FFvsXIII Story - Repost

[Cathryn]

Midnight writing does nothing for my sleeping hours, it just makes me turn dramatically nocturnal.

Ok, also i would like some suggestions on a title, all i can come up with is
'FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII'
Which isn't exactly orginal, seeing the fact as its all Square-Enix © blab anyway.

I hope that you enjoy the revamped version, things have been changed, just so when you read through it again if you do you won't be sitting there thinking 'WTF?' there are small changes, and there are also big changes, seeing as my brain works on too many levels things change during time and i do think up more idea's and how they could work, so yea.


The last heir to a dynasty ruling the only remaining city in the world to control crystals, who under foreseen circumstances, is forced to make a stand for when his kingdom, people and crystal comes under attack from intruders who wish to take the city and crystal for their own.

A new tale of the crystals is about to unfold.

“Go.” The voice ordered.
“But your highness, this is very unethical.” One soldier protested.
“Just, go.” He sighed.

The group of soldiers departed from the throne room, as they exited through the main door, gun fire was instant.
The man still sat in the throne room, pondered his thoughts, he sat on his throne, seemingly troubled in thoughts, his eyes closed, his cheek resting on his clutched hand, he waited till the gun fire ceased only seconds after the soldiers had left the building only to rise from his throne, and to make his way out of the building.

He stood before a small array of soldiers, roughly 60 from what he could make out, they all turned to him, he began to make his way down the stairs calmly and slowly, all soldiers began to make their aim at the man walking down the stairs.
He didn’t hesitate and kept pacing down the stairs, as he walked down he noticed dead soldiers, killed instantly as they made their way from the building, laying still on the concrete stairs, the soldiers had aim and began to fire immediately, a shower of bullets came directly into the direction of the man almost made his way down to the bottom of the stairs, most hit the stairs before any came within hitting distance of the man, but to their astonishment, the bullets deflected and bounced back from the invisible shield in front of him.
He was at the bottom of the stairs and stood still, bullets still came from the rifles the soldiers held, the man then held out his hand, making his shield visible, it was an array of weapons, he manipulated his powers and made the weapons spin quickly around him, gun fire still ensued rapidly, but still bullets rebounded off the fast pacing weapons, he chose his primary weapon, a large sword, powered by crystal extract, increasing the power of the sword dramatically.
The rest of the weapons concealed back to there previous form, keeping shield of the man. He made his way down the next flight of stairs, increasing his speed, he placed his sword over his shoulder so it supported the heavy weight of the sword, some soldiers began to back off as he increased ever more closer, but many still consistently fired and reloaded, keeping the routine quick and precise.
As the man came to the bottom of the stairs he quickly jolted his sword into a fighting stance, he was quickly taken by a few soldiers jumping towards him, he heaved his sword into the direction of the incoming soldiers and impaled them, then twisted the handle of the sword engaging the crystal stored within the sword, so he was able to throw the 2 soldiers stabbed to be thrown into a blockade of other soldiers, causing a pile up of soldiers dazed on the floor, fire began to cease by a small amount as soldiers backed away from the man, giving them enough distance to be free from death, the man then began to charge at a few soldiers, stabbing them and bringing them over his head and slamming them consistently to the floor, none of the soldiers where able to fight back the mans sheer physical power as he wielded his sword, not a single bullet touched him as his invisible shield surrounded him, keeping him from harm, making him virtually invincible.
The army had lost hope and began to disband, only a select few staid and continued to hail bullets at the man, but they ended up with deflected bullets and a quickly anticipated death.
The man eventually found himself alone, he summoned his sword away into the air, he walked around a fountain which was placed in the middle of the front court and made his way down a small flight of steps, placing his hand into his pockets and pulling out a car key.
Parked outside of the buildings front court on the road was a black Mercedes Bends, pristine and clean, he pressed the button on the key which unlocked the car and he made his way towards the car, his hand went to open the car door, but he was startled by a small commotion he could hear back on his front court, gun fire and shouting was heard, so he quickly made his way back up the stairs, also pressing the button on his key to relock his car, as he made his way up the stairs he found a woman quickly firing at point blank range at a soldier, he made his way around the fountain and around a few dead bodies, his footsteps caught her attention and she turned around gun drawn directly point towards his head, he skidded to a halt, she stared directly at him, focusing her aim to his head, he kept his gaze on her, watching her eye movements track his moves, he quickly devised a plan inside his head.

