《Agent Lightning: Operation Angel Arms》The nefarious nightmare
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It took a solid minute for me to reform to the sudden shift in location, during that minute, Hollyhocks picked Snidely up, and began slapping him, speaking In a language that could pretty much only be described as out of this world. One world I remember her saying the most though was a flag....or was it fatine? I couldn’t quite remember, since I wasn’t in my right mind. After Hollyhocks was done speaking to Snidely and slapping him silly, his eyes went back to normal and he clutched his cheek.
“Owwww” he whined
“What was that for?”
“Sorry Snidely, you were possessed and unfortunately, slapping combined with speaking the ancient words of the old ones, is the only way to get a ghost out of someone” Hollyhocks muttered, in a somber tone.
“So he was possessed?” I asked for clarification which was stupid in hindsight because it was pretty clear that he was possessed judging from what she just said.
“Yes he is was” Hollyhocks replied.
“Oh well at least that explains why when we were falling earlier, he didn't just teleport us away immediately”
Hollyhocks opened her mouth and was about to speak but before she could even get a word out, Plasmeus interjected and said:
”Actually that's just a normal thing for mind mages. They are very full of themselves. Like, extremely narcissistic. There was this one Luck mage who thought he could beat this Skeletal Dragon. Let's just say.....-” his the voice trailed off for a while before he finished, ”-his luck ran out.”
Well, that certainly explained it. The whole reason Snidely was always annoying is that it's just something all mind mages share
“Well now that's all cleared up, you should both probably head back to your classes seeing as your punishment is over and you have learned to work together.” Plasmeus said.
”Yeah because you put us on the island and nearly killed us” I muttered under my breath.
”I'm sorry what did you say?” Plasmeus asked, Spontaneously bursting into lightning that completely covered his body as a show of his power.
”Uhh...Nothing. Nothing at all” I said, as I walked back to the cafeteria.” I considered leaving the door open for Snidely but he could teleport so walking was kind of useless for him anyway. Right when I entered the cafeteria, A bell buzzed and we all had to leave. But there was one problem. I didn’t know where to go. The other new kids didn’t know where to go either
Well most of the kids didn’t know where to go. Clara was acting like she did but the other death mages weren’t letting her unless she told them. Clara was getting frustrated. Like really frustrated. She began hissing at the other kids.
“Hey stop that” One of the death mages said. She was blonde and her eyes were violet. Clara screamed at her and was about to launch at the girl, but in midair the skin on her face began to crack like a mask. And she began running right at me. I instantly raised my hand to her and shot out a blast of lightning. It was weak of course. I wanted to stun her, not kill her. That’d be something I couldn’t live with. She began convulsing on the floor and spazzing out. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked no one in particular. Suddenly I heard the rustling of bone behind me, and I turned around to see me necrosis. He was eyeing Everyone with a look of confusion, at least I thought it was confusion. It was kind of hard to tell what with him having no eyes.“Well this is something I’m not quite used to” he said as he walked towards Clara.
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“Why is her face cracking unless...” he trailed off. Suddenly, without saying a word, Necrosis bolted over t to Clara, and grabbed her by the neck tightly. Clara’s eyes rolled into her skull as she suddenly went limp from the touch. “Clara!” I shouted, bolting over to Necrosis. “Get away From her!” I screamed jumping out at Necrosis. But it was already too late.Necrosis along with Clara disappeared in a puff of thick black smoke, causing the whole area to reek with the smell of sulfur and death. And I crashed into the hard linoleum floor, letting out a weak gurgle as I did so. I slowly rose to my feet, anger seething in me. What happened to my sister? Where was she? What did Necrosis s to her? These questions and many more began swimming in my mind with the frenzy of a crazy piranha swarm.
I opened my mouth and was about to say something, only for no sound to come from my mouth. Not even a whimper. Suddenly my mouth closed, but not from my own control. I peered around and saw other people just standing there, only seeming able to move their eyes in horror. Then suddenly everyone began walking out of the cafeteria, clearly by their eyes, they weren’t in control. Suddenly, I felt myself walk out of the cafeteria with everyone else. The instant I left the cafeteria I gained control of my body back.
