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So if you've made it this far you have an interest in me and my writing
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
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I died and converted to catholic after it happened.
Alaina: Nephilim
A long long time ago in a city far far away….
Sunday
It was her birthday and during mass she started to bleed. Her brother made fun of her. She was freaking out that she was dying. Her father was embarrassed, her mother was mothering her. They left Mass early and she didn’t get communion.
Monday
She saw the weird guy standing across the street from her school staring at the building. She reported it to the nun and even pointed at him. The nun told her to stop making things up, no one was there. The headache came on suddenly, and hard enough that it was like a billion bees inside her head.
Tuesday
A strange lady, one she’d never seen before followed Seraphina and her friends to the bus stop, she even got on with them. And of course Becky had to sing her name like it was a game. But every time she did the woman winced and clenched her teeth tighter. Becky got off the bus and the woman moved closer. And then Seraphina was off the bus and she ran the two blocks to her house. She took four aspirin for her headache and cuddled around a hot blanket as her skull tried to exploded.
Wednesday
She saw him again, on the far side of the street, but this time he was watching her. And he was angry. So angry. His face twisted into a scowl of rage and hate. She went inside and pointed him out to the Pastor. Father Thomas said he’d come by the house that night but never did.
The buzzing in her head had her throwing up that night, but her father insisted she go to school. He wasn’t going to baby her, she was a woman now. Time to act like it.
Thursday
The man was back at the school, Father Thomas hadn’t come in today. The woman was at the bus stop when she got home and tried to grab her, but she’d twisted out of the way. Another was standing at the door to her house so she ran around the back and went in through the garage. Dropping to her knees she prayed for her parents to get home soon. They’d called the cops and made a report, and she’d told them about everything happening during the week. She was told ‘you’re imagining things’ and the cops left. She could hear them talking about ‘stupid hysterical girls’.
Good thing she didn’t tell the cops that the woman and men had seemed .. off… like their faces were fuzzy and twitchy.
Friday…
No strange people at school or nearby, but Father Thomas was still out. He’d always looked out for her, she was his favorite pupil. He’d told her once that he was ex-military and if she was ever in danger or felt unsafe, she could call him. He’d protect her.
The Lakehouse was on tv and she had a blanket and bucket of popcorn. Her parents were on the couch,snuggled together and her brat of a brother was in his room playing video games. Probably something their father would disapprove of.
Popping a few kernals into her moth she watched Keanu painting the deck as the dog ran across the wet paint. Spitting out the popcorn – it tasted nasty – she winced as the background buzzing in her head burst into words.
She could her her mother talking about what she was going to do to her father later – with her mouth. He was talking about work. Her brother was screaming DIE!DIE!DIE! YOU FUCKING CHEATER! And someone was ringing the doorbell. Kill Everyone, and make sure that bitch takes a while.
Grumbling her father answered the door, it was two cops. Not the same ones. She saw their eyes. Like burning coals of hate and rage and pain.
One of the cops grabbed her fathers arm and wrenched him off balance, dislocating the shoulder and kicking him in the knee. She could hear him screaming in her head! It hurt so much. Vomiting popcorn and soda she hit the floor as her mother screamed at the cops.
The room was getting darker, the lights going out, the tv was static and then black. Her brother came out of his room wearing his boxers and carrying a baseball bat. He swung at a cop but the man just grabbed the moving bat like it was motionless, absorbing the speed without blinking.
Then he beat her brother to death with it. But he didn’t just hit his head. He broke his legs and arms, then went to work on his chest. The first cop was.. eating her mother. Ripping fingers off to chew before swallowing. A dark haze was sliding across their skin. Like they had two skins. She new what they’d do to her. They were talking about her like she was a main course.
She ran. Barefoot and wearing shorts and t-shirt she ran. She didn’t stop to open the back door, she went through the glass and hit the ground rolling. Falling into the pool she climbed out the far side and kept running. She heard a splash behind her, and then screams that weren’t human. Father Thomas had told her once he’d blessed the pool so she couldn’t drown. Had he really blessed it ad turned it to holy water?
Going over the fence she kept running, crossing the road behind the house she could feel the demons ht breath on her neck as she darted through traffic. A squeal of tires. A crunch of metal and glass.
She ran. When she stopped to breathe her side hurt like she’d been stabbed. But she wasn’t bleeding and there wasn’t any cut. Looking around she headed for Father Thomas. He could help.
The Rectory door had been closed, but it wasn’t locked. Slipping inside she called for the Father, but the place was cold and silent. She found him in the living room. He’d been crucified upside down. His head had been taken and his blood used to draw nasty symbols on the floor. She never saw the hidden room behind the bookcase, or the armory within.
A long long time ago in a city far far away….
