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“Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“Can I ask another one?”
“No.”
“Hey, Richie, in case the cops come by -.”
“In case the who do what?”
“In case the priest comes by to tell you about the prayer I gave last Sunday -.”
“That’s what I thought you said.”
“Ask me how I tolerate stupid questions, go on ask.”
“Be optimistic all the people you hate eventually are going to die.”
“Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver.”
“May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.”
“They stopped the war but not the dieing.”
“Here’s a test to find out if your destiny is complete. If you’re alive, it isn’t.”
“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.”
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah, Kit?”
“I think this is the part where we say something famous, Jimmy.”
“How many more shall die before you accept the fact that you cannot live again?!”
“Sanity? I don’t remember having such a thing to begin with.”
“You could of killed her with that! Aim better next time.”
“War is not about who’s right, it’s about who’s left.”
“Mortals are funny. What do humans think of when they hear the words ‘shadow world’? They think of darkness, of course. To them, shadows are darkness, and darkness is evil. It makes since. But does it really? Shadows, after all, are born from light: the very same light that mortals consider good. So, then, why are shadows evil? Can something so terrible truly be born from something so pure? How can good create evil? It seems impossible, if one stops to think about it. But somehow it happens.”
“Reality is an illusion created by lack of alcohol.”
“People say that guardian angels are here to help, obviously they never had one because mine is here solely to eat all of my cheetos and run up my phone bill.”
“No therapist could ever make me right, I find great amusement in that.”
“Ever wonder if you made the wrong choice? Well, as I hung upside down over a tank of man eating fish I began to wonder the very same thing.”
“With knives you have close calls, with guns it’s bad aim, in life it’s called luck.”
“For you to insult me, I must first value your opinion.”
“You know, you’re not as dumb as you think I think you are.”
“Um, thanks?”
“That wasn't a compliment. You’re even dumber than you think I think you are.”
“Oh, alright then. I was getting scared there for a moment. You almost being nice is just unnatural.”
“He’s gone! And he’s taken your car.”
“Crap, my car! He can’t have taken it, he can’t drive.”
“Neither can you but that doesn’t seem to stop you.”
“If I were trapped in a single room with two tigers, you, and a gun with two bullets I’d shoot you twice.”
“Kill one person you’re a murderer, kill ten people you’re a serial killer, kill a million and you get invited to a peace conference.”
“On the count of three, we yell ‘the roof’s collapsing’, okay?”
“Nice to see that you’re back to normal.”
“Homework, noun: A crude form of mind control that is still practiced in some primitive societies.”
“You can cut my flesh, and break my ribs, but my spirit is unyielding. If I die here, so be it, as long as I take you down with me.”
“But this fight concerns me, it’s outcome will directly effect me and my future. Are you saying I have no right, no say in my own future!”
“What are you doing?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Probably not.”
“Smart boy.”
“She maybe psychotic but she’s my psychotic friend so just back the hell away!”
~ Sarah Watson
“But you didn’t do it! They did it.”
“Yes, but blaming me makes them feel better.”
“What on god’s slightly less than green earth makes you think that I’m not completely drunk right now?”
“Here let me put it this way. Upon my sister’s death all of her magical powers were transferred into me, which now makes me the most powerful being on two worlds. And it also makes me the biggest emotional mess you’ll ever meet, with way too much power attached to those unstable emotions. And for some reason you think it’s a good thing to spend your time irritating the hell out of me? How do you think this is going to end if it doesn’t go my way?”
~ Mark Star
Mark leaned forward threateningly and cracked his knuckles on the newswoman’s desk, which wasn’t as cool as he thought it was.
“Stop showing the tape of my sister dieing…I’m sick of seeing it every time I turn on the television. Don’t you assholes have someone else to torture?”
“Sorry, Kid, it’s what people want to see.” Mark looked behind her and saw that the television on the wall was showing that damn tape again. He watched in horror as his twin sister suffered and died once more.
“People want to see this?” asked Mark as he walked behind the desk to look at the television, “They want see my baby sis die over and over again?”
“The world’s a sick place.”
“You’re the ones who are sick, you fuel this. You can stop this but you won’t and why not? For your ratings? You do realize you wouldn’t even ******** be here if she hadn’t died? She died to save this whole world and you people do this?”
“And what’s wrong with that? She did what she did and we do what we did.”
“What’s wrong with that?” asked Mark as the tape paused to show a close up of his sister’s face as the black cloud tortured her, “Look at that. Look at her face!”
“What?”
“What do you see?”
“She was a pretty girl, hey I’m sad she died and all-.”
