Thursday, 29 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 11, - A Web of Lies...

       The next few days flew by for Clare. They were lost in thoughts of what other things had Jon kept from her and deceit and others that seemed to grow in the back of her mind and come out to play when she was sitting alone. She didn't eat or sleep or anything, she was a shell. Lyle came in every now and then but Clare couldn't hear what he said. Guards teased her, she didn't here it. All she had heard was Jon saying 'I didn't want you to know. I'm nothing like him!' He had been pleading. Occasionally he would come and sit next to her and talk but she didn't listen.
       Days turned to weeks which turned to months. Every hope of escape vanished along with Clare. Slipping into nothingness...
       "Clare? You still in there?" she turned her head and saw Adrian. Maybe he was here to save her again. "Look what happened to me, eh? Got chucked in here with the rest of you." he laughed a little, she turned her head away again. He talked to the others about how she was slipping away. He could see into minds - that was his Secondary power. Clunking noises came from the other cell. Then murmurs and a cry of "Rona? Is that you?".
       A loud clunk filled the air and a calm voice saying "Who else Nerdy?" Then a woman appeared in front of their cell. She had a short pixie cut hairstyle and her hair was brown with a bright purple and orange streak on the fringe. She wore a T-Shirt with a big pac-man on the front eating a banjo playing worm and bright blue skinny jeans. Up her left arm she wore bracelets and rubber bangles up to her elbow and on the other seven different coloured watches, each showing a different time and a piece of paper with a city name on it. Her feet didn't have shoes on but odd bed socks with the suction cup things on the bottom and on her back were two twin fencing swords, only sharper. How this woman had got into the Cavern was a mystery to Clare. 
       "Come on then." she said "Stand back." And she pulled out one of her swords that had, what seemed like, veins of a glowing red colour. She was a Sworn. 
       Everyone stood back and waited. Rona Kloud swiped at the bars three times until they shattered. She walked over to Clare and offered her hand. "Hi," she said "I believe you know my annoying little brother Tech."

Getting closer to the end and it's going to be sssooo good!

And yes I do own a T-Shirt with a giant pac-man eating a banjo playing worm on...

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 10 - Blood is thicker than water...


       They were all squished up in one of the communal cells. They held around twenty each but the other ten from the office were in the cell next to them. Tech wasn't in their room but the one next door. You could here him trying to raise moral with camp-fire songs as that room was the 'family room' as the guards called it. All the families on the run came to the Alliance and they housed them within the office walls and found jobs for the adults in the Alliance and former teachers would have taught the children. Every now and then the guard from Clare's old cell would be on duty and he just loved to taunt her. 'Here again?' and 'Is the food that good?' were just a few of his favourites.
       And he was here tonight. "Hello Clare, we've got a special visitor for you!" he said clipping the end of every word. "Don't know why he's bothering with scum like you though!" he smiled at this, she had no clue why.
       "If he can waste time with scum like you I'm sure he has time for me." she replied sweetly and politely.
       "Why you little shit!" and he reached in and grabbed her neck.
       "Quite enough, Bennson." came a voice from a shadowed figure in the door way but nobody needed to see the face to recognise the voice. Everyone went still and quiet as the figure approached Clare's cell. Jon and Doc backed away with the others but Clare just stood there and looked Dragen Lyle in the face.
       "Feeling brave Clare? You know what I could do right? Or do you just want to be shot like your father?" he said through the bars.
       "Don't you dare say anything against my father you piece of scum!" she shouted back.
       "Cole was right we do have to teach you some manners." and he grabbed the scarf attached to her dress and started to tighten it.
       "Leave her alone!" Jon roared and  hit Lyle's hands making them spring open. Clare stumbled back coughing.
       "Jon. Long time no see! Don't you miss your uncle?" Clare gasped and the whole room seemed to listen, walls and all. "What? Jon didn't tell you that his father and I were brothers? I am disappointed..."

Another twist... I hope you like - it's starting to get interesting...

