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RunnerMy eyes. I'm staring into my own dull eyes.
The mirror in front of me shows me a person that isn't going anywhere. A young man in his early twenties. Tall, but nothing extraordinary. Messy brown hair. Eyes peeking over glasses. Green eyes that say "go." Eyes that feel like they've seen a lot. Eyes with bags under them. The man is tired.
God, I'm so tired.
I live in my dream land of sorts, daydreaming that I'm free, that I'm out in an open road somewhere, just running freely. No one to stop me, no one to lay a finger on me. No one to stare at my backside. What?
A woman's eyes. I can feel a woman's eyes glance over and hold their gaze at me. I try to shrug it off, but it's hard. Impossible. Why is she looking at me? Staring. My outfit is pretty standard. Blue jeans and a t-shirt wit
Take TwoNnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn! God damn, the sound of an alarm clock is annoying. I'm sitting up at the edge of my bed, turning the switch on the clock to the off position. 6:00 on a Monday morning. My eyes plead for a few more moments in the "shut" position, just a few more minutes of pure relaxation, but I refuse. Resisting temptation is key, especially when it comes to sleep. If you give yourself just a few seconds, they turn to minutes and hours. And I don't have hours. I don't have time.
Do any of us?
It's too early to be thinking about questions such as these, but it seems with each passing day, that's all I'm doing. I get up and out of bed, the cool air of the house hitting my naked body as I shuffle to the closet to find my uniform. A gray polo shirt with black pants. The most boring uniform I have ever had the displ
ObliteratorThere was complete stillness and no sound to accompany it, other than my nearly silent breath. I took a few steps backwards and the sound echoed as my heavy boots clamped down upon the concrete. Step. Step. My sword slid elegantly from his large frame and my enemy slumped to the cold floor. Disgusting. No remorse. As I looked down at him I realized that I had come a long way. I wiped the wet blade along his tattered clothes and proceeded into the next room. Surely she must be there. After all, if not, what was the point?
I fell back in time.
It was our town's holiday. "Hero's Day." The day from which we were to obtain ambition and compassion and just become a stronger community. It was the day the legends spoke of, when the Great Hero of the past had risen before. A hero of determination.
Terra SuperumChapter One
"Dammit!" I exhaled, diving behind a thin steel wall. The gunshots hit the wall one at a time. One. Two. Three. Four. As soon as the fifth ping hit my ears, I jumped up from behind the small object and ran at full speed to the turret. As it reloaded, I listened for the sound. It was coming up quickly, and I heard the gears begin to turn from the machine. I dove under it, my chest sliding along the cold steel floor, my hands made contact with the floor as I slid, and I pushed myself up, and backwards, my feet flying up and into the air, kicking the turret hard and knocking it loose. I grabbed it within this split second and aimed it up at the ceiling, letting it shoot the machine that controlled it. The five shots caused an explosion, and I ran behind another steel wall to protect
P1 The scene opens in what appears to be a simple town gathering. There are many characters littered about, facing a large fountain in the middle of the town, celebrating something. They are all dressed in red clothes of different types. Nobody in the crowd really stands out from anyone else, but they do appear to be waiting for something. A young woman, dressed in an elegant red dress gets up upon a stage in front of them. She is wearing a small crown and settles the crowd. A light tune is playing just barely in the background. It is peaceful and joyous.
Princess: Hello everyone, and thank you for coming to this town's annual Hero's Day!
The crowd cheers for the princess and applauds her, shouting things such as "All hail the princess!"
Princess: This is the day of the year where we celebrate the heroes in our lives. Whether they be our parents, our f
Gift of GodPeople are screaming. So much screaming... There are explosions everywhere and blood flows down the streets and into the sewers. Where do I run? The attackers are in the skies. The people that aren't hiding in their basements are flocking the streets, trying to dodge debris and explosions just as I am. They are pushing and pulling at one another to try to get away fastest, and even trampling one another. I am fairly certain that one man has a gun and is shooting to get through the crowd. I stand against a building on the sidewalk, watching it all happen. The city is red, as is the sky, which is filled with gigantic plane-looking machines. The world is being attacked and it is losing.
"Sav-whar? Sav-whar? Are you okay?" I snap back into reality. I was merely having a flashback.
AACh-chk! Chunk! Oh lord. Why is this child so abusive? "James! It's time to go!" Oh thank the lord. The young monster runs off and leaves me here. Alone. In the middle of the room, on the shag carpet, tainted a most awful orange-yellow. I stand up and check out today's damage.
A sigh escapes my lips.
My arms are in bad shape, and if he does more damage to my head, that's gonna be gone. After that's lost, I'll likely end up in the garbage, and that will be the end of days for me. At least when James and his mother leave I get the chance to wander the house. I'm one of his favorite toys, but since he has a Game Boy, he doesn't often take me places with him and I get a break. It's a nice house to wander around in, even if some of the other tenants are a bit rude.
I walk to the living room because I like the way th
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