It was at this point I noticed there were arrows on the wall that were moving. So with nothing else to do, I followed them. After walking for a bit I reached a bridge where there were other buildings each covered in a different element.I noticed one of the buildings was covered in flames. Perhaps this was the plasma building? There was only one way to know for sure.i walked into the building and the instant I did, I I was hit by a rush of heat and nearly doubled over. Keep in mind im a plasma mage mage and already have resistance to heat. If a human or non plasma mage entered the building, they’d probably melt like a chocolate bar on a hot summer day. I was in a really long hallway with a single elevator.
There was an arrow on the wall, pointing to the elevator. I heard the pitterung and pattering of rapid feet behind me, and turned to see other plasma mages bolting at me, probably because there was one elevator. I quickly ran over to the elevator, dodging fireballs and energy blast until finally, I entered the elevator and saw an arrow hovering over the number 3 button. I pressed the button rapidly but nothing was happening.The kids were getting closer and closer, until finally, the titanium elevator doors closed, blocking a stray fireball from hitting me.
I took a sigh as the elevator rose. After a while it stopped and the doors slid open, revealing a long hallway filled with metal doors. Their was a banner from the ceiling that just had the illustration of a lightning bolt on it. I saw a giant arrow hovering over one of the doors. I walked over to the door and noticed it had my initials written on it, which was Kind of creepy since I had only been in the Lazarus agency for like a day.And Hollyhocks was a mind mage so maybe she raided everyone’s minds to get their information. As I was thinking that, I suddenly got this massive migraine and suddenly ended the instant I stopped thinking about Hollyhocks as a bad person.
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So that was certainly odd. I looked for a handle on the door only to find none, so instead, I just laid my hand on the door, and voila it slid open, revealing my room. My room was an unbalanced mixture of bland and extreme. The walls were painted blue, The bed was varying shades of brown and black, the ceiling was a dull grey, there was a closet that had nothing except a blue jacket with a lightning strike on it's hoodie, and the floor was made of glass and What I saw below it made me jump back in shock. Below the glass was another a version of me, drowning and flailing in the water. Screaming and trying his hardest to get out of the water, only his movements to slowly get stiffer and stiffer until finally, he let out a weak gasp before submerging into the water, leaving no trace at all.
I was terrified of seeing what happened before me, I was even more terrified of the fact that The only thing stopping very scenario before me actually playing out was a thin panel of glass. I quickly decided to try to not focus on the glass floor and instead I carefully walked over to the bland bed. The sun was beginning to set and I was way to exhausted from the day so I plopped onto the bed with a tired sigh. I couldn't sleep though.Partly because there was a thin layer of glass between me and death, and partly because what had happened in the last 16 hours filled me with such Intrigue and excitemecouldn't sleep.
I tossed end turned and eventually I just got up and looked around and saw the dresser left ajar. I opened it and saw a bag marked with the words: ”Warning: “This can help you sleep but don’t take more than one bite” Inside the bag was a caramel chocolate bar.I opened up the bag and took out the chocolate bar. Strangely enough, it didn’t melt. It was like it was always in the same temperature, warm. I hesitantly took a bite out of the chocolate bar. The chocolate seemed to taste far more unnatural than any other chocolate I had ever tasted. The instant the bar touched my tongue, it seemed to make my tastebuds explode with delight all at once, before quickly being replaced with the regular creamy taste of caramel chocolate. The taste was short and sweet, like a gnome drowning in maple syrup.
It made me feel relaxed and awfully calm. I felt like I could die right then and there, because nothing in life would ever be as blissful, as the first taste of that chocolate bar. I lazily waddled over to my bed, lied down on it, and drifted off into unconsciousness. I found myself in the black abyss, floating like I had no mass. Suddenly I saw...somethingg of in the distance. It was fluid and shimmering. Almost like it was....water! That’s what it was, water. Tons of the stuff. Now I was in a really long school hallway, with red lockers on the walls. The sudden shift in setting practically, made me fall on my feet. “You got this!” A familiar voice said. The water kept rushing at me.
I turned around and ran like the wind away from the rushing wave of water to the door at the end of the hallway. Strangely enough, I couldn't seem to ever reach the door, no matter how fast I would run. Suddenly, locker doors began to fly off of their hinges right as I went near them. I had to use a combination of jumping, rolling and just plain running to get past the flying heaps of metal. I quickly grabbed a stray flying locker door and put it in front of me to use a makeshift shield. It was a little hefty but I would much rather deal with sore arms as opposed to getting decapitated by a locker door. I began bashing away other locker doors for a while. I was still running and once again, the door appeared to be farther away, when I would get close enough to it. I had to get out of here.