Lynxia x

Tuesday, 27 December 2011


OK, Robin I know that you know about this but the rest of you had better read it!
There is a new blog starting up which is trying to get us all to meet The Golden God! Short stories will be posted there and the best one that is picked WILL be published and bound! I'm hoping it will be mine but - you can never be sure!!!


The address -

Go and read it!

Lynxia x

OK so I'll write on the bottom of this as I still need people to read the top bit...

I've looked at my covers again and decided to re-do them. And the whole 'More to life than love and war', that's GOT to go! Instead I'm going for something that fits the title - 'Blood is thicker than water...' meaning family first friends later. So here it is. (People who have read the blog for just Blood and Water will recognise the picture from the fish tank...)

Friday, 23 December 2011

Blood and Water Chapter 9 - My Strength is Your Weakness...

       The Squad were rounding the people up like cattle. Tech was fighting against his guard and loosing. "You let me go!" he screamed "You let me go right now!"
       "Or what? You'll bore me to death with boring facts?" sneered the guard and laughed. Cole snapped her hands into cuffs - again!
       "Looks like it was a good thing you got away, eh? Even though if it got me this." he pointed to a deep cut on his right cheek bone. Clare didn't understand. How had they found her. Cole seemed to read her mind. "That Fermido, it has a tracker in it. No matter where you go we'll always be able to find you." he laughed and patted her head.
       "I hate you, Cole." Clare spat "I hate you!" she was now fighting her bonds although she knew it was useless. She saw all her fellow members of the Alliance being dragged out of the room and towards the stairs. Tech was the last one down. He was still fighting I never knew he had it in him, Clare thought.
       "Aren't they willing to die for you." commented Cole "Been playing with his heart strings have we Miss Thorn?" Clare didn't like the way he said this. He was looking very sneaky as though he knew something she didn't, it made her skin prickle. One of the Squad brought Jon in by is slightly overlong hair. Only one of his eyes could open. The hawk-like yellow seemed darker as if all hope had been sucked out of him. "OK guys. Mission accomplished. Let's get these lot back to base and then we can celebrate." This was met to 'Hoorah's and whoops of joy.
       Clare and Jon were dragged and pushed down the stairs and into the unmarked van waiting outside. As there were around thirty people at the ceremony, they were packed in like sardines. "I'm sorry." Jon kept saying thickly through a cut lip and a missing tooth that was still bleeding.
       "It's not your fault. It's theirs." Clare replied soothingly each time he said this.
       "No, if I hadn't been so stupid and hurried up instead of trying to be fashionably late none of this would have happened and when the others come back they'll walk right into a trap. And it's all my fault!" Every time he said these things people would say 'No it's not!' and 'You're not to blame'. People would jump in and comfort, only Tech sat and stared into space. Clare scooted up next to him.
       "Tech, what you did was brave - fighting back, I mean." Clare told him.
       "You - you think?" he asked looking her full in the face.
       "Yes, but don't do it again. It was stupid." she replied suddenly serious.
       "I won't, it hurt - a lot. But only if you kiss me." he said, a gleam in his eye.
       "OK." and she kissed him on the cheek.

Tech's nice just misunderstood... So I'm a little bored so I've wrote quite a bit today. This chapter is your Christmas present Robin. *hands chapter in box with bow* Merry Christmas...

Blood and Water, Chapter 8, Part 3 - Murder on the Dance Floor...

       The door to Jon's room was smashed open. Clare went in cautiously. Jon was strapped to a chair and had fresh, bleeding cuts all over his face. Clare ran up and untied him. "Jon? Jon? Can you hear me?" she was frantic now, looking round expecting someone to appear and try and kill them.
       "Ugh....." was all she got in return. She left Jon on the bed and ran  back to the sails floor. 
       "STOP!" she shouted over the noise off music, general chatter and the clinking of wine glasses. "STOP!" she shouted again. "Everyone stop! Someone got into the building and overthrow Jon! They could be here any second!" Everyone looked at her but just as people started to panic the windows to her left smashed at ten figures in black jumped through. She recognized them as the Elite Squad. They started to round everyone up and deflecting their magic. The soldier closest to her took of his mask. It was Cole. He smiled.
       "Hello Clare, you're coming with me."

