Lonelydreamer21

Breaking News ---- My wings caught the updraft of the sizzling black asphalt, sending me higher into the bright blue sky. The day was beautiful by human standards; the sun was out and blazing, and a gentle wind blew across the new blacktop. I had to admire the humans for their tenacity. It had been scarcely twenty years since I last ravaged the planet, and they were already beginning to reproduce and rebuild. My handiwork had changed them. They had to work together. Trust one another. Put aside differences and realize that surviving was important. Their work had propelled them back to some of their former greatness - the city I soared abov

Escape “Evenin', Laura.” The young woman nearly jumped out of her chair, her long reddish hair falling over her face as she looked up. The smiling face of her boss, Steve, greeted her. She hurriedly pushed her hair out of her face as she stammered out a reply. “Erm, um, hi Steve. I was just getting ready to...” “..to go, yes.” He finished the sentence as she blushed, then nodded. “Right. My shift is up and...and I was going to head off, yes.” He patted her gently upon the shoulder, stepping away to allow her to get up. “Of course. I'll see you during the lab tomorrow. Take it easy.” His war

The eerie glow slowly diminished as Tyraeil felt the magic's grip upon his frozen body fade. The blood in his veins finally began to run again as he suddenly found himself able to feel – his limp form crashing into a heap upon the cool dirt of the forest. He reached out, as if he could grab Athyr even as she faded away into the darkness. That bitch... An inner fire grabbed ahold of his body as his form spasmed, his mouth spitting out an inhuman gasp. He closed his eyes as his blood boiled, his bones seeming to liquefy into changing plasma, the cartilage of his ears twisting and flattening out, yanking its way up and outwards as they pulled u

He awoke. Alex wanted to open his eyes, something to tell him something what was going on. But the first thing that came to mind was the blinding pain – whatever had knocked him out had left a bump the size of the island on the back of his head. His mouth dropped as the rush of pain arrived, nearly forcing him to pass out once again – his eyes squeezed shut hard as he coughed, spitting out an ugly mixture of blood and saliva. "Ow-w-w-w-w-w…." Whispering, whimpering at the pain. Never before had it hurt so badly to breathe – he wanted to scream, or cry. But just sitting there as he choked on his own breath…was already too much for him to b

It was a fairly pleasant day at the park. People walking their varied pets across the sidewalks while joggers huffed as they closed in on the last mile of their workout. A few people sat by on the benches, watching the squirrels zip by along the trees while munching on their lunches. One jogger in particular halted on the far end of the park, his workout finally complete. The man had been busy most of the day, but it was finally a good time to take in the sights – unbroken nature underneath a bright, sunny sky – a cheerful blue alongside some fluffy rain clouds. In addition to the sights were the smells – fresh evergreen pines wafting throug

A brief knocking at yet another metallic door, and they were in. The group of grunts dropped Alex's frozen body upon a carpeted floor and were gone. He jolted once at the sudden impact as his eyes slid back into focus, surveying the room. His eyes jumped open at the sight. The room was a good fifty feet long down, maybe the same across. Instead of constant, unrelenting steel, there was thick, plush carpet. Painted walls. Overstuffed couches. Comfy beds. A few computers. He stared from his sprawled position on the floor, mouth halfway open in dumbfound expression. What on earth…? Placing his hands in front of him, he pushed himself to his k

"Urrgghh…" Alex moaned as he stirred again, his eyes squeezed shut. You've got to wake up. I don't want to wake up. I'm scared. No, I'm fucking terrified. You're scared? An assassin. Scared of a furry freak. Not just that…its…its… Bullshit, you're scared of what they'll do to you. … "You gonna sit there the rest of the day?" An exasperated voice broke into his mental argument, halting his thoughts temporarily. Alex opened his eyes, squinting as the bright electric lights flooded into his vision. As the contrast slowly adjusted, he glanced over in the general direction of the voice. A standard grunt, dressed in a navy blue shirt and je

Alex awoke to the crash of pounding waves. The waves weren't the only thing pounding. His hands jerked from the sand over his skull as he winced in pain, a migraine relentlessly grinding away. He opened his eyes, squinting through the bright sunlight to see where he had ended up. The crashed copter was long gone in the sea, but somehow, he had floated onto the beach. The waves were washing over his legs and torso, the only thing keeping him comfortable from the scorching sunlight. His clothing was ripped and torn and he had scorch marks where the tears were. Salt from the ocean water was in his hair and eyes – he rubbed with a torn sleeve,

The crash of thunder overrode the roar of the helicopter blades as the fury of the storm pulsed below. "Ya think it could get any more insane than this?" the pilot shouted over the roar. Alex didn't answer him. He was still thinking over what chances of survival he had on that island. So, an unknown Rocket facility. High-tech, could mean weapons, gadgets, or any other sort of crap the government would like to use. If weapons, I'm dead. Gadgets…probably implements of torture. Death, painfully. Other sort of crap…who knows? He cursed himself. Why had he not ended his contract with the Mafia that day, he didn't know. It was one last job