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welp“Dorian, wake up,” hissed December.
She roughly shook his shoulder which caused him to stir.
“What is it?” he asked drowsily.
“I don’t think we are alone,” December said, her voice quiet.
Dorian sat up quickly, his hand on his weapon.
“I don’t hear anything,” he said softly.
His steady gaze revolved around their surroundings but nothing stirred-literally nothing stirred. It was eerie with no sound filling their ears. December’s fingers still rested on Dorian’s arm but she seemed not to notice. Her hawkish gaze scanned the perimeter but her fingers began to turn icy. She had completely zoned him out. The air dropped ten degrees which might have been explained by her father’s lineage.
“December,” he began, but she put a thin finger to her lips.
Dorian remembered sharply the memory of that blind boy that he had found out later was Decie’s brother. He ha
The Retrieval Team-7The Retrieval Team-7
The rattling of the vehicle could not have felt terribly good against the pale girl who had been bundled and pressed up against one of the windows.
Whether they meant to or not, the teens had slid as far away from her as possible. Phaedra had forbidden anyone to touch her bare skin. After seeing what the girl had done to the snake, maybe it was for the best…
“If Thanatos was her dad,” began Mae. The girl stirred briefly. “Wouldn’t she have a mother as well?”
“Maybe her mother died,” suggested Meredith. The spunky redhead’s eyes narrowed as she gazed at the forlorn looking creature in the back seat.
“Maybe she killed her,” said Max.
The entire car went silent.
“Way to brighten things up, Maxxie,” drawled Alex sarcastically.
She shrugged slightly apologetic.
“What?” she asked. “We were all thinking it…”
60. Rejection60. Rejection
Decie combed back her platinum bob and smiled falsely at the waiter across the room. Her mission? Get a keycard from one of the staff and get through the door on the third floor. Hopefully, Agent Jackson’s intel would be useful. Otherwise, she would have owrds with him unless she never made it back. That was also a possibility.
“Babe, tell them about the trip to Jamaica,” laughed Jason. He was playing his part well, thought Decie, while she noticed the people surrounding them, turn their attention to her. Acting bored wasn’t hard to do. Swirling the edges of her bob around her fingers and chewing her lip, Decie sighed.
“What, da’ling?” she asked, using her Americanized accent.
“Nevermind,” sighed Jason, returning to his conversation.
“Excuse me, da’ling,” interrupted Decie, leaving the table. Drifting closer to the waiter, she smiled flirtatiously and slipped past him.
The Darkness Pressing In-part 13. Dark
Hlynn watched the light of the fire dim. She was the last one to be stuck beside the dying fire. Most of the children and teens had left to their cabins or begun playing Frisbee by the lake. She shook her head violently as a sudden buzzing in her ears sounded. It was disorienting to have so many things surrounding her. The dying firelight made her Epilepsy bracelet glint, reminding her of what used to happen whenever sunlight hit her eyes wrong. She had not felt this sick since the day of her last attack. Scowling in the darkness, Hlynn watched the bracelet which had been kept on merely as a reminder of her old life. She hadn’t really liked the bracelet while she had been suffering from her illness but it calmed her now to remember back in the days when she hadn’t been a huntress. The buzzing in her brain continued. Frowning darkly, Hlynn rose to her feet only to see everything swim in front of her eyes. She could feel the familiar feeling of her Epileptic att
the one where she almost succeeds3. Light
Mae squinted into the darkness of the room and felt the hairs on her neck rise with the growing apprehension that she was going to not like whatever was down there. Her bow and arrows seemed useless if she couldn’t see. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the bow as she took a hesitant step forward. A vine snaked its way up the stairs, making a slithering noise. Mae picked up almost instantly on the noise but could not determine where it was coming from until too late. She let out a small squeal as it wrapped around her ankle and jerked her down quickly into the darkness. She plunged her hand outwards as a bright shaft of light lit up the small basement. Her eyes widened.
