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School Days Origins: FaultSpirit woke to Savannah's voice. She was screaming at him, shaking him, crying.
"Savvy?" he asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"They took her! They've taken her!"
Spirit's eyes widened. There was no need to ask who. He ran out of the mansion, going to the part of the garden where he know his mother would be.
"Mother?" he asked approaching her. He momentarily remembered that he was still in his nightclothes, and that Father would beat him bloody if he knew that Spirit allowed his mother to see him like this.
Mia raised her head. Her blue eyes were lost in tears. She reached for him, but he turned away from her and ran towards the road. He saw a truck and he ran after it, and he continued running until he feet bled. He collapsed on to his knees. The ten year old redhead gasped the air greedily as tears fan down his face. She was gone. Gwydion was gone. His silk nightclothes were torn and bloody, and when he got home his father would beat him.
As Spirit laid gasping a hand came down
School Days Chapter Seven: Flying.-*-
The next time Franken walked to Mrs. Wagner's house he wasn't alone. Spirit walked next to him, looking at everything around them. Mary had sent them for more black fabric, and Franken was carring a basket full of eggs, and no matter how many times Spirit asked Franken held them.
But this time, like the last, he was stopped by Wolfgang and his allies.
"Going back to the weird old lady's house," he sneered as he lowered himself to Franken's level.
Spirit growled. He haven’t the slights idea what the boy said, but something to do with the way he made his face look suggested that he was insulting Franken.
So Spirit stepped in front of the smaller boy and glared at the other German boy. "Leave him alone."
Wolfgang raised a doubting eyebrow at Spirit, and looked around the redhead and looked at Franken. "American?"
Wolfgang smirked at Spirit, and was about to say something, but Spirit's fist stopped him.
Spirit pushed Wolfgang down on to the ground, and launched a
Full Moon chapter one-*-
Once upon a time there were four kingdoms. Three of the four destroyed the one and divided the land between themselves.
Once upon a time the barbarians of the west used them for trophies, Hellenic of the south for slaves, and the weapons to the east used them for food.
Once upon a time every full moon creatures of the night would attack the creatures of the day.
Once upon a time there was a prophecy that a witch, conceived and born under the full moon, would rebuild her country and stop a war.
Once upon a time the three leaders of the three kingdoms heard the prophecy, and they had every witch born under the full moon destroyed.
Once upon a time a witch had three daughters, all conceived and born under the full moon.
Once upon a time the witches decided to fight back.
Wolves chased her. They nipped at her heals. Tore at her dress. It was a full moon, and they thought her human. She really wished that she could use magic.
Medusa held the vial close to her chest. The bracelet on
School Days Chapter Six: Leaving. -*-
Spirit was a fool.
He liked Kurt and Mary Stein. He knew it was incredibly stupid of him, but he couldn't help it.
Kurt was a tall, muscular man. He looked like someone had tried to make him look strong and serious, but the constant twinkle in his blue eyes and permanent upturn of his lips almost diminished the effect. Almost. He always seemed to be laughing about something, even after Spirit and Franken walked in on Mary cleaning up a wound on Kurt rather close to his heart.
Mary was as tall as him, and almost a strong. Her jaw had a more feminine outline to it, that Franken had inherited. Her grey hair was the longest of her family, but still only to her jaw. Her brown eyes had an anger to them that only seemed to disappear when her husband or her son was present. Or him. She didn't seem to like being a domestic wife, but she would do it for her family.
They weren't very old, late twenties or early thirties at the most.
Kurt only wore tan, and Mary only wore red. Mary wore a pe
BeWitching Part one: Fish, Chapter One. -*-
Daijiro Nilima hopped up and down in his seat when he saw Death City.
“Look! Look! We’re here!”
From the front seat his mother, Sachi, laughed. “We get it, Daij. Settle down.”
Daijiro stayed still, but couldn’t wipe his grin off of his face. He had waited all summer for this. No more bullies, no more stupid girls, plus they got to kick ass! How cool is that?
He looked at his brother. Ichiro had his mother’s red hair, but his got his father’s seriousness. Ichiro was too old for playing. He had to learn and study. The only thing he really had time for was girls. Ugh.
He couldn’t help but look at his sister. Ayumi met her brother’s gaze and made a face. A funny face that made Daijiro laughed out loud. She was always the big brother that he wanted. She helped him find worms. She had mud fights. When he snuck out of the house she kept his secret. And he kept hers, especially when she snuck out with her spray cans. He loved th
School Days Origins: Bloody CrimsonGuilt.
They made him who he was. And he hated it. The look of his victums right before the light forever went from their eyes.
And it was his fault. His fault that wives never saw husbands again, daughters their mothers, siblings, grandparents, all because they put it in with the wrong people.
He was an assassion. People bought him to kill people. When he killed he got money. How else was a twelve year old supposed to earn a pay?
Suger Sweetness sold her body, Raven Tail sold her mind, Nat sold his health, and Amin sold his voice. They were around his age.
That's what happenes in the Underworld. He was Bloody Crimson, twelve year old assassion for hire, member of the Red Headed League. He drank and smoked away his pain. The only thing left was his Innocence, and people were trying to take that away from him too.
Bloody Crimson didn't need another name, but he had one. One that was kept a secret from everyone. The only way anyone would reconize him wou
School Days chapter five: Reviving. -*-
Victoria was the first of her little party to awaken. She was sharing a room with Carrie and Jenny, both of whom had their blankets pulled tightly around them. The boys were sleeping across the hall, in their own room.
She went through her bag, grabbing her soaps. After the Steins convinced them to let the demon scythe stay there they went to town and rented some rooms at a local inn. Victoria started for the bathroom. Since she was the first one awake she would have to contact Lord Death and tell him about the boys, a task that Victoria wasn't looking forward too.
Victoria hissed as warm water poured down on her. She turned the hot nozzle all the way off, and started to scrub her hair. It wasn't like she didn't like Lord Death; it was just at times she found him annoying. And fake. And he was a physical representation of things she didn't like: order, following rules without question. Victoria wasn't one to take stuff lying down.
There was another reason she didn't like to talk
School Days chapter four: Learning. -*-
Victoria was surprised that two grey haired humans could out run a meister and a weapon, but out run them they did. They all followed Mary to wherever she was heading, when suddenly she stopped. Standing in front of Mary were the four people Victoria absolutely did not want to see.
The thicker of the men stepped forward and ran one of his hands through his dark short hair. "We lost the boy."
Victoria raised an eyebrow. "I can see that. What about you two?" she asked the group of girls.
One of the girls played with her long copper locks, while the one in the baseball cap answered. "We lost the demon scythe too."
Malcolm let out a small chuckle while Victoria groaned. "What happened?"
The four exchanged a glance and started to explain what happened. After they had finished both Malcolm and Kurt were doubled over laughing, while Victoria had put her hand over her eyes in disbelief.
All of the adults looked over into the trees where a young girl of about seven had just come o
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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