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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:03 am
1st Entry to Poetry Contest
"Dragon" Dragon
Curling tight ‘round my heart
Breathing a flame of fear
I recall no day without it
The hope of release has fled
Dragon
Growing slowly each day
It preys on me
On my love, my hope, and mind
I will no longer fight
Dragon
Because you left me alone
It grows on loneliness
Because you no longer love me
It grows on my pain
Dragon
Do not return to me
I am lost forever
Do not weep for me
I am stronger now
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:07 am
2nd Entry in Poetry Contest
"Sildena's Prophecy"
Running from a pack consumed by death
A mother who is not an Alpha with fur black as night
A streak of red on her cheek, the tears of the dead
A she-wolf and cub will search out for another place to call home
The she-wolf, burdened by loss
The cub, sworn to silence
They will travel past all they know
Chased out of every pack
All for a war centered on one young mind
North and East shall fight South and West
Their battleground, a mountain that glows red in the sun
For the Caller shall make friends of wolves and hunters
She shall cry out to Eitsha and Morgis
Calling forth the pack of the dead
Halting the flow of blood and bringing Justice and Peace to the packs again
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:09 am
Short story 1 post
this is one that I posted in the arenas. Here it is...
The darkness of night
I pulled my hood tighter around my face to block the cold, biting wind. The torn cloths swayed in the breeze. I had walked the cold dark streets of the small city. All I had was the clothes on my back. I had wandered the streets for days. I hadn't felt the warmth of a bed or the comfort of a home in what seemed like forever. All I could do was walk and walk.
Suddenly I noticed a dark figure in the distance. I moved closer with fear but a eagerness to see someone. I moved closer still seeing more detail of the figure. He or she had a hood and a long warm looking cloak.
"Hi." I said in a soft quiet voice. The figure turned to me but I could still not see if it was a male or female.
We stood in silence for a moment then it said," Hello." She said in a high pitched but sweet, quiet voice, in response. She turned away from me looking in the same direction as before.
"What are you looking at?" I said again looking in the same direction. I waited but the woman never responded. I looked harder in hopes of looking at what she was looking at. Then in the far distance I saw a single light of a candle. It was coming closer with each second.
"What is that?" I asked again quietly. Then in that instant I turned to look at her but she was gone. Nowhere in sight. I turned to look at the light but it was also gone.
Was the whole thing an illusion? A figment of my imagination? Finding no answer I continued on my endless journey to walk forever in the darkness of night.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:10 am
SHORT STORY!
Him
The night sky had taken over the glowing daylight as slowly as a thick blanket of onyx black ink spreads over a love poem, swallowing the joy and happiness that was once on it's surface. Under a weathered awning on a lifeless street stood Carrie, a girl frighteningly beautiful yet hidden beneath a curtain of dark insecurities. Hands tucked under the warmth of her oversized jacket, she vacantly stared at the dim glow of an aged street lamp. Held captive inside the prison of her haunting eyes, she screams with agony inside; " Why is he taking so long?" her thoughts boiling with impatience. It seemed only the thought of his flawless lips and mysterious eyes kept her glued to that spot on the pavement, like a magnet pulling on her heart, begging her to stay. Yet something about the chilly night air seemed to tell her that something was not right.
Without a warning, the lights of the street suddenly shut off, leaving behind a a cruel, empty darkness. The dark pit of shadow spread across the city like a wave of nothingness mercilessly consuming its glowing lights. Carrie's eyes darted back and forth in panic, as if being rudely awakened from a deep sleep. Hair raising, breath quickening, hands trembling, Carrie cowered in the large empty darkness of the barren street, hoping he would find her. Please, please, please be here, she pleaded. In the far distance, sirens wailed a long, eerie cry of doom, echoing over the sea of black in which Carrie was only a grain of sand.
Carrie broke into a stride, following the sound of the crying siren. Crunch, inhale, crunch, exhale, crunch, crunch, crunch. She stumbled along the cracked and uneven pavement. feeling lost and hopeless. the moonlight, half-full and weak shining, reflected off the puddles of water along the sides of the streets, guiding her footsteps. She soon started to hear the wave of chaos coming from the bustling crowd of confused people. Carrie's stride turned into a sprint as she raced into the crowd. "Where is he? Is he here? Where is he?" she thought desperately. She called his name out, hoping he would hear her through the deafening noise of the panic. Nearby, policemen with flashlights attempted hopelessly to quiet down the crowd, which grew noisier instead. Carrie looked up toward the policemen, and it seemed they were protecting something. Curiosity fueling her emotions, she pushed through the crowd, hoping to see what the cause of the commotion was.