Maybe making it light wasn’t the best solution…
A towering thing hissed and lunged at her. The brief stint of sunlight that she had wielded faded until she was cast into an even greater darkness.
But that thing could still see. Again, she felt her palms burn with the
The Retrieval Team-6The Retrieval Team-6
“The ground stopped shaking,” said Meredith.
“No, duh,” replied Mae, her nerves making her a pain in the butt.
“Mae,” said Phaedra, her voice oddly still and quiet.
“Yeah?” she replied, turning her attention to the window. The stillness outside scared her to death. What was going on?
“Don’t turn around, just duck,” she said.
Mae ducked and rolled to the side while something heavy struck the floor where she just was. The room spun with the swirling candlelight and the flashing of the demigods weapons. What looked like a thick snake swirled its gruesome head around and slammed into Mae’s mid-section. The air was knocked out of her, but Max leapt upon the thing’s neck and shoved her plumbata roughly downward through its neck. It lit the room with a scream and thrashed itself around, successfully throwing Max off into the wall. Alex and Giovanni began strik
It was supposed to be fun. That’s what the Hephaestus kids had said.
Mae was going to have some words with Addison about what he considered “fun” when she got out-if she ever got out.
The haunted house was beyond creepy. It was like having the Stoll twins all over the place. Already, the largest spider that Mae had ever seen had dropped from the ceiling, scaring her into the point of frenzy. She was fairly certain that the Hephaestus kids weren’t going to like her slashing a huge gash into the spider’s leg.
Her foot stepped onto a trick panel, shoving her violently forward. She was startled by a loud scream until she realized that it issued out of her own mouth. A fairly brisk breeze tossed her long braids behind her while she fell.
Mae hit the water before she could cry out for the second time. The haunted house must have had some sort of sensor to what people hated and built itself around the person
The Brooklyn Patrol“Pocket the darn thing and let’s go,” ordered Julia.
Her nerves were getting the best of her as she glanced around the abandoned alley way.
Michael reached down to touch the amulet again.
It scared her that there had been more attacks recently on people. The Nome could only do so much. Apparently, protecting innocent bystanders was not one of them.
“I don’t think that the Nome is protecting the citizens very well,” complained Julia, twisting the snake piercings with her tongue.
Michael flashed her a look, and she remembered with a guilty start that Michael’s father worked for the House of Life.
“Why are there so many more attacks?” asked Alyssa, coming from behind the trashcans where she had been investigating. The trail of blood snaked all through the alleyway, leaving a gruesome scene.
For once, Julia was not glad to be on the team of patrol.
The House of Life had been nearly
TKOTKO- Justin Timberlake
Blood pounded through her system as she punched the bag. Some things didn’t even need magic to heal or destroy. Eshe punched the bag with another vicious blow. She knew that she was being dramatic, but it really hurt.
It really did.
Watching him flirt with that other girl was driving her crazy. Wherever she went, it was like Zia knew that she would be there. She was cold at first at Carter, and Eshe had hope that he would get over her. During the war, they had become closer as they fought alongside each other-had each other’s backs, protected each other.
Wiping the sweat from her nose with her sweaty fist, Eshe grimaced as the bandaging on her knuckles began peeling off from the massive amount of sweat that was piling up underneath the white stitching. A sudden flash of the two holding hands as they walked to that coffee shop where Ollie worked came to Eshe’s mind. She could only see red.
It wasn’t like
Let It Go (LokixReader)
Let It Go
"I don’t care, What they’re going to say..."
You sang cheerfully, looking at yourself in the mirrior. It was one of those weird winters where almost every time you looked at the Weather Channel, TV program or website, it was ass freezingly cold outside. And, I say ass freezing, as in ASS FREEZING. It was almost 16 degrees out to begin with, with a wind chill making it feel like -10.
And yet, here you were, going out to see Frozen in theaters.
Thankfully, you weren't going alone.
