Sorry I can't update today, but here is a sneak peek at a story I am thinking about starting! Please tell me if you like it and if you think its worth making a thread for... ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() I slowly sneaked through the back door, so my mom couldn't see my bleeding face. I had cuts all over and she wouldn't believe another fake injury. Even I'm not that clumsy. I sneaked passed her with ease. I Peeked through the door to my parents bedroom to see if anyone was there. Someone was. My dad was there, but it's not like he would notice. He had the beer again. My dad drinks whenever he has a bad day at work...which is almost every other day. He's not my real dad. My dad died when I was two. My mom remarried four years later, and appearently after ten years, you're stepdad suddenly becomes you're real dad. (or so my mom thinks). I'm not you're typical teenager. I don't have tons of friends, and I don't get invited to many parties. I don't play football, or any sports for that matter. I'm what someone would call goth. Sure I like the dark colors, and depressing music, but that doesn't mean I'm not a human being. I apparently don't even have a name anymore. At school they just call me "goth kid." Is it really that hard to say my name? Flustered, I went into my room. I dug through my closet, and found what I was looking for. My father's pistol. There was one bullet, and I had been saving it up. How easy it would be to just pull the trigor and end it now. The only thing keeping me here is Anna. She's the most gorgeous girl in the world. Of course, I need a way to get rid of Brett. I have a plan, but it's not going to be easy. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} it's just a first draft but I like it a lot! Look for it in the forums coming soon...maybe!
Ok, I caved... I just HAD to update for you all... ******************************************** Hank's POV What happened last night? Was I drunk? Probably. I am almost afraid to go back to my favorite bar, in fear of possibly seeing Nicole again. I got over my fear and drove to the club. I slowly walked in with my hat over my eyes. I looked around. No sign of Nicole. Perfect. I wanted to pick up some other babe tonight, but I couldn't get Nicole out of my head. The way she reminded me of Katherine was just so...strange. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. "Give me anything that'll get me drunk," I mumbled. The bar tender laughed as he gave me a shot of something I'd never had before. After about my...seventh...drink, a woman stared walking my way. I was hammered, so I didn't remember much. "The name's Trixzi," she said. "Hank," I rambled. The rest of the night was a blur, until I woke up the next morning with her next to me. "Here's the story," she said sounding annoyed. She told me that last night I got drunk and she seduced me and took me home. She also told me that she was Nicole's best friend, and Nicole told her to go find me. "Nicole said there's something different about you, and she wants to get to know you more," Trixzi explained. I allowed her to take me to Nicole's only to get my phone back. We arrived at her house fifteen minutes later. I didn't move, for all I saw was Nicole sitting on her front porch...with Katherine.
Name: Adam Role: Police Officer Personality: Tough, sarcastic, not mean per se, but does not mess around, and gets to the bottom of things quickly. Very observant, very skilled at combat and aiming a gun. Quick reflexes. Looks: Short hair, goatee, thin but defined face, (Nothing to do with looks) has a deep menacing voice that sounds like he's whispering kind of, but he's just talking like he normally does. Tall, very strong. Has a black, leather trench-coat on when he's not in his police uniform. I based it off of Adam Jensen on Deus Ex: Human Revolution. Ha