Now it's getting interesting... 

Merry Christmas! I can't believe I got near a computer on Christmas Eve but I have so... Here you go!

Lynxia x

Blood and Water, Chapter 8, Part 2 - Murder on the Dance Floor...

       Cole was sitting in the armored truck with nine of his best men with him. "How thick can you get?" roared Cole. He was happy. That new Fermido also contained a tracker and they were watching as Clare's dot moved towards Jon's room. "When she gets there she'll free him and they'll head back to the sails floor to warn everyone else and that's when we strike." They had gone over the plan many times and still found it funny she wouldn't save her own skin, I mean, they would.
       "But sir," It was the newest member of the Elite Squad, young but viscous. "What if she doesn't go back?"
       Questions like this really annoyed Cole. "Of course she'll go back. Wants to be a hero doesn't she!" They all laughed but stopped quickly in order to strike.
       Clare's dot reached the room's door...

What did I tell you? 

Lucky - another piece of the story. I've got to stop giving you two pieces in one day...

Blood and Water, Chapter 8, Part 1 - Murder on the Dance Floor...

       Everyone complimented her as she walked towards the sails floor. A big open space was there, cleared of all desks for the night. Someone had set up lights and a computer to play music. Probably Tech, Clare thought, he loves that kind of stuff. When she had passed all of the chatting people she saw him there by the computer writing a list of requests. Tech was a thin man. A little geeky but really nice once you got to know him. His sandy blonde hair was swept to the side of his face and he was wearing a red checked shirt with dark blue skinny jeans. He waved at her to come over. "Hi Clare, you feeling OK?" Tech was always nice no matter what but he was s solid as a rock. Wouldn't break unless you threatened to kill Clare. Everyone knew Tech liked her but he was fine with Jon, he didn't feel jealous or anything.
       "I'm good, how about you?"
       "Fine, bit bored though, not much to do. Where's Jon? He needs to collect his trophy." He pointed to the Agradist Cup that was sitting shinning on the table at the front of the room.
       "I don't know. Probably still getting changed."
       "Well the ceremony begins at eight at it's five to. You'd better go find him." Tech was changing the song at this point but you could still here the not of longing in his voice as he talked about the ceremony.
       "Yeah," Clare said starting to feel uncomfortable. "I guess I should." And walked away. Poor Tech, she thought, I guess he just feels lonely. After all, he is the only technology Secondary in the Alliance.

Just you wait.... You don't know WHAT is coming next...

Christmas and other things...

So today I started a new blog where you can read Blood and Water in full as I write it. New Chapters will appear HERE on my bubble and then get transferred. It's just an easy way to go through and choose the bits you want to read... So here is the address... (Robin this is probably for you.)

Anyway. As Flame is kindly agreeing to put me in a story this is my OC even though it's not on Bio-rama...

Name: Lynxia Lost
Also known as: Shadow, Shadow Killer, Shadow Dancer
Age: Looks 17 is ??
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Occupation: Hired assassin
Appearance: Waist length dark auburn hair. Often tied back into a low pony-tail. Ice blue contact lenses, actual colour is white.
Pics.... (They always help...) 

 Her shirt  and her face from the front and the side. With contacts in.

 She also wears these but no shoes. She thinks they symbolize chains and imprisonment.

Powers: Necoromany and bone breaking. Flame you can give me the wings from my pic if you want to, I don't mind...
Personality: NOT TRUSTWORTHY! She only helps if it seems like something worthy of her skill or she will get something out of it. She chooses her friends carefully and you must earn her trust before she will even look at you.

That's about it... I think...


