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prepslayer — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:20:33 GMT

okay, i have read all of the books that i can find that interest me. right now i am reading the book blood and chocolate. what book should i read next?

Chapter Three-- New Friend

WorldXSoXCold — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:45:08 GMT

Chapter Three-- New Friend.

As I walked with Atreyu... I grew increasingly curious about what his eyes looked like. He had really bad skater hair. Not bad in the �bed head� context. More like, really preserved skater hair, extremely shaggy and in his eyes.
We rounded a corner and the sun shown on our faces. It bothered my eyes a lot. I shielded them with my hand for a split second. That�s when a white puffy cloud blocked it partially. As if on cue, Atreyu flipped his bangs out of his eyes. The irises were a warm chocolate brown, framed with long black lashes. He was a really pretty boy. Funny saying that, but he was. He was tall, thin, dark haired, dark eyed, and ivory skinned. I swore, his skin was almost as white as mine.
We started nearing the group again. I looked at Atreyu�s watch inconspicuously. It said it was five p.m. That was an hour after we�d met.
�C�mon Lucy! Time to go!� Wraith called once I was in sight.
�Coming!� I called back.
�We�ll get there soon enough.� Atreyu said calmly, then laughed.
�Wanna race?� I asked.
�Sure! Let�s go!�
I stepped of to run, and was there in a millisecond. I crashed into Wraith with a loud thud. Wraith and I managed to stay afoot. But I left Atreyu standing dumbfounded.
�Sorry!� I shouted. �I didn�t know I was so fast in this form! I�m just a newbie you know!�
�That�s okay!� He yelled back and started running toward me.
Once he got to me, he was huffing and puffing.
�Ha! I thought you were more fit that that!� I laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder. �Buck up, ya wussie.� I teased.
�Oh.... Shut up...� He said between gasps of breath, then smiled up at me.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
�Real mature, Lu.� Said Ambrosia. �Though I couldn�t have picked on my baby brother better.� She smiled.
�Shut up! I�m not the baby! Rose is!� Atreyu exclaimed defensively.
�Ha!� Ambrosia laughed. �I�m twenty, you�re seventeen, and Rose is fifteen. You�re both babies to me.� She laughed.
�Well...� Wraith began. �Lucy and I have to go.� We started to walk off.
�Wait!� Atreyu yelled. �Will you come back tomorrow?�
Wraith looked at me. Then looked at Atreyu.
�She can. I won�t be.� He said simply. �Come on, Lucy.�
Wraith and I walked back to our house, and entered the door.
�What was that back there?� I asked, referring to his cold disposition toward Atreyu.
�Nothing, dear. Why?� He asked.
�You seemed, like, mad at Trey or something.�
�Trey?�
�Atreyu.� I corrected myself.
�Oh, well... He�s not really my most favorite person.� Wraith confirmed my suspicion.
�I see...� I lied. I didn�t really understand why Wraith likes Ambrosia... But not Atreyu.
�No, you don�t.� Wraith said acidly through his teeth. �Atreyu�s a big flirt when it comes to meeting new girls. He�ll build you up then break you down. I�ve seen it time and time again.� I felt my eyes widen as Wraiths words spilled out.
�Just, promise me you won�t get in too deep with that kid. If you do... You�ll get hurt, badly.� He said.
�I... I promise.� I confirmed. I honestly didn�t notice anything bad at all about Atreyu. He seemed like a very nice boy... Then again, a lot of them seem like that in the beginning.
We had our eyes set on Wraiths house a few minutes later. When we headed inside I sat at the table and read the newspaper, all ready open and spread about over the table mat.

Woman says Reaper population is getting out of hand.

�Uh, Wraith. Did you read this yet?�I looked up at him.
�Yes, I did. Just a bunch of pish-posh nonsense if you ask me.� Wraith replied. �There�s only... Maybe ten Reapers in this town. Fifty in the state of Massachusetts.�
�That�s not many to fret over is it?� I asked curiously.
�No, but some newborns cause a lot of deaths. If they don�t have any one to guide them. Speaking of which, I�m going to take you for your first feed tonight.� He claimed.
�Okay.� I agreed simply, I didn�t feel like arguing with him.
Wraith sat across from me.
�Have you been having any strange dreams of your previous life?� Wraith questioned seriously.
�No, not that I know of.� I replied.
�No sudden remembrance, or feeling you�ve seen some of this before?�
�No, none.� I smiled.
�Okay, then we shouldn�t have anything to worry about for now.� He breathed in and out, relieved.
I smiled softly and watched Wraith walk up stairs into his bedroom.
I�ll see just how much of the truth Wraith is telling me. I thought.
�Wraith!� I called, running up the stairs.
�Yes?� He asked, standing in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower. He had his shirt off all ready and was just standing there. I blushed and turned around.
�Sorry.� I laughed awkwardly.
�That�s fine.� He chuckled. �What is it?�
�Oh, I wanted to see if I can enroll in the high school. Just to meet a few new people.�
�Uh... Sure.� He said hesitantly. �I�ll take you tomorrow and the principle can show you around.�
�Okay.� I smiled excitedly and ran to my room.
I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. I wondered what kind of people I�d meet there, other than Atreyu, Seth, and Bryan. They seemed nice. I didn�t get to talk to them really. I suspected Rose, Atreyu�s younger sister to be there. And that I�d probably have to meet her. Then I thought... How would I do my hair and make up tomorrow? What will I wear?
I went to my closet and rifled through the clothes. I picked out a blue tee shirt that had a strange looking monster on it, some skinny jeans and a pair of checkered shoes that sat at the floor of the closet. I went to my make up box and picked out the make up I�d use for tomorrow. Then I decided to do let Wraith do my hair for tomorrow, if he wanted to.
After I heard Wraith walk out of the bathroom, I decided to take a shower. I looked under the sink and snatched a towel. Then stripped off my clothes and stepped into the still warm water sitting on the marble. I turned on the nozzle and let the hot water shower on my body. I was on edge, really excited about the next day.
I started to sing quietly to myself. Then, once I was clean, I headed off to my room and went to sleep.

