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 Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 7:19 pm
Literacy is not only restricted to roleplays. People write poems, songs, and short stories that people may like. This is a thread to let the guild members share thier literacy with each other. This is also a place to discuss what can be done to make it better. Be nice!! I will start off with a poem of mine.
Emmotive Litanies
The weak are those who give in to the lies of others,
Taking in each word and making it truth,
hoping against hope that one day,
the lies will be thier own,
and not that of others.
The strong are those who are beaten,
horribly debased and humiliated,
but pick themselves back up,
only to rejoin the fight for life.
The strong and weak,
good and evil,
all are life,
and without one,
the other will never survive.
What do you think?
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 8:54 pm
[This poem is untitled for now...]
I am making my presence known,
In places where no one shall see me.
I am screaming your name,
Where voices are not heard.
I am wanting you,
At times when you don't need me.
I am left to cry by myself,
For you have left my life now
Ughh...my worst work yet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 10:33 pm
I am currently writing a book, or atleast, I'm attempting to stop being lazy long enought to write a book. I started the beginning of it the other day and thought maybe I would post it here. Excuse my pathetic attempts at book writing. I'm afraid I don't write very well. sweatdrop The Book of No Title The silent mountain land scape never offered much conversation,though it did conceal a secret like no other could. Gigantic thick trunked trees spread abundantly over the land, providing ample protection from over head predators. Thick, thorny undergrowth impeded all but the most experienced travelers from traversing the land. The two factors coupled made the ridges of Lloka-Tir virtually unexplored and untouched. Then again, most travelers who were well versed in the ways of the land had enough sense not to attempt to breach the inner sanctions of Lloka-Tir. Stories had easily spread through out the Trinity Lands emanating the horrible prowess of the ridges. Those who attempted to get to the fabled and much famed treasure within often came back ridden with insanity. More often than not, they didn't return at all. There had been one incident that had caused all traffic into the area to be restricted into the ridges and the surrounding area. The third princess of the Dark Trinity province Subsisteria, had happened to come upon a map detailing the entire trail line of the Lloka-Tir Mountain area. In an excited frenzy, an experienced and rather expert traveling guide had been hired to escort her and a guard of 16 men into the thick forests to find the treasure. No one knew quite what happened in the shadowy depths of the Lloka, a particularly infamous stretch of land that many people were killed in, but when the princess came back, bloody and beaten and half dead, with no one but a small child in her arms,all traffic became null. I apologize if this is like spam to your wonderful writers.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 10:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2005 10:37 am
I spend alot of time writing, so if my stepbrother didn't have it out for me, I'd have a lot of poems and such.
What I did manage to recover is all found on my fictionpress account, which is my www link.
Though I really only have one poem I'm truly proud of.
Requiem of a Broken Dream
Fall into thine arms
For come morn thou shall not recall
the merriment and joy that once each night thou saw.
Fall into thine arms
as the bowels of hell do stand before us,
and the death bell doth toll 'til nigh.
Fall into thine arms
as we drink the golden light
that penetrates thine eyes.
For the moon be our lady friend,
'til the morning light brings this broken dream her end.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:54 pm
Testament
Sheen; the texture is almost glass,
Livid; it ripples, a dripping,
Still...& Silent, till a labouring breath,
Cold; & Pallid, I've lost forthwith.
Shudder; Excruciate, like fire drenched wine,
Lament; O'er glanced the page,
Memoirs; Written in blood they smear.
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 1:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 3:20 pm
uh.. mine's a bit big.. but i think it is considered a short story..
Imaginary
Yet another long, sleepless night, sitting alone in the darkness, I glance to the clock that sit beside my computer as it struck the midnight hour. Before me is the soft glow of the monitor, adding to the warm, golden glow of the lamp beside me; the only source of light to banish the darkness and shadows that filled the room. The total silence of my darkened home broken only by the soft purr of the computer as it work to carry out the tasks I request of them; and the constant, vigilant pounding as my fingers hit the keys as I work on, and the soft ticking of my clock.
For hours I have toiled, my eyes burning and my body aching as it longed for sleep. Completely focused on my work at the most, but the occasional noise, the scurrying of a rodent, the chirping of a late night bird, the soft mewing of my cats, breaking my concentration. I try not to think anything of it; the days of my past, the horrors of my own imagination, were gone.
