Crossing the Line {1/2}

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"Now class, i am assigning homework because all you have to do is just do what Ms. Hayden had just said. But if your weren't listening," she starred at Blake coldly; Blake still looking out the window, "Then it is your loss."

The class groaned and a few boys in the back swore under their breath. The teacher snapped her fingers once, snapping out, "SILENCE! I will not have that language in my class boys!" She starred coldly at Blake again.

Blake's teacher, Eddie Fought, had said on their first day of 8th grade that: "In math class (Pre-Algebra) you will be trialed with the best and hardest math problems. Work hard and study and you might succeed; if not... the consequences will be server. Failing grades will not be tolerated in my class. Everyday you will receive homework. Any late papers and there will be 'HELL' to pay (detention). Welcome to the 8th grade and i hope you enjoy your year."

That semi-speech was painted in the back of the classroom.

Everyone in the classroom could see tons of things wrong with that speech. For example:
-In math class (Pre-Algebra) you will be trialed with the best and hardest math problems. "Oh Crap!"
-Work hard and study and you might succeed; if not... the consequences will be server. "Might?"
-Any late papers and there will be 'HELL' to pay (detention). "This teacher must be the Devil!"
-Everyday you will receive homework. "Like we need homework every screwed up day of our life!"
-Welcome to the 8th grade and i hope you enjoy your year. "She must be joking?!"

Blake finally took his eyes away from the bird outside, starring down at his watch. The second-hand seemed to grow slower every tick...tock. Thirty-five minutes were still left of class.
There was some talking in the background but Blake really did pay attention, "Okay class, if... Mr. O'Brian knows the answer the question then i won't give out homework." said Mrs. Fought.

Blake snapped his head up, putting on a face like a curious puppy examining a new chew toy. A kid in the back whispered, "No! Anyone but Blake!"

"Well Mr. O'Brian? What is the answer?"

"Twenty-gon? That would be," Blake quickly did the math, "3240 degrees! Am i right?" He announced to the classroom, not making eye contact with anyone but watching the bird; which was again eating another worm.

A few of the kids started whispering excitedly and then a boy in the back stood up said stupidly, "Ya! No homework!"
The kids in the classroom chortled but they all faltered as Mrs. Fought looked angrily at the boy.
"Sit your ass down Mr. Thomas!"

That was one of the scary things about Mrs. Fought, she would cuss at the class or a student and she to intimidating that no one would report her, not even the own staff. She seemed like one of those people who would slit your throats in your sleep or enter your dreams.

.... Stayed tuned!

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Crossing the Line {1}

-new story-
Blake O'Brian sat at his hard, wooden desk like any other school boy; finishing a worded math problem. "What is the Definition of Supplementary:" 'A supplementary is a total of 180 degrees from two angles: 110degrees+70degrees= 180.'
It was to easy for him, he didn't understand why the other kids whined and groaned about it.

Blake sat nearest to the math class window and enjoyed its company. Some would call that weird, a window bringing company.

He set his pencil down and leaned back, relieved to be done. He looked out of the window. The sky was just a bright shot of blue with the sun shining up high, not a cloud in the sky. A Black bird hung in the air, wobbling a bit as if a huge gust of wind was pushing it. Then it took a nose dive.

Blake watched it zoom to the ground as if like a bullet. It unfurled its' wings and it touched ground softly. It put its' beak into the ground and no sooner, it came back out flinging into the air a pinkish object. The worm wiggled in the air and the bird opened its' beak; the worm falling right into the mouth.

Blake clapped a golfers' clap and laughed. The students close to him starred at him to see what was so funny. Blake laughed a bit harder at the looks of 'Your a weirdo' on each of the kids. The teacher cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the other class members. She was pointing at a figure: a Decagon.
"Can anyone tell me, no, explain to me how to figure out the angles or one angle of any shape?" she said to the class.

A hand flew into the air and the teacher waited for other hands to fly into the air, but none came. The hand already in the air was now shaking violently.

"Yes, Ms. Hayden?"
"A decagon is a ten sided figure. To figure out the answer, all you have to do is remember this simple formula: S=(N-2)X 180 degrees.
So you would do S=(10-2)=8 X 180= 1440 degrees. Then to find one angle, you simply divide by the number sides the figure has:
1440/10 = 144 degrees." Holly Hayden said this very fast and excitedly.

Blake knew the teacher was eyeing the side of his ear, but he still watched the black bird outside have a feast, finding thousands' of birds.
"Thank you Ms. Hayden, for that really," she stopped to think of the right words, "grand explanation and answers."

{Will post next part of story later.}

Chapter 0: Witch one, Sister or Mother? {Part 3} {Page 3 and 9}

A defender’s blood will become acid to the dark. But that was basic logic. But you never want to kill a witch, because it becomes meaningless. Bone bind magic. They would just be reborn and become stronger than the last time; their memory as sharp as ever, remembering your face.

The battle cry of the other witches rang out and the old man started. The witches jumped off from the balcony and landed on their feet as light as a cat would do from jumping from a fence. They were hissing. Hoods over their faces.

The old man brought his staff up and slammed it down hard on the wooden floor. A blast of hard air shot around the man in a circle and expanded. Knocking the witches to their feet. The one closets to him raised her finger and a black bolt shot out and flew straight at the old man.

The man stepped to the side as fast as he could, for only the bolt missed his heart but struck his side. Carving some flesh out. But the normal blood, thick and red, did not pour from his open wound, but a dark liquid fell to the wooden floor. The old man took a big in breath and hissed, “Astra Wound!” A scab formed over the wound and the man breathed out.

Spells were thrown at the man, all shots missed to fright of the other witches. Then the witch, who had cast the dart spell, yelled out, “Die Calesor, Die you bastard!”

The old man grinned, as a response to the name Calesor. He grabbed a silver chain from around his belt. The two standing witches screamed at the sight of the chain. They turned on their heels and started running. The old man, Calesor, what ever he was; threw the chain into the air. The second the chain left his hands, the sound of firecrackers was heard. The two witches froze. The chain stood in the air and then, shot at the witches. The chain reached one of the witch’s and trapped her feet. Binding her from ankles to mouth.

She screamed as the silver made contact with her open skin. Silver on a witch’s body creates the sensation of a burning fire.

The other witch stopped and fell to her knees, crying heavily and shaking her head whispering, “No, no, no, this can’t be happening.”

The Calesor smirked and then drew out another chain. He swung it over his head. But something caught his eye. The adult witch was moving. She was more of a threat than that little girl. He threw the chain at the adult. He reached in to his pouch again for another chain, but all he felt was leather.

He looked at the other witch, sobbing on the ground. He ran over to her as fast as he could. He grabbed her hood and yanked it off. A stream white hair poured down from the good and a fresh new wave of tears fell to the ground.

The clanking sound of the chain snaking over to the adult witch seemed to startle the young witch in front of her. The chain snaked around the adult and she moaned as the silver burned her skin. The witch’s eyes were red with hate.

“I didn’t even a thing… and she said nothing bad would happen.” Sniffed the white haired witch in front of the Calesor. The Calesor walked off, he knew, for some reason, that she did nothing. He stopped at the other little witch, who could be the white haired’s sister. Picked her up and walked over to the adult who was now knocked out cold. He picked her up as well. Carrying both witches on his shoulders.

“Don’t kill my sister or my mom, I need them. I don’t know what I would do if I lost them.” She said in an airy, feeble voice.
She was truly defeated, she wouldn’t fight back. He looked at the little girl standing in front of him. The Calesor shook his head and whispered,
“Shinigami’s mission is to send the Murderers of the Speeds to hell. I promised Shinigami, the devil, and god himself. To get rid of you type of fiends. But you do not fight back, nor do I think you caused the death of the Speed family. Therefore I have decided to spare your life.” He spoke loud and clear, but in an also tired voice. “Now, please tell me the truth, who killed the Speeds?”

She looked up at him having more tears fall from her eyes; sliding down her cheeks and splashing on the ground. She kept whispering, “Why, why, why…?”

The Calesor was growing very inpatient, do to his old age, he felt like he was going to die right their if he had to stand any longer.

Then she fell to her knees, the moonlight throwing her into full focus. Her white hair reflected the light from the moon; her black robe seemed too small because her belly button was showing. Her skin was a fair tan color, which meant that she was a clean witch who hasn’t been reduced to killing. Her eyes shined a bright, deep blue.

