Ivor's Last Stand (Short Story)Ivor saw the horror of his family being attacked, tears stinging his eyes. He could not allow this to happen! He thought to himself worriedly. He searched around before finding an assault riffle and some ammo. He places it into the weapon before getting out of the car.
Memories flooded through his mind, his true past, his history, of who he really was. He was raised and trained to be a soldier that is most skilled and shows little fear in battle. He raised his gun up and fires with good accuracy at the attackers, blood splattering in the air.
Devin screamed in surprise, his eyes widening a little in horror of what Ivor is doing. "Ivor!" He yelled out with concern. Ivor did not listen, murder was just a way of survival. He killed the rest of the men, blood pooling all over the ground. "I have it up to here! My insanity has been released and this is what happens! Do not touch my family!" He shouted into the air.
Devin rushed towards him and literally slams into Ivor into a tight embracin
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"Falling to my depth of hell.
It was like drowning.
With my hand outstretched for you.
Screaming out for you but no sounds.
The darkness consuming me, watching you.
As distance pulled both of us apart.
A loyal servant.
A loyal soldier, leaving your grasp.
I made a promise.
I have failed you.
My lord, my king, my savior.
My life means nothing.
A servant life has no value.
Though this servant value's its king's life.
Kissing at your heels.
With my two colored eyes glinting.
'Why so sad my lord?'
The question lingered.
Never to be answered.
The servant no rights to question.
I shall glorify my pride for my king.
Burn the sky with brilliant flame.
Paint the floor with crimson red.
While decorating the city with corpse.
Loyal? Very much.
The taste of greed and lust filled my tongue.
Burning with desire.
Burning to be noticed.
To reach the top of the stairs.
My malevolent laugh kindled the air.
With a prideful proud smirk.
Reborn of a new Rider (1/?)OOC: If your curious of what Loki dragon going to look like in the future, here. http://www.freewebs.com/nathair/Black%20Dragon.bmp
Loki incarnated down in a strange realm he never seen or heard. He was a 17 year old boy, working for a farm. Though he has no memories of his true history. He just woken up like he had a dreamless night. He picked his hand at the corn, seeing if they ready to be gathered, not yet. He grabs the basket with some ready corn, tomatoes, potato, and strawberries. The soft breeze brushed through his raven black hair, smiling lightly to himself. Today was a beautiful today to be truly honest. He pushed the wooden shack door open, it was warm inside from the fireplace in the far area of the room. The house wasn't very big at all, it had three rooms, the kitchen and living room is like together in a way so can't really count as two rooms.
I placed the basket onto the wooden table, using the
[ThunderFrost] Path To Redemption[4/?]OOC: Chapter 4.
Time went by so fast before Loki's eyes, well it felt like it. The 10 years of raising the kids, he also graduated from school too luckily. He was now just sleeping peacefully in his bed with Thor snuggled close to his chest.
Ramiel a mischievous child similar personality to Loki and tends to lie a lot but his mother seems to always catch his lies. He jumps onto the bed and shook his mother. "Mommy! I am hungry!" He complained into his mother's ear.
Loki grunts softly, opening his eyes and looking at his son in the face. "You just had something to eat 3 hours ago." He mumbles lightly. He rolled over and tries to fall back to sleep. Ramiel pouted and crawls onto his mother, sitting on him. "Ok ok, food it is then." He said tiredly, gently getting his son off of him and get up. He heard a low grunt close by, looking down to Thor who was snoozing.
Lorki was in his own playing video games from the game console, playing Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 killing the players on the on
Emotional State (Rhyme scheme Poem)"Sorrow and pain shall never let me gain.
If I am smart, I would have a brain.
Today I have been rejected.
But maybe somedays I will be selected.
Today I got some Kindness.
Though it always be my blindness.
I will never sway.
From this lovely bay.
I enjoy the heat of the sun.
As my joy comes to an endless fun.
I fall into a loving trance.
As went I went to dance.
I hold I hold up my heart.
But I felt like I was stabbed by a Dart.
I always feel this deep sorrow.
But I was always feeling morrow.
I was dead.
But I was in bed.
I was waking.
But I was actually baking.
Out in the sun.
With a gun.
I shot my head.
So I stood and bled.
I will save you from death.
With very last breath.
Would you save me?
With last minute of three?"