It was him. lying motionless on the ground. His blood spread over the sidewalk, as though dragged from the woods. His body became the only thing she could see. The whole world around her became an oblivious waste, and only he was there. Just like before. His eyes were closed softly, as though he were merely sleeping, just as he had slept so peacefully on her bed the night before, sinking into the soft white sheets. For a moment she wondered if he was dreaming of her in his eternal sleep, and felt a need to run her fingers through his soft black hair. Even in death, he was the apitamy of beauty. Carrie sank to the ground and pressed her cheek to the cold hard pavement, her bones sinking in. She lost all feeling of the world around her, and only he was there. She didn't hear the crowed screaming for help, she didn't feel the paramedics checking her pulse or lifting her into the ambulance. All that was there was him. "Don't worry," she whispered to him sweetly, "I’m coming. When we awaken, you can tell me what happened."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:12 am
POETRY! (ANNOUNCEMENT! It is Ashley and my one year. XD I wrote this for her when we first got together. Tis how I told her I loved her.)
Ashley
Piercing blue eyes, like the deep sea.
Hair, golden as the sun rises in the morning.
Lips like rubies, yet soft as silk.
All of these things drive me wild.
Yet there is one thing above all else,
One thing that makes me care for you so.
And that is your loving heart.
For that is what makes you truly beautiful.
It is not just the outside, but the inside as well.
And for that, I am truly blessed to have you.
And to have your love. And with that I say,
Hey beautiful. I love you.
-For Ashley
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:00 pm
Short Story Entry #2
"Why?"
Claire sighed as she looked out the window. She had a pencil in her hand and she had been drawing for the past hour or so. Her brother was upstairs doing something. At the moment she didn't really care. Her parents were out for the afternoon and she had nothing to do. She sighed again as she got up out of her chair to go and grab an apple from the refrigerator when she heard something crash upstairs.
It didn't startle her. Her brother Aaron was known to drop everything. He had to be the clumsiest person on the face of the planet. She shook her head as she went to the foot of the stairs.
"Hey Aaron! You alright up there?" She called up the stairs as she leaned lazily on the railing. She waited a moment for a response, and when she didn't hear anything she rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to call again when she realized his door was probably shut so she just made her way up the stairs. As she assumed his door was shut tight. Claire rapped her hand loudly on the door.
"Hey Aaron? You alright?" She asked again. She just heard a mumble from inside and something else made a loud bang.
"I am coming in now. 'kay?" She said as she opened the door slowly. She didn't exactly want to catch him doing anything weird, but all the silence and loud noises was starting to creep her out a bit.
"Aaron?" She said as she opened the door ans stepped in the room. The first thing she saw was her brother's bedside table was knocked over and the lamp was lying broken on the floor and that a few picture had been knocked off the wall. The second thing she noticed was a bottle of pills on the floor. The bottle was open and there were a few pills scattered on the carpet, but the bottle was empty.
Her eyes widened as the travel to Aaron laying on the bed, his eyes opened wide, but they were glazed over and unfocused. She bent down and picked up the unlabeled container. She knew the label must be somewhere around the room, but she didn't care to look for it.
She swallowed hard before she spoke. "Aaron." She took a deep breath. "What...the hell...is this." She said speaking slowly trying to keep her anger at a decent level. She was also trying to keep herself calm.
When she didn't get a response she spoke again. This time she was louder and more confident in her accusation. "Aaron. What the hell is this?" She threw the empty bottle at his chest. Aaron's eyes moved to register who had thrown the bottle at him.
"You look purrty today Claaaire." His words came out slow and slurred. "I looove your piiink top."
Claire took a deep breath. The shirt she was wearing today was blue, not pink. Her voice went up a bit in pitch as she spoke again. Her fear growing even more. She took a step forward towards her brother and her shoe crunched down on glass. She quickly stepped back to see the glass from the picture frames was all over the floor. Her eyes widened again as she looked back to Aaron lying on the bed.
"Oh my God Aaron." She said as she cautiously moved towards him. What she had assumed was correct. Aaron's hands and wrists were bleeding. None of the cuts were too deep, but the white sheets under him had been stained red. She scolded herself for not seeing the cuts earlier.
