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The oldest Scars - Chap 2
Chapter 2: Meeting in the Citadel
Stein sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
The stone pathway spiraled into darkness. The earthen walls had little roots sticking out like spider's webs reaching for each other. The stones had huge cracks from the little slinters of roots. The roof of the little walkway was darkened by moisture. It was a disaster.
"Mm?" He was staring down at the dark pit below him. His eyes were unreadable, but the way his hands shook ever so slightly once in a while, as if they were demanding he run away.
"Stein, we can wait until tomorrow." Spirit pointed at the sun as it set over the horizon. "I know it's still painful to see it at night."
Stein shook his head. "If she's in the citadel, then I want to confront her now." Stein clenched a fist and walked down the first steps. As darkness began to envelope them, the duo heard it.
At first, it was faint and almost otherworldy.
But as they descended the steps, it became clear and kind.
The Oldest Scars - Chap 1
Chapter 1: The Names
Stein decided to let Maka rest and waited for Nygus to do the final diagnosis.
But the memories were marring his sense of stability. What was he thinking? At any time she'd come back. Was it the madness Asura was leaking to the world? Was that her reason for coming back? Or was it for a darker, more sinister reason?
After all, it was Stein's fault that she became what she became.
He turned to smile grimly at Nygus. "Yes?"
"She'll be fine. However, Shinigami-sama is requesting an audience with you. He's being very mysterious and withdrawn about it." Nygus pointed down the hall as she spoke. Her bandaged face gave nothing away as to what the mysterious summons were for. However, her eyes betrayed concern.
Stein just smiled and pushed off the wall. As he made his way down the hall's long path, he ran into Spirit.
"Ah, Stein!" Spirit gave a friendly, unrequited smile. Apparently he was being summoned as well.
"Spirit. What does he want with me?"
The Oldest Scars - Prologue
This room.... he knew this room.
There was no light. No windows. It was confined!
He slowly lifted his head and saw her black hair fall over his face. He watched as her black hair flew away from his face and--
He sat up so fast, his head rushed all the blood out. He clutched at his face, the bright light of the computer etching out the lines on his face. His body was....
Why now? They were coming up now of all times. But why?!
He looked back at the door. Then got up and opened the door a crack. It was Soul and Maka. He let them in, well, let Soul in as he carried Maka.
"Is something the matter?" he asked, unsure what they wanted.
"Stein-hakase, Maka's been attacked." Soul set the blond down and slowly turned her head so Stein could see the nasty, black scar forming on the back of Maka's neck and his eyes widened.
These memories are our own. Only we own them. Only we know them. What will you rem
-snipplet- Emerald EleganceShayla woke and saw white consume her eyes. She quickly covered them with her arm to try and see the world around her. Shayla sat up real fast when she remembered what had happened only a few hours prior to her being knocked out by whatever Legolas had done to her.
When Shaylas eyes adjusted, she noticed that it was afternoon time. She was so intrigued by the scene outside as the sun cast orange and gold everywhere and Shayla thought of all those movies. This wouldve been perfect if shed only had a boyfriend to share it with.
Shayla suddenly slapped herself. This was silly! The sunset didnt matter! It never did, and she shouldnt freak out because it was nice and shouldnt be thinking of men at a time like this.
Shayla suddenly heard the door open and she looked around to see that the room was plain, save for on door and one bed. The windows were tall and had sweet vanilla colored curtains that light was let in from. The window that let her see the out
[somehow, i just had this idea for a piece of my harry potter fan-fic, so, here's the part that won't go away.... my oc dies right in front of neville.... who loves her and she loves him.... so, yes, angsty and very, very lame..... shoot me before i finish it all!!..... please?]
"NOO!!" Neville felt the chains rip at his skin again, but this time, it didn't matter, she was dying.... he had to do something!
It was like watching slow-motion.
Her long black locks came free of the braid it had been held in as her head came forward and the sparks flew out from behind her. The black robes she was wearing began to shred from the back to the front and it was almost like watching a ripple in a pond. Her hands came forward and she clutched the chains that dangled before her.
Lucifer-Duma Lunar Black was dying from the strike from the angry fist of the "Dark Lord", but she still stood, defending the last friend that had come to rescue her. A smile softly creased her lips.
