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Hey, yeah. So this is my second attempt at making a thread meant for some pieces of fiction that people just felt like writing. I figured it'd be easier to make it much simpler and just make it so that this is meant for anything.

Here's how it goes, anything you have in your mind, any scenes, storylines, and what have you, just right it all here. Do it however you want to. If you want to introduce your characters with templates like we do in RPs, that's fine. If not, then that's cool too. But yeah, write about any stories on your mind. You can make it more than one post, I won't mind. Afterall, writing takes time.


Now that I've gotten to work with more of you in RPs, I just want to see what you're all really capable of with writing. I'm really hoping this'll give us an opportunity to feel eachother's writing style out a bit better.

Looking forward to seeing some of your works and, as always, have fun.
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Do fan fictions count?...I'm writing one atm...and, if this is that kind of topic, I'd like some advice on what could be improved before posting it on fanfiction.net....I read a topic on there, and some of them were...brutal to the bad stories. XD
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QUOTE (Natamari. @ May 12 2010, 12:52 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Do fan fictions count?...I'm writing one atm...and, if this is that kind of topic, I'd like some advice on what could be improved before posting it on fanfiction.net....I read a topic on there, and some of them were...brutal to the bad stories. XD

Absolutely. Fan-fics count. You can control already existing characters in the story's universe or make your own. I personally like to make my own but either way's fine.
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I figured I'll start it off with something I started to write for another RP, which kind of trailed off into me working on my own thing.


[This takes place in the Halo universe back on Earth two years after the war with the Covenant ends. Originally in the RP, the name of the City was Salvation City but since this whole endeavor didn't impact the main plot at all I'm just moving it to what was left of Chicago at this point.]

2157 West Mulford
Room 21 C
"Checkmate"

Jim Romano crumpled the sheet of paper and discarded to the floor of his car upon confirming the address. The surprisingly neat apartment complex was a step up from places he usually made deals at. There weren't many exterior lights, but at least with this one he could reach the front door without trouble. "Alright...game time." He took his hands off the steering wheel and fastened his armored gauntlets on tight before fitting his helmet over his freakishly large head. He then gently pried his chest plate outward, double checking his module to see if it was active.

For Jim, the speed modification he illegally bought for his armor was an insurance policy for if he ever had to beat feet. After being shot during one exchange that went wrong he learned his lesson that dealing stims isn't something you can easily fight your way out of. Most of the time, he had been outnumbered, outgunned. The best option is usually to run if things go sour. But even that could be troublesome with or without an armor mod.

Briefcase in hand, Romano slammed his trunk shut and approached the apartment complex. He punched 21 C into the buzzer and called. "Who's there?" a voice replied form the speaker.
"It's Romano. I'm here to see Bishop."
"Password?"
"Checkmate."
"Aight. Come on in."

The door lock clicked open and he was in. Wide enough hallways, good if I have to maneuver my way out. Not many windows though. He didn't even meet his contacts and he was already planning an escape. "Ah, there's one," Jim said to himself as he turned the corner. "Perfect exit if I ever get out the door."

After running about ten possible scenarios through his over prepared mind, he was finally faced with a lookout, who was also wearing Mark VI. In addition to the armor he was keeping what looked like a cut down version of a civilian shotgun over his lap. The man briefly broke his focus on the TV set to nod Romano toward the door he was guarding. "Leave your piece here."

Shit. Jim didn't have much a choice. He slowly removed part of his exit plan from its magnetic holster with the opposite hand and left it on the table before walking into the room. "Jimmy!" a slim guy called out gleefully, getting out of his seat to greet him. "How ya doing, man?"

"Hey, Ray." Jim replied bluntly. He didn't care much for his buyers, in fact tried to get involved with them as little as possible. Despite the good money he made from his work, these people were scum to him.

Ray turned around and waved over another thug. "Hey, Bishop! This is the guy!"
"Ah. You made good timing." Bishop said as he shook Jimmy's hand. "Your friend Ray wasn't kidding when he said you were punctual."
Friend...right. Jim held up his case. "Brought what you asked for. Exactly as you requested."
"Straight to the point too. I like that. Here," he waved him over to a coffee table accompanied by a pair of sofas, "set it down here. Let's have a look at the merchandise."

As he went to sit down, Jimmy studied everything around him. Aside from Ray, Bishop and himself, there were three others in the room. One of them was sitting at the on a bar stool near the kitchen. The other two were occupying themselves with a two player mode on a video game on the other side of the living room. The sounds of digital sounds of gunfire and chaos were accompanied by cursing and insults from the two. Ray took a drag from his cigarette, shaking his head. "Fucker's are catching up to me. I only just got the damn game yesterday."

Jim nervously forced a short laugh. Just get on with it already. Bishop cracked the case open. His eyes lit up as he studied the contents. "Beautiful..." He lifted one of the syringes. "Absolutely beautiful."
"I told you," Ray said, "my guy here only gets the best."
"I can see that. Niko! Get the man his pay!" The one in the kitchen walked out of the room. Bishop returned his attention to the case. "Performance enhancing stimulants are hard to get your hands on these days. Especially those of...premium quality like this. Must've gone through a lot of trouble to get your hands on them."

Ray leaned forward in his seat. For some reason he felt a hint of suspicion coming from Bishop's mouth as he spoke. "I have connections."
"I bet you do. From the inside, no doubt." Bishop started to shift his weight a little, almost like he reaching for something. "Gotta wonder sometimes if you're really getting what you're paying for."
"I can assure you, my provider only supplies the best. One hundred percent legit."
"No small time dealers come in with cases full of stims." Bishop casually pulled out a magnum from between the couch cushion. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Exit plan. Jim kept his cool though and simply smiled. "See for yourself. Those are real combat stims. If you're thinking its too good to be true, then I don't blame you. The only other place you can find anything like this aside from UNSC surplus is an evidence room. And I'm not crazy enough to want to walk into the hornets nest with a transmitter for you guys to find. So I can easily say this isn't a bust and leave it at that."