For a while, nothing happens, and I am left at peace to continue my work. The clock strikes the half-hour mark, and I pause only to stretch, rubbing my cramped fingers for a moment as I glance over what I had just finished. Glancing up from my work, I notice a soft sound; an almost purr. Long and drawn out, breaking occasionally, then coming back stronger then before. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I try to shake off the growing feeling of dread and fear. Its nothing, I tell myself. Absolutely nothing? probably just something my cat caught, or a movie my parents had left on in the den, just across the hallway from me. Or maybe I am just overworking the computer??
Whispering beneath my breath, I give myself a verbal reprimand, forcing myself to continue on with my work. I wanted to have this finished before I went to bed. Still the moaning continued, and soon it was beyond ignoring. An almost deafening roar filling my senses, I tried to shield my ears from the noise, but louder still it grew. Gritting my teeth, I tried to remain calm, telling myself it was only my imagination; it was all in my head, as the doctor had told me. I would fade, and I would be just fine. For how long I was like this, I don?t know, my body beginning to tense, and cold sweat forming on my back and shoulders, causing a shiver to run up my spine.
I could hear, even though I wished not to, every voice clear and distinct. I could hear those of women, men, and children; begging and pleading for their lives and the lives of others, screaming in terror and pain, hearing them call the names of the lost as they are ripped from each others arms. Before my eyes I could see the instances happening, with the clarity, and the total horror, as though I were there, the pain of their losses and torture I could feel on my body.
Inside my head I could hear myself screaming, but from my mouth came no words, no sound. My breath began to run short, as with each new vision it became more horrific; more sickening. My heart raced in my chest, and I struggled to breathe. I could see them; the bodies, the people who, just moments before, now lay dead at my feet, their throats cut or their chests pierced through by blade or bullet. I thought I would go mad as the screams and voices continued to grow in force and volume. No more, I continued to beg myself, or whatever b*****d force created this hellish nightmare for me. Please, no more.
With each minute that passed, this nightmare became more and more real. I could feel the heat from the fires that burned the houses down; I could smell the stench of rotting flesh, burning in the cinders of the houses as they fell around me, mixed with the acidic, copper-tinged wreak of blood and urine. Kneeling down, I searched for signs of life from the woman that lay before me, in her arms was the still form of her young child, their bodies prone and becoming cold and stiff as death settled in.
This couldn?t be happening? This woman wasn?t dead? I wasn?t in a burning building? I had to get away from here. Backing hurriedly away from the woman and child, I searched desperately for a way to free myself from this place. Where I was, who I was, I couldn?t remember. It didn?t matter right now; the only thing that mattered was my survival.
Glancing about, I saw that the only exit that remains unblocked by flame or the collapsing building was the window. Bracing myself, I shielded my head with my arms and threw myself, as hard as I could, through the glass, gasping in pain as I landed, kneeling, on the grass outside, a shower of broken glass cutting at my flesh and piercing deep. Swaying slightly as I stood, coughing and gasping for air as the flames burned at my flesh, eyes, and lungs, I searching for the best way to go. To my horror, every way I turned there was more carnage. I realized I was in a small village that was being burnt to the ground.
Slowly and painfully standing, I felt my own blood pour from the wounds that covered my arms and shoulders, breathing heavily as the sharp pain throbbed continuously. Who could have done this? What kind of person would destroy an innocent village, men, women, and children all? What could this have possibly given them in reward? I struggled hard against the nausea, breathing hard and gritting my teeth, stumbling through the burning village, until, to my horror, I found the center.
Before my eyes were these barbaric creatures; not worthy to be called men. Adorned with the bones and flesh of those who had fallen to them, they were burning the countless bodies of the villagers in one massive, roaring mound of burning carcass. Falling then to my knees, I could only watch as those who, still barely alive, were being burn to death, their screams of agony and pain filling the air. Sweat began to break out all over my body and I began to shudder and spasm, struggling to remain in control of myself. My breath ran short, and I struggled to keep the world in focus, digging my nails deep into the hard ground beneath me. This cant be real. It all was some hellish nightmare... I will wake up any moment, and things will be as they were...