Shinigami cold hands were upon his shoulders whispering, “Kill them, they deserve it. Show no mercy. She is better off dead than living in the human world along with her sister and her mother.”

The Calesor grimaced at the voice of Shinigami; stuck in his head, not being able to be rid of it. It even sent chills down the Calseor’s back. But it was not his choice for who lives and who suffers. He walked over to the girl, putting down the other witches. He knelt down and put his hand on the girl, who shivered as if she had felt a cold blast of wind.

Then he put his hand to her chin, to get a better look into her eyes. She slapped it away.
The witch’s sister moaned and the witch in front of the Calesor, looked over his shoulder to get a good look at her sister.

“On hell’s name, I will let only two of you to live. I have already chosen you so I want you to make the choice. The angles above cry to me; telling me to kill you all, but I see something in you. So, I ignore their call. If you don’t make your choice, I will take your sister’s and mother’s lives. I am so sorry for this question but, who do you want? Your sister or your mother.” The Calesor said in her ear.

“NO!” She wailed throwing her fist on the man. But he shrugged them off. Knowing the punishment of the question. “That’s…impossible…you… are… so…cruel!” She sobbed hard for every word she could bring out.

“I have no choice.” He said.
“No your not, you don’t have to do this!” she sobbed.

She looked into his old and tired face, eyes all red and puffy do to the tears that lay scattered across the floor. Her blue eyes were gone. And the Calesor: It was a sick question; you can never split apart a mother from her daughter nor separate the sisters. Out of all the missions he had to have, he got the one that pained him the most.

“My mom killed the Speeds. She did it for our protection and to…” she cut off at the end. He knew what she was going to say.
“To teach you how to kill without using mortal violence?” he whispered.

She nodded her end. “I love my mom and my sister, can’t they-?”
“No,” He hissed and his knife would send a shock of pain back into his back. “You have just confessed the murders of the Speed Family. I don’t like killing, witch but it must be done, if I didn’t do it, who would? I have made my choice. Your judgment has been set…”

“No your not! I bet you love killing! You jerk!” she screamed at him while he walked over to her sister’s body. “DON’T TOUCH HER YOU FREAK!” She shrieked.

“Tuh, fine, I like to see you get these chains off without burning yourself. OR? I could get them off and so you and your sister can rejoice. Which one? And if you keep screaming I will kill her, so shut up!” He said in a matter of fact tone. “Freie!” He barked at the witch on the ground.

The chains on the witch slivered off her like a snake, fleeing from a horrible battle gone wrong. Clanking and rattling on the ground as it crawled up the Calesor’s leg and into the pouch.
Her sister stirred, the faint imprints on her skin where the chain had been; burned into her skin and were visible, bright red on her skin. She looked up into the Calesor’s old aged, soft eyes. She stifled a small shriek and then she looked at her sister and then at her mother. She pointed her finger at the man quickly then opened her mouth, “Sia-!”

*Crack*
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The Calesor, as he grabbed her finger and snapped it. As she had threatened him, about to cause the torture curse.

The Calesor grabbed her robe top and thrust her across the room, hearing her whine when she sled across the floor, cradling her hurt, broken finger.

The Calesor stood back up, grunting from his back pain he earned in his little battle with the witches. The Calesor looked down at the sisters, the littlest one holding her sister as the oldest wept. They were identical down to their toes, except the fact that their hair was different. The youngest now helping her oldest sister to her feet.
The red head looked at him and threw him a dirty look that bowed the old man a slow and painful death.

The twins rose to their feet, now fully standing, but swaying as they were both somewhat injured: physically and emotional. It sickened the Calesor that he was letting scum like the red head get away. But it was justice. But it would save the world and do it a big favor. But at least a teacher will be killed and banished from Earth’s surface and into hell itself.

The youngest witch coughed and the Calesor looked up from the ground. “Umm, thanks sir for sparring my and my sister’s lives.” She said weakly.

Her sister hissed menacingly and the Calesor shook his head and said in a weak, determined voice, “I am sorry this had to happen. But, I will find you and I will kill you the next time, no mercy!” The Calesor tried to keep the menace out of his voice but came out and it was harsher than he expected.

The youngest nodded and mouthed, “No mercy.”
The other shook violently.

The Calesor knew they wouldn’t get far on foot and he knew the oldest sister would want revenge. He reached into his pouch and said, “The trip might be unpleasant.” He withdrew a black powder that poured slowly from his hand like sand trying to pass the area in a sand timer. He threw it at the witches and it scattered. Then he shouted, “America!” The witches paused wondering if that was a spell. Then a wall of spiraling black and deep purple engulfed the twins.

When the wall faded, the twins had vanished. Leaving no trace that they were there.

The Calesor sighed and then reached around his back and withdrew a blade. The sound of metal sliding on hard leather pierced the house. The Calesor wielded a small dagger and walked over to the teaching witch.
“Aw Flasay Pole.” He murmured. The chains binding the witch started moving around and then opened up a spot, right over the witch’s heart area. He took a deep breath and raised the knife high into the air.




Stay tuned for…
Chapter 1:
The Chat with Shinigami

Chapter 0: Witch one, Sister or Mother? {Part 2} {Page 2 and 3}

... The flickering light kept flashing red and green; back and forth. The red was, of course, the most dominant color that formed from the flame.
The witches knew he was out there and they by now that he would of casted the blood circle of David's Star. They would not be able to leave until the old man was dead.

The old man moved up to the house, limping every time on his right leg. His hand on his staff was becoming even more sweatier every second his heart was beating as he drew closer to the old house. His other head, wet from the blood, still holding the lantern.

He reached the top of the porch and took several deep breaths. If he was right, eating the soul and the witches heart's, would turn him back to a young one. His old wrinkly face would become flat and his gray hair would become its' glorious dirty blond color. Plus, his cholesterol would be much better and as well, his bladder problem would stop.

The old man looked back up at the dark door in front of him, his weak two- hundred year old eyes blinked. He touched the door with his staff, his heart pounding furiously. His whole body shaking. The screeching of the door's hinges wrong out and the old man winced. Leaving the screeching hinges to echo into the blank empty blackness of the house.

The echo had died and silence fell upon the old man, and that irritated him. He just couldn't tolerate the sound of the quiet. So he started to hum a little tune. But it felt awkward to start humming the certain tune so he stopped.

The man walked on the welcome mat inside the house. He was trembling violently and he knew they were there, somewhere in the shadows. Ready to attack him when his back was turned.

They whispered and they were sure they could take the old man, he looked weak enough.

The man put the lantern on the floor and withdrew his blood stained knife from his pocket and he held it up to shoulder level. His staff in his other hand, with sweat making it almost to hard to grab it properly.

The witches watched the knife. They were shaking, but at least had their fear under control. The man's knife was trembling in his hands. This was going to be an easy kill for the witches.

The closets one to the old man held her hand, the right, to her heart and muttered something indistinguishable. But no later had she said it, a blue little flame appeared.

The old man froze and gripped his staff even tighter, a new flow of blood came pouring down his arm. He took one step foreward, as if he didn't hear anything at all. But the second his left foot hit ground. He spun around and swung his staff. Making contact with the witch, she cried out and the old man's blood was flung at her. She screamed, as if touched by holy water or acid. She crumbled to the ground.

The Extinction of the Human Race {A very short stroy}

The shadows were dancing on the walls, growing taller and darker as the sun sank into the infinite sky. The cold blast of air from the south of the country moved in and he felt the cold wave hit. Seeing it ripple across the pond. Flicks of water came and made contact with his pale white skin. Like he really needed the water.

Death shivered as yet another wave of water and cold Arctic winds came into contact with his skin. The water particles on his cold white skin did not shine. No sun showed. Why should it, on this day?

He looked out into the distance to see all dead corpses laying dead on the ground. Their blank eyes starring back at him. Some looking at peace and some with torn up faces. The mushroom cloud was still hanging in the air.

He laid his head on the back of the wall. The sun now barely visible now against the darkening sky.

He sighed and cupped his hands together. His raven black hair now becoming one with the weakening sky. The back of his head -the hair- stood up in the back. His skin starting to glow now. Seeing the dead sun gone and the moonlight glancing off it. His eyes; not their fairy told black, but bright yellow. He wore all black.

His shirt was destroyed, and blood and pain oozed from the huge wound that came from the "death bomb". The glass shard the had caused this wound laid next to him. Not a single drop of blood on it.