"Then what is it?" Bishop now had his gun pointed at Romano's exposed head.
"You're going to tell me that a dealer who just put thirty combat stimpaks in your lap, who has suppliers who can provide said merchandise...and I can assure you, these people are not your regular organized crime lords. You're threatening to put a bullet in this dealer?" Bishop cocked his head. "I don't mind if you don't trust me. I'll just pack up and leave right now. Shoot me, however, and someone's gonna come looking when the time's up and they don't have either their money or their goods. So I'll ask you the same question. What do you think it is?"

Bishop uneasily put his gun down on the table next to the case. He hesitated for a moment. "It's a deal!"
Jim laughed. "Now we're talking!"

Just then, all light cut out from the room as if someone flipped a master switch. "Shit!"
"What did you do, Ray?"
"I didn't do shit!"
Bishop stood up. "It's alright! Settle down! The breaker just flips out every now and then. It's normal. Niko!"
"Ugh. On it!"

Jim took a breath. The room was nearly pitch black but he was able to make out the outline of Bishop's handgun laying on the table. The pistol was starting to look very friendly right now. Tempting. His pay was right there on the table. I can take 'em on. He reached for the gun slowly, getting ready to trigger his speed module before their eyes readjusted. Before he could though Bishop had already swept it off the table and had it pressed against Jim's visor. "You lying motherfucker! Niko! Hurry up with that power!"

Romano felt himself get thrown back into the seat. "I had nothing to do with this!"
"Not the power, you idiot. You think I don't see you reaching for my piece?" The other two thugs started to crowd around from behind the couch, weapons ready. Ray simply backed off. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life. You and your employers. Niko! Where's my powe--!" Just then, Niko came crashing back first through the door he had just left, propelled by another figure who was holding him by the collar of his chest plate.

Bishop and his thugs whipped around and started firing. Niko's body absorbed the rounds thrown at their intended target. Just as the first thug started to reload, a barrel came around from the lifeless human shield and made a quick sweep across their part of the room with suppressed weapons fire. Twenty rounds later, Ray, Bishop and one thug were hitting the ground. Romano had nearly been saved by his helmet, but the round took a good chunck out of the alloy and still had enough force to knock him to the ground. The last thug, scrambling to hold his wounded shoulder, was having trouble getting out of the room.

Romano took off his helmet and wiped the blood from his brow struggling to see the attacker. The newcomer approached the injured thug from behind as he tried to get to the door. The assassin was clearly wearing armor. Jim couldn't tell by the silhouette what kind it was, but he sure was geared up in something. He saw the guy pull a rebar from the magnetic holster on his back and then drive it into the man's spine.

Romano just stayed down and watched, hoping that it wouldn't see him. "Bishop!" the lookout called from the other side of the door, "You okay in there?!" The figure didn't move. It just faced the door in a ready stance. "Bishop?" Light intruded into the room as the door slowly began to crack open. Jim could see the barrel of the guard's weapon slowly sweeping the room, following the door. The assassin didn't waste a second as soon as he saw the armored hand, keeping his boot on the door as he slammed it shut on the thug's arm. He then emptied the rest of his magazine through the door and let the body fall on the other side.

Jim had had enough. He reached for his arm to trigger his speed mod. Fuck this city. He shot up with with blinding speed and bolted for the door, hoping to knock out the assailant with his momentum in the process. The dark surely had his escape covered. It was not the case. Just as he got a clear image as to what attacked them, he felt the stock of an SMG clothesline him by the chest. His escape had only caused him more pain. A black gloved hand grabbed hold of Jim's chest plate and began dragging him out of the complex. Just as he was released, thrown behind the trunk of his own car, Romano made the mistake of trying to flee again. An armored kick to his gut turned him over, leaving him looking up at the black image of a Helljumper holding his armor mod in one hand and a suppressed M7 in the other. "Dear God" were the only words he managed before blacking out from the bottom of the man's heel.
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(This is a horror story I wrote a couple of years ago, and it was written for a bunch of girls at a sleepover so it's not that good...But I might as well post it.)
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It was a sunny, summer day and the weather was amazing. Amy, Daisy, Emma and Rose were chatting about various things, ranging from their holidays("Paris was amaaaazing!"), school ("I can't believe they're already giving us essays!"), and guys ("Omg, Raven's grown up so much this summer, he's gorgeous now!). Ambroise and Guillaume, who were the local thugs decided they were bored of kicking round a little boy's football and thought it would be fun to taunt the girls a little. Everyone knew about the house of Colly's history. It's previous owners had dissapeared twenty years ago, and since, the house has grown wild, and everyone likes to say it's haunted. Ambroise, who was very pale, began to tell stories of screams heard during the night, freaking the girls out.
Thankfully, at that moment Raven, who had hated the guys from the day he'd met them, intervened. "If you're so tough, I dare you to go into it, tonight, 10 pm?" Guillaume agreed, and the duo left, grinning, a slightly hungry look on their face.