Finding Things Out-- Chapter Two.

WorldXSoXCold — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:48:06 GMT

Finding Things Out -- Chapter two

�Well.� Wraith began. �It depends on how far you want to run with it. Say, if you�re low on energy by not very much; you simply put a bare hand on someone. Since you�re only a newborn you�re draining will be much more powerful than mine. After a few weeks it�ll dull down to the point were you won�t have to be as careful... If you want to kill someone- completely drain them, bite them. It doesn�t matter where, mind you, just bury your teeth down in their skin and let the rest happen on its own.�
�Then... Why am I like this... Did I die?!� I started to panic again, while he was massaging the black dye into my scalp.
�Ha! No!� He laughed. �Let me get to the last one!�
�O-okay.� I said with a worried expression.
He chuckled once more, then went on.
�You see, I changed you through a kiss. That�s how you phase someone. A simple kiss can change a life.� He smiled. �But, please... If you decide you want to phase someone, do it on someone you truly like. Maybe even love.�
�So... Did you phase me because you love me?!� I asked shocked.
�No!� He laughed again. �I changed you because I noticed you were having a hard time with your family. And I thought you�d like to be like this... It�s quite wonderful really. Every little thing�s so beautiful... So clear.� Wraith assured me.
I nodded and let him wash the dye out of my hair... Then apply the lavender streaks.
�It�ll be so pretty!� He chuckled.
I was beginning to trust Wraith a bit more.
�Wraith... What problems exactly was I having with my family.� I asked.
�Well, dear. You were quite a spark-plug. You�d have arguments over the stupidest things. You ran away a lot. At one point I wouldn�t have been surprised if you tried drugs.�
�Ew�
�Exactly! I saw you were dating older guys... That really wasn�t healthy, Lu.� Wraith said.
�It doesn�t sound it.� I claimed in disgust. �I don�t remember a lot.�
�I didn�t remember a lot either. Still don�t.� He smiled.
�But how did you know I was having problems?� I asked.
�Well... I actually didn�t live far from you. We used to go to elementary and junior high school together. But, at those times you were always the popular girl and didn�t pay attention to me.� He claimed.
�So how old are you?� I asked with wide eyes.
�I�m eighteen... Forever.� He said. �Reapers don�t age. Don�t die. And don�t wither away emotionally.�
�I see.� I said.
I�d better get used to this form then... Being seventeen forever. I thought.

After another hour or so, my dye job was perfected. Now he had to cut it. Wraith snatched the scissors in one hand, and a rat-tail comb in the other. I closed my eyes, expecting the worst.
�Done!� He exclaimed after a few minutes of snipping. �Well, the cutting.� He chuckled. �I want to style it for you, after that we can go to meet my friends.�
I nodded and sat still and let him style it.
�Okay!� He seemed excited. �Open your eyes now!�
I opened them and sucked in a gasp of air. I looked beautiful. My hair was jet black on top, and the longer thinner parts that came down past my breasts had light purple streaks in it. I looked like a scene model!
�Now I want to do your makeup.� He whined. I smiled.
�Do it!�
He snatched a big case of assorted make up. I looked at him strangely .
�What? I had to get stuff for you. So I got everything you seemed to need for makeup.� Wraith said defensively. �Don�t question my man-hood.� He laughed.
He bent over me and did every little thing to my appearance he could to shape me to his liking.
�Perfect!�
I looked in the mirror, and for once, liked what I saw. I liked my makeup and hair A LOT now.

