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After eliminating my last opponents, I continued passing down the path. Although stopped. A poster caught the corner of my eye. I glanced over it. Advertising.. A demon hunter.
Part two of the Opuss Battle Royale I awake with a start from my fitful sleep, squinting in the damp gloom of the cave. Something doesn't feel right, something doesn't feel safe.
Please read OBR final part & Hellbound - 1 before you read this. Tpek woke in Hell. It was not as he had always heard it, flaming and full of screams.
The day had finally come. To decide who lost and won. She had fought on with only her gun. Her powers had faded. After the soldiers raided. And threw bombs that degraded. She got out alive.
Took to a place I wouldn't normally go, it's name I don't even know. Just a tiny thing I was, then I was taken within a buzz.
Running for hours, constantly changing, my flesh undulating and cracking. Adapting. Evolving. I dare not slow, I must escape. I must survive. Many horrors I pass, dead and dying litter the ground.
The world is perfect. Everything is great. And you are happy. Love. Peace. Friendship. Fun. Then the storm hits. Everything turns upside down. They betray you. The world burns.
'Stacy, Stacy!' He awoke naked in a cold sweat, heart pounding fast, screaming for his sweetheart.
"He told me to help him." Marcus whispered, a look of pure fear written all over his face. Lydia gasped. "You mean..?" "Yes." Marcus sighed. "I used to be very good friends with Jonah.
Tpek smiled. His submarine, an ancient contraption found in some mysterious ruins Tpek had found while fighting for his life in a violent game of death - the Opuss Battle Royale.
I swayed on my feet as a pounding headache threatened to make me keel over. I blinked. The scene before me was confusing. Seven people were sat on big metal chairs. Almost like thrones.
This is the second part. Enjoy. :D Frank stands up slowly and goes into his bedroom. I rake through the cupboard until I find some rabbit meat, which is usually the only meat I ever eat.
As promised, I present you with the first chapter of my Hunger Games Fanfiction. I haven't come up with a good name yet, but I'll tell you when inspiration strikes.
Everyone sat around waiting The dark clouds were not parting Twas the calm before the storm This one tho was not the norm This really was a baron town Rumblings echoed all around The darkness...
Martin shuffled to his feet un co- ordinativly, his heart was still racing from his nightmare. As he reached for his water bottle, just about to unscrew the cap, rustling noises disturbed him.
I don't remember much of the night my parents and brother were taken from me. My mind is still hazy in some areas, just like the smoke against my eyes.
I'm in pain. I watch the unlicensed doctor fiddle around with my bullet wound as if it was some cheap evening of pleasure spent with a hooker.
Inspired by The Hunger Games The girl walks into the arena, Tense worried and scared Fighting to kill all around her, But with a lover she is paired.
Women have been the backbone of most wars So I stand strong when I fight among the men I've seen my share of death so I'd say I know the score And I know I'll see it all over again This uniform...
Feather looked around. The forest's mist seeped about her ankles. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet, as the cliché went. At her back, her rapier rested against her spine: a welcome comfort.
Waves tore heartlessly at the little white light house, scratching away it's damp paint work and wrecking the potted flowers placed elegantly on the doorstep.
Chapter 7 Very short. Sorry will be longer next time. ׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× "Toby!" I scream again, no responce. He seemed to be lost somewherw deep in thought, drowning out my every word.
I feel so tired through and through. All I see, a dreamy hue. Outside the darkness starts to creep. Inside my heart I start to weep. A heavy weight that drags me drown.
Last night I hit it!. Rock bottom , lower than the low, in the middle of a cold wet muddy field ready to end it, How did I do it . How did I get here alone in this field to ponder my life's end.