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.::.Dispute.::.Radioactive didn't care what his little brother has to say, he simply says no on going to the human city. "No! Your going not going there, not ever." He growled through his teeth. He taken care of his little brother since he was born, after...the death of his mother. Father went missing, they both on the search for him but no use.
"Oh come on! It's not like I am going to eat anyone." Biomorph complained with a frown on his face.
"YOUR BLIND." Radioactive growled out at him.
"Yea you just realized when we do not have eyes. Thanks bright one." He said with his lips curled back to reveal his sharp teeth.
"I won't let you, if I to sit on you all day I will. You might get attacked, hunted down and killed! Humans are bad news! They don't care what you are, they either want you dead or become their little test experiment." He said, his tail lashing behind him.
They both been at it for 2 more hours till they both just sat down and shut up, letting the silent take them both. They both venting o
.::.Something Out of a Nightmare.::.It growls, it snarls.
It's slimy drool coating it's brilliant sharp teeth.
The grey eyes filled with fear of watching the beast.
It wasn't real.
It cannot be real.
It is real.
It is there.
It's haunting me.
It was big.
It had red glowing eyes.
It's snarls ripping closely at my feet.
The claws scratching at my heels.
I can only run, in desperation of my life.
The jaws of death ripping at my ankle trying to snatch my soul.
The cry of a man in my ears.
My body dropped, my body shook as the hound pinned me down.
I screamed, trying to fight for freedom.
The cry of the man's voice growing louder in my ears.
My eyes squeezed tight, refusing to open them.
The voice crying out in horror and concern.
Yelling out 'Snap out of it!' filled his ears.
I trembled and opened my eyes.
No Hound, no jaws of death.
Only his friend yelling at him in concern.
I went silent and grew calm. 'I'm okay.' I said.
Just One Miracle[Johnlock][4/?]Sherlock sat on the chair staring at the wall quietly, he was bored, he has done no cases for a couple of months and John around, he really wants to do a case but the entire one in the pile on the desk are incredibly boring. He could hear John typing on the keyboard of his laptop. He inhales the warm air and then exhaling out softly. He needed a smoke or those nicotine batches but John refuse to give him any.
"John I need them." He said holding his hand out in the air in gesture to give to them. "No, Sherlock." He responded. "I need it." He said keeping his hand held out forward. He was ignored and grunts in response. He got up and walked around the room, ravaging through some of the stuff. "Sherlock, it's no use." John spoke out calmly. Sherlock formed a scowl following a small pout before he collapsed down onto the couch, curling up and sulking.
John glances towards Sherlock who's sulking on the couch like a child. He smiles lightly, finding it a bit adorable. He felt his phone buzz
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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