At five to ten that night, the girls and Raven met, to witness the completion of the dare. The church began to toll 10 o'clock when Guillaume and Ambroise appeared. Laughing, they both entered the house. Several moments of silence followed, and the five began to grow restless. Eventually, Raven decided to find out what they were up to. He half walked, half ran into the building. The girls looked at eachother, then all winced as a blood curling, icy, petrifying scream tore the air. Daisy, who was certain it was a joke of some sort, walked in, despite the protests of her friends. Thump, thump, bang. To the remaining three, it sounded like someone was being knocked against the walls.
Emma, who was Daisy's best friend, was crying, shaking, and followed, wanting to believe it was a joke. Rose and Daisy glanced at eachother, silently agreeing to enter together. Both jumped in surprise as leathery, flapping wings surrounded the house, and entering through the shattered windows. After five minutes, the sky was thick with wings again, as the bats exited.

Both girls stood up and walked towards the house. Neither considered calling the police, and Rose didn't notice as Amy tripped, her foot ensnared by a thorny bush. Amy heard the door open, and creak close. Closer than before, she could hear footsteps, a muffled yell, and a loud crack, probably a bone. Tears streaked down Amy's face as she got up, and walked down the path to the house of Colly.
The thorn bushes may have once held rose, but now, in the streetlight, they seemed to reach out, trying to trip the limping Amy. Closer, she could see the cracks in the concrete, where the ivy had grown to begine to cover the house, the hole in the porch...and the door, which was ancient, full of woodlice, but had a handle that had obviously been used. Amy took hold of this same handle and opened the door, and surpressed a scream at what she saw, wishing she'd thought to call the police.

Raven lay, frozen on the floor, an expression of pure fear on his definitly dead face. It looked like that's what he'd died of. Ame's eyes drifted away from him, and she noticed a pool of crimson liquid. She followed it's trail, to Daisy, who's skull had been smashed against she wall, leaving a sickening mess, making Amy wretch. Hoping it would make her feel better, her eyes fell on the stairs, and she noticed that Emma, who was almost constantly blushing, was white, apart from the thousands of puncture wounds covering every centimetre of her body. Amy looked around, looking for Rose, Guillaume, and Ambroise. Her eyes followed the staircase upwards, to the chandelier, and Rose's body hung from it like on a gallow. But the bullies were nowhere in sight. Amy's hand reached for her mobile, but an icy hand grabbed it, accompanied by an equally icy voice, that was Guillaume's.
"Foolish, foolish child, were you really looking for us. If I had been you, I would have run the instant Raven entered and screamed." He spun her round, and she realised he was a vampire, with a bloated body, pale white and red eyes, looking hungry. He continued, as Ambroise, ghost like stepped into view. "Poor Raven died of fright, silly boy, entering as we transformed, Daisy insisted on dying instead of joining us, and Ambroise decided that smashing her against the wall was suitable. Emma refused to believe they were real, so she started up the stairs, so I called my friends. And then," He paused, looking up, as Ambroise took hold of Amy's face, forcing her to look at him, through him, to make her believe. "Well, we couldn't just waste this rope, could we?"
Ambroise laughed, as Amy crumpled to the floor, rocking back and forth as tears shook her body. "You, my dear, have always been a favourite of mine." He spoke quietly into her ear, his ghostly voice echoing. "You can become like us, or you can meet a more painful death than your friends." Amy froze...She'd seen the torture inflicted on her friends, and didn't want that. Wouldn't it be simpler to just obey, to follow them.
"I'll..b-become l-like you." She said quietly, and Guillaume laughed before swooping down and biting her thorax. Amy doubled over in pain.
"Stupid girl. You choose to endure 5 hours of agony to become like a zombie, and allow us to do whatever we wish for the rest of eternity than die in a few seconds?"

Raven, Rose, Daisy and Emma weren't seen again, but Guillaume, Ambroise and Amy all returned to school, and acted like normal teenagers. Amy seemed to rely on those two to speak for her, and a dead look filled her eyes. Until, every night, they would return to the House of Colly, because they had to. And every night, Amy's shreaks echoed around the neighbourhood.

(I know, it's not that good, but it's slightly better read alloud in the pitch black in the middle of the night. I wrote it when I was 11)
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[That was eerie...though fr something written at eleven that's pretty good. When I started in Highschool I sucked horribly. Not bad.]
[Anyway, part 2 of the first thing I posted. Some of you guys might recognize the style of it. I kinda used a similar chain of events for my character in Abnormals.]

Alex Krone stood motionless in front of an unconscious James Romano, arms folded waiting for the man's reaction to having been tied to a chair in the middle of a dark warehouse compartment. He didn't want to force him awake, risking it'd probably start him them off on a bad note, making it harder to get any answers from him. Plus the shock of being hit again would cause him to lose focus before they even got on topic. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"
"It's me. Kev."
"You've got a key."

Alex could hear a sigh on on the other side of the door before Kevin unlocked it and entered. "Sorry it took me so long. I had to respond to a call at Mickey's. I didn't even get a chance to change out of my med gear."

"It's fine, you didn't miss much."
Kevin looked over at their guest. "He's not dead is he?"
Alex shook his head. "No. He's still our problem. Found this on him though when I dragged him out." He held up the armor modification. "Kept it intact. Thought maybe we could get some money for it."
"Hell, we could use that."
"I don't think so. I'm no techie but I can tell you that your armor isn't going to take it very well."
"No shit. I had that thing since I served in Voi. The life support system doesn't even work anymore. I'm talking about your civilian six."
"That won't stand a chance in this line a work. I'm better off with this."

Romano finally started to come to. He looked away from the light being emitted by a solitary light bulb dangling above his head and focused on his feet. Surprisingly, the dealer only struggled for a moment before realizing that it was no use. Odds were he probably had been in the same kind of situation before. James finally brought his gaze up at his two captors. "I would threaten you but after tonight's events I don't think it'd do me much good either way."

