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Parental Espionage, Chap. 2School Registration
Snake sat at the kitchen table, glaring at the pieces of paper that were lying in front of him. A pen was nearby, waiting to be picked up and fulfill its duty in life, but Snake made no move to do so. Instead he continued to stare at the papers, as though by sheer force of will alone they would be filled out. The papers in question were forms to transfer his daughters to a new school; even though he planned to teach them certain skills himself, God knows Snake wouldn't last a day with all three of them home all the time. His patience was running out. Despite it having only been a few days since he had brought them home, he thought he was going crazy. He was sure somebody was about to die if it kept up; not his self, of course, or his daughters, but somebody.
Finally he sighed and picked up the pen, much to the pen's delight. Well, might as well get this over with. It wasn't so much the filling out of the papers that made him so pensive; it was what he had to put on
The EagleThe Eagle let a single tear fall from his face as he felt his wings buckle and break, and slowly he began to fall, the weight of everything wrong with his world breaking his body and shutting down his mind.
He remembers hatching from his egg in a new land, where his father greeted him with open wings. His father was sure to tell him how he got there; how he had placed the egg on his back and flown across the ocean, how he had fought off hostile and dangerous birds to ensure a safe place for his young. The Eagle was too young to see the glint in his father's eyes at the time, and he began to grow into a fine young copy of his father. Eventually his father left to harbor more of his offspring to this land, leaving his son to hold the fort.
The Eagle followed his father's orders until he began to grow hungry, and he realized he had no idea what was in this new world. The native birds approached him and taught him, filling him with knowledge. Knowledge he held within himself until his brot
World of Warcraft vs. OblivionWorld of Warcraft:
"Alright, made my character Huh, this is a nice looking game "
"Hiii! My name is Blizzard! I'm here to walk you through the gamehere, hold my hand, we don't want you getting lost. Okay, you're only level one, so we're gonna start you off easy of these level ones and twos. Start out slow, eventually you'll get where you want. It's not that hard, some people can hit 80 in a few days! Now, I don't expect you to go that fast, so no rush okay? Okay, you know how to move and stuff right? Good. Oh, you got a quest! Here, let me mark it on your obvious map and highlight where everything is for you."
"Ugh these characters are ugly "
"HEY YOU'RE IN THE WAY CRYPTIC MESSAGE!"
"WASDMOVESYOU FIGURE OUT HOW TO JUMP ON YOUR OWN I HOPE YOU CAN FIND THE MENU AND ACTION BUTTON K LET'S GO."
"What's going on?!"
"You're level one? TEN ENEMIES!"
"GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!"
"WHAT'S THAT? YOU DIDN'T SAVE?? TOO BAD MOTHERF***ER YOU GOTTA STA
RunningYou've been running. Running for a while, to the point where the pounding of your feet, the heaviness of your breathing, the frantic beating of your heart has become a skipping record, deafeningly loud but just out of reach; a record going on for so long it's all you hear, and if it were to stop the world would be too quiet.
Running. Running so long you've forgotten your learned behavior. Your primal instinct has taken over, bearing down on your mind until the human part has been locked away, and only the animal is given free range. You've stopped thinking, wondering, and pleading. Now you only think to get away, and should worse come to worse, you're ready to punch and claw and kick, bite and tear your way out of its grasp.
Running since you managed to fall out of that ever shifting mass that has held you captive since the day you were born. You fell and felt the relief spread through your body, and watched as that mass let you go. But you've been gone too long, and now that mass is a
Eternal, Chap. Two"Hello. My name is Yousei." I must have been out in the sun too long. There was no way this tiny human-like creature was really there talking to me. I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes, then slipped them back on. She was still there. Finally my mouth started to work a little, and I just sat there spluttering.
She giggled and floated up to my face. I scooted back a little in response. She apparently thought this was some kind of game and flew forward again. I started freaking out once more, my voice only able to produce 'Uh's and 'Uhm's. She flew up close enough to where I could see she was smiling. She placed a finger over her mouth, and I stop talking.
"I am Yousei." Now that I was kind of calming down, I was able to take notice of some things. Like how her voice was oddly accented. She removed her finger and pointed to me. "And you, you are Taiki." I had another brief panic attack. How'd this thing know who I was?
"Y-Yousei " Finally, syllables. Her face lit up and she gigg
Eternal, Chap. OneMy life has been rather normal. I've had no near death experiences, weird visions or been chosen to go on some life altering quest. Quite honestly, the biggest challenge I've ever had to face in my life is just getting through high school. I think I'd rather fight a dragon over seeing some of my teachers though.
Not to say my life is completely normal. Even though nothing huge has happened, since about a year ago some odd phenomena seem to follow me around. Spontaneous combustion is a pretty common one; I'll just be sitting there when suddenly there's a small explosion in the air. The garden I keep in the back yard is another. While I'd like to say I'm just a really good gardener, my garden is too large and too healthy for me to believe it's all my doing.
But I'm getting too far ahead. My name is Taiki Young. That's pronounced tie-key. I'm not Japanese, or Asian at all for that matter. My parents are just strange and gave me a Japanese name. I don't quite understand why. All I know is
Against the Milah BeastWell, I had thought I was done with all this strange killings-seriously, after blowing up vampires you're kinda done. I was perfectly content with my life of small, not so drastic jobs. But I should have known better than to start thinking I had a kinda-sort-maybe-just a bit normal life.
It was actually my day off. I was lazing around in my room, letting Leon run around while I read I Am America (And So Can You!). It was then that my phone went off. Leon grabbed it and scurried up my bed to give it to me.
"Samantha." Anna's voice crackled out of the speakers. "We need you and your team to go to Safeville immediately."
"Me and Leon?" I asked, a little confused.
"No. Your team." I got a little nervous then. My division was never sent out in teams unless it was a dire situation. I hadn't worked with my team except for in training years ago. I'm honestly not sure how we passed the exam. My teammates were actually my two best friends, Andrea Lyons and Laura Vavrek. We got al
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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