Blue figures stood next to their corpses. He raised his head to look at the things. The one closets to him was a woman. She was crying at her dead body which looked peaceful. Death took a deep breath so the other figures could hear, "You are all dead. The human race is gone. Go to heaven now." Death looked at the woman, "I am so sorry Rebeka. I did not choose this."

The woman looked at him and fell to her knees. "Everybody please, go into the light. I know you see it." Death adressed everyone.

"You foul, evil, wretch! How could you betray us?" said the woman named Rebeka.

"I am so sorry. But i have to full-fill god's will." Death whispered.

"Acelin Adam! You bastard!" shouted a teenager. The name rang somewhere in Death's mind. "Wake up, Ace!" he yelled again.

Death froze in his spot. He was shaking. He did not want too. They had to leave now. The mask on his face was forming. Into a skull. "Leave! Please!" Death yelled.


"Those who will not leave Earth on Nightmares End will be sent to hell." the Devil had told him when he became Death.
When the sun dies from Earth's face. And my bomb falls. The world will become mine. You could've stopped it. But... The last words of the devil.

Death stood up. The mask on his face almost complete. "Three!" he yelled harshly! Wanting them to flee.

A circle was forming around him now. "Two!"

The souls were starting to leave.

Then a high ice cold rang from Death's mouth, "Now die!"
The world's ground broke and he stood floating above the world. The cries of the souls fell into hell.
Death shreiked.

You made your deal, Adam Ace. Now pay your toll! came a hot angry voice.

Bands of black fell from the boy and Adam fell. Screaming as he was dragged into hell.


The end of the human race is now over.

Deal of devil,
never follow,
just get swollowed,
fall hard like hammer on anvil.

What do you think? Please comment.

Chapter 0: Witch One, Sister or Mother {Part 1}

The Shreiks of horror that came from the house atop Mayfeild Hill rang all the way down into Wolf Fire Valley. The shreik of a woman stuck out more but the scream only reached the valley in a muffled whisper. The dark house that let out this blood crudling shreik, flashed bright white and than became even darker than before.

No sooner had the house had a burst of white light, a brass bell rang aloud through the valley and at that, at the foot of Old Mayfeild Hill stood an old man. Looking very wary and wan. His bones visible through his skin, his blood veins stood out, deep blue and pulsing. In his hand was a lantern which had a flame, deep blue.

The flame flickered from deepest blue to a dark blood red color when the old man took a step foreward. The old man grunted when the flame flickered. He laid the lantern on the ground. "Bloody Witches!" he grumbled.

The old man gropped in his pocket robes. But he kept his eyes upon the house watching to see any activity. His hand came to contact to what he was looking for and he pulled it out. He took off the strap and the flame light cuaght the figure and the old man put his finger to it. The soulte of a knife was thrown into focus as the man put it up to his arm.

The man hated these witches already, well the types. They are probably drunk. Blood magic could be smelled from here, with the sent of dead fish. Bone Magic lingered around here too, the smell of raw meat. But the old man knew, you fight the same thing head on. He cut a little hole in his arm and nothing came out for about two seconds till a wave of blood poured out. His skin was touren like tissue paper.

He put his arm down so the blood would flow to his fingers. He had to act quickley or all the blood will be loss from his body. The pillar to his right stood bright and bare. He went up to it and drew the star of david. Then a circle around it with runes around it.

He did to the left pillar and then he gave a low grunt and muttered under his breath, "Like to see those bitches get of that now." The whole house now had the star of David of the gates, which was impossible for witches to escape from. The star of david was said to capture dark feinds and those who preformed Chaos, Blood, and Bone magic. Those who enjoy the taste of human flesh and blood and raw meat. It isn't all vampires who drink blood. Those of pure evil drink the blood of a human and a god of death, to drink the blood of a child.



Red Light, get ready for a fight because you might die.
Blue light, tonight is a safe night.
Green Light, don't get cocky, death might come your way.
These are the colors of Calesor Magic. {Good Magic}

{Stay tuned! That was only one page on notebook paper. I have six more pages!}

Sorry.

People, this is not a story. I have been grounded for a while till my grades go back up.
I am so sorry the i haven't posted.
I am sorry that i am failing English. (i don't know how, really, i don't)
I am overall sorry.

An Old Story: For Nataly... Chapter IV: Going Out Tonight

She wore my clothes! Man, she needs to keep dressing as a dude.

I pictured her again and thought hard of Nataly wearing a ACDC shirt, with black boys pant and blue flames licking the pants in random spots.
It was to much. I started laughing outloud. The thought was… strange and hilliarios. Tears of laughter spilled out. I must have laughed-cried myself to sleep because in, what seemed to be seconds, I awoke with a loud crash. The sound of metal clashing with metal. It was like a bell the size of a human ringing inside.

I was shivering and I opened my eyes. Then wincing as the sunlight stabbed my eyes again. Curse you sun! “Good morning sleepy head! You ready to go spend the day with me, or with your pillow?” It wasn’t my mom. First of all my mom wouldn’t be that cheery and second, the voice was young and it was beautiful. I put one hand above my eyes so see the perseon standing in front of me.

Nataly. Man my mind was good, this is just another dumb dream. “Let me sleep.” I moaned into the pillow. The pillow was cold and that is what I liked. But I heard a sigh and I felt a hand on my shirt and I felt nails scratch my back. Then I was thrown out of bed. “Aww.” THUMP. I laid curled in a ball, looking a Nataly.

“Wake up, we have a whole day in front of us.” Nataly moaned. I struggled to my feet. Slipping on the sheet that was stangled around me. “I will wait outside of your door while you get dress and don’t go back to sleep, I don’t want to ring the pan again.” She whispered.

In her hand was a metal pan and a huge metal spoon. She walked away, dressed a skirt of pure white and a white tank top. Her green stripped hair was gone and was replaced by a pure chocalate like color, with a few highlights. In other words, she was…hot.

I walked out my door. Wearing a buttoned shirt of pure black with weird symbols all of over it in small font sized, in the color of grey. She looked at me from head to toe and then gave me a approved smile. When she smiled, my heart started pounding hard and I felt heat flush my face. She giggled and I blushed even harder. I let her walk down first. Had to be a gentleman. Then, halfway down the steps, she turned around and motioned for me to hurry up. I ran down the steps and jumped the last steps. I looked up to her. It felt ‘Promish’ to look at her, so beautiful and still giggling with laughter at the way I travled down stairs.

But instead of walking the rest of the way down, she hopped onto the bar of the stairs and slid down it, making a “Wee!” sound, something a little kid would do. I smirked at her. The I whispered, “good one.”

We slapped high fives and we walked out of the front room door. Not realsizing we set off the door alarm and that we awoke my mom and dad.

We were outside and we were walking down the street. I stopped and looked at her. “Where are we going to go?”

“Where are feet take us. This is our day and it will be one of our best.” She said, showing her nice brace face smile. I looked at her and somehow are hands snaked to each other and we were walking down the road to “where ever are feet take us.



This was the best thing about a Saturday. No school, free time and nice weather.

It was ten in the afternoon and Nataly and I sat in the middle of town square. In a grassy area near a old court. The court’s bell was chiming loudly and it reminded me when Nataly just woke me up about two hourse ago. She held her Rocky Road ice cream by the top of the cone, licking smoothly, enjoying the cold sensatation. I looked down at my almost finished mixed Vanilla and Chocalate ice cream. My waffle cone was almost gone. I apparently enjoyed a quick, chilling, brain feeze sensatition. Don’t ask why, brain freezes (to me) were fun to have. It makes my eyes pop out.

Nataly looked at me and sighed down at my low amount of ice cream. “Why do boys eat their food way to fast?” she asked curiously.

“You think I would know?” I said, shocked.

“Well you are a boy.” She in a matter fact way.

“I am quite aware that I am a boy and I have no idea. My reason is that I like the feel of your head becoming ice cold that it hurts.” I stated to her.

“Oh. How can anyone not like the brain freeze?”

“I just like it some how. How about you give it a try? I sware you will like it.”
She looked at me surprised then she took a huge bite of her ice cream. Then she seemed okay. Then she moaned and she handed me her ice cream. The put her hands to her forehead and started rubbing her temples. I chuckled and she threw me a dirty look. I laughed out loud and she shook her, seeming to get rid of the cold attack.

She wacked me behind the head and then she started laughing. Then she stopped. She looked at me and said, “Hey, I started laughing and the brain freeze stopped.”