�Aw. She�s pretty.� Said a foreign voice once Wraith and I got to the park. I looked around to see who said it.
�Hi. I�m Atreyu.� Said a boy. I estimated he was about seventeen or eighteen. Somewhere around my age.
�Lucy.� I introduced.
�Lucy. This is... Atreyu, Seth, Ambrosia, Jessie, Bryan, and Alexia.� Wraith said, pointing to each person when their name came up.
I looked at each of them, they all looked like scene kids, and punks. I smiled at them and waved.
Wraith walked toward Ambrosia and started talking to her. Leaving Alexia and Seth, and Jessie and Bryan... And Atreyu and I.
Atreyu walked up to me.
�So, you�re living with Wraith now?� He asked. I glanced at Wraith, he nodded to me. I looked back at Atreyu and nodded.
�Want to go walk around or something?� He asked with a smile.
�Sure.� I smiled softly back. We started walking on the path that that circled the small town park.
I tried to look into Atreyu�s eyes, to see if he was a Reaper too. But he had shaggy hair and it was in his eyes.
�Are you a Reaper like Wraith?� Atreyu questioned.
�Yes, I am... Just a newborn. I�m not really used to this form yet.� I confirmed.
�Awesome! I wish I was a Reaper... It seems so cool.� Atreyu exclaimed.
There�s my answer... Guess he�s not I thought to myself.
�Who else is a Reaper in that group?� I asked.
�Uh... My sister, Ambrosia... And that�s it.� He said. �Ambrosia�s creator kissed her and left her to phase on her own. Our family and I recognized her, but she didn�t know who we were in the beginning. We had to coax her into remembering us, baby photos and whatnot.� Atreyu explained. �Do you have any recollection of your previous life?�
�Not really. No.� I replied �I can remember my age, and my favorite things... But not my real name, family, or original location.�
�So... Did you freak out when you saw Wraith?� He asked.
It�s worse than �Interview with a vampire� I thought, laughing to myself a bit.
�I didn�t really freak out... I was kind of scared for a while, I�m beginning to trust Wraith though.� I answered. �What�s your story?� I asked, turning this interview over to him.
�Well... Nothing really interesting. Not like you.� He said. �I used to run away a lot, like, not even funny. I�m the middle child in our family... Ambrosia�s the oldest and Rose is the youngest.� He explained. �And you now how they say �the middle child�s always the one with problems�� He laughed.
�So, did you only run away a lot... Or did you do worse things?� I asked. I felt as if Atreyu trusted me... All ready, we�d only met a few minutes before.
�Well... I would crave attention... So I�d say I was going to kill myself... Or cut myself or hurt myself in any way... Just as long as my mom would give me some attention. Ambrosia had to prep for the college she never went to. Rose was going through that �change�� He chuckled. �Man, I was messed up in the head or something.�
I laughed.
�Wraith said... Before he phased me I was having a hard time with family.� I said. �That I�d run away and date older guys... And just basically get into trouble, all the time.�
�That�s our job as teenagers isn�t it?� He laughed. �To get in trouble.�
I snickered.
�Thats one way to look at it, I guess.� I giggled.

New Creation-- Chapter One.

WorldXSoXCold — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 14:54:28 GMT

[Just So You Know, I'm Not Feeding Off Of Twilight Or Anything e.e" Frankly I'm Sick Of Vampires.]

New Creation-- Chapter One

A kiss on my neck, as cold as death started it all. The memories of my past like became vague... To an extent... Non-existent.
“W.elcome, Lucy.” I heard a deep voice greet.
“Wha- Who?-” I started dizzily.
“Your new name is Lucy. I will tell you the rest after you sleep.” Stated the voice again.
I felt very tired, salvaging what I could get; I curled up in a corner and instantly fell asleep.

A soft kiss lain upon my cheek, brought me through the abyss of sleep.
“Huh?!” I exclaimed “Where am I?!” I asked frantically.
“You’re in my house, the basement actually.” Explained the same voice as earlier.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am your creator, but, you can call me Wraith.” He chuckled. A light flicked on. I could finally see the mystery going by the name of “Wraith” for the first time. He was glorious, in my opinion. He had raven hair, spiked a bit at each end. His eyes were a brilliant green, like a leaf on a tree... Or a blade of grass. His skin was ivory, the palest of pale I’ve ever seen.
“You’re Beautiful.” I said subconsciously.
He smirked at me.
“Ha ha. I’m Beautiful?” He chuckled. “Take a look at yourself.” He rotated a full body mirror.
My eyes looked like his... Like an exact replica. My hair was pretty much the same, from what I could remember; dark brown with bright red chunks and purple highlights... Strange I know. My skin... Just as pale as Wraiths, was flawless; all the scars I’d had before, were gone. Even the one my lip. But, what I had just noticed was, what used to be pupils in my eyes... Were now replaced by slits, like a cat. They weren’t even black! They were blue.
I backed away from the mirror in disbelief.
“What are we? What have I become?” I asked, standing to my feet.
“We are what are called Reapers.” Wraith stated, turning to a bureau, opening the drawer, and rifling through it.
“Like a grim-”
“No, no. Nothing like that.” Wraith interrupted. “After you get out some, you’ll understand. I’ll teach you somethings.” Wraith assured.
“Reapers like us, are crosses between demons and vampires... And we’re aren’t called demon-pires because A- it sounds stupid and b- We don’t have claws or are terribly ugly. But, We do have fangs. However... We don’t drink blood.” Wraith explained.
“Well, how do we survive? Do we eat normally?” I questioned.
“Uh, no.” He said, going to his closet. “We survive by feeding on souls, or a humans energy.” Wraith stated, pulling out a pair of, what looked like really baggy pants and a tee-shirt that said “Escape the fate” across it. I remembered something like that... A band it was, one of my favorites too.
“We’re going to cut and dye your hair too. You all ready have your G.E.D?” Wraith asked.
“Yes.” I nodded. I was seventeen... I got it when I was fifteen.
“Well, come on.” Wraith urged. “Change into that.” He pointed to the curtain behind him. I walked solemnly behind the curtain and undressed and dressed back up in no time... I wondered if being a reaper means you have abnormal speed too.
I walked back out to Wraith. He smirked and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up the creaky stairs and into real light... Well, from the windows anyway. He pulled me into the bathroom and got out two boxes of hair dye. One black, the other lavender.
“Black with light, light lavender streaks in it perhaps?” Wraith suggested. I nodded simply, going along with whatever he had in mind to change my appearance. Because, of course, knowing my parents... My face would be on the front page of every newspaper. The heading ; “Have You Seen This Girl...”
That’s the problem... I couldn’t remember my original name, only the one Wraith had assigned me. I could only remember little things... My age... And my favorite things. That’s it. I couldn’t even remember my original eye color.
“You’re going to have to wear sunglasses until you can find a specific group you’d like to associate with. And gain trust.” Wraith told me, bending me over the small bath tub and wetting my hair to dye it. “Some kids are going to think your eyes are strange. But, I find... Never mind, you look like you hang out with the right kind of kids for your style anyway.”
“You mean the off-beat kids?” I said with a small laugh.
“Yes actually. And that’s the beauty of it. All the girls are going to love your eyes and probably ask, ‘where did you get your contacts?’” He predicted. “And the boys will think you’re super pretty, I’m sure.”
“Ha ha. That’s funny. From what I remember, nobody EVER thought I was all that much to look at.” I chuckled.
“Are you kidding?!” Wraith exclaimed. I shook my head. “Even before I changed you, you were glorious!” He yelled.
I laughed softly and let him do whatever to my hair, chattering away about god-knows-what. I wasn’t paying much attention. He can tell me the important things later.
“Oh. And we’re going out to the park today. You’re going to meet some of my friends, Lucy.” Wraith smiled. “They’re a bit older than you, between eighteen and twenty-some years old.”
I nodded simply.   “But, I’m curious, how exactly do we feed on souls? What’s the process?” I asked.

