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Post by Wolfy on Feb 15, 2006 22:22:33 GMT -5
Fay: Hexav- I mean, she's taking business classes *giggle* oh, and you didn't scare off all of your Underground readers. I still wanna read the rest of it. When are ya gonna update again?
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 15, 2006 22:25:33 GMT -5
You mean you've read the first chapter and didn't comment on it? I though no one had read that monstrosity yet ^^;. With the fanfic going and the sheer length of the CU chapters, I'd say... not a while, but I'll get around to it.
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Post by Dundee on Feb 15, 2006 22:25:54 GMT -5
What do you think Zerlocke teaches?
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 15, 2006 22:28:49 GMT -5
Well, he does potions too, so I was thinking maybe an organic chem class. Or maybe a laboratory or something.
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Post by Dundee on Feb 15, 2006 22:32:57 GMT -5
Oh, and Samricke's the principal! Heheh, bribing students to put them on his side... I speak in reference, of course, to today's awespiffincool Charby comic.
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Post by Wolfy on Feb 15, 2006 22:40:50 GMT -5
You mean you've read the first chapter and didn't comment on it? I though no one had read that monstrosity yet ^^;. With the fanfic going and the sheer length of the CU chapters, I'd say... not a while, but I'll get around to it. Really? Yay! *eagerly awaits next posty-ness in either thread (or both. ^_^)*
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 18, 2006 22:20:02 GMT -5
*cackles* Oooooh, it's really started now! And yes, yes I do like cliffhangers.
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Charby had recommended a small diner not to far from campus. Tony was a little surprised to find out that Charby, of all people, knew about some place called “Granny’s Diner.” Okay, so he had burst out laughing. After which Charby had calmly explained that the nice old lady that owned the place was the grandmother of the TA in his Spanish Inquisition class. While dangling Tony upside-down from the stair banister, naturally. Apparently he was quite fond of the woman.
And Tony could see why. With most of the students gone, the diner was pleasantly quiet. They got a table in the back that was softly lit by the glow of the fluorescent lighting. The waitress showed up shortly after, a pretty woman whose name tag read ‘Vita.’ Tony took extra care not to look at her.
Truthfully, his memory of the date was a bit fuzzy. The food was hot and good, and they exchanged pointless conversation mingled with nervous laughter. There was also a lot of staring dreamily at each other and holding hands under the table. Ah, young love. Dessert was the best part, however. Tony had ordered it secretly when he had gone up to get their drinks, so he had a moment to bask in the unabashed glee when the waitress appeared bearing graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars arranged on a platter that held a contained fire. Nothing, he thought as he watched Mye bubble about the treat, was more romantic than homemade S’mores.
They hit the movies after, deciding on a new sci-fi. Something about a war between two breeds of vampires. By the time the two lovebirds were walking back along the path that lead to the Cabin, the air had a peculiar, apprehensive feel that meant dawn was only a couple short hours away. Mye popped another gummy bear into her mouth and giggled.
“Oh, Tony, this night has been the most fun I’ve had in ages! You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” She bit another bear’s head off, then looked up at him through her lashes. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want one?” she asked, her voice mischievous and teasing.
Tony swallowed. And she sure knew how to set a guy on fire. He didn’t have a chance to respond, however, because she reached into the bag again and her fingers hit something. She frowned and worked the box free from the candy, then stared at it, perplexed. “What’s this? Did you...”
“Youse really thoughts I woulds give youse nothing buts candy fors our anniversary, Mye?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he felt a huge grin plaster itself on his face. “Opens it!” She worked at the top (it was rather sticky from being in the bag), but it finally slid off with a soft pop. She moved aside the cotton layer and lifted the gift with a small gasp.
It was a small, silver tube, solid looking and imprinted to look like wood grain. Graceful designs and symbols twisted around it and seemed to lead in one direction, but they were cut off. “It’s beautiful! But what-” Tony reached over and gave it a sharp flick downwards. From the first cylinder, others carved with equal skill slid. He twisted them and each made a sharp clicking sound as they locked into place. Mye stared at the completed wand with awe. “You... oh, it’s wonderful. But you must have paid so much. Tony, I can’t take something like this!”