"No it wouldn't." Kevin said.
"And bribery is off the table too." Alex stepped over to a table he had set up not far from where Romano was sitting. On top of the table was the dealer's case of stimpacks along with only about half of the payment he was supposed to collect. "You've already given us enough to keep you alive for now. We'll need more though if you want us to let you go."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jim replied with a laugh. "You killed our customers, robbed me blind of everything that was actually worth a damn and booted me in the face before dragging me into the middle of nowhere. By now you've already got my employers looking for their stolen goods and your sorry asses."

"Actually," Kevin corrected, "they're probably looking for you. You're the only one that hasn't shown up dead at that place. And with both their 'goods' and intended fee missing, their only option is to get their answers from you. For all they know, you killed your customers and ran off with everything for yourself."

Romano's face went blank. This guy had a point. No matter much he wanted to believe that cavalry was on its way, nothing was going to happen. There were no witnesses from what he could remember. His word was the only credibility for convincing his suppliers that it was a third party. "So what's it going to be?"
James shut his eyes and shook his head. "Goddammit...alright, what do you want to know?"

"Employers," Krone said, "Who are they?"
"I don't know."
"Where the hell supplies you then?"
"A bunch of places. Clubs, shops, backroom kinds of suppliers. Shit like that. they're mostly run by common thugs. Hell, sometimes just people looking to make some money."
"That doesn't make much sense. How would they get their hands on stims."
"I'm telling you the truth."
"Alright, how do you play in then?"

"Someone wants to place an order; they talk to a middleman about what they want and how things are going to get priced along with where they want it to happen. The voice, as I call him, relays the terms he discussed to the employers, who notify the assigned supplier that I'm going to make a pick-up of X amount of stims. Every deal, I get a call from a supplier's location closest to the place where it goes down. I pick up the order, deliver it to customers, get the fee, bring it back to the pick-up's location. I get my cut, he gets his, the employers get the remaining seventy percent of the deal."

"So," Alex said as he inspected one of the stimpacks. "The employers supply the 'suppliers' who in turn supply you with the stims needed to make the deal." James nodded. "And the 'Voice' is the only one who knows who your employers are?"
"Yeah, that's why we call him the voice. He...speaks on their behalf."
"Okay, if someone wants to make a deal, how do they get a hold of him?"
"Any way you would get a hold of someone you didn't know unless you already had one of his numbers. Hell I don't even know if it's just one guy. I've never even actually seen his face."

"What happens if someone gets ripped off?"
"If it's them, then the employers wanted them to get ripped off and there's nothing they can do about it. If it's us or the employers, then well...heh, let's just say someone's gonna come knocking. Happened a while back I heard. Dealer got shot in the face when the thugs didn't want to pay up. Their bodies were on the morning news the next day. And none of us are dumb enough to steal. They send professionals after your ass."

"So there's more than just you dealing this?" Romano nodded. "How did you get involved in the first place?"

"Five years ago. Someone who was in on the whole stim trafficking overheard a one of my sob stories in a bar and after a few sympathetic exchanges I find myself getting a call, asking if I'd be interested in earning a little more cash. If you want to get in on this thing then you have to ask around or just luck in on it."

"Luck?" Krone unfolded his arms. "You think you're lucky to be selling this shit on the streets?"
"Hey, I'm making the credits I need."
"You're also killing this city."
"They're combat stims. Christ you're making me sound like a narc dealer."

"Yes," Kevin said, "And what are combat stimulants used for?"

Romano lowered his head for a second. "Oh, right..." Krone let his hands fall at his sides in frustration. "Hey, look. I'm just a middleman, alright? Even less of a fucking middleman than the Voice. At least he knows what the hell is going on."
"Is that all you know?"
"Yes." Krone knew James was lying. Besides, he didn't usually ask those kind of questions without already knowing the answer.
"You've got pick-up locations memorized by now after five years. Lie to me again."
"Shit. Come on, man."
"I've already decided to let you go. But do you think you're going to last out there? These credits," he said while waving a hand over the table, "are your lifeline. You're dead if you try to go back empty handed. If you want these, then you'll have to cough up the places where you pick up your orders. Besides you owe me."
"What?!"
"That blackout where you made the deal wasn't caused by me. It actually was a failure in the breaker. You screwed yourself over reaching for that gun and I bailed you out of that."

"Goddammit!" James threw himself back angrily, rocking his chair a few inches out of place. "This is such crap!" Alex picked up a notepad which made a hollow smack against the concrete floor as he tossed it to Romano. He sighed. "You guys suck."

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When I finally get around to posting mine, is it ok if I just post the link to each chapter thingy?
>.< And, I need to start reading those before they get even longer. XD
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QUOTE (Natamari. @ May 17 2010, 11:24 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
When I finally get around to posting mine, is it ok if I just post the link to each chapter thingy?
>.< And, I need to start reading those before they get even longer. XD

Oh yeah, absolutely. That works too. In fact if you've got a profile on fanfic.net or deviantart or something go ahead an post a link if you want.

And don't worry about mine lol. I'll hold off on posting the next part for a bit. I've still gotta finish a chapter of my main story and get another side piece started so yeah. Plenty of time to catch up lol.
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I have another story coming up set in France....

I'm really tempted to post my fictional slave-trade memoirs at some point, too.

And, The Oro, yours is really good! It reads really well.
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[Thanks! Though I can't take full credit for the setting, if anything it's more of a fan-fic based of a Halo series called Deus Ex Machina. The guy who made it had an okay idea with the setting just that he never really got his series too far off the ground, so I created my own character and drew on a similar concept.]