"No, Lucifer! Don't let
He's doused in light and beauty,
But he'll never see me,
As twisted and demented as I am,
As ugly and cold as I am,
Because he's an angel,
I've never see him so beautiful,
As he is now,
He's almost like Lucifer before he fell,
But he won't fall,
I'll be sure of that,
As I burn to dust for him,
And inside of me?
There's a war raging,
Between love and hate,
Anger and joy,
And me and Him,
I'm fighting a deamon,
As an angel with wings of fire,
Inside of me, He is a shadow,
And I am a fire,
He's my evil face, my twisted self,
And the war raging inside,
Is between me and Him,
While I watch my world collapse,
With one stroke of His hand,
And I see black,
While my wings burn away,
Falling as ash to my feet in the dark,
I'm cold again as I loose my war,
And no one will hold me,
No one will catch my falling tears,
Because no one can see,
Where it hurts me most,
When I don't see Chris smile,
I wonder if I've done something wrong,
If he won't smile because of me,
Now, I raise my torch
+Shoot Me Dead+ Prt 0 and 1
"Shoot Me Dead"
0 hours left....
This wasn't my story, this wasn't even supposed to be something I wanted to write for the world to see. Tell me this, when was the last time you opened your heart and accepted that someone else may be just as creative as you, with just as much strength and just as much hope for the future? Or did you think they were worthlessly stupid and so stubborn that they should have someone think for them?
Did you know that's what they call "being rude"? There's no such thing as a subordinate in life, since no one is different. Think of them as humans, rather than your subordinates. Children can be considered your superiors if you sink yourself so low you'll destroy yourself.
In life, in death, there's no reason for what's happened. No one should end up like they did, like the people, the children of the future, the leaders of the revolution, they didn't deserve the death they were handed. B
if you can find it in your heart..... read on....
I can't cry,
Not even like this,
It feels like I'm the dead one,
And you are.... right,
I don't know anymore,
Because my heart has died,
Gone to the grave,
Where I will lie,
Forever and wait,
With wings bleeding away,
And hands destroyed,
And soul dead,
Tell me what I do,
Show me how I love again....
My feet are worn from walking so long,
My soul is weary from it's travel,
My hearts are dead for so long,
My hands are burned and bruised,
My eyes see darkness,
And my mind findes refuge....
In the depths of Hell....
Where I won't find a place,
At least not among the angels,
The ones you warship,
And I don't think I have the face,
The heart, or the guts,
To become your angel....
I'm Hell's devil,
Not for eternity,
Just until my body dies,
And I will find my refuge,
Behind words shaped like daggers,
And shielded by these things,
In a dark, dark place,
Shrouded in it,
Draped in it,
Bathing in it....
And all the color
Boy AngelThere, there, you see him?
Standing in the light of the sun?
Just him by himself....
No one's around him,
And he's just as beautiful,
As the day I first met him,
When I wrapped my arsm around him,
I felt a warmth in his heart,
I felt a young man who was alone,
But I didn't feel a place for me,
I didn't feel a place for this girl,
I only felt his warm heart beating,
I'm in love with him,
But I know he's got more girls to pick from,
And I'm not a pretty girl,
But he tells me what I should hear,
Not what I would like to hear,
And all I see in him is a boy,
An angel with a dark side,
A boy with a beautiful smile,
Someone who makes me laugh,
A boy who makes me understand,
An angel who tells me that I'll be okay,
And all I see is him,
He says what I must hear,
He says what I've never heard,
He tells me the truth,
He tells me the honest truth,
And I love him,
With his angel face,
With his graceful voice,
With his beautiful soul,
With his kind character,
With all my
There are things I wanted to say, things I never told you. I know you can't hear me now, but at least listen to me. I miss our friendship, even if I acted as if there was none. So many things left unsaid between us. You surrendered your Shirigan Eye to someone who hated you and would have left you to die.
It's not fair. Why should the one with nothing to do, nothing going for him, nothing to loose be the one to live when you had family, you had friends, you had someone who loved you...? I had nothing. Why do you let me live?
So many things to say to someone like you, and all I could do was watch the rocks consume your body. Is this what you call friendship? Is this what it feels like when you can't say goodbye? You said the three of us would grow-up together, take on the world one step at a time together, make it to the ranks of Chounin together.... All three of us, right? You said that, right? Did you lie to me? Or was that something you really meant to happen?
Don't leave me feeling
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