《Heroes: Book III》IV
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It was the smell of pine, of the dust kicked up on the road and floating in the sunlight. That was when I knew we were drawing closer to the mansion. Back to the lotus pond and the manicured lawns and the ivy clad stone. Thinking about it all made the fear of the darkness drift from my fingertips. Within the walls lied reassurance, lied a clear sky in the midsts of all the chaos. It pulled my chest like the moon to the sea. My foot pushed onto the gas pedal.
From the corner of my eye I could see Peter's fingers fidgeting with his Walkman, wrapping and unwrapping the wire around his palm. His energy is choatically bouncing inside his ribcage.
"You okay?" I questioned, knowing he was nervous about his dad.
"Yeah. Yeah. Totally cool."
"Are you sure?"
He sighed and gave up the facade. He knows that I already know how he's feeling.
"It's just...what if he turns out to be like...a major tool or something?"
I shrugged my shoulders,
"Then we forget him, go back home, turn on some Rush and make out."
Peter's laugh calmed down his energy. It settled back down like the dust on the pavement behind us. His next question made my chest tighten,
"Would you ever want to find your dad?"
I answered immediately,
"No. He abandoned me to live with his abusive mother. And if he asked where she was..."
My voiced trailed off and I grasped onto my brain, squeezing it so it wouldn't revisit that time and space. The darkness I had forgotten. Peter realized where my mind was and placed his hand over mine on the stick shift so I could feel him.
I remembered where I was now. I desperately changed the subject.
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"Okay. I got a hard question," I said, my eyes fixed on the blurring yellow dashes staining the road ahead.
"Hit me with it," Peter replied confidently as he extended his silver sneakers onto the dashboard.
"Under My Thumb. Name the artist, album, and year."
Peter scoffed and leaned forward, crossing his arms across his chest and cocking his head to the side,
"You insult me. Waaaay too easy. Rolling Stones. Aftermath. Nineteen-sixty-five."
I laughed at his reflection in the windshield,
"Guess not easy enough. Try sixty-six."
His face went flat. His eyebrows narrowed,
"No way. I swear it was sixty-five."
"Nope. Sixty-five was Out of Our Heads."
Peter's palm went slapping onto his forehead, the bubblegum he was blowing snapping into a pathetic, deflated balloon. He continued chewing and lowered his sunglasses over his eyes,
"Time is longer to me. You're just too slow."
I made Bo's old Ford Pinto come to a stop. My foot tapped the gas pedal ever-so-slightly so we crawled against the asphalt at five miles per hour. I smirked and remarked in a long, dragged out voice,
"...Me?...Slow?...Never."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. You can speed up now."
"Okay."
A bit more gas flooded the engine. The needle in the speedometer barely embraced the little ten at the bottom of the scale.
He threw his head back against the leather passenger seat and whined as we continued to lesuirely creep down the road,
"You're killing me, Firefly."
I shrug my shoulders and laugh,
"Sorry. I guess I'm just too slow."
Peter instantly changed his sunglasses to his goggles. He opened the door with a smile.
My eyes widened,
"Where are you going?"
He bent down and shoved a Twinkie from the snack bag into his jacket pocket. He jumped out and walked alongside the car, adjusting his headphones over his ears before answering,
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"I'm out running you."
"Wha―"
"Love you, slowpoke."
Peter slammed the door and disappeared into a haze of color. The surrounding trees danced at the gust of wind produced by the speed of his feet. I shook my head and smiled, driving now at a normal pacing, following the new scuff marks on the asphalt.
I'm in love with the most impatient boy in the world.
Sudden darkness. My lungs emptied of all their air.
A black mass stabbed the very center of my head. The car came screeching to a halt in the middle of the road. I grasped my temples and winced in excruciating pain. It dug like nails and thorns into my flesh. I curled into a ball unable to move. Dark, long shadows presented themselves on the floor of the car.
My head was heavy, weighted down by some ungodly force. I heaved my face up to the sky to see streaks of white extending up and up, peaked by red sparkles of light.
Only one thought was able to penetrate the pain coursing through my arteries.
I hope Peter is okay.