Merry Christmas everyone! I say it now as I probably won't be able to get near a computer over the weekend! I hope you get what you want and some pie and turnips too! Easy on the Sprouts... They have feelings to you know!

I think that's everything, so BYE!

Lynxia x

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 7, Part 2 - Change...

       The fifth needle came out of her arm with a hissing sound. "There, all done." Doc spoke kindly as though he was afraid she would slip into the Fermido's grasp again. He had taken samples of tissue and had managed to get some of the poison too. He slipped the one with the slight blue stain under a microscope and twirled the dial. "Hmm. It seems Lyle has been working on a new formula." This one shows you your worst memory but then can also branch out into your worst fears. I don't know if it can mutate further but we'll just have to wait and see." With that he walked off muttering under his breath about how weird yet slightly fascinating this was.
       Jon poked his head round the door. "Is he gone?" he whispered. His father had told nobody to come and see her. Clare nodded. She still didn't trust her voice. "Good. He sat down next to her on the bed and placed his arm round her shoulders. "It'll be all right. You're fine now but you gave Marshall a scare. He came up to the row with me and heard you say 'Marshall killed him.' I think that nearly killed him." At this she couldn't help but smile. Then Jon turned her round and made her look him in the eye by holding her head up to his. "Seriously, I will get you through this. Now get up. You're not missing the party. I won remember." 
       Ugh, she thought, the party. "I don't want to go." she whined trying to pull her hand out of Jon's. 
       "No. You are going. You dragged me around the whole of London and New York looking for that dress when you found it just down the road. I did not kill my legs for a day for you to sit here and play the Grinch over Christmas." He pulled her up, took the dress from the wardrobe in the office cubicle called her room and threw it to her. She had forgotten how pretty it was. White flowing silk with a soft black scarf. 
       "All right, but you go change because I'm not showing up without my date..." Clare snapped. If she had to put up with it so did he...

Hope you like! Two parts of a story in one day, you are lucky... Anyway pics of Clare in the party dress... Again I was bored...

She's curled her hair and you can see the top of the scarf. The party bit is next so you'll get to read the description then. 

Her full dress -

Anyway, hope you like! ;)

Lynxia x

OK - these were going to have their own post but some of them got lost including the one of Phoenix and Robin around a camp-fire... I'll make them again... However one came through from my game... Everyone knows I love Sims 2 and Robin and Phoenix are getting 'Blog Married' so I wanted to combine it but the pictures got lost etc... But this one came through...

Pretty self explanatory...

Long post - I know...
Another picture that I drew and was requested to be shown on the Golden God's blog. So Here it is. It is Max from Maximum Ride : Schools Out Forever. Sorry - not very clear...

Wow - this is a long post...

Blood and Water, Chapter 7, Part 1 - Change...