Without my notice, I had been found, and in my daze I began to realize that these men had begun to gather around me. It was then I forced myself to my senses and stumbled to my feet, dashing through the burning village, as fast as my legs could carry me, fear coursing like ice through my veins, the pain from the broken glass with the burning of the smoke and flame almost unbearable.
At the edge of the village was a dense forest, and without thinking I plunged head long into it. Forcing aside branches and bush, thorns tearing more at my flesh, I knew I left an easy trail for them to follow, but I didn?t care. I had to get away from this hell. How long I ran, I do not know. For hours, it seemed, I stumbled lost through the woods, before finally crashing to a halt in a small clearing. Weakly I tried to stop the thousands of bugs that sworded around my open wounds. I struggled to breathe, fever now burning at my cheeks. Dried blood, mud, and grime clung to my battered and worn body, and I was exhausted from the struggle of fighting to get away from the creatures that had sacrificed an entire village.
Before my eyes my world began to blur, shifting in and out of focus. From the shadows and foliage I watched as these creatures, who I had struggled so hard to excape from, began to approach me. It was then, shivering in the icy air of the cold, winter night, my body numb with pain, blood still pouring from the wounds that were now infected and nasty, glass still within them, that I realized I would die. These men were out for my life, and I could do no more to fight them. The seconds passed in their own tiny eternity, as I watched them draw nearer, the total, complete fear, beyond anything from a story, ride, or game could ever be expressed. Without doubt, your every cell in your body knew this was the end. No more did I think it to be my imagination. This was real. The death of those people were real. And these men, only a few yards away from me, were real.
I closed my eyes then, for a moment, bracing myself, taking one long, staggering breath. Opening my eyes, I realized I looked into the glazed, cold, sightless eyes misted in death, his flesh rotting away as he drew his blade forth. I watched as the ruined remains of his body disintegrated still as he prepared for the final thrust that would end my life, as the cruel hand of fate had his so long ago.
I could only stare up at him and wait, watching the blade was aimed for my heart, and time seemed to slow. I could not move, nor breathe, but only watch. Suddenly, the creatures, the forest, everything vanished, replaced then by the bright headlights of an oncoming vehicle, and the blaring of the horn as the wheels screeched on the smooth surface of the highway.
As I lay there, I stared into the heavens far above, thunder roaring in the background and lightning flashing. I watched as the first few drops of rain began to fall, before an icy downpour was unleashed. I could not move, nor could I feel the pain that had wracked my body just moments before. I knew that I was crying, the tears mixing with the icy rain on my pale, fevered cheeks as my world began to dim.
I softly laughed, blood forming on my lips. Smiling gently, I heard distantly the frantic screams of the passengers of the bus. Whispering softly to the rain as my heart began to slow and my breath began to become labored, "It was only my imagination..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 3:48 pm
Eh, it has to do with something that happened in my life so if you don't understand some of it and would like to, you can pm I guess
White Prison
Crystal flakes of intricate beauty
Fall silently.
Pushed and pulled by the wind,
They are thrown into an icy dance
before they fall and
Upon the ground they rest.
The Flakes continue to fall
And fall and fall.
They coat the forest like
A blanket that provides no warmth
The falling snow deafens any sounds
Muting the noises of scurries and shivers.
I trudge through the banks of snow
Alone.
My fingers hang at my sides,
Numb.
Much like my soul.
I stumble and pause,
The surrounding silence becoming so loud it hurts.
I throw my head back
My cheeks and my lips, nose, forehead
All receive the frigid flakes.
The whiteness swirls around me,
Blinding me,
Enclosing me in a white prison.
I scream and shriek
Yet no one hears me
They don't hear the pain in my voice
Nor see the anguish in my eyes.
Do they notice?
Do they care?
The snow mutes my cries
So I begin to run,
The snow seems to grow claws and
Grabs at my legs and feet,
Holding me back, stopping me,
Keeping me in a white prison
I go till I collapse.
I fall to my knees
With no energy to get back up,
hands landing hard on the ground beneath me.
Yet there is no snow under my fingers
Only hot asphalt.
It scorches and burns,
Blistering my hands.
The road beneath me melts,
Turns into a sticky red liquid.
