Chapter 2 - "We have a 10-67."Monday, August 22nd, 2011
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Taking a swig of water from a bottle in his backpack, Alex sat with his arms folded over his motorcycle's handlebars while he waited for Nathan to get his camcorder. Both it and his phone were capable of recording video in 720p, a standard video resolution for most amateur skateboarding videos, but the camcorder was better built for getting dim backgrounds. With the Last Quarter moon and fluorescent lights as their only illumination tonight, it was the better option.
Turning his head as the evening breezes blew over him again, he heard the front door of his friend's house open and the two were soon on their way to the local skatepark. While it had once been a basketball court, local interest had gotten the city to rebuild it several years back after the installation of a steel fence around the pavilion.
Turning onto the road leading to the park, Alex found a parking space as close to the park as possible and shut the
Chapter 1 - Of Comics and CompanyMonday, August 22nd, 2011 – Sugar Land, Texas
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Listening to the voice of his potential new boss as he read off his application, Alex Stryker shifted in his seat and straightened his back a bit. Trying his hardest not to adjust the clip-on tie on his neck, he let his eyes wander a bit, looking around at all the stuff in the room. Boxes of comics, both new and old, stood stacked near the walls. From a number of them, he could catch the very familiar scent of comics that were yellowing and aging.
“So, Alex, what can you offer me as an employee of this shop?” asked the person interviewing him.
“I'm not sure yet,” Alex replied. His voice was one of those that would have sounded right at home on a talk radio station. Deep and clear. Thinking the initial answer sounded stupid, he continued on. “but I'll offer everything I can provide. Food and drinks if that's what it takes.”
The final remark got the perso
Odyssey Into 2012 - Chapter 1Gazing around at the elaborate scenery for a second, Lilith turned her head to look behind her. The portal she had come here through was gone, which she found unsurprising yet unnerving. It had just appeared in front of her and she walked through it, acting on pure curiosity. It had taken only seconds, but here she was.
But then she had to wonder. The atmosphere of this place. It was grand and majestic, with so many people walking about. And yet none of them had seen a swirling mass of 'magic' deposit her here? Why? Was she invisible?
"Excuse me." the man Lilith spoke to looked her direction instantly. Waving her hand once, she saw the eyes of the man stay unwavered. As if he was looking through her. “Where am I?” The man responded in Japanese, which she didn't understand outside of Tokyo. However with more sets of eyes now looking in her direction, she was convinced she wasn’t invisible. “OK, great. More questions to answer.”
Nodding to the man, rega
Werewolf Tale - NaNoWriMo - SynopsisAfter trying to save the life of the victim of a werewolf, Alex Stryker finds himself on the receiving end of a bite from the same beast. Fending it off through what he believes is his own ability, he escapes only to find that by getting away, the werewolf has passed lycanthropy to him.
Being bitten outside of the full moon, Alex quickly realizes that this condition is far more complex than he originally believed. With no mentor to turn to, and unwilling to risk the safety and company of his family and friends, he is left to observe the changes as they surface.
With a new job in retail, his social hobby as a skateboarder, and his growing concern for those closest to him, he has his work cut out for him. But can he keep it a secret, or will the one that turned him force him to reveal the truth?
You're Not Alone (Slenderman X Reader) ch 18 Slenderman’s POV
A faint scent of dried blood drifts through the air. I stand across the hall, waiting for her door to open. I can hear her soft whimpers from behind the door, but nothing else. The door is motionless, taunting and tempting me to open it. I want to see her. I want to hold her. I just want her.
__________… I’m so sorry.
I listen closely to her soft sobs; it is my only sign that she is there.
I promise I will never do anything like that to you ever again.
Eventually, the sobs soften and fade, disappearing into silence. The silence that I had enjoyed so much in the past is now my anathema. It weighs heavily on my body, reminding me of what I have done to her.
Please, forgive me….
Time slows down to a near hault. Every second I wait feels as
An Unfair World: Kill the LightsYour name is Arabella Aquinas, and you're going to kick ass.
