Chapter 24 - Some Time to PauseSaturday, October 1st, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Crescent
Heading back into the bathroom, his limbs and chest shaking in excitement, Alex got a quick shower and some fresh clothing on. The only thing on his mind then was that he’d succeeded at shifting both into and out of his were form. Returning to the kitchen to find his friends and family waiting for him, some of them had very questioning looks on their faces. Despite that, and the soreness of his bones and muscles after the shift, Alex was ecstatic and his grin didn’t leave his face for long.
However, while riding with his friends to pick up his motorcycle, his enthusiasm took a slight hit; all three of them were eerily quiet during the ride. As though they were afraid to say anything. Judging by their scents, they weren’t afraid. Maybe deep in thought, or thinking about something else.
“Give it some time.” was what Alex said to himself after thanking Marcus for the ride. Wavi
Chapter 23 - Logic and EmotionFriday, September 30th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waxing Crescent
Listening to the outside noises, he heard wind blowing against the truck, but nothing else; his shaky breathing thankfully didn’t echo inside of the truck bed. Taking a sniff of the air, all he could smell was his own sweat, his clothing, his breath with the steak spices on it, and an old trace of soda. The latter two reminding him that he was in for a hunger attack soon.
He would have to endure it. Sans any soreness, Alex felt shaky at the thought of how his friends were reacting not even five feet from where he was.
Listening again, he finally heard a voice. “Think he’s OK?” It was Catherine.
“I think so.” This time it was Nathan.
Unable to tell if they were saying those things out of fear or concern, Alex reached out with one paw and tapped the liner twice. He wanted to talk instead, but for now, this would work. Better they not look like they were talking to a caged ani
Chapter 22 - ...Of Two WerewolvesWednesday, September 28th, 2011
Moon Phase – New
Finishing off the last of the second sub and his soda, Alex headed back outside. Once back on his motorcycle, he thought through all the places he had found this guy. The first was the park, too far away from where he was now. Then, Catherine’s place of work and Nathan’s, both relatively close. One near his neighborhood, and the last two where he was now.
Starting the engine, he made his way over to Gamestop first. Nathan’s car wasn’t there, but the store was lightly packed. Looking through the windows while he pretended to mess around with his phone, he didn’t see anyone with grey clothing or black and bleached hair. Although that made him feel hopeful, he had to check for his scent to be sure.
Heading inside and doing a full walk of the store, as small as it was, Alex felt more like a wolf than a civilian as he kept near the floor, checking for that scent. Even more so than a month befor
Script Frenzy Sample - Elder Scrolls: Ghostly TravThe Elder Scrolls – Script Frenzy
Premise – Allian, an Imperial Magician, and Dar-sen, a Khajiit Nightblade, encounter the spirit of a long dead traveler while cleaning out a bandit hideout. She says she has no idea how she died, of if she did; only that she woke up to find herself here. With some reluctance, the two friends decide to take her to a priest of Kynareth to find out what happened. The truth will lead them beyond High Rock and into Hammerfell and Cyrodill.
3 MILES NORTH OF WAYREST, HIGH ROCK
INT. SILVER MINE – EARLY AFTERNOON
Crouching in the shadows of a room inside the silver mine, ALLIAN and DAR-SEN are observing a pair of bandits dividing up a few pieces of silver. Nearby are a pair of torches, providing only minor illumination.
How much is here? Ten ounces?
No. I think eight. Still worth about a hundred septims, though.
DAR-SEN looks over to ALLIAN, growling lightly before whispering.
Why do these peo
Chapter 21 - A Chance Encounter...Monday, September 25th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
Heading out of the library and back into the afternoon sun, Alex slid his helmet on. Nathan’ place of work was next. As he made his way out of the parking lot, he saw his mother’s sedan coming his way.
Lifting his visor, he gave her a quick wave as she drove up. “Were you looking for me?”
Alex shook his head. “Just stopped by for a second.”
“Alright. See you at home. Love you.”
“You too, Mom.” Revving the throttle, Alex smiled behind his helmet.
With light traffic during mid-afternoon, it didn’t take him long to reach his destination. His sedan was parked close to the front of the store, and Alex followed suit, pulling in next to it. Feeling the afternoon breezes blow over him, he removed his helmet and headed inside. Even if he didn’t find his attacker’s scent here, he could still get Marcus something for his birthday.
Chapter 20 - Covering the BasesSunday, September 24th, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
The feelings of relief carried over into the first stretch of his shift the following day. Arriving just after noon, Daniel was helping a few customers at the trading card counter. After clocking himself in, Alex took over at the register.
“Kind of busy today, isn’t it?” Alex asked while ringing up a few comics.
“Just a short rush. Give it about ten minutes.” Daniel replied.
Giving a small shrug at that, Alex kept his focus on work, lightly smiling with many of his customers. Daniel’s claim of ten minutes was soon overshot by several more minutes, but Alex was eventually able to get back to the floor. His first pair of customers at that point, a married couple by the rings they wore, asked for his help at the comics section.
“We’re looking for a certain comic for our daughter.” said the father.
“Ah, cool.” Alex said. “Do you know wh
Chapter 19 - Those You TrustSaturday, September 23rd, 2011
Moon Phase – Waning Crescent
Friday passed without much change in routine, letting Alex concentrate on what was coming. At least in between sessions on his grindbox and an extended time at the Tampa shop. As it happened, that day was when Walter was taking sign-ups for the demo. Without hesitation, Alex signed himself up to take part, getting his mind to relax a bit.
At the same time, he was starting to wonder why he wasn’t seeing any messages from his friends over the last few days. The sickening thought of Nathan, or Marcus, already spilling the beans and them not speaking to him came to mind but he refused to believe that. Even so, with the approach of zero-hour, and Nathan’s car in the driveway on Saturday, Alex was hoping with everything he had that his friends would understand.
“Hey, man.” Nathan said as Alex came up to him and shook his hand.
“Hey. C’mon inside.” Opening the front door
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: AgainYou sat on guard, sitting on a rock at the entrance to Ariel's little alcove. Your shoulder wound hadn't been horrendously deep, but most of the bandages had bled through anyway. You had taken the trench knife, handing the weapon the petite blonde's assailant had left behind to her sleeping hand. The safety was on, so she wouldn't punch a hole through you or herself while she slept. The revolver was lighter in your hands than it had been before, now that conviction had settled in your mind and body. Pain still seeped from the hole where the thick-bladed knife had been, and your white shirt had a permanent crimson stain.
You didn't give shit about how you felt.
Hours passed, and sleep was beckoning you to her lap like a siren, and you tried desperately to stay awake. Your head bobbed forward, your eyelids sinking like weights had been attached to them. The folded vest you had placed beneath your childhood friend's head was beginning to look very comfortable, and you contemplated
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
Sonya's Journal: Day 1- Abandoned.Day #1- Abandoned.
My father sold me to this hellhole of an institution. Dr. Mikes, one of the owners, gave me this shitty book to write my thoughts in. I already hate this place. The silence is unnerving. My room is only a stone box with a large metal door that locks and opens from the outside. There's no bed nor a toilet, just some sheets and a bucket. The only light source is the square peep hole on the door. I don't have a window. I feel so alone.
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