It begins to swallow me,
Pulling my down... down
Then, I am falling.
Falling so fast,
Falling past mirrors.
The images are blurred,
A distorted image of me
Who am I?
Does anyone care?
The landing does not hurt
Yet is bitter cold
And I realize that I am back in
A place where the snowflakes fall
Like graceful dancers,
Swirling delicately atop the wind.
A place where my soul's cries
Will never be heard.
I am back in my
White Prison
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 7:45 pm
This is the very beginning of the first book in a series I hope to get around to. Otherwise, when completed, this book will stand alone. The dates at the start of each paragraph are the days that I wrote each section. I'm planning on writing one section per day, everyday until it's finished. I'll post here every once and a while for safekeeping. Prologue 7/4 ........The tired group trudged up the steps of the long forgotten temple, leaving footprints in their wake. They stepped up to the high doorway, looking at the high, metal doors. It took all four to swing one of the massive gateways open. They then looked at their new surroundings as they stepped into the airy, cool welcoming room. ........The ancient temple was wrought out of rough, red sandstone. This was now so old, that you could remove a good inch of stone by rubbing one spot for a couple hours. It was grainy, and smelled oddly. The way Kaiser described it later was the smell of 'old'. As they stepped in, they left the doors open to shed light into the dark chamber. Kaiser took a look back to see the harsh, dry desert outside. This place was old and musty, but compared to the wasteland outside it was heaven. ........In front of them there were six or so low steps that came up to a large carpeted area that curved around them and put them in a circular area at the bottom side, over looked by railings. In front of them and up the steps, a huge statue sat cross-legged. It was female and it covered the entire section of wall in front of them. She was pretty, and made out of the same type of sandstone as the wall before which she sat facing and staring at them. She had four hands, two on each side, out like a guru's, each with something they couldn't see on each. From her open mouth ran a waterfall, into a basin sitting in her legs. The water then ran out the sides of the basin into troughs that were raised about three feet from the floor and went around the room. They then went through two small tunnels near two doors on either side. The doors were made of wood, but perfectly preserved. ........It was amazingly beautiful, but all the younger three noticed was the water. They all looked to Rythen, who was looking at the light that was dancing on the ceiling that had bounced off of the water in the basin. The girls both went to his sides, Aya slightly puling on his shirt. He looked at the two of them, his face nearly touching both of theirs'. ........ "Well?!" asked Minaka feverishly. ........After a long pause, Rythen croaked out in his dry, raspy voice, "I suppose it should be clean enough to drink." ........The other three paid no heed, and all dropped their bags, running up to the basin of water. Aya slurped up the water with her tongue, Minaka took large handfuls, and Kaiser stuck his entire head in and drank for a couple seconds before bringing his head out and shaking it while sputtering from the lack of air. He would then beat his chest a couple times with his fist before putting his head back in to repeat. ........The color of the water was a clear, bright aquamarine. Like the color of the water on a Caribbean beach that you will never go to. It was that pretty. 7/5 ........Aya finished first as she didn’t want or need to soak any part of her body. She was a neko, (a half cat, half human race) and could wash her own body. She also was kept cool by her natural gifts. Her body was covered in a short, light chestnut color fur. She also had a tail, cat ears and whiskers coming from her body. Because of laws though, she was forced to wear something, and chose to wear a skimpy purple top and a purple pair of short shorts. ........The two others were still busy drinking and soaking as Rythen stepped up beside Minaka who was now between the two men. Rythen had long abandoned his shirt, and was now bare backed. Sections of his back were burned, and his chest as well. The long scars on his back were still visible though and still able to make a person grimace. He only had on a white pair of pants and his foot wraps, along with his gloves. He took off his glasses and took out his hair tie as he sloshed his head and shoulders and arms into the water. ........One by one they all sat down and took out their provisions and ate to their heart’s content. The small amounts of mutton and venison were cut up and passed so that they all had enough. The wine was watered down and also split up so everyone was soon content. Only one thing was still hanging over their minds and it would have to be done before they went to sleep. Aya was the one to voice their concerns. ........ “Kaiser, what haven’t you told us?” she asked in her odd sense of sincerity. She didn’t look mad, or angry, just a bit confused. The other two both solemnly shook their heads. ........ “What do you mean?” he asked, sitting up. ........ “You told us you were simply traveling to get away, but never anything else about your reason for leaving where ever you came from,” announced Minaka. ........ “Mojim, the one directly under the emporer is after you and yet you told me you just needed a guide. If this is what you were planning, it’s not a guide you need. You need a bodyguard, and if that’s what you need, I’m not getting my fair share. After that battle I’m going to have to get something more,” he told him looking up. The rest all jumped, because he looked to have been sleeping. ........ “I don’t know…” he replied, looking away from their glares. ........Minaka sat up with anger, “He almost killed me! You can’t just simply shrug it off like nothing!” she exclaimed, coming to angry tears. ........Kaiser stood up, staring at her, “I don’t know him or why he’s tracking me! You’re acting as though all of it’s all my fault!” he yelled back. ........Rythen coolly sat up. “Stop yelling,” he ordered, “Calm yourselves and sit down before I make you.” They both listened but were still glaring across the fire at each other. “Kaiser, all of what isn’t all your fault? I’m not going any farther until you tell all of us what your story is and why you’re going to the capital city.”........Kaiser turned his glare to Ry now, wondering how he could start doing this. “I thought you said that you-“........ “That I wouldn’t ask you if it didn’t have to be told, that’s my big thing. It’s privacy. But this however has to be told. Whatever it is almost killed Minaka,” he lazily flopped up a finger, to point at Minaka’s side. “Can’t I-““No!” the rest said in near unison. “Tell it now, or I’m going to… going to…” Aya stuttered, before Minaka bumped her side. “Or we’ll make you!” she said with a bob of her head. At this Rythen let out a little ‘tch’ which led to some mean words that I won’t put into this book. Anyways, the small quarrel leveled out after a couple ‘Sorry,’s and a few ‘It was my fault,’s. Altogether though, they all agreed it was time Kaiser spilled the beans. “I will.” He told them after much more quarrelling. So he arranged himself properly and started telling them. I would like to put this all in his own words, but that would take a lot of time, because he had to add in things later, and he would have interruptions and questions the entire way through. So here is his story, summarized, and in (mostly) chronological order.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 9:03 pm
Garden of Eden
I fly through the sky,
Realizing I had died,
I soared above it all
even my body at the mall,
I had jumped from the top
not caring about the drop
Landing on a car
I had fallen to far
to stay alive after that decension
too bad I started my acension.
Afterwards, I wanted to see
see what people would say about me
It didnt mater anymore,
I'm going somewhere I havn't gone before
I see the gates ahead.
They tell me I am dead.
I see the trees
the green leaves
I smile, but start to decend,
I dont think I was meant to end
up in eden, but father below.
All I see is a red glow,
all of my freinds wished me well
unknown to them,
I ended up in hell.
-me.
Did this forever and an age ago...
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 4:23 pm
well I have a couple of poems I want to share
exclaim illusions part 1 exclaim
I was alone
But now I have you
When I cry
You would wipe away my tears
Comfort me
When I was ecstatic
you would share
my happiness
with me
you were my only friend
in times of need
until our friendship began to grow
into love
until I realised
that you
were nothing more
than an illusion
cleverly created
by my mind
I do not want to be alone
once more
I would rather live
in an illusion
than live in a barren land
devoid of love
so I continue
to live
in a happy illusion
never leave me alone
my dark
I love you
exclaim illusions part 2 exclaim
you are the only person
who keeps me alive
for that I cannot
repay you
you came home, crying
what can I do but
wipe away
your tears?
and when
you come home
so happy
what can I do
But share it ?
you think that I
am nothing more than
an illusion
and still I lead you on
this deception
because I am afraid that
you will reject my love
and me
but one thing is certain
my precious light
I will never
leave you alone
and
I love you too
please tell me what you think
thanks
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 6:45 am
How the hell did it come to this?
Bubbles were escaping his almost shut mouth. His eyes moved lazily with the light that broke against the waters surface and went ricocheting through the cold dark.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of her. She was swimming for him, closing in with each stroke.
How?
He knew she would not let it end here. She would do anything to keep him alive, to keep him close to her.
Why was he here anyway?
Suddenly he remembered. He put his hand were his stomach should be, and felt his hand push through a hole of rendered flesh.