“I see suffering. He’s torturing her and she knew he would but she jumped in anyway. And she did it for you and all you can say is ‘She was a pretty girl, hey I’m sorry she died and all’? She’s in horrible pain and people like to see this? She’s experiencing something beyond anything you can imagine as her body is slowly ripped into billions of tiny atom-sized pieces.”
“If she knew why’d she do it?”
“Look at her eyes.”
“What?”
“That’s love. Love for a world that obviously didn’t deserve it.”
Kit looked anxiously at the sky, it was getting dark, too soon. Their plan wasn’t ready, they needed more time but the sun was already halfway down and the full moon was threatening to rise. That meant the monster was going to be coming after them and without their plan they would be hopeless. They didn’t stand a chance. Last time it was lucky that no one had died.
“Kit?” called Tyler from far off and Kit realized how much the tension had been showing on her face. She didn’t like this, she liked it when things went according to the damn plan but that never happened so she was used to it. She looked at the sky, only a few minutes to go.
“Is it done?”
“Yeah.” She took a deep breath and climbed the tree, waiting silently in position as the sun completely it’s slow dance and faded into darkness. She pushed all thoughts but those of the plan and the werewolf out of her mind. Her eyes peered into the night and became adapted and soon she could see everything before in perfect clarity despite the darkness.
She heard the howl first, it’s eerie night call, taunting her. Telling her he was out there, waiting, stalking and planning how it was going to devour her. She forced herself to remain calm, she couldn't loose focus now. A second howl signaled that it was closer, approaching quickly from the east, like she’d anticipated. She slowly drew her tongue across her lips to wet them for suddenly she felt parched.
She nestled down in her safe little tree and closed her eyes. She knew she could do it but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to connect to the mind of the wolf but she did. She felt it click instantly, so flawlessly. She could see through its eyes, smell through it’s nose, hear through it’s ears and feel through it’s body. It was strange, she still didn’t understand her psychic connection to the thing. She’s encountered werewolves before but there was something different about this one. Maybe it was the man he was in his normal state, maybe there was something special about him.
“Come and get me,” muttered Kit under her breath, knowing that like she was in it, it was in her and would hear the challenge and rise to the occasion. It blazed through the area, it was faster than she thought. The flash bombs went off, exactly on cue, confusing the thing. It crashed into the tree and that's when everything went wrong. She fell out of it and landed on the ground. She knew that she was lucky not to have sprained something but the bombs had run their course and it could see her now. It growled and she looked at it.
It’s fur was brown and black, matted and caked with blood and dirt. It’s white fangs reflected the moonlight and glistened with slobber. It’s piercing yellow eyes stared at her and caught her every move. It lunged for her in an instant and she reached for her gun. She didn’t want to kill it but she didn’t have a choice. It sent her flying as she fired five rounds into it’s chest, at least three tearing straight through and most hitting the heart directly. She knew how good her aim was. It whined once as blood spewed from it’s torso before it collapsed dead. Tyler and Lizzy ran out of their hiding places.
“Kit?” asked Tyler.
“We need to get back now,” said Kit.
“Why?” asked Lizzy. Kit moved her hand, she’d been holding her right arm. They could see the blood now, it’s blackish warmth spreading over clothes and shining in the eerie incandesce light of the full moon. Her eyes shown the truth. This was what was so special about this werewolf. It was the one that would turn her into one unless they could get back to HQ and get the antidote in the next twenty-minutes.
“Hey, Kid, never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.”
“KIT!?”
“What?”
“Did you just jump off that building?”
“‘Jump’ is such a...bad word.”
“Huh?”
“‘Walked’ would be more accurate.”
“What now?”
“I walked off that building.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The term ‘jumped’ implies that I didn’t just take a few steps, which is what I did.” He looked at the building.
“That’s a tall building.”
“You know what, I noticed that on my way down.”
“But you’re just standing here now.”
“Pretty much.”
“Why’d you do it?”
“I didn’t think I needed a reason.”
“But you walked off a building?”
“So?”
“This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had.”
“You need to get out more.”
“In case of -.”
“I don’t want to know anything of this! If something goes wrong I’d rather just die in blissful ignorance.”
“Right, I wish I were going with you.”
“I’m sure you do and I find that quite bizarre.”
“By now I’ve learned to listen to Them.”
“What do They do if you don’t listen?”
“Sooner or later it always gets to the point where they’re loud enough that I have to hear what they’re saying.”
“Here, I’ll phrase it this way: in a extremely dangerous business I survived a very long time.”
“Go test the electrical fence.”
 Zegwarian310 · Mon Oct 01, 2007 @ 03:32pm · 0 Comments |
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