Sunday
It was her birthday and during mass she started to bleed. Her brother made fun of her. She was freaking out that she was dying. Her father was embarrassed, her mother was mothering her. They left Mass early and she didn’t get communion.
Monday
She saw the weird guy standing across the street from her school staring at the building. She reported it to the nun and even pointed at him. The nun told her to stop making things up, no one was there. The headache came on suddenly, and hard enough that it was like a billion bees inside her head.
Tuesday
A strange lady, one she’d never seen before followed Seraphina and her friends to the bus stop, she even got on with them. And of course Becky had to sing her name like it was a game. But every time she did the woman winced and clenched her teeth tighter. Becky got off the bus and the woman moved closer. And then Seraphina was off the bus and she ran the two blocks to her house. She took four aspirin for her headache and cuddled around a hot blanket as her skull tried to exploded.
Wednesday
She saw him again, on the far side of the street, but this time he was watching her. And he was angry. So angry. His face twisted into a scowl of rage and hate. She went inside and pointed him out to the Pastor. Father Thomas said he’d come by the house that night but never did.
The buzzing in her head had her throwing up that night, but her father insisted she go to school. He wasn’t going to baby her, she was a woman now. Time to act like it.
Thursday
The man was back at the school, Father Thomas hadn’t come in today. The woman was at the bus stop when she got home and tried to grab her, but she’d twisted out of the way. Another was standing at the door to her house so she ran around the back and went in through the garage. Dropping to her knees she prayed for her parents to get home soon. They’d called the cops and made a report, and she’d told them about everything happening during the week. She was told ‘you’re imagining things’ and the cops left. She could hear them talking about ‘stupid hysterical girls’.
Good thing she didn’t tell the cops that the woman and men had seemed .. off… like their faces were fuzzy and twitchy.
Friday…
No strange people at school or nearby, but Father Thomas was still out. He’d always looked out for her, she was his favorite pupil. He’d told her once that he was ex-military and if she was ever in danger or felt unsafe, she could call him. He’d protect her.
The Lakehouse was on tv and she had a blanket and bucket of popcorn. Her parents were on the couch,snuggled together and her brat of a brother was in his room playing video games. Probably something their father would disapprove of.
Popping a few kernals into her moth she watched Keanu painting the deck as the dog ran across the wet paint. Spitting out the popcorn – it tasted nasty – she winced as the background buzzing in her head burst into words.
She could her her mother talking about what she was going to do to her father later – with her mouth. He was talking about work. Her brother was screaming DIE!DIE!DIE! YOU FUCKING CHEATER! And someone was ringing the doorbell. Kill Everyone, and make sure that bitch takes a while.
Grumbling her father answered the door, it was two cops. Not the same ones. She saw their eyes. Like burning coals of hate and rage and pain.
One of the cops grabbed her fathers arm and wrenched him off balance, dislocating the shoulder and kicking him in the knee. She could hear him screaming in her head! It hurt so much. Vomiting popcorn and soda she hit the floor as her mother screamed at the cops.
The room was getting darker, the lights going out, the tv was static and then black. Her brother came out of his room wearing his boxers and carrying a baseball bat. He swung at a cop but the man just grabbed the moving bat like it was motionless, absorbing the speed without blinking.
Then he beat her brother to death with it. But he didn’t just hit his head. He broke his legs and arms, then went to work on his chest. The first cop was.. eating her mother. Ripping fingers off to chew before swallowing. A dark haze was sliding across their skin. Like they had two skins. She new what they’d do to her. They were talking about her like she was a main course.
She ran. Barefoot and wearing shorts and t-shirt she ran. She didn’t stop to open the back door, she went through the glass and hit the ground rolling. Falling into the pool she climbed out the far side and kept running. She heard a splash behind her, and then screams that weren’t human. Father Thomas had told her once he’d blessed the pool so she couldn’t drown. Had he really blessed it ad turned it to holy water?
Going over the fence she kept running, crossing the road behind the house she could feel the demons ht breath on her neck as she darted through traffic. A squeal of tires. A crunch of metal and glass.
She ran. When she stopped to breathe her side hurt like she’d been stabbed. But she wasn’t bleeding and there wasn’t any cut. Looking around she headed for Father Thomas. He could help.
The Rectory door had been closed, but it wasn’t locked. Slipping inside she called for the Father, but the place was cold and silent. She found him in the living room. He’d been crucified upside down. His head had been taken and his blood used to draw nasty symbols on the floor. She never saw the hidden room behind the bookcase, or the armory within.
Alaina: Nephilim
So many voices screaming in her head, Alaina joined them screaming in her head at them to shut up. Just shut up and leave her alone! She didn’t feel her skin and clothes being dragged across rocks and concrete, didn’t feel broken lass digging at her skin as she was hauled into an alley.