Oh...
Then she touched him, pulled him close, putting her lips over his, blowing air and life into his lungs. He looked at her, her eyes closed. As if this was an act of love instead of desperation. He knew she was crying. She always did whenever they kissed, more so when they made love. It was the calm and gentle tears of happiness, shed when she was close to him. When they belonged only to each other.
He just wished he could see those tears. Instead they dispersed into the unforgiving and hungry water.
Now... Lay your hand on me. Just this once...
She opened her eyes, pulled back. Placing her slim hands upon his wound she gave a push, and his whole body filled with pain. A pain that shook him out of his dazed and dulled state of mind. He saw her accusational stare. Holy magic never caused pain. And why did the crusaders spear give him such a devastating wound?
Her eyes widened when it dawned on her, suddenly filled with fear.
She realized why he had never let her heal him, why he never met her at church, why he always seemed ill when they met during daylight.
She hit him, pushed away and swam desperately for the surface.
As she splashed through, armored fists grabbed her and pulled her up.
"You healed him?"
The rough voice made metallic by the helmet scared her just as much as the... thing in the water.
"I... I loved him..."
The commander nodded, to a soldier. The sound of metal being unsheathed, followed by a womans gasp.
"You are found guilty for treason against the Divine, and hereby executed."
They let her lifeless body fall into the water, her blood seeping into and blending with it.
Below his anger, and hunger, rose, as he drank the blood of the only one he ever loved.
I'll rip them apart...
He broke the surface in a leap, and landed amongst the crusaders. His eyes glowing red, and his fingers suddenly clawed.
They started shouting as he tore into them, one by one.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 4:28 pm
Masamoru sprinted up the stairs. How tall is this building? That demon was close behind him, he had to keep going as fast as he could. But, why was he running? As an officer of the law he should be fighting that thing. No he shouldn't, there's hundreds of those creatures running around the city. No one knew where they came from. All the news stations suspected the TerraCom. The corporation was intended to create technologies that would restore the decaying Earth. They were easily the most powerful industry to date. Their inventions saved mankind time and time again; why would they unleash Hell?
The rooftop doorway was coming up. He stopped at the door, his hand gripped the knob tightly. Where was the demon? It should be on top of him right now. In fact, during the last two flights of stairs, he didn't hear a sound out of it. A chill ran up his back when he realized that it was playing with him. It knew something he didn't. Masamoru pressed his ear against the door. He heard heavy breathing on the other side. "********..." He muttered. They had him pinned in. There was only one way to go for him.
Masamoru drew his Colt M1911 and held it ready with his right hand while his left hand slowly opened the door. On the other side stood a black-skinned creature. Horns protruded from his head. Masamoru might have thought it was a very generic looking demon, but at the moment he squeezed three rounds into the head whose red eyes gazed upon him with hunger. The body fell back on to the roof.
The other one charged into Masamoru's back. He flew out on to the roof and slid across the gravel for four feet. He couldn't be caught on his back. He rolled to his feet quickly, whirling around with his pistol aimed at the doorway. Where was it? Another force hit him from his left side. He cursed his blind left eye while he slammed into an air duct opening. He expected it to use the same hit-and-run tactic as before. The beast spun him around to face him. This one was red-skined with ram horns. Masamoru pressed the barrel of his gun against its stomach and shot it four times, but it still managed to hit him across the face. It reeled back in agony. The slide on the Colt shot back and locked, signaling that the clip was empty. His face burned from the blow, probably swelling as he ran off to reload his gun. The empty clip was ejected from the gun. Masamoru looked around to make sure it was still in pain, however it was gone again. He loaded another clip into the pistol, switching the slide-release back. He raised the gun up again. The demon was nowhere in sight.
His left side. He spun to the left and immediately fired two rounds at its head. It was closing in fast and still coming towards him, even with the two shots in its skull. He emptied the rest of the clip at its head. The wings it was using to fly at him collapsed. The demon stumbled forward, trying to keep conscious, but fell dead on the roof a few inches from Masamoru. He ejected the clip and loaded his last clip into the gun. The distant roars of demons let him know that there was more out there. The gun shots let him know that they weren't taking the city without a fight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 6:28 pm
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