I regret to inform you all that the long distance disadvantage disables Qin and I from writing a collab story. I'm sorry for any disappointment caused. ,_____, ----- I will begin writing after watching this... Movie. ,__,
----- Chapter 3, Light and Dark ----- The cool air hit my skin dozens of times, the cold begging to cling to my flesh as the ice begins to form. It's only natural for me to react like this. I never really liked the weather here. It's always so drab... And lonely. It reminds me of being alone. ---- *Flashback* ---- Valentines day. Also known as Single Awareness Day. I sat quietly, folding and unfolding the paper as the room got even more quiet... For me, anyway. A girl beside me deluded herself into believing we were having a conversation. "Hey, Xavier! Can I borrow your pen?" That hand that touched mine... It was Cynthia's. It was warm. Her blonde hair fell behind her back, pinned with all sorts of vibrant clips. More giggling. I never really liked blondes. Her cerulean blue eyes met mine, and for a moment, I could see nothing behind those aqua orbs. I was uncomfortable with all these façades being put up. To make them look pretty in front of people. Was it always what people were like? Cynthia was back. This time, she no longer put on that false smile with countless flaws. She seemed almost human for a moment. Her friends were still giggling, but Cynthia looked... Almost depressed. The bitter revelation was about to unfold. "... D-do you... Not l-like me, Xavier?" "To be honest, I've never really fancied blondes." And at that priceless moment, the majority of blonde haired girls in this room turned their heads to me and gave an incredolous look. I could've smirked, too, if it wasn't for her bursting out in tears at that moment. Her clique of shallow blonde haired maidens hushed, no longer making high pitched ugly noises. I don't see what's the problem. A rejection was a rejection... Right? And yet this feeling spread around inside my chest, threatening to kill me. ---- *End* ---- I kept reminding myself, Xavier, if you want a go at life, you must understand that the world is not so simple. It wasn't. It was the exact opposite. Gears worked in my head and I slowly behan to realize, it was more complex than you think. Women were such fragile creatures... God forbid me to make them cry or else I'd seem like a monster. Reminiscing had never been my favorite thing to do, but I'd make an exception just this once. After all, I need to amuse myself when I'm about to kill an entire family of humans. ----- I apologize again for the long wait and short update. It's 1:21AM and I have lost my will to write, but I promise you, I will begin writing tomorrow. And I am a lady of my words... Sometimes.
Hey I know this is kind of random, and I'm sorry, but I just wanted to inform you that there is a player on here whos username is cheekychloe. You might not care, but I figured that you might care, because that is what your username used to be. Oh...what is society coming to? *sigh*
---- Chapter 3, Light and Darkness, Part 2 ---- Xavier's P.O.V. ---- Pain. Had anyone on this planet truly felt it? Countless rejections, millions of bitter revelations, everything could cause it. But true pain... Is when your guy wrenches as that overwhelming feeling penetrates glass walls and breaks you in half. ---- "Wh... What do you want with... m-me?" "..." "Please... I have two daughters... A wife... A-and a son..." "... You really want to know what I want? I want your lives." I loved it. It was like getting my first high from inhaling drugs... But this... Is perfect. I could grasp what's happening, I'm in control. And that motivation was what I needed before I drove the blade through the man's heart, impaling him on the knife. The rest of the family gave a muffled scream, squirming. But the baby... She was patient, alright. Those eyes stared at me, as if telling me that if I should kill her, hell would be unleashed. As if hell didn't already exist. The kill was quick, the mother slumping lifeless onto her husband. I was getting the life extinguishing feeling of murder, just by watching her blood mix with his. ---- Bodies dissolved into ashes, and I had cleaned the blood off the entire room. It was a king's feast... I let the bloodlust take control over my body... I wanted that intoxicating feeling... I needed it. It drove me off the edge. ---- Quincy's P.O.V. ---- "Quincy...! QUINCY!" "Huh? Wuh? OMFG BOMBERMAN!" Faith was standing above me, holding a very very pointy and intimidating object... "You know what this is?" It GLEAMED!! OMG I WAS GOING TO DIE. "It's used to make you stay awake... By injecting you with this very very painful liquid that'll infect your bloodstream and paralyze you for life." SHE WAS GRINNING, TOO!" "BYAKURAN YOU ASSHOLE, USE YOUR JAPANESE SAMURAI NINJUTSU CRAP." Somehow, he wasn't motivated by my charm... Only gave a grunt and stared ahead at the screen sucking a lollipop and playing Mario Kart... Hmm... Make sure it's appealing to men is now my first priority. "Lay off... Sheesh." MY ANGEL, MY ANGEL!! ... Ohhh.... Shit. "BRAYLEIGH, WANNA SUCK ON MY LOLLIPOP?" And Byakuran's doing a fine job, creeping her out with his failed flirting tactics whilst I'm being manhandled by a deranged psychopathic woman. He should've went to my pick up women class for dummies. And as Faith drove the syringe through my arm, Sydney and Iris walked in with nothing but towels wrapped around their bodies. "OHHHH I'M GONNA FAINT." And from this day onwards, I still don't know whether I fainted from the loss of blood or the excruciating pain. ---- ._____.