“You have to think ‘mind over matter’ or do something else. Like laughing.” I humored. Then she laughed out loud and we both started laughing.

We laid our heads on the great lawn and I pulled out my ipod. I motioned my ear phone to her and she grabbed it. She slipped it into her ear. I flipped through the playlist. I stopped at Coldpaly: Viva La Vida. I clicked play and it started playing. I put the ear piece in my ear and the sound of music engulfed me. Nataly seemed to like because she was making her foot tap and I heard her singing along to the song but very quietly.

This was almost perfect. The weather, the ice cream, the music, Nataly, the shade of the tree behind us. I sighed and looked up at the sky hen back to Nataly. Her bright, saphaire eyes were looking at me and she blinked and sighed. Chocalate, Vanilla, and Rocky Road collided and the next thing I knew was the I was listening to the end of Viva La Vida and my lips were touching hers. It was a strange feeling.

I guess because I was used to the old lady across my street giving me a peck on the cheek and sometimes on the lips or was it that I wasn’t forcing it. I pulled away from her. The kiss must have been days or months because the song Hey Hey was on, by Superchicks. She looked at me and we stood up and we walked off to the closest store. Hoping the rest of the day shows off.

The town square was small as in not even a mile wide and acrss. They had mini malls named Mini Mall I and II. Two completely different stores. Nataly and I walked into the first mini mall, hoping to find something cute or cool. I looked up and down the shelves and she was behind me, holding my hand and gasping every few seconds that she came acorss a Rebel like object.

We looked for about ten mintues then we walked into the kidish section. There was stuff from baby cribs to video games like Nintendo 64 and the first version of Nintendo game system. They were marked both fifteen dollars and if you got both of them you can have them for twenty dollars flat. There wasn’t anything I wanted but I saw Nataly pick up a gituar that had a price tag on it. It was ninety percent off.

The oringal price read eight hundred and thirty five dollars. There was big slash across the number and below it read: eighty three dollars and fifty cents. I looked at her and she pleaded with a puppy dog face.

I sighed and nodded and she ran over to me and kissed my cheek. I pulled out my wallet to check how much I had. There was only six twenties. I sighed and pulled five twenties out. This meant I had to go over to Ms. McNeil after this to work for her.

Nataly twanged the gituar and it sounded as if angles of rock came from it. She smiled and she said excitedly, “It sounds wonderful!”

“It does. Can you play any good songs? Like Iron Man or Wanted Dead or Alive?”

“No. But I know how to play Smoke on the Water and American Idoit.”

“Sweet.” I said happily.

We walked up to the clerk. A man in his twenties and with red hair growing from his chin. He looked at me and then he looked at Nataly. Then he looked at the price tag.

He motioned for the gituar lazily and Nataly handed it over. The clerk, his name tag read Seth, picked up a sharpie and wrote on the back. 100% off clearence. He motioned me out and then gave it back to Nataly.

I was stunned and Nataly seemed to be jumping off of the world with joy when we got out of the store. She pulled back the strap that was tapped the back of the gituar and pulled it around her. The strap had little skulls all over it in deep red and it had on the back (it just had to have it) the words “Rebel Rocker”.

She pulled me over to the next Mini Mart and we walked in there. But before we entered, Nataly looked at me, kissed me and then said, “maybe they might have a gituar for you too?”

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 5: Being Shot, They Pay the Price!

My legs were burning, the truck was coming closer. The roar was growing and it was the only thing making me run harder. The bag had really slowed me down.

I chance a glance behind me and saw the car about a football field's length away from me and gaining. Sweat was falling from my face too fast. Like rain from the sky.

The roar of an engine and a honk sounded and i was thrown into the air, a sharp pain in my back. The sensation of flying was great, then i made contact with ground. But this wasn't ground.

*BANG!* A blast sounded and my leg was full biting sharp burst of agony. I screamed! There was another blast and there was an sound of bullets of metal. I touched my leg and hissed in agony. I looked at my hand, it was mostly covered with blood. I leaned against the side of the truck and looked at my leg. It was a big blob of red goo spilling out.

I grabbed the gun that had fired. I looked at it. I unloaded it. The one thing that was on mine was that i hoped that the bullets that sunk into my leg were lead.
-No Lead.

I sighed, but all that came out was a hiss and a groan. I tried to stand up, but a harsh wave of blood and pain swept over the shot leg and into my spinal cord. The pain was unbearable. Why do people make guns when they so fucking hurt!

I punched the tailgate down and i slid pass the it. I sort of fell to the ground when i reached the end of the gate. I grasped the side and tried to move.

Then truck gone to a complete stop and the hell prisoners were whooping and doing little happy dances. Probably saying, "Ya, we killed we a kid because we are so damn drunk!"

I went around near the driver's side. I looked back in the truck. The gun was still there and i could use it for support. Persuading support. I groped for it and i grabbed the butt of the gun. My finger immediately went over to the safety-
FYI: Safety, ninety percent of the time, they will work.
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I tapped the driver's door and i heard a yell of fear.

My back was hurting from where i was struck, and i was feeling dizzy. I was swaying left to right but i kept my eye on the prize.
"Get out the car Asshole. Or i swear to god i will blow your head!" I said with pain, anger, and as icy i could make it. They deserved to die, here and now.

I heard the click of seat belts moving and i saw the other moving around.
"Don't you dare, keeping the gun pointed at the driver and my eyes on the person moving slowly around. Ready to tackle me. "Get your ass on the ground now!"

I was still shocked that i was still standing.
They fell to the ground.
"Throw me the keys, NOW!" i shrieked at them.

I saw the keys fly into the air. I reached out my right hand and grabbed them. I opened the car door. I turned on the engine. It roared to life.

Things were losing focus for me. I had to get home fast. I pulled out. I had never driven a car. Unless you count those arcade games.

I heard in the distance the sound of police cars.
Goodbye, school. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Bastards!
{Chapter 6 coming soon}

Quote for the story: The person who strikes first never gets caught. The second will always be caught.

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 4: After Freedom

I was finally free, but i felt... lonely.

I was halfway home and yet , i have had a huge target on my back . Collage drop outs think it is really funny to try and hit a stray kid. I was flushed in the face and body reeked of the smell of sweat. I guess it was a great thing that i got water at school. If i hadn't , i would probably have to reduced to drink my own urine (which is the best thing to drink if you have no water an no other liquid.) and don't think "Eww!" as i just explained, it is dead helpful. But... nasty taste.

Would you rather die or drink your own urine if you knew that you were about to die and not very far away from a place were water is always there? Yeah urine would be best. (Sorry, talking about it is kind of freaking me.)

I had to stick close to the highway to navigate my way home. But i was sure i had made one mile, being on the track team and running five miles everyday. My house was three miles away and yet i have been out of school for one hour. Ugh. This was going to take forever!

I arms were hurting from the weight of the bag. I stopped to relax. Why did this have to happen. I barely even remembered why i left school. What was everyone i left behind thinking of at this time? Probably, Where's Buddy?

I took off the bag and laid it one the ground. Then i sat on it. It wasn't cozy like furniture from Lazy-Boy or Rooms-To-Go. But it was still something. I felt what i was sitting on. It was regtangular and hard.

I pulled the bag out from under me and reached in to what i was sitting on. My hand made contact with the object and i pulled it out.

It was (it always was) a book. Richard's book. A stab of pain hit me and without even forcing it. A tear fell from my face. Or maybe it was just sweat.
I opened the book to the first page and in ink was signed "Dear Richard, Hope you enjoy my book and beware of Dark World. H.J. Ralles."

Here in my hands was proof that richard did live.

I bent my head shaking. There was a whoosh! Then a breaking of glass and some liquid made contact with my face. I looked ahead of me and saw a broken beer bottle. I looked around for the scource. A car was near me and a man rolled down his window.

He must be in his seventeens or something like that. But he was grinning and luaghing. I looked at him with confussion and words came from the Drivers side and the driver's head popped out of the sun roof.

"Ronnie? Did you get him? Did you hit the runaway?" he asked with amusment in his voice.

They were trying to hit me? Why?

"No! You move the car to fast! How am i suppose to hit him at sixity miles per hour?" said the guy Ronnie, anger in his voice.

"I was driving only thirty-five! So don't yell at me!" snapped the driver.

I picked up a rock from the ground. I stood up, anger filling my veins. Being hit by cars was one thing but beer bottles? They are dead!