       Clare was still sulking. 'Don't worry,' Jon had said 'You only get deaths when non-Sworns manage to wriggle their way in.' So here she was watching as Jon walked onto the mat on the floor of the basement set out for competitors. Padded out in all their fighting gear they looked quite scary, Clare thought. Jon came out to lots of cheers and so did his competitor. She recognized him as Marshall Courts. He was quite strong but Jon was stronger. They pulled out their weapons. Jon's, a long black sword with a hilt made of finest silver. It glowed slightly green as Jon's major element was Earth. Marshall's was a very thin pointed dagger. His glowed blue as his major element was Water. 
       All Sworns place their energy inside a weapon so it is like a part of that person. They also have a major element; Water; Fire; Air or Earth. They can use the other elements but that one is strongest. Secondarys have all the powers Elementals don't. Mind reading, seeing into the future, dark and light and so on. Elementals however have control of the Ancient Elements, like Sworns, and all of the elements discovered by scientists. Gold, silver, nickle, argon and the others. 
       "I want a fare fight," rang Clyde Pepperman's voice around the room. "This is a fight to see who can hit the most tags. There is one on the chest, one on the back, one on both shins and elbows and one on the top of the head for hilt attacks only." This last one he made very clear. "Begin."
       They swung into action dodging and countering moves other people could only dream of. The noise faded and all you could here was the shing of clashing swords. Clare started to feel dizzy - the Fermido was coming back. No, she thought, I won't go under. And she didn't. She opened her eyes to see Jon and Marshall still fighting for the Agradist Cup - a big honor among Sworns. They were in a draw. Next person to hit the chest tag wins. Jon was moving in. People were shouting support and Clare joined in when Marshall spun and instead of hitting the chest tag, slit Jon's throat. Jon fell to the ground still with his eyes open. "No!" Clare screamed. "No!"
       She felt hand shaking her shoulders but just curled up into a ball and cried. "Clare get up." It was Doc Tempestas but he didn't sound like he'd been crying even though he had been watching. "Clare get up, it was just the Fermido, you've seen it before" At this she opened her eyes.
       "It wasn't Fermido. " she sobbed "Jon's dead. Marshall killed him." At this she fell apart crying in her tight ball.
       "What you think I'm dead?" It was Jon. But how could he be here, she thought, I saw him die. She then heard a beeping noise and knew the Doc was scanning her. Jon was now helping her up and wiping her eyes with a tissue. "What is it? How come I'm 'dead'?"
       "It's changed," Was all his father said looking baffled at the screen of the medical instrument he had just scanned Clare with.
       "The Fermido?" Asked Clare with a voice that was still shaking.
       "Yes. The Fermido." He replied.

Ooooh! A twist! Bet you never saw that coming...

Lynxia x

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Do you like?

So I've got over my boredom rant that came before this and now I show you a few Blood and Water covers...


So this is the first one I made... I quite like the caption 'More to life than love and war' so I kept it. I did this on paint so around the droplets is a bit messy...


This is the second one... I quite like this one and it was made on Gimp 2 which I had to download for Sims 2 Homecrafter but that doesn't matter...

That's it - I hope you like!!! The 'More to life' bit is a play on words of the phrase 'All is fare in love and war' meaning anything goes...

Leave a comment on which is your favorite...

Lynxia x


It has been pointed out that my Paint skills are terrible which I already knew so IzzFizz has kindly made my first cover better. So...

Before...                                                              After...

Thank you IzzFizz!    Visit her blog!

Lynxia x

Monday, 19 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 6 - The Alliance...

       The drive from the Cavern to the old office building the Alliance used as headquarters took less time than the dive there. Or was it just because she was with a friend this time? Jon told Clare everything that had been going on. Their shock when they had found out she had gone out to kill the boy in the hospital so Lyle couldn't use him. How he felt when the news came in that she'd been captured and injected with Fermido...
       That was the hardest part as that touched home with Jon. Both him and his father were part of the Alliance. His father, Doctor (Doc) Tempestas, and him had joined after the incident with his mother...
        When Jon was six ,and still making his black sword from the metal that had come into contact with a great battle, his father was working at the Cavern along with his mother. When one day his father came home without his mother. He had said 'She has taken her life, after one day of Fermido.' After that they left the house and went to the last known place of the Alliance, it was an old theater, an Alliance member was there to tell all of his fellows where they had moved to. He had believed them and sent them on to the office building where they had remade their home and Jon had vowed vengeance for his mother... When this had happened, Clare was still living with her family... One year left with them...
       At the office everybody cheered as Clare stepped into the room then went back to work. Everyone was in overdrive for an emergency, or so it seemed. She stopped one woman and asked why everyone was rushing.
       "For the Sworn Tournament. Why else? Go ask Jon he's competing this year." and with that she hurried off and so did Clare. When I find him, she thought, I'm going to kill him with his own sword! The tournament could be dangerous, but so could Clare in a bad mood...

Jon has a troubled past, but we love him anyway. Extra info: His father is NOT a Sworn, he is a Secondary. All magic will be explained soon...

For now, BYE!

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 5, Part 2 - I am and I am not...

