Lexlimitless
05-01-2006, 04:49 PM
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Okay well for all who used the imagination, yeah u guessed it, Nataku is Otaku. We all know Otaku is the romaji for the japanese word "fan" so we couldnt continue 2 use that word for the new story. Umm i wont repeat the rules, check Add your story 1 for that. Just have some fun writing this one.
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"Okay heres the house"
"Wow, its nice a big, just like the doctor orderd", Two men in ski masks banter to each other outside a two storey mansion in the middle of the night.
"Okay just like all the other jobs we go in as quiet as a mouse and strip the place clean, kill all the members of the house" says Man number 1, "Got it, come on".
Minutes later, a boy tosses and turns in his bed, he cant sleep, his same nightmare torments him everynight. He comes fully erect in bed because he hears the feint sound of the window in the kitchen downstairs creak. Without a second thought he springs out of bed and runs to his parents room.....
"Alright we are in, start taking the loot!" whispers man number 1. There is expensive tapestry everywhere. Fine art pieces on the walls and Aincent jewelry in glass cases, just like a museum. They quickly and quietly take what they need and head upstairs, weapons drawn. Man number 2 giggles to himself and licks the tip of his gun, aroused by the intent to kill.
Man number 2 sees a faint glimmer of light coming from a small room in the corner of the huge hallway plastered with doors. "Well what do ya know Jamey, its a lil' boys nite lite", man number two laughs at his own joke as he moves slowly to the room. He moves further and futher to the entrance and sees the shape of a boy still in bed, deep in sleep.
Gun in hand man number 2 pushes his head in. BOOOOOM!!!!!! blood splatters on the open door as the head of Man number two richochets off it, making a quelching sound as it falls on the ground. Man number one runs in and points his gun in the direction of the gunfire, and sees a small boy, before he could register the weapon, the but of a shotgun knocks the pistol out of the mans hand. everything slows down in man number 1s eyes as he sees the boy slap the tip of the shotgun causing it to rotate on its axis, catching the but and sliding his tiny fingers over the trigger. The man slowly peers up the boys body and looks into his eyes, the boys eyes flash red for a millisecond as he smirks and ejects a shell from his gun, it plundges into the mans chest and hammers him into the door. the man falls dead with his eyes staring at the boy.
The boy drops the gun as if released from a trance and begins to cry, falling into a pool of his own creation......
Episodes like that have characterised my life over the past few years. Ever since i was little i have had an instinct to protect what i hold dear to me. Now that i am in high school, my teachers speak about something called the parasympathetic, its a part of the mind that goes into high gear in the face of danger. but im my case, i get faster, stronger, and fearless. I could never understand it, and i still cant.
My name is Samuel Martinez, yeah im spanish. I was born to my wealthy parents Martha and Issac and little brother Antonio in Cuba. But i had a terrible secret so i have to be moved all over the world to keep my identity unknown.
That secret is that i.........
Okay well for all who used the imagination, yeah u guessed it, Nataku is Otaku. We all know Otaku is the romaji for the japanese word "fan" so we couldnt continue 2 use that word for the new story. Umm i wont repeat the rules, check Add your story 1 for that. Just have some fun writing this one.
************************************************** *********
"Okay heres the house"
"Wow, its nice a big, just like the doctor orderd", Two men in ski masks banter to each other outside a two storey mansion in the middle of the night.
"Okay just like all the other jobs we go in as quiet as a mouse and strip the place clean, kill all the members of the house" says Man number 1, "Got it, come on".
Minutes later, a boy tosses and turns in his bed, he cant sleep, his same nightmare torments him everynight. He comes fully erect in bed because he hears the feint sound of the window in the kitchen downstairs creak. Without a second thought he springs out of bed and runs to his parents room.....
"Alright we are in, start taking the loot!" whispers man number 1. There is expensive tapestry everywhere. Fine art pieces on the walls and Aincent jewelry in glass cases, just like a museum. They quickly and quietly take what they need and head upstairs, weapons drawn. Man number 2 giggles to himself and licks the tip of his gun, aroused by the intent to kill.
Man number 2 sees a faint glimmer of light coming from a small room in the corner of the huge hallway plastered with doors. "Well what do ya know Jamey, its a lil' boys nite lite", man number two laughs at his own joke as he moves slowly to the room. He moves further and futher to the entrance and sees the shape of a boy still in bed, deep in sleep.
Gun in hand man number 2 pushes his head in. BOOOOOM!!!!!! blood splatters on the open door as the head of Man number two richochets off it, making a quelching sound as it falls on the ground. Man number one runs in and points his gun in the direction of the gunfire, and sees a small boy, before he could register the weapon, the but of a shotgun knocks the pistol out of the mans hand. everything slows down in man number 1s eyes as he sees the boy slap the tip of the shotgun causing it to rotate on its axis, catching the but and sliding his tiny fingers over the trigger. The man slowly peers up the boys body and looks into his eyes, the boys eyes flash red for a millisecond as he smirks and ejects a shell from his gun, it plundges into the mans chest and hammers him into the door. the man falls dead with his eyes staring at the boy.
The boy drops the gun as if released from a trance and begins to cry, falling into a pool of his own creation......
Episodes like that have characterised my life over the past few years. Ever since i was little i have had an instinct to protect what i hold dear to me. Now that i am in high school, my teachers speak about something called the parasympathetic, its a part of the mind that goes into high gear in the face of danger. but im my case, i get faster, stronger, and fearless. I could never understand it, and i still cant.
My name is Samuel Martinez, yeah im spanish. I was born to my wealthy parents Martha and Issac and little brother Antonio in Cuba. But i had a terrible secret so i have to be moved all over the world to keep my identity unknown.
That secret is that i.........