The driver and his buddy didn't miss my movements and i heard the guy named Ronnie yell to his friend to "MOVE!" and the car roared to life.
I took aim. Then chucked it. I turned around before i heard the sound of glass breaking and shreiks of anger peirce the air.

I looked around and saw the truck turn around and seem to charge at me.
"Oh shit! Son of a Bitch!" i groaned.

I ran with book and instrument in my hand. Leaving the bag behind.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part IV

V is four right? I forgot, thanks Kyle. I fixed it lol

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I showed the brothers around. Skylar kept to himself but Skye was all talk. I studied their schedules, they had all my classes. Scary... and suspicious. I showed them the cafeteria, the locker rooms, the library, their lockers, and the patio outside.

It only took twenty minutes really. The thing that took up most our time was the stairs. Skye complain "This is impractical! I can't possible do this all week. Skylar didn't complain, he seemed to be wrapped up his world or just memorizing all the classes and halls. I couldn't tell, it was just a strange look in his eyes.

"Were going back to P.E?" Skylar asked, he's back with us. I nodded and shoved them both into the nearest empty class. "Wha-" Skye started as he fell onto his hands. I locked the door behind us and raised a hand to my mouth, silencing him.

Synile was here. Somewhere. Everywhere, if possible. The class lights blinked on and off before shutting off completely. I went down on my knees and crawled towards the two suprised boys. "Stay very... very quiet." I hissed.

Something grabbed me and hauled me back onto my feet. I let out a squeal as I was slammed into the wall... again. Synile must enjoy slamming innocent people into walls repeatedly to annoy them.

I heard one of the boy gasp, Skye probably. I was half knocked out when the lights turned on and I saw Skye looming over me with a worried expression and Skylar lunging towards Synile.

Knew those boys were different.

I woke up in the nurses office. Skylar was there. I couldn't see Skye. "What happened?" I grunted and sat up, more appropriately tried. "I don't know. You fainted when your head hit the board." He lied.

I couldn't remember anything before. Classroom, crawling, and bang. Thats all I remembered. "Oh, okay. Where's Skye?"

"Went to class to tell what happened. Nurse let me stay since I already missed halfed the day here." He answered leaning back on his comfortable looking chair. "Sorry about that, you didn't have to." I answered back, honestly.

He looked me straight in the eyes, "I know. But Skye would kill me if I let our 'cute tour guide' alone in the 'evil nurses lair'. He also used bigger words I can't seem to remember." He grinned. I laughed.

They're not that bad.

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Not very long...

Lions go RAWR! Well I'm bored. :p Byez~

Marely and Me

I know this isn't a story, but this is a good book and it is being put into a movie.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part III

Study hall finished and we all meet up again for P.E. Jenny and I went to the girls locker room and the boys went to theirs. Jenny kept sending me worried glances the whole time. I slipped on a loose tshirt and the basketball shorts I bought for myself. Jenny was dressed similar but her shorts were bright purple and mine were bright blue.

The boys were already on the bleachers with other students. I saw the french exchange student I helped out last year their being bullied and swiftly made my way over. Jenny smiled and made her way to the boys were looking at me weirdly.

"Hey guy! What's going on?" I grinned placing my hand on the closest boy, Keno Garcia, a kid in my social studies class. I recongized the taller boy as Greg Rodgers, the goaly for the boys soccer team. Greg groaned "Nothin Jack. Nothing at all. Were just helping Michelle with her english, right babe?"

Michelle looked pleadingly at me and nodded. I kneed Greg and pushed him into Keno. They tumbled onto the floor. "What have I told you two? In this school, it's all good. We all are friends. Got it?"

They stayed silent and got themselves up before turning away and jogging towards their friends. I put my hand around Michelle "You ok Mich?"

"Yes, oui. Merci Jacky. Thank you!" she mumbled half her words coming out in french. I giggled and she grinned. "So! Salut Jack! Ca va? How you doing today?"

"Pas mal! Not bad at all. Your english is getting better. How come you haven't been in this class before?" I asked smiling and walking us toward the others. "Ah, I transfered. I could not take technologi. It was dificultt."

"Haha, yes it is." I answered. I had technology and hated it. Jenny saw us first. "Michelly! Comment ca va?" she practiced the phrase of how are you that I taught her. Michelle giggled.

"Comme ci comme ca. So-so. Et toi? And you?" she answered. I let them french-english chat. Brian threw his head back "Jackie... I'm bored... when's the teach-"

Mr. Roca walked in on the second. He was a buff built dude, people called him Mr. Steroids. He chewed loudly on his gum too. I thought it was more annoying than a girly scream.

He grunted "Alright twerps. Listen up, today a mile for each of you. After were playing dodge ball got it?" Everyone groaned, I sighed. Mr. Roca called me up, Jack Night! Get your butt over here!"

I was groaning, thinking he was going to make me run an extra mile for what happened last week. I accidentally threw the bat at his head while batting on the baseball field. I walked up to him when I noticed the two shadow behind him.

"Jack, this is Skylar and Skye Deviant. I want you to show 'em around, or you'll be running all period... and the next." He walked of leaving me with the two strangers. I let out a sigh and turned to them.

First thing I noticed was that they were twins. Skye was about my height, just a few centimeters shorter than my five feet seven inches. Skylar was taller, about six feet maybe, and skinny. Suprising on how boys grow so tall when they're fourteen-sixteen. Shockly really.

What was even more weird, was they're hair colors. Skye's was an amazing bright green and short, his eyes were redish brown. . Skylar's was red and his eyes was the same color of his brothers hair.

Skye grinned "Hi! I'm Skye. S-K-Y-E. Deviant. D-E-V-I-A-N-T. I'm Fifteen. Your Jack right. That what Mr. Buff said. Jack. Is it short for Jacky? Or Jack with ie added at the end. My favorite colors green." I have never met a boy with talked like he did. He talked fast and with a quirky grin too. I decided I liked him.

Cute, quirky, and happy. "Charmed. I'm Jackie, with i-e but please do called me Jack. Mr. Buff, yes, he doesn't like me much. My favorite color's blue." I shared his quirky grin. When his eyes lit up, I knew he was happy. He probably wasn't understood in his old school or something, but I had this link in which I can understand all kinds of people.

His brother held out his hand "I'm Skylar. Just Skylar, no nicknames. I'm less quirky than Skye but my ego's bigger." he gave a smirk and I laughed. "Charmed."

Something about these two made me like them. A sudden connection. Like if they knew something, a dark secret but I still was drawn to them.

Oh bleh.

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Whee. Jackie's meeting up with her resistance characters o.o interesting.

I love Skye! In my mind he's like a little kid whos a good speller and likes word. Completely charming. Skylar's straightforward like his twin, but he's alot more calmer. And knows less words.

Just so you know what they boys look like:

Skye:


Skylar:


Skye looks like a girl... but its the closest to what I imagined.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part II

The morning went by like a blur. It wasn't as boring as I expected, Danny and Jenny kept me laughing and Brian kept making really bad jokes. Lunch got interesting.

Ash was drinking his milk and Brian makes another not so funny joke. Milk came out of Ashs' nose and he was laughing hysterically. Danny glared at Brian "Now you've done it. You finally made him snap. You just had to..."

Jenny and I looked at each other and laughed. Lunch went on and study hall was next. Only me and Ash had it together. Jenny went off to drama, Brian went to woodworks, and Danny skipped his technology class and came with us. His teacher wasn't there anyways.

Jen and I walked straight to the back, to our table and Danny followed along. Danny slid into the chair in front of us and took out his science binder. Jen did the same, and they started on their homeroom. I finished in class.

I zoned out suddenly. Synile appeared in my daydream.
Oh, hell no.

I groaned in frustration as he... floated/walked towards me. His hand flew out and grabbed my neck. "I told you, were everywhere."

He hissed and I was once and tossed against a wall. If he was going to kill why can't he just do it now, not just keep throwing me around. I growled as my already bruised shoulder slammed into the wall.

I got up again and looked around for a weapon. Not finding any, I knew I'd have to use my fists. "I'm just having fun Jackie-kins" he chuckled darkly "I'll see you done with later on. I just want to see how strong you are..."

I swinged my fist forward. Instead of connecting it with a jaw, I fell forward. It was like he wasn't there.

My head smacked onto the table and I sat up. Jenny and Danny shared a look and glance at me "Are you okay Jack?" Jenny asked first. Danny tilted his head, he does that when he thinks "And how'd you get that mark on your neck?"