       Clare looked into the familiar eyes of Adrian Harrison. He was part of the Alliance and his powers were Secondary. "Adrian?" she said. "If you help me your cover will be blown, go away!"
       "So, I'm in here saving your ass and you want me to go. Nah. Thomas Everell was meant to be on duty but he's having a nap. Nobody will have known I was here. C'mere Clare let me get them cuffs. Jon's waiting round the back. I'll send you out there." Adrian said this in a smooth whispering one, but only one thing went in - Jon was here. 
       The next few minutes passed Clare in a haze. She was thinking about Jon and what he would say about her being caught, but she didn't care. She just wanted to see him again. When Adrian used his powers and sent her into the blinding light she used her hand and looked around for the car Adrian had described before hurrying off. 'It's green, small and very fast. Jon will be leaning with one foot propped up on it in that I-know-I'm-gorgeous kind of way.' 
       She found it exactly the way Adrian had described with Jonathan Tempestas leaning against it. His shirt was a plain white with no tie and the top button undone. His black skinny jeans fitted him so perfectly it looked like he'd been born in them. The shirt was un tucked too but he still looked smart. The black converse had a polished All Star sign on them and were so clean you could eat of them. On his back you could make out the case of his sword he loved so much he bathed with it, but it was excusable - he is a Sworn, Clare thought. His face looked up as she approached. His skin was pale and shaved so smooth. His eyes glittered, the yellow like-a-hawk eyes still clearly viable from behind his shades. His hair was a brown mixed with red and black and sat neatly yet not neatly on his head. The fringe was a little longer than everywhere else (even though his hair covered his ears) and was covering a fraction of the sunglasses on the right side. 
       He ran and gave her a bone-breaking hug and a kiss on the forehead as she looked into his eyes.
       "You do realise I miss you, don't you?" he said smoothly, not letting go.

I like Jon - he's nice. Thank you VERY much to Robin who is letting me use Sworn's in my story! Therefore - Jon is for you Robin...

Friday, 16 December 2011

Snow and other stuff...

So, my school finishes at 3:25pm GMT and the bus I normally catch was NOT running. So I have just had to walk home in 3 inches of snow (which is quite a lot for where I live) carrying my school bag (full of my folders and heavy presents my friends have given me), my tenor saxophone which I needed for our end-of-term mass as our band was playing he carols and my flute - because I forgot to bring it home yesterday! Okay, rant over for now...

Exams... Exams...

If you are dedicated follower (Robin, this probably means you...), you will probably know that my friend Lizzy went in for her piano grade 4 exam and she got... *drum roll*


So that means she got the highest marks so well done Lizzy! I still don't know what I got...

Another rant...

If you watch Doctor Who (it's got really rubbish! I know, I'm the sad kind of person who watches it... *sob*) you will know who Karen Gillan is leaving. Did you know - here comes the rant... - she is Irish! However she plays a Scottish woman with a very good accent but this is filmed in Wales for a British TV network! My my, she truly is British...

Sorry guys! Bit long this time, hopefully next time it will be shorter...

Lynxia x

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Clare Thorn

So today I'm combining my love of stories and my love of Sims2. Today - Clare Thorn.

I don't know why I'm doing this, guess I'm bored.


Her face, obviously. She got her mum's eyes and hair and her father's chin and slightly elongated nose.


Her fighting gear. She looks good in most things and those bands are one way of showing you support The Alliance. Maybe one day I'll do a pick of her with cuts and stuff like she's just been in a fight...

Anyway, hope you've enjoyed this.

Lynxia x

Friday, 9 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 5, Part 1 - I am and I am not...