And there was silence. Peace. Quiet. The voices were gone. It was like falling. Like the wall she’d always had there, pressing against her was gone. Wobbly as a whore after a 12 man bachelor party she used a wall to haul herself upwards.
Once on her feet she saw the shit going down in the alley. Looked like four against one? Didn’t matter, not her problem. Then the wind shifted, and heat ripped across her like an inferno in the middle of a blizzard.
Flashing back to the night of the massacre, she screamed, as she relived the sight of the demon ripping into flesh and bone. The ground shook, windows shattered, and the steel garbage dumpster buckled and collapsed in on itself. Crushed from within.
Iron escape ladders bent and twisted as security doors contorted from hinges. Gasping for air she sighed, “Demon.” before she collapsed. Spent. Let the demon kill her, make the voices stop finally. Let it be over.
Tommy the cutie. Tommy the one guy she'd thought about maybe, well, maybe never mattered. He was gone. The voices never stopped. The monsters never stopped chasing. Let them just kill her and end it.
So many voices screaming in her head, Alaina joined them screaming in her head at them to shut up. Just shut up and leave her alone! She didn’t feel her skin and clothes being dragged across rocks and concrete, didn’t feel broken lass digging at her skin as she was hauled into an alley.
And there was silence. Peace. Quiet. The voices were gone. It was like falling. Like the wall she’d always had there, pressing against her was gone. Wobbly as a whore after a 12 man bachelor party she used a wall to haul herself upwards.
Once on her feet she saw the shit going down in the alley. Looked like four against one? Didn’t matter, not her problem. Then the wind shifted, and heat ripped across her like an inferno in the middle of a blizzard.
Flashing back to the night of the massacre, she screamed, as she relived the sight of the demon ripping into flesh and bone. The ground shook, windows shattered, and the steel garbage dumpster buckled and collapsed in on itself. Crushed from within.
Iron escape ladders bent and twisted as security doors contorted from hinges. Gasping for air she sighed, “Demon.” before she collapsed. Spent. Let the demon kill her, make the voices stop finally. Let it be over.
Tommy the cutie. Tommy the one guy she'd thought about maybe, well, maybe never mattered. He was gone. The voices never stopped. The monsters never stopped chasing. Let them just kill her and end it.
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i figure it would depend on the person?
some would be anti-gifted (Bigots)
others would be neutral
and others would be pro (wishing they had powers as well)
some would be anti-gifted (Bigots)
others would be neutral
and others would be pro (wishing they had powers as well)
maybe Battlestar Galactica? Stargate?
Most likely she'll end up at the local rehab or emergency room.
No. Human dealers grabbed the human dealer (Tommy) she was approaching. Alaina got weak drugs so the voices are overwhelming her. They're moving in on his territory and making sure he doesn't object.
Alaina: Nephilim
Sleeping on the streets was dangerous, but less dangerous than sitting in a house with a cozy family and your feet curled under you while you watched the latest rom-com. That shit got people killed. And she couldn’t take the noise.
Tipping back the jack she finished the bottle as the noise faded and she tossed the empty into a corner to join the pile. Fuck! It was taking more and more everyday to drown out the voices. They just never shut the fuck up! Maybe tommy had some smack she could get from him. That shit would help for a day. And if it was pure enough, she might get two days!
Being downtown was horrible, but Tommy sold to lawyers, interns, and the college students down the street. So she had to come to him to get what she needed. The bad part was the alcohol was fading fast and the voices in her head just wouldn’t SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
When Vincent "Vinnie" Barbarino the bum bumped into her she threw up, the voices screaming in her head about the bad things he’d done. The horrible things he wanted to do. She felt his hands roaming across her body for a second. Squeezing and caressing in a vulgar manner, the smell of old alcohol and stale cigarettes wafting from him.
She screamed at him to let go! Get off! Stop touching me! As loud as she could. Staggering away she heard Barbarino fall to the ground in a drunken stupor as she staggered away.
Tommy. She needed some smack to stop the voices. To get them to shut up!
The crowd parted around her as she zombie walked past the coffee shop and got to tommy’s corner. She scratched her head, drown the voices waiting for him to end his deal.
When he looked up and saw her, he cussed and dragged her away from his spot. He didn’t need her ruining business.
Thankfully he’d dosed her enough times he knew what she could handle, and when she was this far gone she needed the shit bad!
She’d confessed her story to him one drunken night and you didn’t need a fucking crazy doctor degree to know she was schizophrenic. Hearing voices all the time? Fuck that noise. But when she was on her game, she was a solid runner.
Leaving her propped up next to a garbage can and a red brick wall he went back to his corner. When she stabilized, she’d come negotiate payment. Which meant all his runs this afternoon would be covered.