I screamed as I felt a single drop of water touch my back, sending chills down my spine. I wasn’t exactly scared of the drop per-say but more of what came with it: Water. A wave of water that just wouldn’t hesitate to swallow my body whole. And I would die a horrid and slow death. I began running no, springing towards the door, dodging ducking and diving past locker doors as I did so. Everything was purely reactionary. No time to think, only time to react. The locker door was hindering my speed so I blocked one more door before dropping it at my feet. Unfortunatualy, in the time it took for me to drop the door, the rushing wave caught up with me and I had to use the door as a makeshift surfing board.
I screamed as I tried my best not to fall into the water, doing so would definitely end in my demise. The locker doors were stil, flying at me, so now I had to avoid them, and avoid not drowning. Lovely. At least this time the door was staying in the same place and not moving away from me so that was good. There was a single golden locker right next to the door, shaking violently. I continued barely dodging the locker doors until suddenly, with a clack, the golden locker door flew off of its hinges with ungodly speed, and bum rushed towards me, cutting the other locker doors in half. Also water was beghinging to seep in through the slits on the locker door I was riding. I was already on an adrenaline rush, but when I felt the water on my feet time began to slow to a crawl.
It was just like with the robot fight. I now had light speed reactions. Couple that with the adrenaline rush and I managed to jump from locker door to locker door. With each Jump, time began to quicken, I was getting less and less reactionary and more focused, and the golden locker door was getting faster and faster. Still, I kept jumping. I had to escape this horrid nightmare. I very quickly ran out of lockers to jump on, time had resumed and the wave was rushing at me. The door was about five feet away. Unfortunately, so was the golden locker. I could only do one thing. I swan dived into the door, barely missing the locker door. I fell on the hard pavement ground of a street.
I slowly got to my feet and turned around, only to see that the hallway was gone, leaving just more street, “Congrats you survived!” The same voice from earlier said right above me, “it would’ve been horrible if you were to die in your sleep on your first day at Lazarus” I turned up to see that the speaker, was in fact Bob floating obove me. I let out a gasp of surprise. “How are you here” I asked bob,” I’m not even in the Lightning training room.” “True, but we are linked till death, remember?” Bob said to me as he slowly began descending to the ground. I suddenly remembered what Zhou had told me about how Bob is particularly clingy to those who survive his dream attacks, and how he always puts people in dangerous situations, especially when they are linked. That was bad.
That meant that from now on, every time I go to sleep, I would be at risk of dying. Is there anything at this damn agency that won’t try to kill me? Probably not. At this rate, I wouldn’t be suprised if the food they served in the cafeteria were oddly shaped monsters that were slowly eating us from the inside. “Anyway now that you’ve complete that challenge, you must now...” Bob trailed off, beggining to breathe heavily all of a sudden. “No no no!” He muttered, his eyes shiftily turning to every direction as if he was looking for someone. It was at this moment I noticed that to the side of the road was seemingly endless desert. There was a remarkably loud boom off in the distance.
It was like a nuclear reactor went off. It shook me to my very core and made my vision incredibly blurry. “Get out of here Luke before it’s too late!” Bob shouted. At least I think he shouted. It was more like a whimper because I could barely hear him over the loud boom. I could barely see an oval-shaped portal appearing a few feet away from me. I stumbled over to the portal, only for it to move a few feet away. “That’s not me!” Bob shouted in fear, “That’s her quick you must leave you must leave before-!” Bob was cut off as a feminine, gnarly, pure white hand burst through his chest, sending his blue blood splashing onto my face and making me scream! The hand quickly receded as Bob fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. I couldn’t help but scream at the grisly sight.
My vision stopped blurring. I stumbled back in shock and fell down. “How did she find us...” Bob muttered as he weakly got to his feet and clutched his chest wound. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shrill and low. “Never mind that,” Bob said frantically, “just get to the portal!” I nodded and ran at the portal and once again. it kept teleporting away from me. Suddenly, I felt myself get grabbed by the legs and launched me off into the air. There were this intense crackling and popping sound that wasn’t too different than whenever I would shoot lightning from behind as I hit the ground. I turned back to see a laser beam about as big as a bus hit where I once was standing,S throwing up smoke and making aha huge crater. The hand was completely obliterated from the blast, leaving a bloody stump.