[Thats The End Of Chapter One x3]

anarchist cookbook

Xxcrazy_emo_chicaxX — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 21:28:12 GMT

hey has anyone ever read the anarchist cookbook by william powell i have a friend who use to have it and i was just wondering i loved the book but that was just me lol wat u think? =P

English Communications, 800 - 1000 Wordss :)

Suicide Season — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:45:25 GMT

Okay So I Showed A Few People This And They Loved It..
So Here It Is For Anyone To Read.
This Is How Im Handing It Up To My Teacher..
If You Want The Ending, PM Me Or Something :)
Honest Opinions Would Be Much Appreciated.

“BAM!” Everything seemed to slip away from me in a squeal of breaks and enormous pain. It was all so sudden; the sound of my heartbeat, the rain hitting the asphalt, the music in my ears, the car… black, silence. Blue and red lights, people yelling, and the rain beating down on me... black, silence. Agonising pain, screaming, blood, crying… black, silence. Bright lights, loud noise, voices, faces… black, silence. In and out of breath; in and out of consciousness, in and out of life.

Before the accident I lived with my broken down deadbeat mother. But during my recovery, she fell ill and is now living in hospital. I visit her almost everyday even though sometimes I ask myself why. She can’t even remember her own name, or the day of the week. So I don’t know how visiting her everyday would help, but yet, I still go. It’s like it was only yesterday I had the accident. I remember every detail right up until it happened; well at least I think I do… It’s been two years now, and the events of October 31st replay over and over in my head. I was only seventeen when it happened but looking back on it, it was possibly the best thing that ever happened to me.

I was eleven when my father died, but honestly I don’t remember that much about him. He was never around, he’d always be travelling in his truck or off with his friends having a ‘boy’s night out’. There was always a new reason for him not to see me. Wether they were true or not, I guess, in some way - I miss him, I always have. I visit his grave every year, and every year it stays the same. The flowers are dead, the headstone faded from the sun. But still, I never bring fresh flowers; I don’t even know why I visit half the time because for what he did to my mother, I hate him.

After my accident, in the duration of my recovery, I lost everything; the place I called home, my friends and most of all… my family. I was on a lot of medication, many of which were anti depressants to help my mental state from being a total disaster, which I might add - I hated taking. But after I was brought back from my ‘false happiness’ as I used to call it, I realised things weren’t as bad as they seemed. The doctors said it was a miracle I had even survived, as a result of their efforts and my own. My determination was stronger than ever, I was determined to walk again, to run, play, and jump. I had nothing left to strive for but I had been given a second chance at life and I wasn’t going to throw it away. After six months of rehabilitation and hydro therapy, I was able to stand. And within eight months I was walking again, I had achieved the un-achievable and even I was surprised at how far I had come. After ten weeks in the hospital I was ecstatic to go home, but it was short lived when I actually realised I didn’t have a place to go. The doctor came in with the social worker who I knew quite well now and she brought good news for once. She said she had found me a foster home not far from the hospital, which meant it would be easy for me to see my mother. I was scared but excited all at the same time, I got to get out of the hospital but I was going to a place I didn’t know. I had to start over again which made me reluctant to leave the hospital. I hesitantly packed as both the social worker and my doctor watched over me.

At first I didn’t know wether to make a run for it or to try and make conversation, the first few days with my foster family were awkward and silent, you could have cut the tension in the air with a knife. But after that I found it to be quite nice, they had a son, around my age. We hung out a lot together, I taught him how to play drums and he attempted to teach me guitar. But no matter how hard I tried I found myself feeling empty, like a part of me had never returned after the accident, It was keeping me awake at night.. I had to do something. I asked my foster parents about the accident, but they turned to each other and made out they never heard me. I was outraged, everyone had been hiding something from me for all this time and now I was determined to find out what it was. I ran up the road as fast as I could, my hair in my face, my legs shaking, falling down to my knees and picking myself back up again. Flashbacks of October rushing through my head as it almost seemed to repeat all over again. The sound of my heartbeat, my shoes as they pound the pavement, my breathing… blood and grazes, as I pushed myself back to my feet. Nothing was going to stop me from finding out what really happened on October 31st.