You slipped your hair into a braid, Elsa style, as a familiar head rested on top of you own, arms snaking around your shoulders.
"Hello Loki." You sighed. You saw him smile in the reflective glass.
"Ello (y/n)." He said gleefully. He always seemed chipper, a little out of character, when he greeted you. "Now, let me tell you, unlike the last time, I refuse to be late to a movie."
"Oh please. Endless Love wasn't THAT bad." His shocked expression made you rethink
Road To Mentality~WARNING, this story has scenes that will disturb some people, read at your own risk.~
It was seven PM, a day at the orphanage had finally finished, but it was another disappointment for Jack. It was was a cold, snowy December, the coldest weather England has ever had, and still no sign of his mother. Even though Jack was 15, each day he was hoping that his mother would come back for him, but she has not seen him since he was born. He was usually patient, and maybe hoped that another loving family might welcome him with open arms and hearts, but that was when he was ten. Jack knew that he had little chance of being adopted at such an old age, he couldn't even go to a foster home for the fact the caretakers labeled Jack as a trouble maker for wetting the bed and hiding in places that were out of bounds, like the time he was found under a counter in the kitchen for three days. The stench of urine that lingered on him would put anyone off him anyways.
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 2Chapter 1
Later on, Kirito was filling out a form when Neco-Arc came up to him.
“Excuse me but since you’re alone would it be all right to have two others sat with you?” asked Neco-Arc.
“It’s fine,” answered Kirito.
Neco-Arc nodded before she walked off. Moments later, a teenage boy and a teenage girl walked over to the table and sat down.
The boy had short spikey brown hair and light grey-ish, green eyes and a brownish green hoodie with red designs on it, black jeans and red/white sneakers.
The girl had long light brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing a red bow in her hair, a red skirt, a white closed jacket with black on the side of her sleeves, a small red bow tie, white knee high socks and brown shoes.
“Sorry for making you share a table with people you barely know,” said the boy.
“It’s all right. Anyways my name is Kazuto Kirigaya through some of my friends call me Kirito. And you two are?” as
A Normal Day at the Ahnenerbe Cafe part 1Prologue
It was a beautiful sunny day outside as the café Ahnenerbe as the place was busy as always. Course for one of the customers, things could be better.
Kirito aka Kazuto Kirigaya sighed a bit as he was looking at the Want ads in the newspapers.
Kirito looked and smiled a little to see Wing.
“Oh, hi Wing,” said Kirito, through there was a hit off from his normal cheerful tone.
Wing noticed this as she raised an eyebrow a bit.
“You all right?” asked Wing, “You seem down for some reason.”
Kirito paused for a small moment before he sighed.
“True is, I’m having trouble finding someplace to work at,” admitted Kirito.
Wing couldn’t help but smirk a bit.
“You? Looking for a job? I thought you said your main forces was going to be school with how long you’ve been trapped in Sword Art Online,” pointed out Wing.
Kirito nodded a little.
“It was. But see, I’m hopin
MLP: The Not-So-Great Outdoors
Deep within the beautiful golden city of Tambelon, lies the headquarters of a certain popular scouting group that is devoted to helping young fillies and colts discover their very special talents...along with earning badges in many different activities and having plenty of fun along the way: The Cutie Mark Crusaders.
Founded years ago by three little fillies, their club has grown quickly in such short time; So many young ponies and more have joined to have fun, find their cutie marks down the road as they take part in special events, and make new friends to share in the adventures they may find.
But now, the CMC has continued to gain new members...including six very special little foals that are really looking forward to an exciting weekend...because for the next three days, along with twenty other CMC scouts, they will be going on an camping trip way out in the woods a ways away from the city, near a lovely little spot called Alicorn Lake.
InJustice: The Tale of the Light Bringer Teaser“Pure hate…angry…those are the few things that were inside the thing I once called a true monster and feared…and now what was born with this…”
A city was shown, buildings were destroyed, places were on fire, corpses were all over the place…a true nightmare to many.