Bob screamed as he clutched his hand. “RUN BOY!!!” He shouted. I tried to run back into the portal but it just wouldn’t stop teleporting away. Eventually, I abandoned the idea and ran across the road and onto the sandy ground. I heard a flapping noise from above. I turned in the direction of the noise and saw something quite strange. I saw a shadowy figure with oily black wings and bulbous glowing red eyes. Staring at me. It grinned showing its serrated teeth. I shuddered violently. Suddenly the figure swooped down at me with unholy speed, letting out a loud screech as it did so. I barely had time to jump out of the way, and the creature crashed into the ground, sending sand everywhere. I stumbled back as sand flew into the back of my eyelids.
I scrambled to get the sand out of my eyes. And finally, I got the sand out of my eyes, just in time to see the eyes of the figure flash briefly in the air before it released a laser beam point blank at me. Luckily I had my light speed reaction speed and I was able to jump over the speeding laser beam as it passed by me, grazing me on my leg. Even though it was a graze I was hit with an immense wave of pain, both sending me flying in a perfect spiral and causing my blood to fly into the air around me. I face planted into the dirty street, hard. I slowly got to my feet just in time to get my picked up by my right arm about 6 feet Into the air by the same feminine pitch white hand from earlier. The hand then began furiously flailing me around in midair before hurling me to the ground. As luck should have it, I was right next to the portal and for once it wasn’t teleporting away. I guessed the strange being that was distorting my dream was distracted briefly when it attacked me.
Suddenly the hand flew down at me but I quickly grabbed it. It was at this point. I realized there was a mouth on the palm of the hand, blood began to seep from it, completely freaking me out. “Just let me into your mind already!” The hand shouted, squirming and thrashing trying to release itself from my grasp. Suddenly I heard the intense crackling and popping of the shadowy figure charging up its laser. I turned to see said shadowy figure blast a laser beam directly at me. Screaming, I raised out the hand in front of my face, hoping to block the blast. Strangely enough at the last second, the laser diverted off to the left and vanished in the distance. I was confused. It was almost as if the shadowy figure and the hand or what was behind it were working together.
The brief moment of confusion seeing the bullet change path, caused me to let got of the hand. The instant I did, the hand grabbed me by the neck and threw me at the a shadowy figure, who's eyes suddenly bulged as if it as remembering something, and it quickly grabbed me by the feet and threw me like a football into the portal. slapped me across the face, knocking me into the portal. The hand quickly tried to follow me into the portal, but it was repelled. ”Luke come here!” the hand screamed over and over again as I fell down the portal. it's voice slowly growing more and more distorted until it was completely incomprehensible and finally was silenced as I opened my eyes and was back in my bed. There was a wet feeling down in my legs.
I hesitantly pulled back the cover, expecting to see piss. What I saw instead was far worse than piss. What I saw was freshly conceived blood, dripping from my foot.
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Godfather Of Champions
This is a story about the pursuit of victory.— «I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!»The main character was not well-liked by people.— «⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?» Parker, a reporter from laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.But there were also people who were madly in love with him.— When Tony Twain was forced to talk about the survey conducted by during an interview, his reply was : «I am happy, because Nottingham Forest’s fans make up seven percent of England’s population.»And he did not seem to care about how the others saw him.— «What are you all trying to make me say? Admit that I am not popular, and everywhere I go will be filled with jeers and middle fingers. You all think I will be afraid? Wrong! Because I am able to bring victory to my team and its supporters. I don’t care how many people hate me and can’t wait to kill me, and I also won’t change myself to accommodate the mood of these losers. You want to improve your mood? Very simple, come and defeat me.»His love story had garnered widespread attention.— «Our reporters took these pictures at Manager Tony Twain’s doorsteps. It clearly shows that Shania entered his house at 8.34pm and she did not leave the house throughout the night at all. But Manager Tony Twain firmly denies, and insists that that was merely the newest-model inflatable doll which he had ordered.He was the number one star of the team.— «⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.»He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.— «⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted «books» (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?» An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.He was loved and hated by the press.— «He has a special column in at least four renowned print media, and he is able to get a considerable amount of remuneration just by scolding people or writing a few hundred words of nonsense weekly. While we have to contemplate hard about our drafts for three days before our boss is pleased with it. In an article inside his special column, he scolded and called all of the media ‘son of a bitch’, announcing that he hated the media the most. But every time he publishes an article, we flock towards him like flies which had spotted butter. Why? Because the readers like to read his news and see him scold people. I dare to bet with you, and Manager Tony Twain knows clearly in his heart as well, that even though he says that he hates us, he knows that the present him cannot do without us. Similarly, we also cannot do without him. Is this ultimately considered a good or a bad thing?» Bruce Pearce, a reporter from said with a face of helplessness when talking about Tony Twain.But no matter the case, his players were his most loyal believers.— Gareth Bale, «No no, we never had any pressure when playing on our home grounds. Because the pressure is all on the manager. As long as we see him standing by the side of the field, all of us will feel that we will be able to win that match. Even the football hooligans are like meek lambs in front of him!» (After saying this, he began to laugh out loudly)The reply from George Wood, the team captain of Nottingham Forest, was the most straightforward. «We follow him because he can bring us victory.»The legendary experience of Tony Twain, the richest, most successful, most controversial manager with the most unique personality!Debuting this summer.Thank you for reading.
