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?

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."

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 http://www.youtube.com/user/StarKidPotter and all their other stuff too!

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:


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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!

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