I raised my hand to my neck and found the place where Synile grabbed me. "Er.. I don't know. And jen? I'm great, just... sleepy."

Oh just perfect. Now my nightmares are becoming reality.

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Short. Sorry. Tired.

Bye

Tick Tock Bang,
Cherrybomb

{Buddy Ledwidge's Tale} Chapter 4: First day of Freedom

I was finally free, but i felt... lonely.

I was halfway home and yet , i have had a huge target on my back . Collage drop outs think it is really funny to try and hit a stray kid. I was flushed in the face and body reeked of the smell of sweat. I guess it was a great thing that i got water at school. If i hadn't , i would probably have to reduced to drink my own urine (which is the best thing to drink if you have no water an no other liquid.) and don't think "Eww!" as i just explained, it is dead helpful. But... nasty taste.

Would you rather die or drink your own urine if you knew that you were about to die and not very far away from a place were water is always there? Yeah urine would be best. (Sorry, talking about it is kind of freaking me.)

I had to stick close to the highway to navigate my way home. But i was sure i had made one mile, being on the track team and running five miles everyday. My house was three miles away and yet i have been out of school for one hour. Ugh. This was going to take forever!

I arms were hurting from the weight of the bag. I stopped to relax. Why did this have to happen. I barely even remembered why i left school. What was everyone i left behind thinking of at this time? Probably, Where's Buddy?

I took off the bag and laid it one the ground. Then i sat on it. It wasn't cozy like furniture from Lazy-Boy or Rooms-To-Go. But it was still something. I felt what i was sitting on. It was regtangular and hard.

I pulled the bag out from under me and reached in to what i was sitting on. My hand made contact with the object and i pulled it out.

It was (it always was) a book. Richard's book. A stab of pain hit me and without even forcing it. A tear fell from my face. Or maybe it was just sweat.
I opened the book to the first page and in ink was signed "Dear Richard, Hope you enjoy my book and beware of Dark World. H.J. Ralles."

Here in my hands was proof that richard did live.

I bent my head shaking. There was a whoosh! Then a breaking of glass and some liquid made contact with my face. I looked ahead of me and saw a broken beer bottle. I looked around for the scource. A car was near me and a man rolled down his window.

He must be in his seventeens or something like that. But he was grinning and luaghing. I looked at him with confussion and words came from the Drivers side and the driver's head popped out of the sun roof.

"Ronnie? Did you get him? Did you hit the runaway?" he asked with amusment in his voice.

They were trying to hit me? Why?

"No! You move the car to fast! How am i suppose to hit him at sixity miles per hour?" said the guy Ronnie, anger in his voice.

"I was driving only thirty-five! So don't yell at me!" snapped the driver.

I picked up a rock from the ground. I stood up, anger filling my veins. Being hit by cars was one thing but beer bottles? They are dead!

The driver and his buddy didn't miss my movements and i heard the guy named Ronnie yell to his friend to "MOVE!" and the car roared to life.
I took aim. Then chucked it. I turned around before i heard the sound of glass breaking and shreiks of anger peirce the air.

I looked around and saw the truck turn around and seem to charge at me.
"Oh shit! Son of a Bitch!" i groaned.

I ran with book and instrument in my hand. Leaving the bag behind.

{Wait later for more!}

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 3: Escaping.

It took days, maybe even years for me and the other at school to get over the death of Richard. We still felt the pain when we didn't see him on the court or the field. But that was over, we needed to get back to reality.

I was sitting in the front row of Mr. Hilley's band class. I held the bright and feather like flute in my hand. Seeing the Whites of my knuckles. I was starring at the piece of music blankly. It was called Kinetic Energy, by: Larry Clark.

Hilley raised his hands and i was one measure late, no realizing that we had started.
It was long and kind of tricky but overall easy.
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I snapped my instrument back in it's case. Hearing the locks click into place. I closed the binder on the stand and picked it up. I walked past the front row and reached the lockers that where on the west side of the band hall. I opened the lock and pushed my band items into small locker. I cosed the small door and locked it all up.

I rubbed my hair and scratched it. Sighing. School seems to be longer. I grabbed the bag outside the band hall, that was mine, and walked off to science. But did i want to go to science? It wouldn't be the same. Seeing the empty seat in front of me. I can't take this any longer. I need to get out.

I walked past the science teacher and she grabbed my arm. I shrugged her off. And said lamely, "I will be right back, bathroom."

She nodded her head and i kept on walking. I passed the bathroom, i was about to leave for good. But i had to make this quick. Already, my pulse was running. Sweat was just now forming and adrenaline was coursing through my body. I stopped at a water fountain. I bent my head over the water spout. I pushed the little button on the side. Water shot out and i caught it in my mouth. I took 10 large gulps of water. Then splash water onto my face.

I pushed myself away from the computer and kept on walking. I knew where to go to escape, it would be just like the times i ditched classes but this time, i would be running and never come back. Leaving everything i new behind me; my girlfriend, my parents, everything. I just needed a few things from my house.

I walked back to the band hall, i was scarred and i didn't know why. "I ditched class before." i kept telling myself.

I passed the high school hallway and turned right into what will be my biggest escape. I opened the band hall doors. Then sprinted the locker room. If i was going to need money, then selling the flute will help me. I turned the lock number to 17. I always kept my combination one number away. {25-27-17}

I looked out from the locker room, no one was here. I counted to three and ran to the door. I ran into it and it flew open. I was out. I ran, book bag banging aganist instrument hanging in my hand.

I ran hard up into the woody area of the school yard. I jumped the low fence and kept running. I was on the road now, passing the fence was the gateway to a open feild and a road.

I was free.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part I

Okay! Hi! Nat here. I'm just going to post my version of Kyle's story so far. Maybe I'll continue it but lets just see what happens.

-x-

Sleep. Its addictive. I'm hooked on it. I never want to wake up.
Hint: the reason I'm always late.

But now. I'm not so addicted. Nightmares. That it. That all I dream. A hooded creature, kinda like the dementors from Harry Potter. And for the first time in fourteen years, I'm scared of sleeping. I stay up as late as I can, and wake up as early as I can.

I hate it

I came to have named the monster. Synile. Don't ask where I got it, it came from my dream...

One night, I was drifting off and fell asleep. It was when it all started. I was in a dark room. The only emotion was scared. Synile, the hooded creature appeared. At that time I didn't know his name.

"Who- who the hell are you?"

Laughter. It was laughing at my fear. "Nobody" it hissed and grabbed my arm. I would've screamed but I was caught in the moment. Its grip tightened and I hissed back.

You know, you have control of your dreams. Whatever you want to happen, happens. I wished the creature to banish from my nightmare. It merely laughed.

"In this nightmare girly, we control you. You can't make us disappear. We're everywhere. In the future we're taking over. All we have to do. Is kill the resistance."

I sunk back as far as I could. I had no idea what it was talking about. The resistance? "What- what's resistance? I don't know what your talking about."

It threw me against the wall. I winced as my shoulder popped. It growled "The resistance. Tha group who keep the world from being taken over by us. Your one of them In the future. Now, your as hopeless as a new born baby, thats how were targeting you all. Now is better than later."

I growled. I didn't like being hopeless. I did what my cousin taught me to do, when I popped my shoulder last time. It popped back into place. Took me a longer than expected, but when I finally stood up, I walked right up him. I stared into the emptyness in the hood.

"Your not going to kill me. Or the resistance. If what you say is true, you'll never defeat us." I hissed. It raised its hand and...

I woke up. My cat scratched my cheek and I hissed "Get of me Nyte!" She meowed as if I insulted her and pranced off. I fell back onto bed and sighed. Glancing at the alarm clock I cursed.

I was late to school.

I changed at the speed of light and ran downstairs. My mom was eating cereal and she rolled her eyes at me. I caught the apple she threw and threw her a sheepish grin "Bye mom!"

I bolted out the down and down the street, I almost hit a car. I need a bike or skates I thought. I was two blocks away from my school when I stopped at the book store.

When I balance school and books my results: School< style="font-style: italic;">Boys. I waved and walked out before I started running. I was almost to school when the late bell rang. I cursed, and saw the security closing the gate. I bolted by them and heard them yelling. I made it too homeroom before the teacher called me.