       The cat flap in the door opened giving Clare Thorn her her only meal of the day. "Here you are, traitor." the guard chuckled to himself as he sat back down at his desk. Clare had become used to the guards regular insults, after all he is paid by Lyle, she thought. This was the regular guard, he was here five days a week and the other two days were guards who just had to bunk up their hours to make sure they get paid. This guard was meant to be clocking off soon judging by how much light was in Clare's room. Only a little slit at the top of the wall was called a window in her cell.
       "Evenin', Ryan." she heard the new guard say.
       "Adrian? Is that you? Wow, I never thought you of all people would have to work extra hours!" he sounded shocked and as though he knew the new guard well even though his personality left much to be desired.
       While Clare had been thinking this the old guard had left and the new guard was taking his usual rounds making sure that all the prisoners in the Moderate Cells were secure. Clare had thought she would have gone to Maximum Security but was only sent to the cells with only one guard outside. She'd tried everything to get out but this cell was grounded. Meaning you could not use any magic inside.
       But what really surprised Clare was that they always checked her cell last. They seemed to think she'll do something drastic and exciting which they can stop and get knighted. Tonight, however, when the guard came to her cell first was surprise number one of that night.
       It was even stranger when the guard came in, untied her hands and feet and said "Okay Clare, let's get you out of here before someone comes."

Like? I do, one of my favourite chapters so far!        ^_^ - Mew, again!

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 4, Part 3 - Fermido

Okay, so after much getting told off by Robin I have finally decided on the next part of my story. (I came up with it in maths and got a detention, so Robin - I hope you're ******* happy...) So, here it is, I guess...

       The walls were dented with bullet holes from were Young Clare and Older Clare stood. Some with such force that the entire section had blown away. They could only imagine what this looked like from the other side of the wall. The carpet had a stain on it surrounding a hand that was coming out from behind the sofa. Young Clare stepped towards the door and peaked round it and that same invisible force dragged Older Clare along with her thinking Don't look, please don't. On the floor in the middle of the the stain was her mother. A hole for her right eye and about seven holes in her chest. Her father was crying next to her, whispering disjointed words as "Murder", "Diadora" and "Hate". He then stood up and ran at the person standing in shadow by the far window.
       There stood a man with an almost lazy smile spread across his lips, dazzling yellow eyes like a hawk and sleek, black hair (although Older Clare knew it was now grey) tied casually back into a pony-tail. 
       Her father ran and stopped just a metre away flinging up his arms so that Lyle was lifted off his feet but Lyle casually flicked his wrist sending her father backwards. He tried to get up but couldn't, he just sank to his knees instead. "Now, now Hector. I know you know where The Alliance is hiding so just tell me, or you leave me no choice but to kill you." said Lyle crouching so he could look Hector Thorn in the face.
       "Kill me then." said her father through gritted teeth and spat in Lyle's face.
       "Fine," replied Lyle shortly, got up, took out his gun and shot Hector right through the head. When he fell back that last look of defiance was still etched on his face.
       The Younger Clare ran outside and into the neighbours house whilst Lyle set fire to number 8 White Cross Road.
       The views of her house going up in flames faded and Clare found herself starring at the ceiling of a cold stone holding cell...

I hope you like it! By the way - Diadora is the mother's name and is pronounced the way it looks. So there you are. Happy now?

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 4, Part 2 - Fermido

       The younger Clare bounced up to her father and kissed him on the cheek. "Night Daddy!" she trilled. She ran up the stairs, past the Christmas tree and into bed.
       "When you wake up, Santa will have been and you'll get your presents. Won't that be fun." asked her mother. Clare nodded her head enthusiastically whilst her older self was held to the spot by some invisible force. Her mother left blowing her a kiss and turning out the light. Clare watched the clock tick from 8:00pm to 11:38pm while her younger self slept. That was when the thud came from downstairs. Young Clare woke and ran down the stairs thinking it was Santa. But when she got there it was worse than she could ever have imagined...

Part 3 coming soon...