Krone tapped the notebook that Romano had listed his contacts in against his gloved hand. It was a sizable list but nothing near as much as he expected from a middleman driver. "This is all of them?" Romano nodded, still in his chair sitting in the middle of the room. "Alright then. You're free to go." He picked up half of the drug money from the table and tossed it to Jim, who didn't care to show much of a positive reaction to the amount.
"Woah, wait a second. What about the rest?"
"It's ours now. You best take what you've got and use it to get out of here."
"No no no. Come on. I gave you what you wanted, now give me the rest of the money."
"Can't do that."

Alex could now see Jim trembling. This was becoming harder for him to do now. He didn't like the idea of throwing Romano out in the field for the wolves to find but he was doing the man a favor. "They'll kill me if I don't bring in anything."
"That's why we're giving you half," Kevin said, "Leave this city, go someplace your employers won't find you."
"I--"
"It's the best you're going to get, Romano." Alex opened the door, waving him out.
"You just signed my death warrant."
"You'll be fine." With that, Jim Romano reluctantly left the room, out into the night. Alex looked back at the table. "That's one loose end."
"Hardly taken care of. We should have ghosted him."

Krone shook his head. "Too unsound. We don't want to send a whole sale message just yet." He looked at the tattered gauntlets on his sleeves. "Next order of business..."
"I'd say you're better off modding your Mark six."
"Then I'll need actual plating that can be installed into it along with mods."
"Plenty of both. Especially with the money we pulled from the mystery syndicate's pockets. Besides, you still got your dad's old armor."

Alex leaned against the table. "I don't know. I think that's better in your hands. I kinda owe you for what I put your armor through anyway."
Kevin shook his head. "No. He'd want it to be in your hands. Even if it did mean sacrificing it for our project."
"Alright....alright, let's do it. We have the resources. We just need someone with the know-how who can put everything together. Know any suit modifiers?"

"Know of a couple from local police records. Some guy named Hugo somewhere in D twelve. He's real shady from what I heard. Not much known about him as it is. Another guy, Larson Bonwick. Police have got their eyes on him as of late but I'm sure you can find a work around with that. He's your best bet."
"I'm not really going to have the time for that. I need to get on these locations fast before they know something's up."
"Don't worry then. I'll take care of it and keep you posted on what find with these listed pick up locations. Hoorah?"
"Hoorah."

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The streets of old Chicago were dark, gloomy, and still wet from the rainfall from the previous night. Alex loved the cover for when he was venturing the streets. The downed power sources killed the street lights, leaving him with more darkness to hide in, and the rainfall was a natural clean up for any trace evidence. Footprints, blood spatter patterns, even objects like bullet casings could all be washed away by the rain. Perfect cover.

His only problem was that he felt rather vulnerable going to Roman's pick-up location, seeing as his armor was under maintenance. It didn't matter though. Even though Kevin's vacuum grade ODST gear provided some stealth aspect, there was still a higher comfort level in plain clothes. Unfortunately, they didn't come close to providing as much protection. Everything else about simple fabrics were perfect though. Jet black combat fatigues, practically invisible in shadows, could carry a few pounds of gear. And his trench coat may look rather ominous but when has anyone been stopped for that? The only problem someone might have, if they had seen him that is, is the fact that he's wearing a tactical mask. Again, no protection, just it was enough to hide his face and scare the shit out of the store owner as his body was used to blow the shop door open.

Alex held the man by his throat, keeping his knife gently pressed against his skin for insurance as he entered the store with him. There wasn't anyone else immediately around inside the quick-stop sized building. "You alone?" The man simply nodded over to the back room. Alex listened closely for a minute; sure enough there were voices coming from the other room. The man kept glancing over at the wall over Alex's shoulder. He had finally gotten the hint, when he angled his head around to see a flashing keypad. A silent alarm rigged with a keypad lock.

He turned around and held the man next to it. "Turn it off."
"I-I can't..."
Krone held the knife closer the owner's eye. "Do it or I'll blind you one eye at at time." The man cringed for a moment before reaching over and turning off the alarm. "Thank you," Alex said before choking the man until he passed out.

Next top was the office in the back room. Peering through the door he was able to count two. He kept watching, waiting for an opening, listening to the chatter asthe one paced back and forth with his phone.
"No...no he hasn't shown up...I don't know! Maybe you should ask him yourself, Mister 'I've-got-resources!' You've got a better chance of finding him than I do."

Alex was getting the impression that he was talking to a higher up on the drug chain. Resources weren't something that petty thugs could get so the term stood out to him.
"Well maybe you should've given me someone who was more reliable with making the deal. None of this would have happened had you decided to send one of your own people...What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? 'Not worth our time.' What kinda bullshit is that? It's your merchandise, it's your responsibility and you're telling me that we'd be wasting your time if you sent one of your own? You know what? Fuck this. We're out. Have fun selling your shit on your ow--Oooh! I'm scared! We want out, we're out. You can't do nothing. This is our town."

There was the distinctive ching of a phone being slammed back in its station. "Get out there, go find Al. Tell him he can have his store back. We're done with this shit."

As soon as the second started to walk toward the door, Alex braced himself, wound up, and bashed the door into the man's face. Breaching the room was easy now that only one remained. The first, he didn't need to be a paramedic to tell that his neck was broken from the impact. The other went for the sidearm that was resting on the table next to his phone, but he didn't get very far after Krone severed one of the tendons in his hand with the edged end of his blade.

[Gah. Ran out of time writing this one.]
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Alex tightened his grip on the thug's neck, pulling him to the center of the room. "The stims. Everything you know. Right now."