"Jackie Nyte?" Mrs. Crysh called. I raised my hand and called out " here"

I sank back into my seat, glad I made it on time. Danny chuckled with Brian until I glared. They coughed and Ash laughed. "Nice safe Jack. You made right on time with your chocolate hair crazy, real proper."

"Shut up!" I pouted and smoothed my hair back into a neater ponytail. Danny helped me, I thought he was gay until I meet his girlfriend Jenny. I was planning on telling them about the nightmare, but gut feeling told me not too.

I'll probably get locked up in the loony bin or something.

-x-

I have no idea where its going. But this is my resistance character. lol

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 2: Grieveing of a Death

I was back in the hallways of school. Being pushed from side to side. Hearing voices grow louder and softer every step i took. Whispers and conversatitions crossed my ears. I shook my head, feeling dizzy. I heard my name somewhere but i ignored the voice and kept walking. Heading for my next class.

Teachers greeted me and the other students. They yelled across the hallways. I looked ahead of me. This isn't the normal school day. The kids looked pale, drowsy, and upset.

9/11 had passed two days ago and yet i never knew that it would cuase a toll like this. I stared bleakly, not caring what i hit or who passed as long as i got to my next class.

Kids, teenagers, adults. We aren't all the same. We have different feelings. Are feelings have levels. Kids: We take are emotions into our hands and into our words. We brake down when we hurt from the force of action that were put upon us.
Teenagers: We use are body to show off how we truely feel. With the curl of a fist to show hatred or the bow of the head as the arms shake.
Adults: Show the way they act in words, either sadness or hatred. They will not use force unless needed. They pour what they feel and share it to others. To let go.

I got to my class, feeling everyone fall quite. I looked at the girls. They were holding each other. As if they were about to be let go forever.

I looked at the guys. They had tears fall from their eyes. Curling and unclinching their fists. Shaking.

My teacher was there. Looking pale as a ghost. Not moving. A tear forming and falling from her chin.


I tapped of the shoulder of Ashely Clearsky.
She turned around and put her arms around me, crying on my shoulder. What was going on here?

"What is wrong Ashely?" I whispered in her ear.
She stopped shaking and looked into my face. Her eyes were red and puffy and tears seemed to fall to fast from her beautiful face.
"Richard, he's gone." she said and her voice break.
I looked around, Richard wasn't here.
"Where is he?" i asked harshly but had worry roll into it.
"He's dead. He-died-from-a-car-crash." she mummbled in a shakey voice.

My friend, gone? How? No!

My body went numb.

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The day was not welcoming. I didn't look up from the ground. I shook the whole time. Feeling my body about colaspe.

The teachers left early. We were left with subs and we didn't work when we were told. The teachers came back at the end of school, in all black.

It was like the world had just ended.
Maybe it had. It is not everyday you find out that your very friend had just died.

"I hug your parents everyday, tell them that you loved them. Smile to your friends and try to make the best of the days. Tell the one you love that you tuely love them before you die."

The world was collasping on itself. We can't be saved. But we can live our life to the fullest.

Live like you are about to die, Love the people who care to you and the ones you know, Luagh everyday to make have the best day.

2. Christmas time is here {Part 3}

I was down stairs now sipping on a regular coke, watching the television mindlessly. My sister Crsty in the kitchen, moaning and complaining how the bacon grease was spitting at her and burning her. I was in the Living Room and watching Corey in the House, smelling the bacon and the six foot tall Pine/Christmas Tree. The smell of the pine needles and bacon was pretty cozy.

I heard the splash of bacon hitting grease and whine of Crsty being hit by the grease. Stupid Crsty. I laughed in my head.

It was the perfect scheme, laughing at the Television but really laughing at Crsty. Genius. I laughed hard enough for her to hear me while I laughed at the TV.
The screen of the TV changed and it went to commercial and it was showing Channel No. 5. I thought I would get you.

The tree beside me was spotted with bright colors of blue, yellow, green, purple, red. It was, pretty and pimped out with all of my drawings.

It was cold, the air here. I guess you could call that winter. Well of course, it is Christmas Eve. I walked forward, shivering. Hold cold was it right now?

I walked over to the kitchen, and then I felt warmth seep into me as I drew closer to my sister.

She looked over her shoulder and scowled at me. I smirked. She grabbed a tea spoon and scooped a full to the brim spoon and flung the liquid at me. I ducked and I heard it sizzle as it made contact with the cold tile.

I drew up close to the window, a place were Crsty wouldn’t dare through at the window, fearing of a miss. Right here was pretty nice because the smell of bacon was more powerful.

I touched the window while I was over and my hand was stuck for a few seconds. My hand was white and then it turned red raw. Some of my skin was missing and I groaned as I touched the torn skin area. It was way to cold to take my dog to go pee. My dog’s name was Shocker; of course she was shockingly beautiful. Well trained and the best part, Shocker hates, no, loathes Crsty. Aw, a dog who actually understands me.

My dad and I were always procrastinators, it was in our blood. What still amazed me was that he was able to get into Stanford Collage! He needs help remembering to get presents or that it is his wedding celebration. Toady, we were on our way over to best buy.

I was in his Smart car which was slightly, too small for me. Yeah you stack a five foot, eleven foot boy in a small car… yeah, not very cozy.

{More stuff coming your way so stay tuned!}

Letter to Jon Theall of 2009

Dear Jon Theall,
This is me, you in the “future”. During this year you will be attacked by a leach named Synile. You will visit him in your dreams. I am warning you, don’t fall into his grasp or everything I and the resistant have worked will become worse. Don’t let the virus spread to you and your friends.

Your friends will become your enemy if you fall down to Synile. Whatever you, don’t let him get to you. For now we are safe, but you are not. I can not protect due to the law Tech-Send. If I come to your time, you will die the second I come. So I send this letter of warning.

Protect Alexis. Don’t ever leave her! You will find out soon enough. She is weapon to defeat this enemy of the mind. Pure of all minds is not the sin of women but of the men,

We are holding them at bay, but they have sent virus to take you done at a young age.

Please take me seriously. Your life depends on it. And so does me and the world.

P.S. To prove that this is a true letter, Synile will come to you on Christmas Eve and will try taking you out. Keep your sister close. You will regret it.

Jon Theall 2019

2. Christmas Time is Here {Part 2}{Very short}

"Yeah so, what if I do like her. I don't care if you tell mom, I can care less."
I said, knowing that she was going to use that info to black mail me.
She gapped at me them without warning, stormed out of the room, whispering and muttering for what seemed to be swears and/or threats. And she said I shouldn’t’ cuss.

I knew I was going to win my argument with her, I always did. I only lost if her friend, Gabby Newton, stepped in and defended her.

I looked down at my toes, ten toes. I pulled my hands out in front of me. Ten fingers. Brain? Check! I am all here. Now why did I just do that? To make sure I was still here and not still in that dream. I looked down at my feet were the chains had cut into my feet. I looked closely at my right and I saw a feint white looking line. I looked at my other foot. Same side. It wasn’t joking, it would kill. On my feet were scars.

But from what IT said still got on my nerves, “Goodbye, King of Imagination,” and “Ruler of the World.” I don’t know how to rule the world, heck I can’t even keep my own room clean. Then the last part, “The resistant s will fall at my mercy.”
Who were the resistant?

I shook my head. It was a dream. Explain the cuts on your damn feet! I told myself. IT WAS JUST ANOHTER STUPID FREAKY, SCARY, STUPID NIGHTMARE!

{Other Story} 1. Stupid Sellers!

My eyes lay shut, my heart beating slowly as i lay there at the base of the school willow tree. The wind swept through my brown/Dirty blond hair, leaves of the tree tickled my round non-stressed face. This was the life of course. Ditching History class and sitting next to the only non-graffiti tree. Listening to the wings of the Bee's flutter by me and the wind whistling through the grass.
If some regular person was reading this situation from a book, that one paragraph might have that person thinking, "Sacturary."

I opened my eyes slowly, brushing away the sand from my eye that had formed. I looked out in front of me. My eyes fell upon a little pond. A water fountain spewing from a PFC pipe. The water was a bright brown. I saw a fish take a small little jump and i grinned. Truly, watching a fish jump out of water to catch a fly was pretty cool.

Beyond the small pond stood the backside of a Middle School. It was the usual tanish color and with a latter or two on the back, reaching high to the top of the school roof. I had once climbed one of the ladders to see a bird's eye view of the school football field and the pond. But was nearly caught.