I burst through the door, blood pouring from my knees as I bound up the stairs and jumped onto my bed grabbing my laptop as I passed my bedroom door. Frantically I pressed the on button and attempted to wait patiently for it to boot up. I could feel myself shaking as I heard my foster parents come up the stairs, and open my bedroom door. They just stood there looking at me; I gave them a blank stare as they tried to warn me maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do what I was doing. But I wasn’t listening; I was set on finding out exactly what happened. I searched Google and found the article I was looking for. It was titled, “Halloween Turns Sour For Two Young Teens” I paused for a second, and re took what I had just read… but I had made no mistake. The article read “Halloween Turns Sour For Two Young Teens”.

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I'm So Dirty Babe [My Chem FanFic]

MyBrutalRomance — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:32:04 GMT

This is only the start.. I'm still writing.. :] Please comment..

~Frank�s POV~

*OhmyGod!!! I can�t believe it!* was my first reaction to the news. My favorite band was searching for a new rhythm guitarist. The auditions were�.TOMORROW! *Oh shit�..That�s my sister�s party. Maybe she�ll understand.*
�Hey, Gabby. I have a HUGE question. Would you mind if I went to an audition tomorrow?�
�But tomorrow�s my party�
�I Know but My chem. Is searching for a new rhythm guitarist and I could be the one,� I pleaded.
��Oh, okay. Fine. But you owe me!!�
*SWEET!!! I can�t wait!*

~Gee�s POV~

*Oh man, today�s the audition! Shit, why, I don�t want to replace our old one.* I thought when I woke up. I get out of bed and put on my famous skeleton pjs and walk out the door. I knock on Mikey, Bob, and Ray�s doors to wake them up.
Mikey comes out first wearing his tightest jeans and his Anthrax tee. Bob is wearing a jacket with loose-fitting jeans and Ray comes out with his trademark �fro in jeans and a tee.
We all pile into the car and drive to where the auditions are gonna be. When we get there, there are HUNDREDS of fans who want to be the new rhythm guitarist, but only one stood out to me. He was wearing what looked like a bullet-proof vest, and MCR armband and X�s over his eyes. His hair was short and blonde on the sides and black on the top and thru the bangs that swept over his face.

~Frank�s POV~

*Oh my God!!! It�s Gerard Way!!!* I thought when their limo passed by. My girlfriend, who�s with me, Thinks he is the snobbiest and ugliest guy EVER! I on the other hand think he�s the SMEXIEST man EVER! But I haven�t told her I was bi yet. I can�t wait to perform for them. *AW, shit. I�m the last person to audition. This is gonna take FOREVER!!!* So I was practicing when someone ran into me. I turn around and yelled �Fuck off!� and I went back to practicing.

~Gee�s POV~

So after we got of the limo, I decided to try to find that guy. I changed my clothes, put on a hat and sunglasses and went to find him. Then someone pushes me and I run into someone, I turn around. *It�s that guy!* �Fuck off� Is all I hear!

Frank�s POV

*Holy shit. Was that Gerard?* I turn around and see Gerard. �I-I�m sorry� �Forget it� He said. And he walks away�.*Shit! That was my BIGGEST mistake EVER!*

Gee�s POV

*I can�t believe he said that to ME of all people!!!* I find the guys and tell them we�re starting NOW!!!! They all asked me what was wrong, I told them this girl I saw told me to fuck off. I hadn�t told them I was bi yet. I look for contestant 12671 and find his name Frank Iero. (time lapse) Frank is next and last.

Frank�s POV

*YES! It�s my turn. Time to impress Gerard!* I walk in and see him glare at me. I�m so afraid that because of what I did I wouldn�t even have a chance!! They asked me my name and if I had anyone special with me. I said �My name is Frank and I have my girl friend Brie with me.� �oh� I heard Gee say. Y-Your girlfriend?� I said �yes� And started playing.

Gee�s POV

*I can�t believe he has a girlfriend, that ju�.� I couldn�t finish the sentence�.I got lost in the way he moves with his guitar and I couldn�t help but picture him in ways I shouldn�t. The next thing I know he�s done and he�s smiling at me, I smile back. He mouthed the words; I�m sorry. I said �it�s fine�. The guy asked what�s fine? I said he ran into me earlier. Then he left we I told them that he�s the new guitarist.

Frank�s POV

�YES!YES!YES!� I screamed. I had just gotten off my cell. I couldn�t believe it they picked me, out of thousands of contestants they picked me.I can�t wait to tell everyone. I get in there car and drive home. *why are there so many cars here?* I get out of the car and before I even touch the doorknob the door opens and there stands Gee, Mikey, Ray, and Bob.

Gee�s POV

We decided to go to Frank�s house and surprise him. When the door opened the look on his face was priceless. �Hello Beautiful!� I said. Everyone looks at me. �What? I�m kidding�..Ha�.Ha� Then they all start laughing. I went to give him a hug and whisper in his ear �I really wasn�t�. �I know� He said. Then at the worst time ever his girlfriend walks in. He gives the rest of them hugs. �HI, I�m Gerard� I said to Brie. �Hi� she said in the snottiest way ever. Frank heard her and told her to be nice.