"Aaron, I am taking you to the hospital." Claire stated as she moved over to him. She put her hand under him and she lifted him up off the bed. She got him to at least use his feet a little bit and she was able to get him down the stairs without an incident. She held him up as she grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter before she made her way to her car. She opened the door and helped him in to the front passenger seat.
It took all her strength to get into the drivers seat and not panic as her eyes fell on the limp form of her brother in the seat next to her. As she started the car memories of him teaching her how to drive flooded in to brain. She had to fight back the tears as she drove him down the road to the hospital.
In the car she realized she could have called 9-1-1, but then she thought about how they might not have arrived in time and she was only twenty minutes away. She knew she could trust herself to take care of her brother and she just focused on the road, and getting them both there safely.
As soon as they pulled into the entrance to the emergency clinic she jumped out of the car and ran over to the passenger side. She opened the door and began to try to lift him out, but this time Aaron's feet failed to help her cause. It was when his breathing slowed to an almost non-existent pace that she flipped. She used all of her strength, but she only managed to pull his body half-way out of the car. A nurse walking by called for help and they quickly arrived to carry Aaron in to the hospital.
They had to hold Claire back as they took him inside of a stretcher. The separation was too much. Thoughts began to spin through her head, but the most reoccurring thought was, "If he dies, it will be my fault. All my fault." It was moments later that she passed out from everything.
She woke up in a hospital bed her eyes blinded by the bright white of the hospital. As soon as her eyes adjusted her thoughts flew to her brother and she was sitting up in bed in less than a second. She turned to the nurse by her bed, "Where's my brother!" She cried frantically as she tried to pull the tubes out of her arm to go to find him, but the nurse held her hands and helped her lay down again.
"You can see him in a little while." The nurse gave her a smile, but it wasn't enough for Claire.
"I have to see him, NOW!" She cried her breathing heavy. Her heart rate began to rise and the nurse tried frantically to calm her, but nothing worked. Finally she agreed to let Claire see Aaron.
She could only see him through the glass window in to his room. His hands and wrists were bandaged, and he looked as if he was peacefully sleeping. His chest moved gently up and down and up and down.
"I told you he's fine, dear." The nurse said as she began to pull Claire away from the door.
"No." Claire shrugged her shoulders hard to get out of the nurse's grasp and she clung tightly to the door in case the woman tried to pull her away again. The nurse just backed off a bit and let her stare.
Claire watched him breath and she matched his breaths with hers. Her hands turned white from gripping the door and the only thought in her head was, "Why?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:52 am
Poetry 3: Twilight (NOT about the book)
A single stream runs through the land,
Not pausing to stare at the endless fight.
Between the world of bone-chilling shadow
and that of eye-searing light.
Their arguments will never cease
For neither is wrong, and neither is right.
But sometimes the water dries out, disappears
and the lands of fire and ice unite.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:11 pm
POETRY - First Submission
by ai07
LIGHT
It was on summer's eve
when Light had crossed my way
Her hair was bright and golden
eyes, blue and clear as day
What I felt in that moment
no amount of words can say
As I descended from my carriage
to behold her apparition
I took off my worn brown hat
and kneeled in recognition
This wonderous beauty
had no sooner become my obsession
Her hair hung in curls
that framed her fragile face
Her hands poised and positioned
in a calm and silent place
Her eyes looked questioningly
at my obvious awestruck gaze
I hesitate to reach out to her
with one of my eager hands
In fear she'll leave me in darkness
the moment my hand, on her, lands
I struggle with an indecision
no one will ever understand
Why did she ever come
i may never know
For i was lost in that moment
when i cannot let go
But maybe it was she
who was surprised, more so
In Light, i had come to see
the truth that lies within
I put on my hat and walked away
on my face a grin
For Light was nothing more
than my most favorite sin
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:25 pm
Poem
3rd Entry (Sorry that it's six pages away from my other entries. I made this one about three days ago, but it's still on the website where the other ones are. sweatdrop )
The Face's Beauty
Eyes have shadow;
lips are bright;
hair is curly;
beauty beyond sight.
Nose is sharp;
cheeks are round;
skin is fragile;
but closely bound.
Eyebrows are smooth;
eyelashes are bold;
eyes say much;
but beyond told.