8 340Danimal - Español
La vida de un niño (mitad humano, mitad ángel) que fue capturado y experimentado para crear un arma, viviendo en uno de los planetas más grandes del universo, luchando contra criaturas y razas, en donde tiene que crecer, luchar y vivir su vida, nuevos retos nuevas aventuras, todo es posible. No todo es perfecto en su vida, ya que tendrá que cortar algunas cabezas y aprender de un corazón roto.
8 127Knights quest
EN, a being of pure immeasurable energy, tired of his lonely existence decided to create multiple universes to fulfill his wanting of love.But as time passed and these worlds advanced they grew to forget about EN....so to fill the void, EN created the nine stars...beings of pure light and with their creation they were each given two universes. As time passed each of the nine stars created five moons each.....these were beings of lesser light.....their task was to enter the universes and spread the Order and teachings of EN....as time passed the moons grew in power, which caused the stars to grow in power. This new found power caused some of the stars to question the strength of their creator,EN, however EN foresaw this, and created a being to rival any of the stars, The Black Sun, is what this being was called, and his sole purpose was to keep the stars in order. As the millenia passed the stars strength kept increasing, eventually the ones who questioned En persuaded the others to rise up against Black Sun, but they were unable to kill him, so they divided his body into six parts keeping them hidden in various worlds. Enraged even further by this, EN, placed the nine stars in a deep sleep, as he could not bring himself to kill his creations.The five strongest moons who were created by Black Sun took this chance to gather and revive The Black Sun, however before they could recover the last piece of him, the remaing moons,forty five in total, stood against them, unable to win they fled to the last remaining world, but they were out of time. So on this last remaining world they decided to spread their essence, which contained their memories and abilities so that someday they may be reborn. Years passed, before the first of the Five Great Moons had been reborn. He had awoken as a decent of one of the lesser Moons, he was known as King, a divine being task with the protection of the Ark. Now reborn as King, he retains his bodies pervious memories, to discover that the last piece of Blacksun's body is being used as the Ark, to give the knights of this world absurdly strong abilities. Hiding in plain sight as King he now waits for his chance to retake the last piece of BlackSun's body and to awake the rebirth of his fallen brothers.
8 117The 45th Hunger Games
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8 117popee the performer oneshot (SLOW UPDATES..)
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8 180Kissing Her Scars (+18)
"𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫"✯✯✯"I want to kiss you so bad" he whispered huskily running his thumb over my bottom lip."What's stopping you?" I asked slowly leaning into his touch."I'm afraid once I start I won't be able to stop" he replied in a hoarse voice kissing my neck."Then don't" I mumbled gulping down the nerves.Isabella Rosa UsoroA ordinary 21 year old , but her life not so ordinaryshe is the heiress to the italy's second most richest company in Italy Roso Industriesshe lives a happy life with her parents and brother but what happens when it all goes south.Leonardo Matteo GiovanniA not so ordinary Italian Mafia bossOwns the richest company in Italy as coverup for his real buisnessKnown as the Hottest yet coldest billionaireis known to show no type of affection and has been like that since his parents murder.join the rollercoaster ride to the life of Isabella Usoro and Leonardo Giovanni full of love, betrayal,pain, anger and bloodA/N Hey guys hresha here this is my first Wattpad story so bare with me. do comment how you like my story but gonna go on a limb and say it do not fucking post any hate comments or start a fight (No offense love you guys) i guess that's it oh wait i forgot do vote and commentuntil next time Adios bitches
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