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Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?The cemetery was empty.
The weeds and grasses and mosses were growing up the side of the tombstones. Or at least in the older part of the cemetery they were. The new cemetery was only a fence away, the ground filled with newer, fresh bodies. The grass was cut often, weeds sprayed and dying, fresh flowers laid out for the bodies under layers of fresh dirt. People would visit it often.
The old cemetery was ignored, the ground was full of old bodies, there wasn't any room left for new, fresh ones. That's why they made the new one next door. The mausoleum held the Greenstones; no living relatives left to leave flowers on the steps. The mausoleu
Beyond Birthday Is Real A sharp pain came to my head as I sat in the darkness. I felt cloth on my face which could only mean I had been blindfolded. My limbs had gone numb, but as I struggled I could feel the rope's restraint as a woven pressure against my wrists and ankles. My hands were useless behind my back as there was nothing I could see that could possibly lead to my escape. My only thoughts were that this couldn't be the police. This wasn't how they do their work.
I heard a dark chuckle as I fought more against what held me, to no avail. A quick slash was all it took and the cloth fell, but I jumped to find a bloodied, grinning face a mere inch away from
The Carnivale IITwisted Memories
"How can you stay with me when I'm about to break your heart!?" Someone yelled."I can't love anyone if I don't know what it is!!" The added, their voice breaking. Something crashed into a wall and someone else spoke up, voice steady and calm,"I can show you." They said.
"I'll teach you how special it really is, just come with me please." They begged.
It was silent, except for silent sobbing.
"I can't I'm a monster. I'll break your heart and smile while I do it. I may feely guilt, but not enough to hurt my sleep. You don't deserve that Matt. Please don't make me go with you "
Mello groaned, pushing himself
"Get off me!" Mello growled, grabbing his attackers shirt and shoving him against the wall. The man hissed as his spine painfully connected with the bricks of the alleyway. "This'll show you not to steal from me." He muttered, pulling back a gloved fist and connecting it with the thief's face. Blood welled up on the mans lip and he growled, trying to kick Mello's feet out from under him.
The blonde was smarter though, so it took him only a second to move his hands to the man's throat, stopping his attacks as he tried to pry the leather gloves fro his throat. Mello just smirked as the thief struggled, unable to do anything though a
(So okay I blame the book I read on werewolves the last night before I went to sleep while and watching Death Note before that.)
Near watched Matt for a while as the gamer walk into the kitchen and open the fridge and pulled out a try of the diced cubed beef and tore open the plastic film and started eating the raw meat, not wearing his goggles Near saw Matt closed his eyes as if he was eating the most wonderful thing ever. The light over head show Matt's bare chest off a scare of last week's bite still bright and swollen on his stomach the black and blue bruises still strong colour on his pale skin.
Matt stopped his feeding and turne
What's My Name? Part IPart One, "Nameless"
"The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms."
~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr. ~
When B had arrived at the Wammy House, the large red bricked orphanage set aside in a small patch of country near Winchester, he hadn't expected to stay for very long. Since his parents' death, he had gone through many such homes. This was just one more in a long line of orphanages that had taken him in, feeling sorry for his pitiable circumstances, and who had all eventually found some way to offload him to another set of waiting hands. It was routine by now, and B had learned not to expect anything to change in that routi
The GreySnow floated down from the steel clouds overcasting the sky, trailing along the feather soft breeze as it wisped between the marble tombs and made their gifted roses rustle, a few petals coming loose and falling onto the mound of earth that was freshly turned, though already covered in a healthy blanket of silvery white, a mere shade off of grey. The petals rested there, blood red on snow, resembling droplets of blood dripped from a mortal wound. At least, that was how they saw it. Midori green eyes, clear and bright in a world that seemed fuzzy and grey to their owner. He was gazing at the grave, as cold as the stone that marked its head, th
Life is like a boat ~Mini Contest Entry~"It's L's fault. All of it. The idiot made A kill himself!" Beyond sobbed. He felt lost without his best friend by his side. Now all he had was a simple jar of jam and even that would eventually leave him. "I hate L!" He screamed. "He didn't even go to the funeral! How much effort would it have taken L to walk into the garden?!" Beyond ran into L's room and pinned him to the wall. "Why? Why did you push him to this?!" L didn't react. He expected this to happen the second he heard the gun shot. A was Beyond's best friend and the only person he could share everything (except his jam) with. The one person who knew Beyond the best, is now dead.
LxAbi Part 1L's POV
L woke up with a start. Something was wrong, he could feel it. The TV was still switched on. "11 year old Kumi Takajirou has been missing for 6 days and was last seen in the Kanto region of Japan. If anyone has any information of her whereabouts please inform the police" An image of a girl flashed on the screen. She seemed happy and deep down; L knew she was unlikely to see her parents again. Unlikely to see anyone. "In other news a human skeleton was found in the house of 36 year old Yuri Sekariou on Friday night. Police have confirmed the DNA at the scene was Sekariou and she is believed to be dead." L stared at the screen. "Anothe
MattxMello True Ending-matts point of view-
I paused everything in my mind for just a second. I lit my third favorite addiction, cigarettes. When I decide there was no more time to waste I started to push the car faster. As I veered right I pulled out the smoke gun that Mello had given me. As I shot it towards Takada and the crowd of people, then guards got in their cars and started after me. I used my impressive driving skills, that I managed to take from my second favorite addiction, games, until I reached an intersection where there were a substantial amount of guards and their cars spread to block my path.
I could had slammed right passes them, bu
MelloxMatt - lifes purpose I was just.. living.. no purpose.. everything was just like broken glass over the floor. No where to go.. but up or down.
It kept me thinking of death. Not something someone my age should be thinking about but I had once read in a book that depression actually reaches children first at the age of 9 to about age 15. That is just natural depression, even if nothing is wrong with your life, but hah, even if everyone can find something wrong with their lives... not many can compare it to ours. Even if we are fortunate to have found a place to stay.. given a goal.. I still cant help but notice.. Ill never get anywhere else if I dont
Threads :DNFic: :MxM:"Matt, c'mon already. Quit lagging behind." Mello frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He stood still a moment, looking behind as the redheaded gamer stood a few yards away on the city sidewalk.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Rolling his eyes once from behind orange-tinted goggles, the hacker sighed, raising both hands to an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He cupped his hands around the cigarette, shielding it from the cool winter air as he lit it. The heat from the lighter felt exquisite, seeing as all he wore was a thin black and red striped jumper. He shivered once, placing the silver lighter in one of his jean's pockets.
Deep wrinkles fo
Play That Track, Vinyl Scratch!
He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Vinyl Scratch. Just Vinyl, if you were one of her bros and part of the inner circle. Matt had been one of said bros for a few good years now, ever since he started hitting up the underground raves and met a certain blue haired chick with a grin that showed just how much fun she was having, spinning those tracks for the glow stick wearing hoards. Even now, years later, that enthusiasm was still evident on her face, in the sparkle of her maroon eyes behind the rocking purple shades she always donned. They'd bonded over their mutual love of lenses and the rave scene, and now Vinyl dropped a 411 whenever
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