Blood and Water, Chapter 4, Part 1 - Fermido

       The bright lights dazzled her as she opened her eyes. The dried blood on her face seemed to still be there as if nobody had bothered to wipe it away. She tried to move her hands and feet but couldn't. Oh God, she thought, they're going to inject me with the Firmido Virus!
       The Fermido Virus was a recent discovery, it was injected into the arm and worked its way through to your brain. There it would sift through your memories, select the worst and make you watch it all over again. This would happened every two hours for as many years as sentenced for.
        She tried to say something to the doctor now leaning over her with the blue swirling liquid in his syringe, but couldn't open her mouth. She tried to fight to do anything but felt the syringe go in and release it into her system.
       In a matter of seconds her vision went black and to be replaced by a living room. Wood tiled walls, red carpet, television, chairs, bookcases and a roaring fire. She recognised it but wanted more than anything for it to go away. She knew what was to come but could not stop herself from looking. That's when she heard it. That tinkling voice that represented everything good.
       "Okay, Clare, sweetie. Off to bed."

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Oh the joys of YouTube...

Does anyone else like Nyan Cat? Stupid question *hits self on head*, everybody likes Nyan Cat. 
The stuff you can find on YouTube is amazing! 

Nyan Cat and AVPM (A Very Potter Musical) are just two of my favourites! I love Starkid who mad AVPM and if they come to England I am sssooo going to watch! 

Sorry, the Red Vines one is a bit small...

Go watch AVPM at and all their other stuff too!

Saturday, 3 December 2011

You WILL bring back Tanith Low... Be warned...

       The room was dark. The broken face of Iron Man lay in a patch of moonlight. The man sat in a corner, shivering madly and staring around at the creak of a floorboard. Being on the run had not suited Derek at all. It was March 2016, the MA had finally caught up with him. Why, he thought desperately why didn't I give them what they wanted?
       Then a voice outside whispered, "NO, we agreed NJ would go first." Derek recognised this as Flame Phoenix's voice - he was one of the ring leaders. 
       "Fine, go on then." This second voice sounded excited, like this was a game. It was higher, Sparky's, he thought. 
       But the door burst open, NJ Maverick burst in followed by around fifty others and dragged him from the room, screaming.

                             Why had he possessed Tanith Low?...

Don't mess with the Munchkin Army...

For more rants about bringing back Tanith Low un-possessed visit:

Mornings should not be called good...

So this morning I was having my usual dream of destroying the world and becoming Supreme Ruler when my aunt decides to wake me up in the most undesirable way - she threw a pillow at me and I'm sure it had something hard in it, so then I fell out of bed and now I've got a great big bruise on my eyebrow and it's throbbing. So, yeah, thanks a lot Aunt Sally!

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Blood and Water, Chapter 3 - The Cavern...

       The drive took forever in her mind, and all the while Cole bored her with long boastful stories of how great he was and how he smites down the people who get in his way. When they finally reached the building it looked like a house, a normal house but with bordered up windows and doors. He took her round the back were stood a lonely picnic table and deserted swing that was swaying eerily, all by its self. Cole forced her onto the bench which slowly sunk into the ground. When it stopped she was in a chamber with orange marble walls and ceiling and with a shiny oak wood flooring. On the walls were passages from the books 'approaved' by the High Wisher. She read some of them, 'And thus Wishers were sent from the sky in rays of light to protect and guard the human race.' She recognised it as part of The Wishers Way - a book saying how good all wishers were and no evil can be done by them. Ha, she thought, you can tell that was written by an old fool being paid by Lyle. But before she could read any of the others she was pulled roughly through a white marble door into the main area of The Cavern.
       The walls were a made of black stones of different sizes held together by white wood. The floor was a complete mirror that reflected the ceiling showing the night sky. Doted around were wooden benches with people sitting on them waiting for appointments with Lyle or with the doctors. The woman at the reception smiled as Cole dragged Clare over.
       "This is her?"she asked not evening glancing at Cole.
       "Sure is,"he sneered, a slight smile in his voice.
       "Good," and with that she punched Clare in the face, knocking her unconscious.

Because I wrote this is a lesson, this was all I had time for, so if you want me to carry it on please say or I'll just scrap it. Thanks! ;)

Lynxia... x