I felt a buzz on my back pocket and i jumped. I was in school and cell phones were band from the grounds of the school, unless it was an emergency.
I reached back and felt the phone buzz again. Then music poured from my back pocket and the beautiful, quite sound of the world was gone.
"Yes I'm white n' nerdy, course i am white n' nerd!"
I grabbed my MP3 Walker, orange and black colored and looked at the caller ID,: Verizon Wireless Comp.

I sighed, i wanted this to be a quite day and having people who made no since over the phone from Verizon wasn't going to make my day quite. I took a deep breath.
My friend had taught me a joke on how to make a sells person not happy. Buying acting like a "dumb" blond girl did. "Like in those movies you know, like Legally Blond." he told me.

I opened my phone and started off this bad boy thing like anyone else would, "Hello?"
"Good morning, sir. We probably know you love your At&T service, but we are offering a deal for a Mortal Razor for only $10.00 per month." came that annoying japenesse like voice.
"What? I won a free Mortal Razor, for $10.00 a month! That's awsome! Screw At&T!"
"No sir, we are not selling an Razor for ten dollars."
"That is what you said, 'I can have a free razor!'" I replied
"Sir!"
"No you listen to me moron! I am in freaking school right now! Do you think i want to buy a cell phone when i have a perfectly good one? Of course not!" I yelled into the reciever.

I knew i could of just "No, sorry, not at all intrseted." But it seemed funny.
People are being stupid these days. Did they not know that you don't buy stuff over the phone. You buy stuff off Ebay or 'Front and Center.'.

I layed my head back aganist the tree trunk and closed my eyes once more. Today feels like a good day, but today isn't a good day. It's a sad day. Today is 9/11 day.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my watch.
In just a few hours, 7 years ago, the towers would fall. And thousand's of lives would be lost.

(That's it)

2. Christmas Time is Here {Part 1}

I awoke shaking way out of control. The hands that were on me were cold and i froze still. Then yelled, "No! You bastard!"
I threw my hands out and groped for his neck. The thing. The hands flew right off me and i felt sharp pain against my cheek. *SLAP* "Keep your voice down Jon!" said a quiet, angry voice. I brought my hands back and looked into my sister's face, Cristy. I snarled at her and she slapped me again.
Note: If your going to hit someone, just punch them, slapping is kind of weak.
I ripped off the covers, ready to scare her to death. But she again slapped me. "Stop slapping me damn it!"
*SMACK!*
"Don't cuss Jon." she said in a happy voice.
"Your really getting a 'kick' out of this, aren't you." i hissed at her and brought my foot up and pushed her backwards with my toes.
She threw her finger to her lips to silence me. Then she pointed to the ground and i understood. 'Don't wake the adults.'
Then she grabbed from my desk my snoopy calendor and threw it right at me. I looked at her and looked down at the calendor. Circled at the bottom was "24, Christmas EVE"
I growled at her and threw the calendor back up on my desk.
"You woke me to say that it was Christmas EVE!?"
"Yep." she said cheerfully. That ticked me off.
"You-" But i was cut off by Crsty.
"I'll tell mom if you say anymore swear words." she said smuggly.
Why did sister's do that? Always following "mommy's" rules and all of that retarded stuff. Why Crsty have to be older than me by one year? Why am i asking these easy questions?
"Go away you piss off, i was having a good dream."
"Lier!" she snapped. I froze.

"What?" I asked.
"I heard you yelling from my room. You kept saying, 'No! No! No!' and," she stopped and giggled the last part out, "You-love-Alexis!"
I grabbed a pen on my bed stand and chucked it at her. It missed and the ink splatterd all over the wall.
"Smooth." she said in a coolish voice. Something a friend would say. But she was the devil in human form, all older sibling are evil!
"Yeah so, what if i do like her. I don't care if you tell mom, i can care less."
i said, knowing that she was going to use that info to black mail me.

Chapter 1 Nightmares

"No! Not that! No!"
My eye lids flew open. My heart hurt. The beating of it caused me so much pain Cold sweat was all over me. I put my finger to my neck. Feeling thirty-two beats in just the fifteen seconds. My fan, that was right above me, chilling me. I was shaking all over in my bed.
Those white hands, cold, dead looking hands, reaching out and grabbing my throat and whispering the five most deadliest words i have ever heard, "It is time to die boy." The voice from that speaker with his hands on my throat, was low and as cold as his hands. The thing's breath smelled of decay and ice.
The sweat, that had formed at my ear, fell from my sideburns and onto my shoulder blade. Piercing my hot, over heating body.

I laid back my back on the pillow i slept on. Then i reached down on the ground for my other pillow. I put it on the back board of my bed and laid my head on the pillow, feeling the nice coolness sink into my face.
My heart wouldn't stop beating that hateful pace. My eyes were bulging and i felt like they were going to fall out any second. But sleep was rolling over me. I looked to my left at my hand carved nightstand and looked down at my Clock-Radio. Four Thirty-nine was pulsing out in a bright lime green color.
My eye lids were drooping and feeling like lead and i tried to stay awake. But as i knew, i was fighting an endless battle. My room seemed to become focused and unfocused. MY mind was yelling at me to stay awake, but i felt weak and body was becoming cold from the fan, mixing with the sweat. I closed my eyes and slipped into the realm of imagination.

My ears were pierced with the sclince of the dark room. No light shined through, as far as i was aware of, the room was completely empty. MY hands flew right in front of me, hoping to make contact with something or someone. But i knew something was there. My neck hairs stood on end. The thing or object may be in front of me. I remember from last time in the nightmare and it hit me. I dropped my arms, brought my pointer finger to my left side of my neck. I hit four beats before i even got to the first second. I immeditaly dropped my arm.
A figure moved and it clcked in my mind. Run. I turned my ball of my left foot.
It felt like i was in slow motion like all dreams, almost endless. I was running like hell. But was i even moving? I felt no wind cross my face as i ran.
A high clear, icy voice threw me to the ground, "STOP!" I fell to my knees.

I was thrown back backinto the empty blackness. I was sure, my feet weren't touching anything. Then questions poped in my head. How was...who...NO!
I was slammed into something hard and i knew what i was on.
The second the memory of what i was on focused, my hands were shackled. My feet were bound my chains. NO! Wake up! WAKE UP! I shouted to myself. My heart felt like it was beating out of time, almost feeling it was about to beripped right out of my chest. My breathing was harsh and fast.
The figure, whatever it was, moved over to my right, snickering. My beats were growing faster and louder as IT moved closer. IT stopped right out of my eye sight. IT, the thing stopped laughing. I tied to break free from my bindings, to stop the aching pain of my heart. But the bindings tightened and i felt the chains binding my feet cut into my skin, feeling warm blood flow down on my feet.
Wait! This was a dream, i shouldn't feel a thing. Then second, this is my mind. Why am i not controlling it, now!? I can send the foul thing into the abyss of my imagination.
"I order you to die, NOW!" I yelled at it. It's head looked at me and it laughed a high, cold laugh.
"I am not a fragment of your imagination, boy. You can't kill me." He muttered in a low voice.
"I said die!" i hollered at him.
IT walked in front of my vision and raised it's hand.

A light flickered above It and I almost screamed. But how?
I looked into the face of a beautiful girl, with dazzling red hair, freckled sacking and brown eyes. "Alexis, how?" I said shocked.
"Why would you want me to die Jon? Don't you love me?" she said in a sad voice.
"I don't, i have always loved you." i said.
She moved up to my front and laid her hands on my shirt. Warmth course through my body filling me up. Then in a quite voice she whispered in my ear, "I have and will always love you Jon."

Many thing happened when she said those words. Those beautiful, warm hands became ice cold. Her face was cast into the shadows and the my heart was thundering back up. The warm brown eyes tuned into deep, cold black.
The thing was staring down at me, sneering and showing black sickening teeth. "I will always love Jon. How pathetic!" IT chortled SHRIEK at me. IT laughed a harder mad, insane laugh.
It brought it's cold, dead hand over my body, stopping at the beginning of my wind pipe. It looked me straight in my eyes and i was aware my eyes dilated because he whispered, "Your scarred, aren't you? Yes! I can feel it and taste it."
It grabbed my throat and i felt my wind pipe beginning to close.
It brought it's head next to mine. Then brushed it's lips across my forehead and in Alexis's voice it said, "You will never see day light again Jon Theall!"
I gasped. My heart gave a big huge pump and it stopped.
My vision started fading.
"Goodbye Ruler of the World."