There's much said;
of the face;
it's beautiful like;
grand open space.
But never revealed;
is the face;
with the true;
divine, lovely grace.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 5:47 am
1st Entry for Short Story Contest
Timeless Love: An Eternal Sonata Story
Just a note: It's not yet complete. This is only Part 1.
Love blazes in her heart burn for one and one only: Allegretto. Bell has an urge to make Allegretto love her, and she will do anything to do it. She will demolish anything that stands in her way. Especially Polka.
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A flow of blood leaks out of poor Bell’s upper part of her head (The exact middle). Losing her blood, her life, and her memory. Allegretto stares in horror at his bloody girlfriend, screaming at the top of his lungs. "BELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He shrieks and lunges toward Count Waltz, with his lance, Bell's blood painted onto the star. "Damn you Count Waltz! Damn you!" He blasts and runs at full speed, his eyes tearing with his sword ready to strike. He lashes it at Waltz and makes a gash in his hip. The wind speed is so quick; it pushes him back 50 meters and slams him into the rocky side of the mountain. Now Allegretto was furious and sprints at him again, and the others try to pull him back. With Allegretto's cusses, the Count was in severe pain. His side was stinging and loosing so much blood, he passed out. Fugue took action and picked up the Count Waltz and took him away somewhere. His motion was indeed fast that no one could see him, even Aeris. Allegretto fell to his knees, bursting in tears. "Damn it! Why did he have to hurt her!? She never did anything to deserve this!! Why? WHY!?!?"!?!?" He cries. Then, a faint light glows from behind Allegretto and none other sees Bell glowing. He scurries over and tries to swat the light from engulfing her. “Go away! Stay away from Bell, dammit!” He swats even more as he sees a particularly bright ball of light from Bell’s necklace. The glow becomes brighter and brighter as it swallows her in light. “No, no! Bell!” Allegretto shrieks and tries to grab her. His hand shoots into the light and notices- it’s warm. Then, he tries to grip it and feels like silk between his fingers… Then, a blazing light flashes at them! A blurry figure is all they see- at first. Then, a more, detailed body takes its place. The person had long, white hair down to her waist. She also had a snow white dress that felt like feathers. The girl looked Allegretto’s age, possibly one year younger. The young lady opened her bright, beautiful white eyes and gazed at a crying Allegretto. Politely folding her hands on her stomach, she watched over the poor boy. Allegretto looked up and stared at this amazing, heavenly lady. “H-hey... Who are you?” He questioned. Bell got up, and fluffed her dress. “Don’t be silly Allegretto. It’s me, Bell.” She made a small giggle and flushed a bright red. He stood up and closely examined her. You don’t look anything like Bell. Only your voice sounds like hers.” His face was depressed. Another small giggle came out of Bell’s soft lips. “Well of course I don’t look like myself. I’m pure now.” Her innocent voice only Allegretto knows makes him wonder about the word ‘pure’.” And what do you mean by pure, Bell?” He curiously asked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:18 pm
ENTRY FOR POETRY CONTEST
Waking To a Hurricane ( It's more of a ramble I wrote down one night when I had a really weird week, so its pretty crappy. Oh well, here goes.)
I dont know what this pain in my chest (is)
I'm pretty sure that I can guess(that)
Sleep won't make it any better.
It's 2am and spiders line my walls
But that's okay, they can't touch me
Nothing can touch me in the darkness
There's no hands that can reach inside the canvas
Pixelated lies won't haunt me, you won't take me.
This is why I don't take those pills
That make me sit down, stand up, stay still.
Because if I do ( When I do, When you want me to)
My mind starts to reel, and spout this garbage
that is strangely attractive (like you)
like gothic thoughts of snakes and rocking chairs
or incest in storybooks that lasts longer than true love
isn't that terrifying? (truly)
Half an hour till dawn and still I'm lying here
But in my head there's sunlight
It burns my skin while I lie here (I want the moon)
and count clouds and watch grains of sand form shapes
Everything turns to electric current
The wind is so fast that I can feel
my life going by while my eyes are still open
And I'm so scared
That I will never be anything more.
Don't judge me (please do it, I love the pain)
I can't stand you ( look at me, strip me bare, I'm here.)
Please (love me. I'll follow until you do.)
