Manga High School |
Kary {sugoisake} The Lieutenant: Eddie {edwards on bebop} That Other Guy: Dev {Dev} |
Current Events! ALIVE. Kinda. Did away with the giant board thing and downsized this to a single forum thing. Why? We got lives. So! Post when you can, do whatever, and be cool. That is all. Vote For Us! Link To Us! ![]() | |
| Welcome to MHS - Next Generation. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all the things: |
| Revanche; (Closed) | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 23 2012, 05:11 PM (137 Views) | |
| sugoisake | Apr 23 2012, 05:11 PM Post #1 |
|
New season, new drama. XD
![]()
|
"It can be settled." The angel murmered, slowly stalking down the darkness of the dormitory hallways. The one dressed in black and lace, softly fluttering with her movement, white wings stark contrasts her state of mind. In her right hand, a knife that mimicked the feel and general weight of her sword. How she missed her companion, now lost to the world, maybe it had even dissapated in the dome that day. Her heart ached dull and slowed, her right hand slidd along the wall of floor two. The winged girl would hum gently: "kikirikiri~" as she walked. She would pass by door three of the second floor, dark eyes passively glancing to wonder if he slept peacefully tonight. [Earlier...] Beat. The winged girl sat straight in her bed, staring blankly into the night, her hands clenching the blanket. Another nights for dreams to be fleeting, pulled from her and any semblence of rest retracted from her. Closing her eyes for even a moment, she would come face to face with the darkness inside. It reached out to her, caressing her instinct, a whisper that bordered on an order itself. Kill her. It stirred when the violet eyed companion listened, relaying what was happening. It had been so long since she felt the urges again, for the first time since she was painfully revived. Its talons clawed into her and refused to let go, refused to release the thought of letting that girl's blood drench her hands. How warm it would be, how quick it can be done! No difference, no mercy, no quarter- And every time, she mentally wrestle with it in a clarified voice: There is no need. I will only be trouble. It is settled already. The girl's hands few to her head, feeling a splitting pain centered in her forehead. Why does it hurt? She never recalled feeling this pain before when the darkness surged. Had something more happened to her in that dome? The roar, a rumble from deep inside, a hunger that needed to be satiated. It wasn't right, it isn't fair that that girl gets to keep her hand. Why leave it alone to let it disspate, it isn't fair! The need to settle this while it was still fresh in mind, an absolute need to address. Retribution. Call someone, now! A frantic voice of reason, her own it sounded like, surfaced from the darkness. The eventuality of what was going to happen was sinking in. She has allies, trusted ones! The girl threw off her blanket , crawling to the end to reach for her Aeon. Mazo should be up, maybe Emerald too. Kudo offered an ear anytime as well. Any option was the right one at this rate. No quarter. A surge of the need again overflowed into her, filling every pore, drenching every sentiment, coating every fiber of her being. Her hand hovered over the Aeon for a moment before she merely picked it up to take with her on her little journey. Down the hall until she reached room 12, the winged girl stood at the door. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it - knock, let her open, one swift move to slash her throat. Oh, what a sight it would be to see what expression would be on her face as her life drains from her! If there was anyone else, Amber would just have to eliminate them too, just for good measure. A smile crosses her face - that sounded like fun! So much fear and pain to inflict...A thin and pale hand lifts to knock on the door... NO! The voice from inside, the rationale that tore throug the darkness, and her hand froze in place. No. NO. Why not? Why fucking NOT!? The girl's hands flew to her head and she bit on her lip to stifle the cry of pain. Denial of this thrill? Of retribution! Not here. The angelic girl glares at the door as if it was at fault for denying her the pleasure of the endeavor she desired. If not here, then where? A reach into her coffin-shaped bag for her Aeon, a few taps on the screen and the girl would vanish from sight. [Next Scene] |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() Our users say it best: "Zetaboards is the best forum service I have ever used." |
|
| « Previous Topic · Small Threads · Next Topic » |







2:27 PM Jul 11