“Many once called them great heroes, people calmed they once looked up to these beings in love and respect…but now they look up to them in fear…”
In the dark of the night, another city was shown as blimps flew in the air, each of them having red and yellow shield with an ‘S’ on them and barely anyone on the streets.
“The man many of my friends once called a great being, a protector of the weak, is more like a monster now, ruling the world with an iron fist.”
In the city, a man with black hair, a blue colored uniform, a red cape, and a red/yellow shield like symbol with an ‘S’ in the middle was sho
Mike's Backstory: Part 7Mal groaned and sat up. He touched his shoulder; which had now been tied up in a tight bandage, and winced. It was in agony. The room he awoke in was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was cold, damp and not only was there basically no light, there wasn’t even a single window. Mal raised his hand to his face. It was so blurry. As he rubbed his eyes sluggishly in an attempt to restore sight, he realised that the bang on the head didn’t seem to have done him any good at all.
Despite all this, the malevolent one grinned, the eerie smile spreading far across his face. He wasn’t alone in this room. A boy, looking about two years older than him, sat awkwardly on a bed. He stared at Mal quietly, trying to think of reasons as to why a toothpick like him could end up in gaol. He stood and made his way over to the younger teenager and decided to make sure that he knew his place.
“Oi! Yeah, you!” He stood before Mal and placed his hands on his hips. Mal eyed the bo
Mike's Backstory: Part 6I stared in shock. Mal had appeared in the sub-conscious. He was holding his shoulder tight and his eyes were squeezed shut. I tugged on my chain mercilessly. I swear, if he came close enough to me, I would kill him for what he did.
Mal stood and looked around, dazed and expressionless. That feeling didn’t last long however. He snapped back into reality as quick as he lost it. The malicious teen grinned in satisfaction and he walked by us all, his hands cupped together.
“Well, well, well.” He stopped at my boulder and I shot him a ravenous glare. How dare he talk to me… He had no right!
“It looks like you have all been reduced to this state due to my appearance. Oh, it makes me feel so powerful compared to you.”
He kneeled next to me. I never wanted to talk to that criminal, but there was a question bugging me and I had to get it out.
“Why are you here?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Got shot and knocked myself out.” His sp
Mike's Backstory: Part 4I awoke in my sub-conscious, alone and scared. The silence was unsettling. I attempted to walk, but some force was preventing my body from moving. I turned, a gasp escaping from me. I was chained… to a boulder… unable to leave. I looked around me. There were four other boulders, all with a chain… that wasn’t empty.
S`vetlana looked at me, tears in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but Manitoba motioned for her to stay quiet. He walked about a metre forward, just before the chain pulled him back. He knew my question and he adjusted the fedora on his head, not losing his serious expression.
“The Malevolent one…” He forced his gaze to Vito, who was shocked into silence. A rare moment of quiet for his normally exuberant, egotistical personality. Vito stared at the treasure hunter with uncertainty.
He paused, pushing his gelled hair back out of his eyes. His sudden fear turned to anger and he screamed at me, eyes flaming
Claudia wrinkled her nose.
"Jami," she began.
The two had gone to a very nice restaurant in order to celebrate two years of being together.
"Maybe," Jamison replied innocently He kept his blue eyes averted as he cut his teak. There was a long pause. Jamison finally got the courage to look up. Claudia had forgone eating and was currently glaring at him. She cleared her throat.
"Jamison, I don't seem to recall ordering your least favorite food on our two year anniversary."
He gave her a cheeky grin.
"Just keep digging around," he said. "I bet you'll find something you'll like."
Claudia harrumphed loudly and took a drink of water.
"I really doubt that," she muttered rebelliously. Jami waited patiently while he sipped his wine. When he heard a faint squeak, he glanced up. Claudia's hands had flown over her mouth as she stared down at the plate.
"What is it, babe?" asked Jamison, feigning surprise.
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