If I dyed my hair would you take this seriously?
is it because I look semi normal that you laugh, doubt that my brain
was even capable of dark thoughts
I'm capable
I'm drowning in them
and you're the one pouring tar in my lungs,
GOD PLEASE
I need to sleep, to get away from these waking dreams.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 4:58 pm
This is mostly likely my last submission to this contest....
Etched
Is it a bad occurrence when one opened his or her eyes and saw only darkness? Well, that's what I saw when I opened my eyes: pure, unadulterated darkness. Like any other sane person would do when they opened their eyes, expecting light but saw only darkness, I freaked out. I screamed and thrashed but invisible hands held me in place and faceless voices garbled over each other, each voice asking a different question. Then I felt a p***k on my arm and my anxiety faded and the voices dimmed and I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I was a lot calmer but I was still sightless. Something stirred the air beside me and I turned to look but of course, I saw nothing. A cool, calculating voice emitted from where I was looking and began asking me questions. I answered him to the best of my ability, which was not much considering I couldn't remembered what had happened, and I told the voice at much. Then, I heard a sigh, something—perhaps a notebook—snapped shut, and the chair that the voice was sitting on creaked as the voice shifted.
“You really don't remember?” The same cool voice began. I nodded.
“Well, you were involved in an accident on I-27. I presume you were on your way home when this happened...”
It was the first day of Christmas break and I was on my way home from the University. It would be the first time that I've been home since school started in late August. It was snowing heavily and the roads were paved with ice. There were no one else on the road because they were all at their homes, hiding from the horrible snow and ice. Assuming that I was safe, I foolishly took my eyes away from the road to fiddled with my radio. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech and I snapped my head back to the road and saw two bright, yellow eyes swerving uneasily toward me at an alarming speed. Too stunned by what was happening, I froze up and the two vehicles collided. Shards of broken glass flew at my eyes and I screamed. I blacked out.
“...the man that crashed into you died before the ambulances could even be call. You were very lucky, I know it doesn't seem like that but you're alive and that's what matter.”
The voice left after it finished recounting the story and I was left to contemplate about what had happened. It was ironic, I decided then, that such an important event happened to me and I couldn't even remember what day it was. Yet if if I don't know the date, the fact that that really did occur with forever be etch in my mind, body, and soul.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 6:05 pm
ohh I'm so glad that this contest was extended to a time where I'm learning how to write sonnets in school.
So here is my English version sonnet keeping to the abab cdcd efef gg rhyming scheme and the 10 syllables per line =)
I'm in no way shape or form a pro at writing, but I did quite like this one.
So I hope you like it too!
Entry no.1
Without You~
lovely and innocent I see you there,
with nothing but a word set to your name.
While feeling this way I just can not bear,
to be so close as to be in this game.
you do not know the secrets that I keep,
nor do I have such a thought to know yours.
sadness I feel, my emotions run deep.
my heart aches for you so, as the rain pours.
I get but a glance into your bright soul,
seeing all the things I strive for in life.
the beauty and grace all swarming my goal,
but it seems they are as cold as this knife.
no matter, I will still end up trying.
for without you I may end up dieing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 11:02 am
I am a new member of b u r n, so I don't know how talented you all are more than I am, but here's my short story...
Entry 01: Short Story/ A Longful Gaze Into Your Eyes
It was a cool winter night when I saw you for the first time. The first time in my life to ever see such a beautiful girl like you, with your hazel colored eyes, you hot pink lip gloss shining in the snow like a flashlight in the dark. Though I've never talked to you, you eyes told a story to me. You were alone, you were scared of being in this city, but I knew that I needed to be with you. I walked out into the snow to see the way you walk. I saw the way you looked at me with a sense of nervousness but also with a sense of warmth, for you were no longer alone.
You said to me, "I've seen you at school a couple of times, what's your name?" I froze, not because it was cold, because I had not expected her voice to ask me anything but to leave her be. I shyly replied, "My name is Zach." "I'm Lauren, what are you doing out here in the cold?" Lauren asked. "I was just going to ask you the same thing. I saw you were lonely, looked like you were upset. What's wrong" I asked, realizing only then that I may have asked to much. "My brother is in the hospital, I just stopped by to see him." she told me.
"He had been in a drive- by shooting, he's in crtical condition." she had told me, a tear then fell from her eye to her cheek. "Trust me," I told her, "he will be fine. I know you don't know me, but whatever happens... he will be okay." I told her, put my jacket on her to warm her up.