“Youse can. Nothing’s too much for mine Myes.” He kissed her on the forehead and gestured to the leather-bound book under his arm. “Yous’re the one whos spent too much!” It was a dream journal, complete with a guide in the back, and very high quality. Mye knew exactly what he liked. They both laughed until they reached the door of their House, where Mye folded up the wand, stowed it in her pocket, and prepared to go inside. “What, no goodbyes kiss?”
“Tony, we both live here,” she replied, hiding a grin.
“So? I does things proper.” And with that he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sweetly. She tasted like gummy bears and melted marshmallows and movie popcorn and Mye. She melted into the kiss and it felt like they stood there for hours, like it was somehow their first kiss. It was that good.
“WOOHOO, baby! Get ‘er tiger! Hey, lookit ‘em go!” They jerked apart at the familiar voice that burst out of one of the upstairs windows, both blushing pink.
“Menu, you peeping tom!” Mye shouted up at the blonde head leaning out the window.
“Hey, it’s my house you two are sucking face in front of, sweetums!” he yelled back, but he retreated with a last wolf-whistle. Tony and Mye looked at each other, then both let out a nervous chuckle.
“We should go ins now, I guess,” Tony mumbled, and Mye just shook her head and pushed the door open.
“Some days I don’t know why we put up with him.” They paused again inside the door, and Mye slipped her hand into his. “We could hang out a while longer. Watch a movie, or just talk...” He big doe eyes met his baby blues, and he almost relented, but then he noticed the dark circles that marred her pale skin.
“Tempting, but nein. Youse need sleeps, Mye.” He kissed her again - just a peck on the lips - and walked her to her room. “Gute nacht, toots.” She smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Night, Tony.”
“Sweet dreams!” He hugged her and watched her go into her room. He frowned at the door for a moment after it shut. There was something ironic about him saying that, but he couldn’t quite figure out how. With a shrug, he headed off toward the living room.
He found Charby and Zeno on the couch, intent on the late-night horror marathon that flickered from the television set. Zeno held a handful of popcorn suspended halfway to his mouth, forgotten as the movie monster crept up on its unsuspecting victim. Tony’s eyes lit up - vegging on horror was one of his favorite activities. He sat down on the other side of Charby (mostly because he was the one holding the popcorn), and set his new journal on the end table.
He wasn’t sure how many hours had passed when his eyelids began drooping. At one point his head fell to the side, landing heavily on Charby’s shoulder. The other boy nudged Tony a couple times before grunting and shoving him irritably away. Tony cracked an eve open, muttered something unintelligible, and turned over so that he was napping on the chair arm instead.
The next time he woke up he was alone. The whole room had a kind of odd, surreal feeling to it, and it was dark enough to be the dead of night. But hadn’t it been close to dawn when he fell asleep? The TV was still on, and he blinked at it for a moment before he understood. Either fractured scenes from brand new movies usually aired at this hour, or he was dreaming. He always had vivid dreams. He ignored the re-play of the movie he’d seen with Mye and looked around the room more carefully.
It was bare except for the couch, television, and a single enormous window completely shrouded by drapes. That certainly wasn’t in their real living room. Tony frowned and slid off the couch, then took hold of the curtains and pulled them away with a quick movement.
They didn’t hide a window. They hid a mirror. It reflected emerald halls, endlessly deep. Parts seemed crumbled or obscured with mist, but he knew it was a mirror. He stepped closer, until his nose was inches away from the glass, and then he saw himself.
His eyes were wrong, that was the first thing. The pupils were huge and looked like they had been ripped from an old cartoon. He was too pale, his hair limp and disheveled, and his ears... he reached up to touch them, and to his surprise felt the normal, soft shell instead of the wicked points the mirror betrayed. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and couldn’t catch his breath. Light-headed, dizzy...
The image spoke - screamed, really. Not real words, just meanings. What was he doing? Why had he let this happen? He couldn’t let them get hurt, it was all wrong, it wasn’t real. The room swirled and he pressed himself against the glass for support, his eyes locked with his double’s. Not able to look away. Not able to reply. A burning sensation started in his arms, then his legs, then his neck, then all over - until he couldn’t tell what parts of him didn’t hurt. He tried to push himself away, willed himself from the mirror. Then the his reflection’s hand shot through the glass and grasped him by the throat.
Tony screamed, or tried to. Tried to jerk away from the grip. The room shook dangerously and he heard his name being called out, but he couldn’t reply. He couldn’t even breath. The scene melted away, but the grip tightened until he could feel the blood pound through his head and saw gaudy spots on his eyelids. Someone was pulling at his arms, shaking him, shouting his name.