And I sat paralyzed as missiles fired straight up into the atmosphere. The while lines sinking in to scar the blue sky, fading into a deep, bloody red.
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Returning to No Applause, Only More of the Same
Kreig was summoned to the other world 130 years ago, the last 30 of which were spent in a constant, vengeful war against any army that would attempt to subjugate him. Once he returned, he found out that only 10 years had passed. He was given the title of War of the North but he never even knew about it. After all, nobody could get close enough to tell it to him. But that all changes one day when a portal opens, allowing Kreig and a small band of soldiers to enter one of many portals that leads to Earth. As it turns out these portals have been opening ever since he was summoned, giving the people of Earth abilities that the world he was summoned to only used to have. But now... now, he has returned. Longing for his former life of peace and understanding, he allows authorities to capture him on the spot, only to be faced with deeply personal questions, such as "who are you?" "what have you been doing for the past 10 years?" and "why is your level so high?" -------- ...Have you ever read a story where the main guy who got isekai'd returns to Earth. Say, for example, FFF-class trashhero or the necromancer of Seoul station? Say, what if the authorities actually became aware what kind of monster had returned to Earth? What if they actually tried to use them for something? Kreig's been in the other world for 130 years, has experienced three great wars, and he isn't okay. Mentally speaking, that is. He's been imprisoned, gained and lost comrades, been betrayed... The whole lot. By now, all he wants is to put it all behind him, something the world doesn't seem to want to let him. (Irregular updates, mostly written for fun, no strong planning)
8 295Sanctuary
[WRITTEN FOR NANOWRIMO.] - Heroes have bad luck. Rusk wants to be one anyway. When Rusk was a kid, he was rescued by an adventurer calling herself a Hero who told him about a place called Sanctuary. Ever since that day, Rusk has aspired to become a Hero himself, and the first step to take would be visiting Sanctuary in person. But Sanctuary is practically unreachable, located on an island outside the kingdom, and both societal and familial pressure stand in the way of Rusk’s aspirations. At nineteen, he’s getting impatient. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT. IT'S RAW, UNREVISED AND UNEDITED.
8 144Snow Flames
How do you feel when you find guilty people who live without any regrets? It's a drama, a revenge story full of excitement and sometimes tearsWhere it all started on the day that the Elite University holds the Reunion for the Class of 2015 or maybe since five years ago?
8 126Hearts & Spades: a Warhammer 40k Harlequin Romance
Come gentle mortals and hear our tale!Tis a story of two pairs of lovers and the duality they share in love and hate. Our heroes are but the marvelous masters of murderous spectacle, the perfidious performers of the Laughing God of the ancient Aeldari race: Cegorach. More precisely the paramours are Odyn and Meiel of the Masque of the Last Laugh. Their villainous reflections come in the forms of Tzeentch's sorcery and witchcraft by the names Xavier Androssian and Bella Hex. Bound by their love and hate, the hearts and spades do battle across space and time all in the pursuit of a shared goal: For all the darkness and despair of the end times, the truth that all the world is but a stage and he who will claim victory is he who shall have the Last Laugh...
8 131HOLY MATRIMONY || Jimin ff
Y/ N : Do you think the moon ever feels lonely?She wispered lowely as if in a daze.Jimin shaking his head replied.Jimin : Ani(no), you see that star?He said pointing to a single almost imperceptible star beside the moon.She nodded looking at it.Jimin : That star is it's companion.You know, they are like us.He said smiling.Y/N furrowed her eyes at that.Y/N : How is that?She asked looking at him in confusion.Jimin : I am the moon and you are my star.Even if the world turns it's back on me i know i can rely on you.Even if i can't see you i know you will be there by my side,supporting me.
8 111The Abnormal Reincarnate
This is the story of police captain Masaoki Hitoga who unfortunately died in a shootout that occurred during a raid. He then opens his eyes to see that he is still alive well alive in another world that is after his death Captain Masaoki Hitoga gets reincarnated into another world as an "Abnormal". After he discovers the truth about his new identity he begins his new life in this new world under the alias of Storm Vexes and tries to find a new purpose in life that he can fulfill.
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