Don't Shoot the Messenger? by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Don't Shoot the Messenger?
I mounted the silencer onto the muzzle of my SV-99 Russian sniper rifle, those Russians sure made good guns. It was a .22LR caliber with straight pull bolt action. A 350mm barrel and 1000mm length. It could shoot up to 100m which was excellent for this area. Low noise with a threaded muzzle (the silencer is just an added bonus), a low probability of ricochet and extremely lethal. But then again, what gun is not extremely lethal?
I balanced the butt of the gun on my knee, still standing, and the other half on the bipod, which rested on the glassless windowsill. Fixing my tie I took a look around the room. Small, dark, and perfect for
The Pynchs study was gigantic. The ceiling reached at least 50 feet up and the walls were lined with bookshelves that went just as high. Every book in the room looked long and boring and full of information only the smartest of people would ever know. In the center of the room was a table reaching from the double doors to the other end, leaving enough room to walk around of course. Right now the table was completely empty and I sat on one of the many chairs at its side.
I had woken up about an hour after the incident as Renee was calling it. I had killed a man that attacked me, big deal right? It was just self-d
She sits all alone staring towards the ground. Her face is bitter, frozen in constant pain; as it always was and as it always will be. What could cause such pain? Nothing but loss, unforgiving, uncaring loss.
Her grey face makes her look sickly in the evening light that filters through the darkening clouds. Her dress flows down past her feet as she holds the bouquet of colourless flowers in her left hand. A hand is held against the hard yet soft skin of her face, keeping her head from falling to the ground below. Her hair falls gently on her back as she sits, thinking of past hope. Half-closed eyes stare at the soil, seeing nothing b
I fly over these red fields,
That have a loud booming roar,
I pray you won't see the great Heaven's door,
I shoot down the enemy with tears in my eyes,
But you should know I've always got your six,
This is something our foe can't fix,
Brothers in arms till the very end,
No matter what happens I'll keep you alive,
Even now we're five by five,
So now I fly over those red fields,
With the loud booming roar,
And cry for joy you're not at Heaven's door,
I'll watch over you from here,
Make sure you stay unharmed,
You'll never have to be alarmed,
'Cause I've got your six,
That's something the foe can't fix.
I can feel it pushing down on me now. Its like I cant breathe from its crushing power. Life was not always like this; life used to be easy. Now Im walking a tightrope, carefully balancing over the circus ring of life with the crowd yelling at me. They tell me to fall, tell me to keep on trying; some dont even seem to care what happens to me. But when their shouts turn to laughter in my mind my thoughts attempt to block them out and think back to an easier time.
When I first started there were people to help me, to guide me. I can walk along the ground with ease but then suddenly Im at the top of a platfor
Chapter 13 - Strangers by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter 13 - Strangers
Sitting in front of The Café I began to wonder what I was doing. It had taken me nearly an hour to simply walk into town from the mansion, when I was running it seemed a lot shorter. Then I had wandered around looking for Hunter for over an hour with no success what so ever. After getting up at four in the morning and then walking for two hours my feet were really starting to hurt.
I crossed my legs and looked down at the black sweater in my lap. What should I do now? I was extremely tired and was beginning to get a headache. And from my experience bad things happened when I got head aches.
I have to go to the store and that us
5 Days till school starts.
My eyes opened and I looked around my room. There was no light coming through the curtains so I figured it was still very early. That was a good thing, I could use more sleep.
I let out a sigh and nestled myself back into my covers. I was very comfy; at least I was until Renee came in.
Wake up, he yelled while blasting through my bedroom door. I could hear two pans banging together as well. Pleasant. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut, when the noise did not stop I rolled over and looked at Renee. He was still shouting and banging pans, but the pans were in the air and he was not ac
Chapter 11 - Mind Tricks part2 by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter 11 - Mind Tricks part2
Sitting across from Renee drinking coffee, I tried not to think. At all. But it was hard to not think, something always came into my mind and every so often Renee would stop eating just to laugh at me. I was still thankful for getting a different waitress though. What I was not thankful for were the slight glares both Renee and I received from both humans and demons. Renee had decided to sit on the demon side of the café which was why the demons were mad; we were technically human after all. And the humans hated us because well, we were different.
Renee had to explain it all to me. Humans hated anything different from them.
Chapter Ten - Mind Tricks by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter Ten - Mind Tricks
Renee and I were both on the floor sitting cross legged facing each other. There was about three feet between us and I was feeling a little self conscious. Not because he was a guy, but because I was wearing the same clothes I did yesterday. I was also glad that nobody else was there though. We were in what Gin called the training room. It was large and white, just like the rest of the house. But here there were wooden boards running up the walls every so often. Covering the rest of the room were axes, swords and other various pointy things hanging from the walls. There was a balance board like a gymnast would use along wi
Don't Shoot the Messenger? by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Don't Shoot the Messenger?
I mounted the silencer onto the muzzle of my SV-99 Russian sniper rifle, those Russians sure made good guns. It was a .22LR caliber with straight pull bolt action. A 350mm barrel and 1000mm length. It could shoot up to 100m which was excellent for this area. Low noise with a threaded muzzle (the silencer is just an added bonus), a low probability of ricochet and extremely lethal. But then again, what gun is not extremely lethal?
I balanced the butt of the gun on my knee, still standing, and the other half on the bipod, which rested on the glassless windowsill. Fixing my tie I took a look around the room. Small, dark, and perfect for
The Pynchs study was gigantic. The ceiling reached at least 50 feet up and the walls were lined with bookshelves that went just as high. Every book in the room looked long and boring and full of information only the smartest of people would ever know. In the center of the room was a table reaching from the double doors to the other end, leaving enough room to walk around of course. Right now the table was completely empty and I sat on one of the many chairs at its side.
