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I fucking hate this shit. Everything. Why is everything make you feel like you want to curl up and fucking die! Why does everything that seems so perfect crumble into small pieces that are unfixable? How come the girl sitting across from you is staring at you with a look so harsh, you can taste the disgust in your mouth? Is that how everyone feels around you? You want to ask what the fuck her problem is, but of course like the good little angel you are, you keep your mouth shut, and as you sit there taking her look you question everything. You were always raised to be the bigger person, to...

OOC: the is an update to the bio of tess, beceas her old bio dit not make any sence, and beceas she micht get her own fanfic serie.

Name: Tess shepard ( shepard is gunfires last name, thad nowan but a few knowe))
Age: 13
Apearance: blond long hair, bleuw eyes, slender.
Cloths: depens on the situwation, mosly somting short, thouw she also whears robes when she wants to stay incospicuwaous.
Personanly: agresif, shoot first ask qwestions later, doesn't trust easy, lolay to pepol she trusts, suborn.
Skills: Basic Acrobatics, expert with guns and explosives,masster marksman,knowes howe to use...

Richi's vision blurred as he faded back into consciousness. The stone ground felt cold under his body, and as he picked himself up, his head began to throb with pain. Using a nearby wall to help himself into a standing position, he winced as a sharp pain suddenly came from his sides. Bars blocked him from leaving his apparent cell, and light shone through from the hallway. Richi felt blood trickle down from his cheek, and he saw that several bruises and cuts were all over his body. He felt his rib-cage and counted three broken, at least four fractured. "Wha-" he began to ask himself before...

The loud sound of metal scratching together woke her from sleep. They had found a place between some rocks and just under an alcove so low they had to crawl out. She had been too tired from the day before and now something was happening. She mentally cursed herself before slipping out.
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit...

Name: Atticus Unknown

Relations: Unknown

Alias: Atti

Occupation: Unknown

Race: Human.. most believe. Some say he's a ghost.

Age: Most suspect he's 17.

Personality: He is very quiet and often replies in grunts and usually doesn't take too well to people. Atticus, prefers being alone and isolated, and unbothered by pesky fledglings,

Appearance: Many don't know what he looks like, for he always wears a mask. Though it is believed he has icy blue eyes, that can freeze you from the inside. The only thing they do know is his white hair and pale skin.

Powers: His powers are Ice, and invisibility.

Weapons:...

Name: Perris Lest

Hero Name: none

Age: 15

Appearance: Green eyes, freckles, long wavy ginger hair

Personality: she is very unsure of her capabilities and does not talk much to others about her ideas and instead just does what shes told. She is very self concious of herself and her surroundings.

Powers/Skills: speed teleportation, the power to create an blue energy that creates an electric shock when in contact with an object or being.

Relations: older sister to Jake and Duke, daughter to Willow and Billy.

Civillian wear: jeans, flats, and a flowing tank top.

Others: the energy is a mix of Willows...

He dusted the dirt off him as he stood.
“Well this certainly isn't New York,” she muttered.
“Welcome to Oz, Dorothy.”
She sighed as they took in the sight before them. The houses were rundown brick buildings about two stories high. Some were small huts of mud and hay. The street was dirt that turned to stone the farther up you went. Buildings of different styles crowded in to what could be the center of a town filled with all kinds of different creatures.
“Well Toto, shall we find the witch or look for the flying monkeys?”
He grinned at her and the two stepped into the gate surrounding...

This has got to be the cheesiest thing I've ever written. But cheesy is just the right word to describe my Russian boy, so it fits ;P


Frozen in shock, Alek watched as Tara's eyes trailed from his stunned expression to the diary in his hand. Alek scrambled for an explanation, but the words tripped over each other and fell off the ends of the Earth. He stayed still as she reached across the comforter and took the notebook from his open hands. The two sat in silence on either side of the bed, one staring helplessly at the other's back as she faced away.
"I... It wasn’t my intention... This isn't..."...

This is a part 1 of 2 only IF Sil wants to continue it. If not, enjoy this one~shot!!!!!!



He slipped into the barely open door, looking around. The afternoon light filtered through the room. Her floor was clean, but the small amount of clutter on the desk and dresser made him smile at the familiarity. The girl he was looking for was sprawled on the bed, asleep. A book and pen lay open beside her, forgotten as dreams filled her sleep. He shook his head a little, smiling at how simple she was in sleep yet so alive with emotions. He capped the pen and placed it on the desk.
He sat down on the bed...

Kinda a response to Robin_Love's lovely one-shot titled ~Day and Night~. If this sucks and seems lacking in my usual detail-obsessed-touch, I blame a 5 mile hike and the late hour in which I am typing this up. Enjoy!

Vika squealed for the tenth, maybe hundredth time. Nic groaned. "Stop making that horrid sound!" he ordered, shutting his eyes in effort to fend off the pressing headache. The girl ignored him.
"Summer romance!" she squeaked. "Is that really the phrasing she used?"
Alek looked up to see Vika leaning over the railing looking down at him with a frivolous expression, her golden irises...