He lightly twitched his hand which summoned his large sword he previously used; as the woman saw his hand twitch she pulled a katana which she had holstered on her back, she brought the katana down onto him, but he brought his sword up, causing the swords to clash and the force repelling them both backwards, the both recovered and continued to fight, the woman shot the remaining round in her gun at the man then threw the gun to the floor, causing him to block the bullets quickly with his sword.
He reconsidered the fact of using his shield and he did, keeping the concealed weapons only to his knowing so he had protection from gun fire, he was then confronted by the woman as she ran towards him clashing her katana against his sword a few more times before her frustration took its toll, she brought the katana against his sword, putting as much pressure as she could against him, forcing his sword downwards inch by inch, making him try and fight back against the woman, she then saw he was distracted by his fight to bring his sword up so she let her katana free causing him to stumble and she then kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fly backwards into the wall of a separate outbuilding.
She stood waiting for him to recover from the hole within the wall, after a few moments he emerged with a dagger in one hand and a spear in the other, the woman was left confused on how he had exchanged weapons, not knowing who he was, she was left baffled, he came walking directly towards her, she waited for him to make his move, he quickly jabbed his spear directly at her, causing her to duck backwards into a crab position, as she ducked from the spear flying towards her, the mans eyes began to glow red and he was able to teleport from his position to directly in front of the woman, and as she came back up, he jabbed the dagger into her stomach, making her body shock with pain, the man stood back and let her stumble to the ground, she fell to her knee’s and examined her wound, she then stared back up at the man who looked down upon her with an expressionless face, she then took both of her hands on the dagger and quickly pulled it from her aching stomach, she threw the dagger to the ground and then collapsed, yet still breathing.

The man eventually left and started his way back up the stairs and into the building, taking one last look at the array of dead bodies sprawled on his front court, he then entered the building and shut the door behind him, as he walked back in at least a dozen soldiers approached him.

“Your highness.” They all said, and then saluted before him.
“Go and clean the mess that was made in the front court,” He said distastefully, “I don’t want corpses spread about my kingdom.”
“Where would you like us to dispose of them?” The leading soldier questioned.
“Throw the enemy soldiers in the incinerator, as for my soldiers report them dead to their families and release their bodies to them.”
“Yes sir.” They all said in unison and continued their march out of the front of the building.

The man made his way back to his throne which was placed in the middle of the entrance room, he slumped back into his chair and back into his earlier position, his eyes closed, his cheek resting on his clutched hand, he sat there almost drifting in and out of sleep for 30 minutes until the front doors burst open, 3 soldiers came in restraining a woman from lightly kicking them, another soldier leading the restrainers, they made their way up towards the man sitting at his throne.

[Cathryn]

“Sir,” the lead soldier began, “we found this woman amongst the dead soldiers, how would you like us to dispose of her.”

The mans attention was caught and he opened his eyes at sat up straight.
The restrainers brought the woman from her dragging position to her knee’s, one pulled her head up with her hair, making her look directly at the man sitting down staring at her, he looked at her with a smirk, as she acknowledged him she noticed he was more than a random rebel she picked a fight with, he was the king, she tried diverted her eyes towards the ground, not wanting to look at him directly in the eye, but the soldier holding her head up by her hair resisted her from pulling her head down, so she was stuck in the position of staring the man she fought directly in the eyes.

“Leave her here.” He said lightly.
“But your highness.” The lead soldier protested.
“Do as I order.” The man threatened, diverting his eyes from the woman, to the soldier.

The lead soldier clicked his fingers and the other soldiers released the injured woman, letting her slump to the ground before them, the soldiers departed back out to the front court.
The woman brought herself back up to her knee’s brushing back her hair with her fingers, the man still staring back at her, studying her features quickly before she made eye contact with him, brunette shoulder length hair, a perfectly contoured body from what he could make out by the shape her clothes made around her body, a small tattoo on her right wrist with the letter A in block capital, he stood up as she finished brushing her hair into a side parting, it caught her attention and she looked up at him standing before her, he offered her his hand, she brought her hand from her hair, but she hesitated before accepting his offer, but he grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her slowly to her legs, she wobbled a bit but caught back her balance.
Without a word he led her down a hallway left to where they originally stood, she tried to keep up with her while he kept tight grip of her hand, she felt growing pain in her stomach and began to slow, he noticed her dragging behind him and stopped, he noticed her grip weakening so he picked her up and carried her through a door which was in close proximity to where they stopped, he pushed the door open with his weight, the woman noticed he had taken them into a bedroom, he gently placed her on the bed to let her rest, and he made his way into the bathroom which was connected to the bedroom, she laid dazed for a few moments but she staid in consciousness, eventually the man came back with a small bowl of water, bandage, and a hand towel, he placed all three objects on the bedside table, he then sat on the edge of the bed next to where the dazed woman laid, she barely noticed him until he lifted up her top to examine her wound, but she took it to offence and had enough energy to lean up and slap him around the face, she then slumped back onto the bed exhausted.
Shocked the man still continued and pulled her top back up to examine her wound, the woman at this point couldn’t conjure up enough energy to do any more harm to him, so she just laid on the bed wondering what he was going to do.
The man then dipped the hand towel in the bowl of warm water, squeezed access water from the towel and then began to dab at her wound. She felt the pain increase as he dabbed the towel on her wound, she wriggled a bit in pain but he took no notice of her and continued the routine.

[Misschoco]

yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy the story at last


thanks youuuuuuuuuuuu Cathryn i cant wait for more of this story


and theres a katana my favorite weapon

[Lifrasthir]

YAY! Can't wait for more!

x-x The boldness of the story! IT BURNS!