The man struggled in the death grip on his throat, easing his way out so he could at least talk. "You can't just expect to walk in and get answers out of me like that. At least try asking nicely."

"Fair enough." Krone brought his knee up into the man's gut, dropping him down to about waist level just to give him all four knuckles to the temple. No doubt now the man was starting to get a headache. At least now he'd be trying to focus on thinking rather than the pain itself. He brought him back up by his shirt. "The stims. Where do you get them from?"
"Everwhere" the thug grunted, shaking his head from the pain, "From steel works to grandma's fuckin' bakery. Any place that has a van or truck for shipping can drop this shit off to us. Sometimes even unmarked, no details. Probably a low life who lucked in on the extra bucks."

"I'm not interested in how you get your shipments. I want to know the source."

The guy laughed. "Good luck."
Strike two. Alex threw the man head-first into his flat screen display. "We can do this here or someplace where someone can't hear you scream. Your call."

Bits of bloodied glass scattered over the floor as Krone pulled the guy's head from the screen. He wiped the droplet of blood from his goggles after it was coughed out onto him. A streak of red flowed down the side of the man's face as he stammered to get his next words out.

"W--we---we get them from the industrial sector..." He spat a wad of blood and spit onto the floor and continued. "Warehouses mostly. Any discrete location that The Employers feel comfortable running their shipments. I don't know any more about where they come from after that."

"The Employers. Who are they?"

"Come on, spilling my guts further just ain't worth the trouble."

Alex felt comfortable enough to reply to that by slamming the man's face into his own phone as it rested on the desk. He tried to look back up at Alex but was given another right hook to the head, which caused it to rebound back into the desk a second time. Once he had enough, he brought the man back to eye level.

"The Employers," Alex repeated, "Who're they?"

"You don't get it...No one knows...I don't even know. Hell, I'm not even sure if the voice fucking knows. They got the guy so wound up like a spring he just doesn't say anything to anyone 'cept for business."

"Last question."

"No," he said, stopping Krone. He already knew what his next question was going to be. "I don't know who the voice is, I don't want to know who the fucker is and I sure as hell can't arrange a meeting with him even if we were still on speaking terms. You're on your own, kid."

Krone tightened his grip on the man's throat just enough for the criminal to get the point as he eased him to the ground by his throat. "You deal combat stimulants in this city, do business with the worst kind of low and you get your supplies from faceless providers. I have more reasons to kill you than to let you go but it makes no difference. Just one thing." He held his knife out above the man for emphasis. "You ever start dealing again, you will end up missing."

The man looked up at him, wide eyed. "Sure...I get myself in this kind of situation again I'll shoot myself and leave no mysteries for this world."

With that, Alex left the store and vanished back into the night. He put his earpiece in and connected to his phone. "Kev. I'm done here."
"Find anything?"
"A dead end. How's it going with that armor?"
"Our boy Lars just got started on it. He's not normally use to making a new style of suit from scratch like this so he said it'll take a bit longer than usual."
"How long can it be? He's really just combining the two."
"Yeah, but some things aren't exactly compatible with each other when you look at the two classes of armor."
"How long?"
"Five days, tops."
"That's not so bad. I'll probably be needing your gear for the next couple of runs then."

"Ugh...you might as well just fucking keep it, man..."
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Those are awesome....I already said, I love horror stories in Abnormals. And, Immo, I hope you write more of them. ^w^
And Oro, I can't wait to read more of yours. O.o And you were right, an rp in that setting would be awesome.

-.- I fiiiiiiiiiinally finished the first part of mine. Is kind of suckish and rushed, buuut, blah. XD
http://www.fanfictio...1/King_of_Celes


This is the lullaby that will be in it a few times throughout the story. >.< I don't want you to think I wrote the song. XD
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Oh crap, I never thought about my fan-fic account. I added your story to my alert list. I really liked it, it was pretty deep. I kinda laughed though at the one line. "It isn't a part without sake!" It's funny because a character in one of my Halo stories usually drinks sake after engagements. One thing I noticed though, is that you like to use ellipses quite a bit in your writing. In dialogue that's fine as long as you're not replacing every moment where a comma can be used instead. In the narrator's voice though, you don't want to use it at all too much. But other than that, I can't wait for the next chapter.

Anyway. Yeah, if anybody's got a fanfiction account or anything like that, feel free to link your works if you like.

Speaking thus, this is something that I wrote for my high school's fine arts magazine before I graduated. I was surprised to see it get published in the small community that we were, but of course I didn't get any money off of it otherwise I would've been facing a huge law-suit lol.

http://www.fanfictio...Mad_b_bMinute_b
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Lol. Arigatou...I really really thought it would suck, because that chapter is rushed. I just wanted to get the beginning out of the way, lol. >.< And sake rules!...Even though I purchased the wrong kind, and it tastes weird. -.- (Dry sake.)
XD And I had to look up ellipses because I'm stupid. >.< Thank you for pointing that out. I noticed that I do it a lot in the rp's and try to cut down. The same with the use of things like: 'for a moment' or 'slightly'. I overuse those, too.

And, I added that to favourites. I love the last few paragraphs, where everything slows down. XD Before I started reading your stories, I wasn't really into war/military stories.
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>_< Yeah, dry sake just nearly kills the nerves in my tongue lol. I guess that's the point of it if you're having sake with sushi, cleanse your taste buds before trying something else lol. Although if it's given a certain flavor I can kinda tolerate it.

