave had spent most of the morning checking out some of the artist events and other events at the convention, deciding to take a break for lunch. The two of them had met through the website Furaffinity, under the names of HG3300 and Rooth, and had struck up a friendship fairly quickly. It was due to this that they were able to arrange travel plans to the convention, as well as being able to share a room together.
“Well, so far so good!” Phil said as he sat down in the hotel lobby, looking over some of the things he had bought so far. “I haven’t even made a large enough dent in my wallet yet, how about you?”
“I’d say I&
Umbreon uses GulpTo everyone in the Johto region, and all regions beyond, Pokemon were everything to everyone. Capturing and training Pokemon were fun activities to everyone. What everyone enjoyed even more than catching wild Pokemon was using them to battle each other. But none of this was the case for a twelve-year-old boy named Noah. He was always afraid of Pokemon ever since he was three. His parents and older siblings loved them either way. His fear began when his father's Feraligator tried to help him get out of a tree, but accidentally swallowed him whole. He was traumatized by the event and even though he was assured it was an accident, he was still eaten by Pokemon as he grew up. His brother's Muk ate him up at his fifth birthday party, and his sister fed him to both her Arbok, and her Dragonair when he annoyed her. The straw that broke the Camerupt's back was of course when a Victreebel made him its prey when he went to visit his uncle. These experiences being eaten by Pokemon caused him to f
Gift for YOUNGFAN196752: Harsh LessonsJason Todd, the Red Hood shoved the two figures into the empty room. One was a young man, the other a little boy; they were both bound and had bags over their heads. He shoved the young man first. The young man was obviously of some means; his suit, stained and torn in a fight, was well made. The little boy whimpered as Red Hood shoved him into a corner. Red Hood then removed the hoods.
"Hello, Kane brothers, missed me?" said Red Hood. He kept his helmet on.
"You sonofa--" said Dr. Joseph Kane.
"Now now, not in front of your little bro! I see you're recovering nicely."
"No thanks to you!" Almost a year ago, Jason had nearly killed Joseph. Joseph had been making a remarkable recovery; Jason had left him crippled and nearly dead. Jason was surprised that Joseph was even capable of walking; then again, he broke Joseph's cane when he captured him.
A soft whimpering was heard from young Sam Kane, "Batman will save us, Batman will save us."
Jason turned to Sam. "Batman will save you? You sho
Town of FulfillmentBetty was driving through the highway and was entering a small town in the country, called Hidsire. She was going to visit her friend Betsy, who were both friends since high school, and became roommates in college. But after college they went their separate ways.
“Why would Betsy move to a town like this,” Betty said to herself.
Betty was a photographer for a fashion company. She was a 120 lb 28 year-old, brown hair, and had the body of a model. However, Betty’s plans were shattered, when many model agencies rejected her. The only job she could get was a photographer job. When Betty was driving through the town, she noticed that many of the women were overweight. They were above 200 lbs and some were being feed by men, who were enjoying this.
“What is wrong with these people?” she said as she stopped her red car in front of a house. Betty went up to the door and rang the door bell. “Betsy would never move here.”
When the door opened a blo
Post MortemThough it had been derelict nearly one hundred years and the man inside was a long-frozen corpse, the life pod that drifted into the scanning radius of salvage ship Belfor still beeped its distress signal. Like a weak old man who had fallen and couldn't get up, quietly begging for someone to come in through the door, the pod had plead uselessly. Aboard the salvage vessel, a four-hundred-foot sleek cylinder with angel wings and orange paint, skipper Zhon Eltek decided the pod was worth boarding.
It had been a slow six months for him and his crew of five--his wife Klato, son Rha, brother Utin, his wife Belat, and their son Roga. They had managed to cover their expenses by hauling an ex-navy minesweeper out of an old battlefield for the commonwealth, and for a time had ferried iridium between the Oort Cloud and Proxima Centauri. But barely breaking even was not enough; Zhon was going to perform the EVA himself and see if there was anything worth taking.
On the command deck the crew
Burdens of the PastBurdens of the past
Play song #1
The sound of tires tearing through the earth rang out through the trees as the engine of the warthog roared, the ever quiet forest disrupted by the sounds of a machine being pushed to it’s limits. The large dirt path that carved through the trees curved and twisted making it almost impossible for anyone to see ahead of them for more than a couple hundred yards or so. The man behind the wheel didn’t seem to mind, almost careening into trees every time he made a turn, no... Only one thing was on his mind. Finding who had sent an ODST kill team after him....
Ghost checked his tac pad which he had now wired as a make shift GPS to track the ones he had been following as he slammed the pedal of the warthog to the floor sending it forward as fast as it would go. He knew they were holed up in the ONI HQ a few hundred clicks North of his position, he wanted to get there before t
PTPPE: Holiday Gifts I*Holiday Gifts I*
I thought it would be a nice idea for all of us to go out and buy eachother something for the holidays. We all went to separate stores on separate sides of town; Spike went to the bad side of town, Wesley went Downtown, Emily went Uptown, and I went to Chinatown. Why Chinatown? Because of all the cool stuff in the shops. The very first shop I went in looked promising enough by the looks of it, a bunch of jade sculptures, decorated urns, and awesome looking paintings. Lesse... Half-naked Geisha painting for Spike, Some easy-going oriental music on a CD for Wesley... hmm... what should I get Emily?
"Looking for something particular young one?"
I was a bit startled when the owner walked up behind me, but it's to be expected from ghosts with no footsteps. He was an old oriental man with a long thin mustache, and long hair (balding on top), not only that but he was HUGE he must have been over six feet tall in his prime, I couldn't really see his eyes through his dark-tinte
The Woman Who was Bred For EatingJacques Mason was sitting somewhere in his study, reading through a book he had written. The room he was in was absolutely warm, as was the rest of the manor. Jacques had a two-toned hairdo. That is, he had a black swept top, but, greyed sides. Along with it, was his former moustache. This man had a good-looking body, hidden under his robe. Jacques looked at his watch from time to time, until he heard his door being knocked.
"Enter," Jacques said, without looking from his book.
A young woman, weighing no less than 300 lbs., came in, calmly, and said, "Mr. Flay is here to see you, sir."
Yes, Jacques was married, but he couldn't help but blush each time that young girl would say something like that. Perhaps it had to do with her face, as he thought of a soft pear with eyes and a mouth.
"Right, let them in." Jacques said, as the maid gestured for the guest to enter.
An equally aged man, Mr. Flay wore his suit like a 22-year old man. He was accompanied by his wife, Mrs
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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