You know well that you won't win this; that there's no way you're going to beat twenty-nine other students, many of them stronger and faster and craftier than you, but you also know that you've got a very big advantage. For one, you're tall, so you can cover more ground than a third of the class. For another, you've been studying the past five games, and learning to stomach the gore has given you a sense of merciless brutality that you can't wait to utilize.
All that, plus the military-grade rifle in your duffel bag.
Unfortunately, it's been partially dismantled so that it could actually fit into the bag. Though it's not too much of a burden, it'll still take you time to put it together and ensure that the weapon is in firing condition. You also need a vantage point where you can gun down any approaching targets, but have your eyes on what looks almost like an old fashioned oil tower with a conveniently built wooden pl
An Unfair World: Chalk OutlineStealth obviously wasn't his game, as the big oaf practically stomped everywhere he went. The rattling of the chain wrapped around his torso was also irritating as hell, but the sunglasses on his stupid face were the thing that set you off the most. The tall blonde kid- he wasn't mature enough for you to consider him a man -constantly babbled too. The night had been loud enough without him, given the hooting of burrowing owls and the chirping of crickets on the plain you two just crossed.
But his lack of personal space made you want to perform an acrobatic pirouette off the nearest cliff.
"Listen, Seb," you held a hand to your brow in exasperation. "Either shut up, or I'm going to castrate you with napalm." The tanned kid shut up then, wise enough to know that you'd carry out your promise without hesitation. You continued on, the moonlight finally peeking out from behind the clouds before filtering through the leaves and branches of the aspens and oaks above you
An Unfair World: PassiveYou glanced into a pane of reflective glass, gazing at your own eyes. Red. Always red, not from crying or lack of sleep, but from flawed genetics. That's what your teachers and mother and the fuckers who picked on you said. But you knew otherwise. You had no delusions about being some savior or any ideas about you being brilliant or charismatic. But you had the gut feeling that you could change everything if you put your mind to it. And your gut was very rarely wrong.
But, in totality, you didn't deserve to win. You were cold, unsympathetic, and had been medically diagnosed with sociopathy. You were the wrong person to win and leave this hell alive, but you aimed to make sure that the other people who were even worse than you died in agony before you were slain. T'kelah had followed you, and though she was your best friend, you honestly wanted her somewhere safer. You have harbored romantic feelings for the dark-skinned girl with th
Reanimated (Chapter 9)
When Max finished her shower, she stepped out into the chilly bedroom and looked around. The lights were out and the air nipped her wet skin. She wanted to bundle up in her towel, but it was also wet, and provided little comfort. She looked to the large gossamer bed and saw a hoodie and a pair of cut jeans waiting for her. Had Gabriel set these out? She dropped the towel and got changed quickly. Surprisingly, they fit her rather well and she went to the mirror across the room to adjust her hair. Under normal circumstances, the ritual of preparation would take almost 15 minutes…but she was slowly beginning to learn that such carefree and mundane rituals were very dangerous in this hostile environment. Max finished getting her hair fixed up and went downstairs.
“Gabriel, are you here?” She called.
“I’m in the den.” Gabriel called back. Max stumbled down to the den, suddenly aware of how tired her legs were. Gabriel was laying on the sofa, staring up at
The Bloody End Chapter 26Unleashed
The phone stays silent for a while to the point I almost give up and believe he or she has stopped texting me. I have the number which I quickly but privately write down and store away, completely out of view from the window in case I'm being snooped on. If I pass the number or messages on to the Police or anybody, I'll suffer. And my loved ones. It could just be a mild threat that means nothing but at the same time it could mean anything. I don't know who this is but I don't want to risk anything. Not quite yet anyway.
I jump, grab the phone and nearly press the wrong button and delete the message before I have a chance to read it. I doubt they'd text a repeat.
"I want you to stop being so stupid."
Stupid? Stupid?! How am I being stupid?!
"What do you mean by stupid?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
"No. I don't."
"Getting yourself involved. With HIM."
I don't need to be a genius to work out they're talking about Jeff. I h
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