And thanks for favoriting my story. Even though I'm working on something bigger, I still hold a lot of pride in that one. It was like a pinnacle moment for me in writing to finally put so much effort into something. Every step with writing was taken before I put that online. First draft, proof read, revision. I mean there are still a few questionable bits in there but I feel I've come some ways with it. Like with your story, I can see that you put more effort into that than you did in some RPs. Many reasons for that but it's writing practice all the same.

Speaking of which, this is my other story, which is still in the works. Not sure if you'll like this one as much because it's kinda got a more military feel to it because of some protocol-based behavior in some characters. That will wear off a bit though because they adapt to their new situations.

http://www.fanfictio...iem_for_Mombasa

If you need any kind of back-up with the imagery or anything, just check out these vids. They're pretty much what it's based off of, only with my own cast of characters with their own plot.




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(Both of your fan fics were great. My new Horror story is actually very slow right now, but it's almost finished, promised. And it might be rather confusing, as it's written in first person.)

Nat: I loved your start, it's already looking great. I also loved how you used the lullaby to move on time, that was a really good idea. I agree with Oro though, slight abuse of ellipses. But for the rest it was great.

Oro: I liked warstories before I read your stuff, but I only liked them set in the future. Yours have made me like ones in the present. They're really well written...

And, a small extract from mine: "We looked at various things…well, I did, but she texted. The only place she was actually interested was when I pointed out the fake wall, which looked like the rest of the wall because it had been painted really well. The way I had first spotted it was the handle. It wouldn’t have stood close inspection, but a sweeping glance would not have spotted it. " I actually saw this door in the church of Provins, and it inspired this story. I'll post it when it's finished, which should be this morning or tomorrow.
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(My bad, double post...Oh wells. I finished the story, though it's pretty awful up until the end.)

In France, there is a small town called Provins, and in that town is a church, and in that church is a secret door which hasn’t been opened for years…

I sighed, wondering why my parents had decided to host a girl this year. I mean, what was the point? She would be there for the week, and she was probably a snobby English Hockey player. How am I meant to do my studies with her around? My parents won’t even watch the hockey. I sat in the car, on the way to pick her up. If she had more than one suitcase I’d leave it there, I don’t care how bad an example that would be for my younger sister.
We arrived, and instantly, I saw the group of hockey girls, with their suitcases and hockey sticks, all waiting to be collected. My mother stepped out, and when I refused to follow, she rapped her knuckles against the window irritably, and, sighing, I opened the car door and stepped out. A brunette stepped forward, and smiled at my parents in a suck-up-ish way. It bugged me so much, it took a heck of a lot of effort to keep smiling.

Once we got home, she put her things on her bed and just walked into my study, where all my books and models were. I’m fascinated by the history of planets, looking through the layers in the ground to find out its history. But, I also enjoy mythology books. This is like, my space where no one else is allowed! What right did she have? She looked at a few of my specimens, but turned to me after a few seconds. “Pierre, right? I’m Hannah.” She said quietly. I nodded sharply, as I continued to read the local myth. It was about a white Cat, with blue eyes, who ate all the meat off its human victims, and left fat people alone. This Cat only came out on the equinox, the twelve hour day, which was coincidentally tomorrow. But, when that day ended, it disappeared, until next year. “What are you reading, Pierre?” She had sat on my desk! “Get off my desk.” I mumbled angrily, and she complied, while rolling her eyes. “It’s funny how we’re both sixteen, but we’re so different. Hey, you have a really cute French accent, though.”
“Mon dieu.” I muttered. “It’s one of the local myths, like a Halloween story.”
She-…Hannah sighed, clearly bored. “Will you take me sight-seeing tomorrow? Please!!!!”
Her voice was irritating, whiny. “I will take you to the local church, which is all, ok?”
“Oh, but that’s so boo-ring!” She complained, and left, to my eternal delight.

And with her, it was! I love looking round the church, usually, but with her, it was all rushed. I told her how they hadn’t built far enough because they’d run out of money. She yawned. We looked at various things…well, I did, but she texted. The only place she was actually interested was when I pointed out the fake wall, which looked like the rest of the wall because it had been painted really well. The way I had first spotted it was the handle. It wouldn’t have stood close inspection, but a sweeping glance would not have spotted it. “Let’s go in.” Hannah whispered excitedly, and I groaned. But, I couldn’t help myself; I looked around and noticed no one else. A creaking of a rock door sounded behind me. “Merde! What do you think you’re doing?” I said, and noticed she’d opened the door enough for us to squeeze through. So we did.

Once my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I noticed a staircase. An irritating light came from Hannah, and I noticed she was using her mobile as a torch. “Come on.” She said, before heading down the stairs. I followed her warily, but it opened into a room with three coffins. “Well, this is spooky…” Hannah commented quietly. Then she laughed, and sat on one of the coffins. I turned away, irritated, but when I heard a scream, I spun round again, and looked at the hole in the wood of the coffin, and the absence of Hannah.

I ran forwards and expected her to pull herself out…after all, it was just a coffin. But she didn’t, so I looked down the hole, expecting to see Hannah at the bottom, covered in bones. There were no bones, there was no Hannah, and there was a slight drop, about two metres down. “Merde, Hannah, how do you expect to get up from there?” I called down. She laughed, and yelled up “By following this passage, come on chicken.”
“Zut” I jumped down the hole, but lost my balanced, and landed on my knees hard. I allowed Hannah to lead; despite the fact her light was just her mobile. After about half an hour, we approached a door, and when I opened it, I was half blinded by the light that came to greet us. After our eyes adjusted, we realised we were on a field. A white Cat, with almost no fur, was watching us from the other end of the field.