Frank�s POV

�Brie� I said �don�t talk to him like that� �why shouldn�t I?� she said �He�s never done anything nice for me� I get this disgusted look on my face. �How can you say that? If it weren�t for them you wouldn�t have me!!!!� *oh shit�.when she gets that look it isn�t good* �Fine if they�re the ONLY thing that has kept you alive what am I???�she screamed. �They�re not the ONLY thing, you are too. But they helped me BEFORE I met you.� I softly said. �I don�t believe you!! There must be some other reason you want me to be nice.� She yelled back.
�Fine ya wanna know???� I screamed.
�Yeah I do!!!�
�Fine! I�m bi!!!, Okay??? I think he is hott sweet and tasty. And finally when I get the opportunity of a lifetime, YOU get in the way because YOU don�t like him and your girlfriend!!! I didn�t want to tell you because I was afraid you�d leave me for it.� After I said that I realized what I said�.and I didn�t mean for it to come out that way. �Oh, I didn�t know you felt that way.� She said with a knot in her throat. �I guess I�ll leave then. Here�s your ring. But just remember that no matter what happens I will ALWAYS love you.� She put the ring and my hand, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.

~Gee�s POV~

*I can�t believe he said that!!* I thought after their fight. Frank look at me with the saddest look on his face and said �Sorry about that��I�m going to my room.� He walked into a room down the hall and shut the door. I couldn�t just leave him. I had to go in and talk to him.
�Frank � I said. �Are you okay?�
Yeah, I�m fine�
�Can I come in?�
�Sure� he said. I walked in and sat next to him on his bed. HE was laying down with his head buried in the pillow.
�How long were you and Brie together?� I asked.
�About 2 years.�
�Oh�.and you never told her?�
�No, have you told the band that you�re bi.�
�No, actually, I haven�t.�
�Well, why don�t you? I told Brie.�
�Because��I just don�t want them to know yet.�
�That�s okay, as long as I�m the one your with.� He said. He leans into kiss me when to door open. We both fly back and Frank says, �Hey what�s up?�
It was Mikey��nothing, what�s up with YOU two?�
Me and Frank look at each other and I say, �Nothing, just talking.�
�Oh well, we�re gonna go to Starbucks, you guys wanna go?�
�We�ll come when Frank feels better�
�Alright bye.�

~Frank�s POV~

*Shit!* I thought when Mikey barged in. After he left I Gerard looked at me and smiled. I leaned in for another kiss hoping no one would barge in this time. Thankfully, No one did. He returned my kiss very passionately. I pulled him onto the bed with me and I feel his hands sliding under my shirt.

....More to come....

Just writing :D

Kritical Failure — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:36:24 GMT

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she ran. Fear gripping her sensibilities and pushing her beyond her preconceived limits. Adrenalin fed energy to her aching muscles and tired limbs as she ran on. Taking a right, she continued her desperate flight down a narrow, trash ridden alley. As she ran she knocked over trash bins and various assorted junk in thoughts of slowing her ever persistent, ruthless, and untiring pursuers. Upon reaching the end of the alley, the disheveled and worn out woman turned, checking on her pursuers as more than one stumbled and fell through the alley, being hindered by the assorted trash and obstacles. Slightly satisfied and relieved that her plan had bought her at least a small amount of time, she turned to continue her seemingly never ending run, now more confident and relaxed.

From a dumpster on her left, unbeknownst to the young woman, came what was once a man. He, or "it" shuffled its feet in an uneven gait, sliding its left foot heavily as it appeared to be broken in several places, though if it bothered the creature it showed no signs of pain. Reaching out silently, the creature latched its bony fingers around the neck of its prey and pulled it in close breathing its foul and putrid breath into the face of the terrified woman. Who let forth a desperate and heartrending cry that only a person who knows their imminent doom can utter. She fought as she did so, futily. For her cry was ended abruptly by the gurgle of blood as the "man" sank his teeth savagely into her jugular, warm blood gushing over his mouth and down his chin to soak what clothing was left his chest. The smell of metal and the stench of decay were the last things to poor woman smelled as she was forced to stare deep into the bloodshot eyes and bloodied maw of her assailant. As her vision faded, the last image she saw was that of her own blood erupting from this creature as he opened his mouth, teeth shooting forward for another bite. Another gurgle erupted, blood bubbling from her neck as she tried to scream again. She fell deep into nothingness then mercifully, a look of pure undiluted horror etched on her face, now becoming more mangled by each passing moment.

There actually is more to the story even though it seems over haha. But that's all I have patience to write at the moment :D. Hope you enjoyed it

--Mike

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XxbrokenlovexX — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:25:50 GMT

This is the begining to a story I am writing. Read it and tell me what you think. :)

Allie Burton threw herself into her chair, aware that people were watching her.
There was only one person she cared about, the rest didn�t matter.
If he wasn�t looking then, this whole day was a waste of time.
She turned her head slightly to the side, to glance at him quickly.
He was staring, much like everyone else, with a confused look on his face.

Oliver Sharp was the cutest guy in the whole school.
Maybe in the whole world, but since Allie hadn�t seen everyone in the world, she couldn�t say.
He had a handsome face, not really square, but not round, either. Something about the way he held his mouth made him look more mature.

His eyes made him stand out from the rest of the boys.
Even those who had the most perfect face couldn�t even begin to compare to this.
His eyes were a deep blue-gray.
Somedays, if he were wearing dark clothing, they looked almost metallic. They gave all his emotions away.
You could tell if he really found your joke funny or if he was faking it, by looking at his eyes.
When he really found someone humorous, they laughed along with his mouth.
Allie loved to watch him laugh, because his eyes would sparkle and shine.
When he was angry they flashed and narrowed, making him look quite vicious.
Because of this, Allie guest that he had a temper.
When he was sad, his eyes seemed to get darker, bleaker.