I had woken up about an hour after the incident as Renee was calling it. I had killed a man that attacked me, big deal right? It was just self-d
She sits all alone staring towards the ground. Her face is bitter, frozen in constant pain; as it always was and as it always will be. What could cause such pain? Nothing but loss, unforgiving, uncaring loss.
Her grey face makes her look sickly in the evening light that filters through the darkening clouds. Her dress flows down past her feet as she holds the bouquet of colourless flowers in her left hand. A hand is held against the hard yet soft skin of her face, keeping her head from falling to the ground below. Her hair falls gently on her back as she sits, thinking of past hope. Half-closed eyes stare at the soil, seeing nothing b
I fly over these red fields,
That have a loud booming roar,
I pray you won't see the great Heaven's door,
I shoot down the enemy with tears in my eyes,
But you should know I've always got your six,
This is something our foe can't fix,
Brothers in arms till the very end,
No matter what happens I'll keep you alive,
Even now we're five by five,
So now I fly over those red fields,
With the loud booming roar,
And cry for joy you're not at Heaven's door,
I'll watch over you from here,
Make sure you stay unharmed,
You'll never have to be alarmed,
'Cause I've got your six,
That's something the foe can't fix.
I can feel it pushing down on me now. Its like I cant breathe from its crushing power. Life was not always like this; life used to be easy. Now Im walking a tightrope, carefully balancing over the circus ring of life with the crowd yelling at me. They tell me to fall, tell me to keep on trying; some dont even seem to care what happens to me. But when their shouts turn to laughter in my mind my thoughts attempt to block them out and think back to an easier time.
When I first started there were people to help me, to guide me. I can walk along the ground with ease but then suddenly Im at the top of a platfor
Chapter 13 - Strangers by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter 13 - Strangers
Sitting in front of The Café I began to wonder what I was doing. It had taken me nearly an hour to simply walk into town from the mansion, when I was running it seemed a lot shorter. Then I had wandered around looking for Hunter for over an hour with no success what so ever. After getting up at four in the morning and then walking for two hours my feet were really starting to hurt.
I crossed my legs and looked down at the black sweater in my lap. What should I do now? I was extremely tired and was beginning to get a headache. And from my experience bad things happened when I got head aches.
I have to go to the store and that us
5 Days till school starts.
My eyes opened and I looked around my room. There was no light coming through the curtains so I figured it was still very early. That was a good thing, I could use more sleep.
I let out a sigh and nestled myself back into my covers. I was very comfy; at least I was until Renee came in.
Wake up, he yelled while blasting through my bedroom door. I could hear two pans banging together as well. Pleasant. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut, when the noise did not stop I rolled over and looked at Renee. He was still shouting and banging pans, but the pans were in the air and he was not ac
Chapter 11 - Mind Tricks part2 by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter 11 - Mind Tricks part2
Sitting across from Renee drinking coffee, I tried not to think. At all. But it was hard to not think, something always came into my mind and every so often Renee would stop eating just to laugh at me. I was still thankful for getting a different waitress though. What I was not thankful for were the slight glares both Renee and I received from both humans and demons. Renee had decided to sit on the demon side of the café which was why the demons were mad; we were technically human after all. And the humans hated us because well, we were different.
Renee had to explain it all to me. Humans hated anything different from them.
Chapter Ten - Mind Tricks by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter Ten - Mind Tricks
Renee and I were both on the floor sitting cross legged facing each other. There was about three feet between us and I was feeling a little self conscious. Not because he was a guy, but because I was wearing the same clothes I did yesterday. I was also glad that nobody else was there though. We were in what Gin called the training room. It was large and white, just like the rest of the house. But here there were wooden boards running up the walls every so often. Covering the rest of the room were axes, swords and other various pointy things hanging from the walls. There was a balance board like a gymnast would use along wi
Forbidden Blood
1.Secrets
AHHHHH
Ali, finally you wake up. Your mumbling kept me awake all night, so I was like screw it, Ill get ready for school now. Oh and by the way, Ali ..if you finally tell me what youre on, I might actually help you through it, but until then youre going to have to do the same old crap that us NORMAL people do, so get up and get ready, class starts in 10 minutes. Oh and by the way, that was a LOUD Scream.
Yes, yes, I know what youre thinking, and no, I don&
Chapter One - Dreamless Sleep by BetteNoire88, literature
Literature
Chapter One - Dreamless Sleep
I woke up in a large white room. I would have assumed it to be a hospital room except for the fact it only had one door and no window. Next to me there was a single table with a piece of paper on it, noticing there was no beeping machine there I knew it was not a hospital. I looked down at myself; I wore black jeans and a long blue tee-shirt that went down to mid-thigh. When I wiggled up the pillows I knew I was wearing a bra as well. I only noticed how weak I felt when I attempted to pick up the small paper and my arm fell half way there. I stared for a long moment at my arm and realized that it was slightly numb, along with the rest
my last journal entry was november...now its feb! JEEZ!
I put up my long narrative from my writers craft class just to put something up. Chapter 15 is still under construction and probably will be for a little longer. I have four classes now and it isn't fun.
I feel bad for not keeping up with the story more. I need a longer attention span...
On the next chapter. FINALLY. I don't have too much school work, so I actually have some free time not being spent on the couch exhausted. It may still be a little while though, I have to work today and I have tomorrow off! YAY!
I hope I can finish it this month...