She’d never put out for him or anyone else. Something about being close and watching people she cared for die. So, he’d never tap that ass, no matter how fine it was. He’d shared a room with her once, two years ago? Fuck she was damned sexy coming out of the shower. But she’d turned down the sex, and he’d ended up chokin’ the chicken in the shower after her. He could still remember what it smelled like. Apple Blossoms and Lilacs. And that was without any perfumes. He had dreams about her, and always woke up messy afterwards.
But her voices were getting worse, and he’d tried to get her into a hospital, before too long the smak in her arm wouldn’t stop the voices. She needed real meds, not the street stuff. But she’d vanished for a month after that fight, so he never brought it up again. Even though he knew she’d be dead, hell she should already be dead, she took more smak in one hit than anybody else took all day.
***
Twenty minutes later she was walking towards him and running her fingers through her hair. He’d almost called her name when he saw the shake of her head, and the look she gave the guy across the street. The guy had been reading a paper and never crossed over. Looking back at her he saw her eyes close and she started jerking like she was possessed.
Fuck! Was the smak bad? Had he been selling shit all morning? Was he being setup for a bad deal? The guy across the street was running, his coat flapping. Gun! Cop or Muscle. Shit was going tits up!
Turning Tommy ran, and he ran hard and fast. Straight into two guys with steel muscles and then the interior of a car. The vehicle pulled away silent and slow as Tommy stared at a silencer.
On the Street Aliana’s body was twitching blood running down her nose...
In the distance sirens rose in volume as the they got closer.
Sleeping on the streets was dangerous, but less dangerous than sitting in a house with a cozy family and your feet curled under you while you watched the latest rom-com. That shit got people killed. And she couldn’t take the noise.
Tipping back the jack she finished the bottle as the noise faded and she tossed the empty into a corner to join the pile. Fuck! It was taking more and more everyday to drown out the voices. They just never shut the fuck up! Maybe tommy had some smack she could get from him. That shit would help for a day. And if it was pure enough, she might get two days!
Being downtown was horrible, but Tommy sold to lawyers, interns, and the college students down the street. So she had to come to him to get what she needed. The bad part was the alcohol was fading fast and the voices in her head just wouldn’t SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
When Vincent "Vinnie" Barbarino the bum bumped into her she threw up, the voices screaming in her head about the bad things he’d done. The horrible things he wanted to do. She felt his hands roaming across her body for a second. Squeezing and caressing in a vulgar manner, the smell of old alcohol and stale cigarettes wafting from him.
She screamed at him to let go! Get off! Stop touching me! As loud as she could. Staggering away she heard Barbarino fall to the ground in a drunken stupor as she staggered away.
Tommy. She needed some smack to stop the voices. To get them to shut up!
The crowd parted around her as she zombie walked past the coffee shop and got to tommy’s corner. She scratched her head, drown the voices waiting for him to end his deal.
When he looked up and saw her, he cussed and dragged her away from his spot. He didn’t need her ruining business.
Thankfully he’d dosed her enough times he knew what she could handle, and when she was this far gone she needed the shit bad!
She’d confessed her story to him one drunken night and you didn’t need a fucking crazy doctor degree to know she was schizophrenic. Hearing voices all the time? Fuck that noise. But when she was on her game, she was a solid runner.
Leaving her propped up next to a garbage can and a red brick wall he went back to his corner. When she stabilized, she’d come negotiate payment. Which meant all his runs this afternoon would be covered.
She’d never put out for him or anyone else. Something about being close and watching people she cared for die. So, he’d never tap that ass, no matter how fine it was. He’d shared a room with her once, two years ago? Fuck she was damned sexy coming out of the shower. But she’d turned down the sex, and he’d ended up chokin’ the chicken in the shower after her. He could still remember what it smelled like. Apple Blossoms and Lilacs. And that was without any perfumes. He had dreams about her, and always woke up messy afterwards.
But her voices were getting worse, and he’d tried to get her into a hospital, before too long the smak in her arm wouldn’t stop the voices. She needed real meds, not the street stuff. But she’d vanished for a month after that fight, so he never brought it up again. Even though he knew she’d be dead, hell she should already be dead, she took more smak in one hit than anybody else took all day.
***
Twenty minutes later she was walking towards him and running her fingers through her hair. He’d almost called her name when he saw the shake of her head, and the look she gave the guy across the street. The guy had been reading a paper and never crossed over. Looking back at her he saw her eyes close and she started jerking like she was possessed.
Fuck! Was the smak bad? Had he been selling shit all morning? Was he being setup for a bad deal? The guy across the street was running, his coat flapping. Gun! Cop or Muscle. Shit was going tits up!
Turning Tommy ran, and he ran hard and fast. Straight into two guys with steel muscles and then the interior of a car. The vehicle pulled away silent and slow as Tommy stared at a silencer.
On the Street Aliana’s body was twitching blood running down her nose...
In the distance sirens rose in volume as the they got closer.
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