His eyes shot open and he let out a strangled cry as someone wrenched his fingers apart. Hexavier’s face came into his view and scowled down at him. Tony had feeling he was lying on the couch, but it kept bucking beneath him and made him very unsettled. “Hey, Hexy!” He croaked weakly, “Stops moving arounds like dat, I’s gettin’ dizzy.”
“You’re dizzy because you just tried to suffocate yourself,” Hexavier growled. “What the #$%& was that, Tony?” But Tony just stared at him, befuddled and not quite capable of grasping what had happened.
The emtyness, the sense of loss, that had bugged him when he had woken up the previous evening gnawed at him, and he suddenly sat bolt upright. Hex grabbed him, only just fast enough to stop him from running to his room. “What’s gotten into you? I found you having some sort of nighmare-induced breakdown on the couch for God’s sake! Where are you going?” Tony turned to him, pale.
“Mine hat, Hex. I’s can’t remembers where mine hats is.” Hexavier frowned and examined his friend with acute concern.
“Tony, I don’t know what you’re talking about. In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you wear a hat.”
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Post by Violet on Feb 18, 2006 23:13:22 GMT -5
WOOO this is G-O-O-D I'm just loving this Awsome job!!!!!
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Post by Dundee on Feb 19, 2006 0:21:56 GMT -5
SKA-WEEEEEEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, my head. I ache all over. Partly because I had to act as a waitress at my church today, but also... SKA-WEEEEEEL!!!!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL, I CAN'T BREATHE!!!!!! *gasps for breath* Ya know, I really thought that Mye's box was going to hold a wedding ring. That would've been cool. But this way fits just fine. Dream sequence=COOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wasn't there something in the Weird experiances and dreams topic about something like this? Or was it in I had a dream with Charby in it? Anyway, I'm screaming at the top of my voice inside. This is GREAT.
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Post by Scarecrow on Feb 19, 2006 1:18:18 GMT -5
Heehee. Loved the dream sequence! And he got her a wand... Ever so sweet! ^^ Also liked the wolf-whistle. Hee.
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Post by Amelius on Feb 19, 2006 3:12:33 GMT -5
Woooow! oh my goodness, this is fabulous! It went from romantic to funny, to downright surreal and scary! By the time I got to the bottom my face was nearly against the computer screen!
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 19, 2006 12:19:19 GMT -5
Aw, thanks everyone! This part was darn fun to write ^^. And yes, Dundee, I got the whole choking-yourself-in-your-sleep from one of Scarecrow's posts on Weird Experiences and Dreams thread. Used with her permission, of course! I seriously considered the wedd-ring bit, too, but it really wouldn't have fit with the plot. Sides, I'm not big on romantic writing.
Everyone likes it! Gooood, I gots all of youse attention! I may even start dropping hints about the bad-guy soon... very soon... *evil cackle*
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Post by Arya on Feb 20, 2006 1:55:03 GMT -5
Holy crap! That's so scary and exciting! 0.0
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Post by Dundee on Feb 20, 2006 23:50:04 GMT -5
BAD GUY!!! MUST KNOW WHO TOOK TONY'S HAT!!! NEEEEEEED TOOOOOOO KNOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!
This fangirl squealing has been brought to you by Annoying Sounds Inc.
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 21, 2006 16:38:53 GMT -5
Hahaha! I know who it is! Watch for the clues, there's going to be more freaky stuff going on in the next chapter ^^
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 26, 2006 17:30:43 GMT -5
Ooooh, I know I've been a little behind recently, I's beens real busy-like. Ah, anyways, here's the next part! God, I think I've been watching too much Nightmare on Elm Street. Don't go to sleep, Tony...
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Tony inhaled sharply, regretting it instantly as sharp pain shot down his abused windpipe. He let out a soft cry and fingered the band of tender flesh that wrapped around his throat. He managed to swallow with some difficulty and swayed on his feet, still trying to dispell the lingering confusion caused by the nightmare. Hexavier watched him, anger smouldering behind his neutral expression.
“It’s bruising,” he explained matter-of-factly, “you were turning blue when I found you. Are you going to tell me what happened or is this your sick idea of a joke?” Tony blanched at the supressed fury in Hex’s word and took a step back before something in his brain connected sluggishly.