Allie didn�t like to look at him while he was angry or sad.
She always found that seeing him sad made her sad, and the same when he was angry.

It was days like today, that she wished she could disappear.
Today, everyone in the school had found out her secret, that she cut her wrists and that she had almost committed suicide last year.
The secret had been let out last week, and everyone had known about it then, but this was the day the popular girls had picked to make a big deal out of it, and of course everyone else would follow them.

Everyone in the high school was whispering about her and laughing at her as she walked by them in the halls.
Even Allie�s best friend had betrayed her and laughed behind her back.
She was sick of the drama and sick of being humiliated again and again.

Allie silently prayed that Oliver had not heard the stupid rumors.
She really liked him, and a week ago she had thought he liked her back.
Then the stupid rumors started going around.
He hadn�t looked at her once before this.

She turned her head halfway, to glance at him, from the corner of her eye.
He was still staring at her, but it wasn�t confusion on his face.
Allie�s stomach rolled as she recognized the emotion on his face as pity.

For a second she thought she would be sick.
Pity was worse than anything else.
She could deal with him being disgusted with her or thinking she was a freak, but she couldn�t handle him pitying her.
She got enough pity as it was.

Allie raised her hand and asked to be excused.
�Are you not feeling well?� Mrs. Serata asked.
She looked concerned and that bothered Allie, even though she knew that the only reason Mrs. Serata was concerned was about her health.

She had to work on clearing the lump from her throat for a second, before answering in a low voice.
�No, I�m not feeling well. I need to see the nurse, please.�
Mrs. Serata nodded and started to write a pass.

�Will someone please escort miss Burton to the nurse?� She asked.
Since she didn�t look up, she didn�t see the look of horror on Allie�s face.
She didn�t have to look around to know that she would end up going alone.

Allie squeezed her eyes shut for half a second, praying for some miracle happen and for Oliver to come with her.

�I�ll do it.� Oliver called, rising from his seat.
Allie�s eyes snapped open in surprise.
Oliver walked right past her without even glancing at her.
He walked to the front of the room, took the pass and walked out, without another word.
Allie hurried to catch up.

�What are you doing?� She asked breathlessly.
He smirked down at her, his eyes lightening up.
�I�m taking you to the nurse.� He said innocently.
Her eyes narrowed and she search his eyes for any contraction to his tone.
There wasn�t one.

�What I meant was, why are you?� Allie asked, watching her feet as she walked.
Since she was looking at the ground she saw his feet stop moving.
�I don�t know what you mean.� He said, the corners of his lips pulling down.
Allie looked at him for another second, before turning my head forward.

�Didn�t you here the rumor?� Allie whispered.
He laughed, surprising her again.
When she looked at him he was smiling a polite smile.
His lips twitched as if he were holding back laughter.

�What�s so funny? Did you hear it or not?� She demanded.
Her voice shook slightly.
His lips twitched again, and his eyes were filled with humor.
�As a matter of fact I did hear it.� He said.
His voice was a mocking as his eyes.
Allie waited for a second, expecting him to go on.

He didn�t.
He started walking again, not waiting for her before he entered the nurses office.
Allie ran after him, pushing through the door just as the nurse opened her mouth.

�Can I help one of you?� She asked in a polite voice, looking between the two of them.
�Um, yeah...I need some Tylenol please.� Allie said quietly.
She smiled and turned to grab a bottle.
She handed Allie two pills and a cup.

Allie watched Oliver out of the corner of her eye.
He was pretending to examine the chair he was sitting on, but she caught him glancing at her a couple of times.
After she had taken the medicine they walked silently out of the office.

�Howling in the Night� (My own personal story)

DustinDestruction — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 12:23:31 GMT

As I began my slow walk, all the cold air approached the city and entered uninvited. Everything around seemed so quiet, no one was on the streets. In the night sky, flying, staring eyes hovered across the darkness. Almost the whole entire city felt as if there was a certain presence and it was surging through with tremendous evil. It seemed to me that being Locke, that there was no expelling humans breathing.

The city began to change into something wicked, unbearable to anything that is living. It is something and that isn�t known. A man was walking through the murky alleys of a city and nothing differed about the city to him. It took some time but he noticed a change. Where did all the people go? They can�t have just disappeared or can they. There are millions of reasons for the desertion of the people. Looking from street to street, Osiris saw nothing but pitch-black darkness. He was nearing the edge of the city when he heard a howling in the night. Brushing off like nothing scared him, there was a large hill resting past the large building and shadows flickered pass it. Apprehension grew inside his heart but he didn�t stop. An array of avaricious looking crows applied themselves to the branches. That usually meant a bad omen was coming soon and most of the time, it was true besides a few cases. He looked up in the night sky and saw a full moon, surrounded by clouds. The trees circling the hill, there were shadows dashing. What in the world could be moving through the trees? Spouting from the forest, came a creature unknown to Osiris�s eyes. It appeared as though it was a wolf but walked on two feet and had much more hair. This is getting different and frightening. It looks familiar from movies that I have seen. Catapulting itself with its two hind legs, it was over Osiris and was dropping to his position. Osiris rolled to his side and dodged the creature. He pushed his legs up and began to run and the beast was very fast. Tripping on the ground, nothing else could be done. Hovering over him was the creature; Osiris was frozen with shock and consternation. With its clawed hands, Osiris was picked up from the ground and brought to be hanging from his feet. Looking into the creature�s eyes, sharp-pointed teeth gripped into Osiris�s skin and ripped blood out. Blood began gushing out. Then it bit into his skin and threw him to the ground. The creature darted into the ominous forest and wasn�t seen again.