“And where have you two been?” My mother asked, her English not near as fluent as mine, struggling. Hannah was about to launch into an explanation, but I spoke first. “I was a little carried away by the church. Desolee.” My mother rolled her eyes, and returned to her cooking.

“Les moines ont fermé à clef vers le haut de l'église, une première dans l'histoire récente. Habituellement, l'église dans notre petite ville de Provins est ouverte de divers touristes qui visitent notre ville. Si tout va bien une plaisanterie sur le monastère la pièce de s, là ont été cinq cris perçants différents rapportés pour venir de l'église. Les théories sont au loin écartées et ludricous.” I was listening to the local radio, when Hannah came in. “What did that say?” I told her that they’d locked the church, still working on my essay.
“Well, there’s one way to get in, isn’t there?” She said quietly.

We arrived at the field, and I wasn’t sure why I agreed to this. Anyway, we entered the shed slowly, unsure of what we’d see. This time, I’d thought to bring a torch, so we could see. At the end of the tunnel, Hannah screamed loudly, and pointed at the five lumps of fat. Five brains. Hannah threw up, and was shaking, and I thought I was going to. A story floated into my mind, one of a white Cat and the equinox…A Cat that ate everything apart from fat. Hannah had also brought her hockey stick, which she used to scramble up, out of the coffin, before helping me.

A white Cat, with significantly more fur than before, was scratching at the door, trying to unleash itself on the people of Provins. Then it turned, saw us, and we ran. We ran through a door, up a staircase. We were trapped, but hopefully we could keep the Cat away for as long as possible. Then, Hannah said “We’re in the bell tower.” The clock read quarter to mid night. Thank god, that Cat would be gone. I ran, ducking under the beams of wood, until I heard a scream. Hannah, the fit, sporty brat was lying on the floor, and the Cat lunged at her face. She screamed once more, a ringing, piercing scream that followed me as I turned away, one that haunted me for the rest of my life, and tried to get myself as far from the Cat and what remained of the English brat. I heard a hiss behind me, and I turned, and saw a thousand red fangs surrounded by white fur…

Exactly 364 days and 12 hours later, an archaeologist asked for the fake door to be opened. When it was opened, a Cat with almost no fur sat on the central coffin, waiting for him. How do I know? Because I am part of the Cat. I, Pierre, am a single strand of fur on this Cat. I was originally one thousand strands of fur, but the way of the Cat is to remove all of a person, apart from their pain. And fear.

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@ Oro. Lol. *Remembers to buy normal sake next time.*
And Something about the end of that story just really got me, lol. When everything slowed down, I could almost see it all happening. sad.gif Did they all die?
And, I saw that story too, when I looked on your profile...But it was too late to start reading because I was half asleep. XD I'll start reading it either tonight or tomorrow. I'm reading another fanfic atm, though. One which I started in February/March, and am only on chapter six part two, of. >.< The chapters are really long, though.

@ Immo. I was really hesitant about moving time on with the lullaby, because I didn't know if I'd be able to pull it off without making it suck really bad. XD I was originally going to do little scenes in between the song, like their birthdays, and divide the song up into eight parts...But that probably wont have worked. And I'm trying not to use too many ellipses in chapter two. ^w^

And I love that story. I actually started to get a little creeped out when they first went through the door. XD I was like: OMGAH! Some big scary thing is going to come flying out. lol.


Oh...And, because I'm really bored, I decided to post pictures of all the main characters in my fanfic.

Fai and Yuui...But their hair is longer. Not right down to the ground as it is in the manga, but just over shoulder length.
http://i171.photobuc...twinspngmv7.png

Kurogane. (The little one. ^w^ Aw he looks EXACTLY like his dad when he's older. XD) >.< Only picture I could find of baby Kuro-Sama.
http://i205.photobuc...Tsubasa/002.jpg

Older. (You obviously already know but the picture is adorable and -.- And obviously there's growing up in between.)
http://i738.photobuc...FaiKurogane.jpg

Emeraude.
http://i134.photobuc...s13x264AAC3.png

Kohaku.
http://i615.photobuc...20N_3/68445.jpg

Ashura.
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Chii.
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Chitose.
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Watanuki.
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Yuuko.
http://i816.photobuc...ko_Ichihara.jpg

Tomoyo.
http://i541.photobuc...asa/Tomoyo1.jpg

Kobato (the girl) and Ioryogi (the dog.)
http://i134.photobuc...4bmkv-00009.png

Hideki.
http://i999.photobuc...suwa/hideki.jpg

Doumeki.
http://i150.photobuc...eki_profile.png

Himawari.
http://i554.photobuc...holic244my8.png

Maru (blue hair) and Moro (pink hair.)
http://i261.photobuc...nchu/109xk1.jpg

Mokona.
http://i705.photobuc...BASA_056756.jpg

Seishiro.
http://i148.photobuc...cle/thatguy.jpg

Kyle.
http://i238.photobuc...le/DrKyle01.jpg

>.< Sorry. XD You don't have to click on all/any of those...I just got really really bored. It's not really important.
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Immo, as soon as I finished reading your story, I heard my cat howl from one floor beneath me. And it scared the living hell out of me. That was one of the eeriest short stories I've ever read. Nice job on that. I really liked it. Though I hate to admit I don't feel too bad for Hannah.
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Haha, I scared the hell out myself writing it, because our neighbours have a white cat, and I think it's an albino or something, so i has red eyes. I wrote the first draft in the garden, and it jumped onto the trampoline minutes after I decided to make the monster a white cat.
And...thank you...at the risk of sounding big headed, I think it was one of my better pieces.

Next one's gonna be a clown one, sorry.
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