Name: Eachen Story ( ee-kin ) (( i changed his name shhhh))

Villian Name: Vile

Age: 19

Appearance: dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

Relations: Lucas Story is his younger brother.

Powers/Skills: he has viles that he keeps with him that give him strength and power. Depending on his intake of the substance the more power he gains. Combat skills.

Personality: he is very self centered and only benefits himself, though he secretley has a heart he tries to take over that feeling by greed and power.

Villian suit: he wears army paint on his cheeks and has a black hooded jacket, with black pants and combat...

The sun had set and the lights replaced its rays. Yellow, red, blue, green lit up the night, causing the twinkling stars the young man was so acquainted with to sink away. Along with them went the average civilians of the city, and out came the nocturnal creatures of the night.
Declan ducked into an alley as a police car sped past, sirens wailing. He sighed as it passed and disappeared around the corner, the siren fading away. He laid his head back against the brick wall and closed his tired eyes. The click of approaching heels made him snap back to attention and instinctively turned invisible....

Blaze yanked the steering wheel to the left, causing the truck to swerved a full 360. He ducked as the gun fire reached him. The windows shattered and glass sprayed across the empty seats of the Jeep.
Blaze slammed the door shut and crouched behind the truck, a steel shield. The gunfire ceased a moment as the men reloaded from behind their barricade of overturned cop cars. 
"Ruse!" he shouted, tightening the red bandana that served as his mask. The telepath sprinted from his cover of the alley and skidded to his friend's side. "About damn time," Ruse muttered, breathing heavily. 
"Traffic,"...

No words were spoken, no eye contact was made that morning. This didn't seem normal to him. To him, he and Aryess were practically married because they have been living together for almost six years, and not talking to her made him feel partially empty inside. These thoughts crossed his mind as he typed in the computer. A hand touched his shoulder making him flinch and turn around to see Jet.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Bentley blinked and looked down with a sigh as he hesitantly spoke. " Not really..."
Jet blinked, surprised. He had never seen Bentley be so open about his emotions in all these...

OOC: oke first, this story takes place a few years ago when gunfire was still imprisond in Ahrkam.


Twan sat on the tabel in the mess whit Harrley and Joker.
Is evryting redy? he ask looking at his mentor a bit worryd.
Joker opend his mout to sai somting bu harley was faster.
Dant worry kiddo, it will work. She said whit a reasuring smile, twan realaxed a bit.
Oke than when are we gaoing to set it of.
Tomorow at this time. Joker said.

Lunce is over back to your celles! A guard yelld, the door of the mess opend and they were let back to theyre cells, Joker Harley and Twan smiled shortly to eithsother...

Twan walkd downe an ally folowd by the rest, Tess walking next to him.
So wat is the next target old man?
Noting special the luitand seems to love haning around in shadowy bars.
*tess lookd a bit disepointed* wel thad soundes to easy.

*an misteries figur spoke frome out of the shadowes whit a laugfing voice* Old man, wel thad is a new one.
*tess pulled her gun and aimd it at the figur* showe yourself *she said*
*sil stept out of the shadowes* Relax i am not here to hurt you.
*Twan laid his hand on Tess shoulder* she is a friend Tess it is oke.
*tess lowerd her gun and Silver came closer to the group*...

"Staring at her isn't going to help."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked by the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from...

He walked down the hall to her bedroom, passing his own in his wanting to get to her. The door was open when he walked in, but the girl on the bed was not the one he was looking for. She looked up when he entered, an apologetic smile on her face.
“Is something wrong?!” he asked.
“No. Not exactly.”
“Where is she?”
“She's fine. She just had to get out for a bit.”
“Where is she?”
“California, I think.”
He blinked, the words catching him for the first time.
“Wait you mean she's not here at all?”
“That's right. She wanted to wait for you, but said she was getting too restless....

"Get your men back!" Blaze yelled as he trotted out the gateway of the abandoned maximum-security prison. The captain of the squad signaled the 50-or-so men of his betalian to retreat from the entrance. The heavily-armed soldiers positioned themselves behind the barricade of cars as the earth began to shake beneath their boots. A howl derived from Hell erupted from the dark, a first of anger and bloodlust. Blaze leapt onto the hood of an SUV just as the creature charged from the exit tunnel of the prison.
The monster could have been mistaken for a rhino, accept it was 11 feet long and shrouded...

So yeah, I'm not dead. Been really busy.

The phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time. Its ringtone sang out in the darkness of the room, and the phone clattered against the dusty wooden tabletop as it vibrated.
Hey, it's Richi. The phone sounded out as the call went to voicemail. I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.

"Rich!" the voice yelled as the message was recorded. "I know you can hear me! Where are you?! Why haven't you called back?! Please, the three of us are worried. Come back already. We're sorry."

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