“It... it was me? I were choking mineself?” He remembered supernaturally strong, pale arms. Dead arms. His arms. Tony shivered and sank back down onto the couch before his legs gave out on him. He glanced up once at the glowering Hex, then locked his eyes firmly on his hands as he spoke. “I’s not sures what happeneds, Hex. Its were a nightmare, wid mirrors. Mine refelection...” Tony tried to focus on his shaking hands, but an approaching headache gnawed away at his concentration. His vision blurred.
Hexavier took several deep breaths until he had calmed down, then placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder. It was a moment before he looked up, his face pale. “Listen, Tony, just try to pull yourself together. We can’t have you breaking down on us along with everything else.” Tony managed to focus on Hex’s face and something else fell into place - Hex wasn’t angry. He was terrified. The German boy tried to imagine what it was like - finding a friend strangling himself like a thing possessed. He couldn’t.
“I’s... ja, okay, Hex,” he said finally, “does anyone else...?”
“No, I’m the only one up. I was... working on something,” Hex explained. His tone clearly indicated that the ‘something’ was one of those things that really shouldn’t be asked questions about. Tony briefly wonder what poor soul was on the recieving end of Hex’s fury this time. “You look better. Are you going to be all right?”
Nein, thought Tony, nein I’s not. Visions of dead arms (his own arms?) reaching for him invaded his imagination. But he stood up and took a deep breath, then forced a pale imitation of his charming smile onto his features. “I thinks so, Hex. Danke, I jest needs to lies down. Bad dreams, theys can’t really hurts me.” Hexavier gave him a skeptical look, but stood up and headed back toward his room.
“If there’s anything you need to talk about, you know where you can find me,” he called back. Tony watched him go, relieved and confused at the same time. After a moment he pulled himself up and headed for his own room, a little shakey on the stairs, but he made it. Tony ached all over. The bruises around his neck were accompanied by a deep, bone-weary ache. Every point that had burned in his dream throbbed as well. He tried not to fall asleep again, he really did, but it was almost as if the short slumber he had taken earlier had robbed his energy rather than replenishing it. He was asleep within minutes upon collapsing onto his bed.
He was in those emerald halls again. Damnit, why did they seem so familiar? It was hard to tell, with everything so covered in fog. He could barely see the wall nearest to him, its stonework crumbling with disrepair. His earlier nighmare nagged at him, and he looked around nervously. Was the dead-him waiting out here somewhere? Was there something worse? He took a couple steps back, aware of an odd fluttering sensation that started somewhere in his ribcage and travelled up through his spine and shoulder blades. Far up. Curious, he looked over his shoulder and gasped. The wings were insubstantial, their dusty coating and white curves merging seamlessly with the fog. They moved, once, twice, fluttering slowly open. Moth wings. They felt comfortable on his back, with the same smokey familiarity that his surroundings had.
“Why, a moth, Tony? It fits you, I suppose, but considering the circumstances a butterfly may have been more appropriate. Chuang Tzu and all that.” The voice was calm and clipped, quite clearly from an educated individual. There was a hint of an accent in it as well. Tony spun around fast, hitting a wall as he lost his balance, but there was no one there. The voice was like the one his double had used, coming from all directions and echoing in his head, but it was also alien, didn’t belong.
It also made an all-consuming hatred well up inside him. His vision turned red (or did the whole surroundings change?) and he snarled at the surroundings. “YOUSE! What does youse want? I swears I’s gonna...” Tony trailed off into a string of sentences spoken in a combination of German and English that didn’t even really make sense to him. He shot up from the ground, trying to get above the fog and find that thing, the source of that aweful voice that sent a sense of betrayal shooting through him. The voice began to laugh
Tony didn’t get far before he was brought up short. At first he couldn’t tell why he had stopped and flapped his moth wings furiously, trying to get higher. He felt something lash around his wrists and ankles and neck, metal so cold that it began to burn as soon as it touched his skin. Iron! He tried to call out, but his wings vanished in an explosion of powder and he was falling, the laughing warping into something shrill and unnatural as he plummeted towards the ground.
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Post by Dundee on Feb 26, 2006 17:39:22 GMT -5
Bloody cliffhangers. Bloody mysterious entities. Bloody haunting nighmares. Even though we've yet to see any real blood, your story is gorey. Chuang Tzu? Care to explain to us uned-yew-kate-ed folks?
