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this is short story with no real beginning or end, its also a work in progress.
however the weirdest thing happend when this was written. i wrote a part of it and at the same time, the other writer was also writing about the same thing. aaanyways. lol





“Damnit!” Rinalla shouted, turning her form to duck under the onslaught of bullets. This was becoming quite the hassle. Ducking behind the door, Rinalla pulled her legs in close as her hands stubble about for the reload magazine to her handgun. Who ever these people were, they didn’t want to give up the young Lycanthrope that they had. She had already spent three days in this godforsaken castle trying to get to Cyodie.

Another shot that was deathly close to her ear brought her back out of her thoughts and back to the battle. Exhaustion was taking over. The only way she was getting out of this was to hold on and transform over to her Lycan form. But it was still early morning, and her ammonium was running low. Hunger bit at her stomach. How long had it been since she fed on real meat, human or otherwise? She could change in the daylight, but then control couldn’t be totally reached. The rain of bullets stopped for the slightest moment, letting her thoughts work their weary selves into a plan.

It was risky, but if she stayed here and did nothing she would probably be dead before noon. ‘You so owe me Kye… And I’m going to beat you senseless for this’ Pushing of the slim covered wall, Rinalla felt her control slip out, and the familiar animosity toward humans, toward her food source, leapt to life. Every once of loathing she could muster worked to transform her physical and mental being. She could distinctly smell each different scent of them. There was only a measly fifteen, barely a meal after not eating for so long. Her ears twitched at the faint sound of pounding hearts. Her fur even stood on edge in eager anticipation. Every tooth seemed to scream out at her, begging to rip and tear every inch of those foolish humans. Her mental control was slipping.

When she lost it and then regained it, she couldn’t be sure what happened. All she knew was that her stomach was filled, and blood had run over the stonework and her. Her body reverted back to it’s human like form, her eyes following the river of red on the ground. She didn’t remember killing them; only a bare thought of chase was left. The long hall, at which she had started on the opposite end of, was littered. Bits of bodies, clunks of hair and skin, the occasional limb, and blood were everywhere. There was a time when she would have lost her stomach at the sight of her own destructive nature, but these people took Cyodie, and then refused to give him back. What did they expect to happen?

Rinalla pulled herself up again, going toward what she hoped were the stairs to the lower parts of this hell-hole. With each step, her strength replenished and her stomach quieted. Now if only her mind would do the same.

(hers stops, mine begins)



He found that he could not move; something was pinning him to the wall. His arms felt like they were nailed to his sides, and might as well have been, as much good as they were doing him. He tried to remember how long he had been down in this forsaken dungeon. Two weeks? Months? Years? He could not recall. Time had a way of melding his memorys into a painful knife that had left its mark on his soul. Tormented by the sheer fact that he was captive in the wretched place of his most brutal and unmerciful enemy. The same enemy who killed his parents so long ago. Himself. His memorys came back in a flood of images and emotion.

Suddenly he was back on his parents’ farm, standing in front of the big gate that blocked both unwanted guests from getting in and the livestock from getting out. These were the days of his childhood happiness. He turned and watched as the chickens clucked and trotted, picking the grain form the ground with their sharp beaks. He setting sun was begining to cast an eerie shadow across the grass. The slight breeze brushed by his soft brown hair. He heard a sharp whistle cut through the evening air.

A sudden jolt of pain had woken him from his memory. He opend his eyes slowly. Standing in front of him was a women, short with long red hair and a girm smile on her face. “Hello, Kye.” She said with distaste. “I see you can’t keep out of trouble when I’m not around.”
Kye struggled to organize his thoughts into a sentence “ How… Who?”
“Oh, don’t tell me you forgot. I know you better than that. Who? Its Rin, how? Its amazing what you can do with a little muscle to coherese what I wanted to know out of the towns people. So. What happened? Who’s holding you here?”
I am.
“hey answer me! Who’s holding you here?”
“myself.” He answered,” I’ve lost control. i… I can’t keep myself form it. The only way is to keep myself locked up. Safe. So i can’t hurt anyone.”
“bullshit. They brainwashed you. Who has locked you up? How long have you been down here?”
he couldin’t answer. He didn’t know. He was a danger to everyone around him that’s all he could think of. He had done this to himself. He had lost control.
Suddenly he was on his knees. His arms had saved him after all, maybe they were’t so useless.
“come on, were getting out of here.” He felt himself being carried.
Must be an angel: taking me to the promised land., he thought, but I’m not a really religious person I wonder if god will let me stay
That was the last thought he had before he passed out

End
(then i added more later)

the sound of gunshots woke him from his momentary repreive from reality. he opened his eyes only to find the ground coming at him at a startleing pace. he scrambled to get his bearing before he hit the ground. he flailed uselessly.
"hey stop squirming, or you'll die!" he heard someone say," just relax a moment. we'll live."
he knew that voice. and that tone. It was that girl who called herself Rin. He noted that she was carrying him. A fact he had previously overlooked as he had seemed to be falling from a great hieght. She must be stronger than she looks. The ground was coming too fast for his liking. So he closed his eyes and went elsewhere, where he didn't have to deal with the chaos and inevitable pain.
"Dammit. He went limp again. Cyodie, I'm gonna kill you, one of these days." she hit the ground hard but rolled herself into a run. She heard dogs barking. Whoever was keeping cyodie locked up sure didn't want him to get away.
She turned down a beatin path tward the edge of the forest. three days of planning and small beatings for information had gotten her nohwere. Except the fact that she now knew that castle pretty well. She had no idea how long Cyodie had been down there, the fact that he had been missing for almost two years didn't help her in figureing out when he got caught or even how they had managed to brainwashed him.

you think i have that good of a memory? heh, man I MISS YOU! dang it, i'm comin down there! you be ready!.. i don't know when, i don't knowhow.... but some day....


be ready. rolleyes

done done and dumber, err..? anywho..

bummer! i did! i LIKED it as i always do...

i want MOAR! domokun RAWR!