Locke was passing through the dark edgy city and reasons came about. What if the people were scared or frighten of something. The city grew much colder and darker with each passing second. His red hair was blowing in the breeze with his black coat and chained accessories. He had a smooth, gentle face but rugged look. The moon was achromatic being void from all color. Everything around Locke passed him and he reached the end of the city. Laying on that hill looks like a man dead but it is a mystery to me why that he is the last person in this city. He stayed at a distance because it was unknown and probably dangerous. Waking up from his unconsciousness, Osiris felt a paining sensation throughout his body. My body aches all over and I thought I was a goner. His physical appearance began to change. All his short hair grew extremely long and expanded in different directions. Fuzzy dark, black hair grew over his arms, legs, and body. Clothes fell off and hair covered his entire body. At the end of his hands, sharp claws came about. Sharp fangs and teeth appeared to be growing in his mouth. That bite must be changing my whole existence and now I must be turning into that very same creature I saw. He stood up and looked all around in new eyes. Locke saw everything that was going on and the changing of that man on the ground. Trying to be silent as possible without disturbing the creature, he walked toward behind a building. Osiris sniffed around and smelt a human being in the area. Hmm, where could this pathetic creature be hiding. My sensitive smell will locate him. Suddenly with such great movement, Osiris found the human being. Locke�s eyes opened extremely wide in terror and didn�t know what to do. Osiris likes playing with his food and so he let Locke run away.

A new presence emerged into the desolated city. Clouds surrounded the full moon and it became dark. The dark covered figure bristled through town at his own leisure. Having black, long and smooth hair, he was perfect in every sense. Where is all the life to be smitten and destroyed? He had a long, black cape and under it was a white tux with a floret on it. Accelerating his speed, Valentine was in search of one thing only and that was blood. His throat was getting quite dry. The wind severely increased its intensity and clouds moved across the sky. A human came rushing by Valentine and he grinned at the human. The human kept running but Valentine came up behind him and gripped the shoulder. With force, Valentine struck the human up against the wall. All the air suddenly rushed out of the human�s body and Valentine was in front. I stared at the human with my inviting, beautifully red eyes and fangs glaring in the bright moonlight. My teeth were ready to proceed but were rudely interrupted. This human looks scared but that makes it even more delicious. He will be a prey. In the corner of his eye, something was approaching him fast. That thing coming looks like a werewolf and this will be very exciting.

I stared death in the face and yet live. These beings need to fight and leave me alone. Whatever was in front of me turned around to face the werewolf. As I can tell, everything is going smoothly to plan. Being the intelligent one, the one that just left began to talk.

�I am Valentine and you should know my name before I kill you, foul beast,� calmly said Valentine.

�I am Osiris and Valentine, don�t expect that much because I will gladly let you attempt that,� loudly said Osiris.
�Werewolves are simply inferior to my race and nothing prevails over it,� said Valentine.

�Just stop talking and lets see who is really superior to one other,� said Osiris.
�Let the fighting commence,� said Valentine.

Being I, Locke, heard everything and knew much more now. Things were clear now. From what I seen and heard, it seems Valentine could be a vampire. Osiris, on the other hand, is a werewolf and which I saw him changing. Valentine took his black cape off and all that could be seen was a white tux. Both of the inhuman creatures began assailing one other. The moonlight showed ever so brighter at this time of night. The vampire�s fangs shined in the moonlight. Leaping high in the air, Osiris came atop of Valentine. I can see that Osiris is the dumb one in this fight. Valentine side step to the side and easily dodged the attack. With his impaling nails, he slid them across Osiris�s throat and tried to kill him. Blood spouted out and Valentine licked his nails. Nearly when thought dead, Osiris pulled himself back to his feet.

�Next time, I will make sure to kill you,� slowly gritted Valentine.

Osiris attacked Valentine with his clawed arms. He just scathed Valentine�s skin but that had no effect because the skin healed instantaneously. Locked saw the battle going in the favor of the vampire. I know who�s going to win and end this dispute. Valentine groaned weary of this useless attacking and appeared right in front of Osiris and ripped the heart out. Then the werewolf dropped dead to the floor. I soon knew that nothing would occupy Valentine and I would be the next target. He sunk his long, razor blade fangs into the bleeding heart and devoured it. Turning toward me, he had an evil exposing grin laid across his face. I began to run but he grasped my arm. Black bruises appeared on my arms and redden marks formed. He pulled me closer and his eyes stoned my form. Fangs appeared and flashed in the moonlight. Pressure grew to my neck and took root into the flesh of my neck. My life was flashing right before my very eyes. He slowly drained the red liquid out and started to satisfy his need. Vision was decreasing and I grew weaker with each passing second. Soon my body was dry of all wetness. Valentine stopped biting my neck and quickly dashed to the tallest building. We were on the top of the building and the night was very sinister. Valentine�s tongue went around his mouth and cleaned the blood off. He threw my almost inanimate body to the side. I looked up as I was falling and Valentine was gone. The people must have sensed the danger and escaped for their lives. All the cold air rushed by my head. There was a hard impact and everything went black. My lifeless body laid dead.