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 26, 2006 19:33:34 GMT -5
He;s the zen guy who had that whole "am I a man dreaming I'm a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I'm a man?" thing going on. Ooooh, I's gorey? Actaully, this is pretty fluffy compared to the Children's Underground thread ^^;. But I know I'm getting into your heads with this!
P.S. If you think this cliffhanger's bad, wait 'til the next one.
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Post by Dundee on Feb 26, 2006 19:54:42 GMT -5
Actually, it's not very gory, just very good horror, I was making fun of my adjective 'bloody'.
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Post by Daybreak on Feb 26, 2006 19:58:31 GMT -5
I write good horror? Hm, who knew? Maybe all those horror manga are actually doing me some good when they keep me up all night...
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Post by Dundee on Feb 26, 2006 20:13:27 GMT -5
Well, seeing as that I always can't wait for the next installment, I'm genuinely afraid of what the next installment will hold, and I'm constantly pondering how you've portrayed the characters, I'd say you're a pretty good writer. Better than me, anyway, all I do is write for characters that never shut up. That last bit... Sounds kind of like the second book in A Wrinkle In Time, that one about Charles Wallace and the organisms in his cells. Echthroi and all that. Ah, I'll shut up now.
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Post by Amelius on Mar 1, 2006 1:36:19 GMT -5
Sooo cool! wow, fabulous visuals in this one too, he has some creeepy dreams! (or are they? ^_^<-- *cheesy grin*)
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Post by Daybreak on Mar 1, 2006 10:24:35 GMT -5
I can say with absolute certainty that this was a dream (although that doesn't mean it's not important!) I've having waaaayy too much fun with Tony.
Oh, and it's interesting that you compare it to the Wrinkle In Time series, considering how I could never get into the stuff. I read half the first book and got so bored I just quit. 'Course it might have had something to do with being in elementry school at the time, but oh well, my loss.
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Post by Amelius on Mar 1, 2006 17:33:44 GMT -5
ah yes of course, I apologize for being a bit goofy there, my pals were rushing me and hanging over my shouler (dunno what the rush was, it's not like Denny's was gonna close before we got there >_<) but I wanted you to know that I was enjoying the story ^_^
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Post by Daybreak on Mar 18, 2006 21:49:33 GMT -5
Well, it's about time! Sorry dis one took so long, folks. I've been busy. Ugh, why can't senior year be OVER? Anyway, like I said, you thought the LAST cliffhanger was bad... (I's enjoying dis too much, that I is.)
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Tony landed on his bed, suddenly awake and wondering whether he had actually fallen or if it was just an illusion caused by the dream. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, realizing with disgust that he had fallen asleep in his clothes. Ugh. He started to pull his shirt off and stopped at the sight of his arm. He froze, then slowly pushed his left sleeve up until his wrist was exposed.
His veins were a bruised purple color starting from a ring around his forearms and spreading in both directions. It looked like blood poisoning gone bad. Well, badder. He checked his right arm only to find the same thing. He bent down, trying to ignore the way his frantic breathing caught in his throat, and started to pull his pant leg up to find out whether the burning he felt around his ankles looked the same. The knock came before he got that far, however.
“Der doors is unlocked!” Tony called, hastily shoving his clothes over the poisonous-looking veins and running a hand through his mussed hair. He watched the handle turn and then Mye poked her head in, concern written in the lines of her pretty face.
“Tony? Hey, are you all right?” She closed the door softly behind her and sat down next to him on the bed. “You look awful...” she ran a cool hand down his cheek and he shivered. “Hex told me what happened.”
“I thinks I has eaten somethings funny,” he muttered, “They’s jest nightmares. Can’t hurts me.” He smiled at her, hoping that he looked reassuring. Mye frowned at him and gave the bruise around his neck a pointed look, but she didn’t say anything. She just leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss of the bruise.
Tony shivered again, but not with cold. Sure, Mye’s kisses always felt nice, but now it felt as if something strange and not entirely unpleasant had shot through him. There was a nagging feeling that he should know something about this, but it was there only a fleeting moment before he forgot about it. Mye reached up and cupped his face in her hands, bringing his blue eyes around to meet her luminescent white ones. “Oh, Tony. Why aren’t you happy?”