"Thank you, I guess." she said looking up at me, wiping a tear off of her cheek. That was when we looked at each other for a long time. I took a long gaze at her eyes, while she gazed up at mine. Her eyes paralized me with their radiance and beauty. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking, but she moved in closer. I had as well, her lips were getting closer to mine. I could smell her lip gloss as I got closer to her. Our lips touched for the first time that night.
After the kiss was done, she asked, "It's kind of cold, can I come inside?" I froze again at that question. Never in my life did I ever feel love at first sight. "Ok, let's go in." as I took her hand and walked in to the front door with her. The best moment of my life happened with only a longfull gaze in her eyes.
Please tell me if I did okay. My first short story in a while.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 11:39 am
Short Story Entry #1
This is a short story I wrote for the arenas a while back. I've edited it a little bit and the curse words are now blotted out. *Yay*. Inspiration came from a variety of zombie/infected/last man on earth kind of things.
The Epidemic: Act II
Act II: A Dish Best Served Cold
I clasped a hand over the cool handle and cranked it down. There was a satisfying click and the door began to swing itself inwards. I took a small step forward and a chill immediately shot up my spine. It was a standard interrogation room, like the ones that you see in the movies and in crime dramas; but this room reeked of blood. The walls were painted a dull gray and was illuminated by a single light that swung around aimlessly in the middle of the room. In place of the usual cool metal table, a pathetic looking man sat in its place. His long greasy hair hung limply over his eyes, his clothing stained with sweat (or God forbid....blood). Doctor Hisotomi stood by a small table, holding a blood sample up to the light. He turned to see us enter, his round spectacles catching the glare of the light.
"Evening Doc."
"Evening, Nathan. How was the run?"
"Fine, fine. I got enough pickles to last us a lifetime. So. How's HE doing?"
I gestured towards our unconscious friend in the chair.
"He's fine, for now. I just gave him some sedatives, so he should be rather tame."
"How long has it been Doc? Seven months we've been in this s***hole?"
"If that's your way of pestering me about a cure, you as well as anyone knows that once the parasite has entered your blood stream, it's already too late. For this one especially..."
"SOOOoooo...that's it? No cure? Nothing?"
"Well, I might have discovered a way to kill the parasite BEFORE it has entered the bloodstream, but the problem is WHERE the parasite originates from. In order to prevent the spread, we must attack the source."
"Remind me where we found you Doc."
"Hacking up an Infectee in the Burger King on 4th."
"Nevermind..."
I took a walk over to the Infectee, pinching his cheeks in between my fingers and propping his face towards me.
"I wouldn't do that Nathan. You know that he's 80 hours into the disease...you of all people should know what they do when they are left unchecked. Even WITH the sedatives, I can't guarantee your complete safety."
Ignoring Doc, I gave the ba***d a couple light slaps on the side of his face.
"Hey a**hole, wake up."
The Infectee's eyes flickered open, revealing a piercing pair of bloodshot eyes. His brow narrowed and he began to grind his teeth.
"How ya feelin' buddy? Doc been takin' good care of ya'?"
"How do you think I feel? F****ing four-eyes over there has been torturing me for the last 15 hours! Now let me out of this chair you p**** so I can tear your g**-****n heart out!"
Its eyes were wide with anger, hungry for blood.
"Ohhhh. Touchy aren't we? Oh, hang on a second bud. You got a little something on your face there..."
I drew my pistol from it's holster and struck him across the face with it. Blood spattered out of its mouth across the wall.
The way it looked at me. Something about it just pissed me off.
Blood dribbled from the side of its mouth. The animosity practically bled from it.
"Bite my f***er." it whispered, hawking a wad of blood in my face.
I reeled back in disbelief.
I wiped the blood from my face. My patience had grown thin. My anger escalated and I was on the brink of breaking every single bone in this guy's body. That was it. I've had about enough of it.
I sent Doc an angry glare, and he gave me a small nod of approval.
"I'm done with him. He's run his course."
I drew back the hammer on the pistol and slowly brought the barrel to Its forehead. It looked at me with fear and oppression, almost like a child. Nothing could save him from what I was going to do now.
Gone was the animosity. Gone was the lust for blood. I guess even the Infected show fear. A crazed smile crossed my face. My eyes widened. My hands began to shake violently.
This is for my wife...
I fired.
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