“Happy? But I’s is happy, Myes! I loves youse and...” He broke off and swallowed nervously as Mye grabbed onto both of his wrists, right where the damaged was worst, and squeezed until it was all he could do not to yelp at the pain. She moved until she was straddling his hips, pinning him beneath her, and smiled coldly.
“Yes, you have me, don’t you? No more competition, and soon you won’t even have to worry about my over-protective brother. You even fulfilled your promise and got me my wand, didn’t you? So why are you still fighting this? Why are you trying to ruin our perfect life?” By this time she was shouting, her voice strange and twisted with an echo of another behind it. Tony’s eyes widened and he tried to get out from under her.
“Youse not Mye! Youse is dat... RAT BAS-” He was cut off when she kissed him. It was a mindlessly passionate kiss, the kind that made him melt and think that maybe he had imagined everything. But there was something missing. There was a sort of emptiness where there should have been Mye, her personality, her passion, the fact that she would never act as she just did.
He shuddered and heaved the not-Mye off of him, scooting away until his back was pressed against the headboard of his bed, watching her with wide eyes. “Tonius, Tonius. You always were too strong for your own good,” she crooned and slid forward, her eyes blank. Dead. Tony let out a little yelp and glanced around frantically, trying to find an escape route. There were none. Then she was on top of him, her face split into a curling grin that seemed to devour her expression. Wait... he recognized that grin.
Tony never really remembered what happened next. One moment he was cowering under the gaze of a monster that had burrowed into his girlfriend’s flesh. The next he was on his feet, shouting out profanities and threats in German. He no longer noticed the room or even what he was doing.
He remembered hitting her, though. He aimed the punch right below her ribcage, but it didn’t connect like should have. His fist ripped through her, on some level tearing through bones and muscle and organs, but on another level he felt only air and a slight resistance, like he was punching through paper. Bloody paper. The stuff coated his fist and splattered onto his shirt, and he stood there breathing heavily, looking down at what he had done. “N...nein... Mye? Mye? Min Gott, wakes up, Mye!” He bent down and started shaking her, heedless of the gaping hole where her ribcage should be. He lifted up her head and screamed in her face, trying to make her react, staring into her eyes glazed with death and that wild, triumphant grin burned into her expression.
The door opened. “Tony, is everything-” Hexavier stopped. Tony was dimly aware that the other residents were behind him, crowding in towards the doorway to get a better look. And then Hexavier was in the room, shoving Tony off the bed and pinning him against a wall. “WHAT DID YOU DO, TONY?!” he roared, “What the HELL did you do?!” He didn’t wait for an answer before he began slamming the German boy’s head backwards into the wall. Repeatedly. And Tony, still numb and glassy-eyed with shock, didn’t do anything to stop him. He deserved the pain and the way Hex’s eyes burned with hatred.
He could feel the heat on his skin.
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Post by Wolfy on Mar 18, 2006 21:53:53 GMT -5
You evil, evil person! That is a terrible cliff-hanger! oh so mean... ... Heh, i'm just kidding! I love it. ALthough that is a wonderfully awful cliff-hanger...
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Post by Daybreak on Mar 18, 2006 21:56:57 GMT -5
*blinks* Boy, you're a fast reader. Yes, it was a deviously gruesome cliffhanger, if I do say so myself *cackles*
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Post by Wolfy on Mar 18, 2006 22:30:41 GMT -5
Yeah, i read fast...tis wonderful...
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Post by Dundee on Mar 20, 2006 12:26:03 GMT -5
Wha... Gwer... Mig... Zhuh... Nee??? *sob* Agwer galahad, Awwwck!! *chokes* Oh, my. Erm, this isn't gonna be mature, is it? Ooooooooh nuuuuuuuuu... *curls up in a corner, quietly muttering to herself* Find a penny, pick it up. And all day, you'll have good luck. Find a penny, pick it up. And all day, you'll have good luck. Find a penny, pick it up. And all day you'll have good luck... Stupid Grey's Anatomy.
Um, sorry. This is creepy. That's all I have to say about it. And, that it is, for an absolute fact this time, Gorey with a capitalized, italized, underlined, and boldened, 'G[/u][/b]'.
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Post by Amelius on Mar 21, 2006 8:41:28 GMT -5
*dangling off cliff edge and swaying in the wind* ohminegoodness, wowzers! Now it will be eating at my brain until the next one...fabulous ^_^
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