[Cathryn]

Eventually after a long process of cleaning her wound he placed the towel back into the bowl, he noticed her drifting into sleep so he tucked his hands under her body, pulled her forward and let her rest on his shoulder, he reached for the bandage on the table, pulled out the start of the bandage and began to wrap it around her waist and over her stab wound, she moaned a couple of times due to pain, but as far as he was concerned she was asleep, he finished wrapping the bandage around her waist, ripped off the access bundle and tied it to another strand of bandage he left so he could secure the bandage around her waist so it didn’t come loose, he then rested her back onto the bed and took the objects back into the bathroom.
He emptied the bowl into the sink and dropped the towel into the sink and left it there, he placed the bandage back into the cabinet below the sink and shut the door, as he made his way from the cabinet back to the sink, he rested his hands on the outside of the sink and scratched his head in frustration, he looked up at himself in the mirror only to see a tired face of a 21 year old man, his eyes a deep brown still slightly glowing red, but the red began to fade and they returned to a deep brown, he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand.
He eventually after time walked back into the bedroom, finding the window open letting the cold breeze in the room, and the woman gone, he quickly ran to the window to find the woman running across the acres of land stretching out from the building, he jumped through the window and pursued after her, from what he could make out from when he was running after her, she was only jogging so she was easily catch-able, he eventually came metres from her, she noticed him behind her and tried to quicken her pace, but her body wasn’t willing to be pushed any further as her body was in enough pain due to her stomach, he was right behind her and tackled her to the ground,
he pinned her to the ground, she didn’t fight back, and she just laid on the grass exhausted and gave up her fight for freedom, he to panted softly from exhaustion but recovered more quickly than she did, he picked her up and carried her back to the window which she had attempted escape from, which was from where he tackled her, roughly 500 metres away, she exhaled heavily as she recovered, he kept looking back to the window, and occasionally looked up towards the moon which forever staid in the sky day and night, as he reached the window he leaned her through first and then stepped through himself, then again he placed her back onto the bed, then closed the window shut, he checked his watch, 11:32pm.
He made his way over to a chair which sat in the corner of the room behind the door, he sat down and made himself comfortable and kept his eye on the resting woman the rest of the night.

He increasingly checked his watch during the night roughly every 45 minutes, it had reached 5:24am, he was still awake, barely staying awake himself, but he watched the woman with eyes like a hawk.
He heard a knock on his door, his attention was broke and he got up and opened the door, stood in front of him was a man dressed in a long black robe which reached the floor, his hair was white and pulled back into a small ponytail, his face showed obvious signs of age.

“Yes.” The man said.
“Excuse me you highness, if I’m not intruding could I possibly have a word with you.” The aged man asked.
“Of course.” He replied and welcomed him into the room.

The man covered in a robe instantly noticed the woman asleep on the bed and turned back to the young man.

“Your highness, if I am intruding I will leave.” He insisted.
“No your not.” He argued, “What is it of urgent attention you need to see me about.”
“Rumours have arisen that more enemy targets are being sent into the city in 4 days time, if so we need to evacuate the city’s residents, we cannot afford to lose the hope of our kingdom.”
“I see,” he paused, “Forget it.”
“But your highness! This is of an urgent matter.” The aged man protested.
“It is not a matter, merely a rumour, and until conformation of an invasion I will take no further action, is that clear.” He said sharply.
“Yes sir.” The man said disheartened.

The woman began to stir, awakening from her slumber; it caught both men’s attention.

“Now if you don’t mind, I have some business to attend to.” The young man said while offering the man the open door.
“Yes sir.” He said lightly and exited.

He shut the door and made his way over towards the awakening woman, sitting on the edge of the bed, studying her face, she wore no makeup but her face seemed almost perfect, even despite she had just woken up, as she opened her eyes he noticed that her eyes glowed a strong green, as she focused and wiped the sleep from her eyes she was startled to find him staring at her, he then lifted her top to examine if the bandage needed changing, and it did, the wound still bled a little over the night she slept so he stood up and began to walk to the bathroom, but he turned back to speak to her.

“Do not jump out of that window again.” He said harshly.

He turned back and made his way to the bathroom, and came back with bandage, the woman had already taken off her old bandage and was sat up waiting for him to return, he sat on the edge of the bed and did the same routine, minus the bowl of water and towel, she still sat up as he made his way back to the chair in the corner where he had spent most of the night, he sat down and kept his eye on her, she stared directly back at him and noticed after a few minutes he began to drift in and out of sleep, but she shuffled on the bed which caught his attention and he was back to focusing on her.

“What is your name?” He said out of the blue.
“Amia.” She said startled by his small outburst, “Yours?” she continued.
“Storm.” He said while he yawned.
“Storm?” she questioned.
“Yes.” He answered quickly.
“You’re the king.” She said.
“Yes I am.” He replied knowingly.

He stood up and walked over to Amia, she watched him as he strode over towards her.

”Why where you fighting those imperial soldiers?” He said sharply.
“I’m part of a resistance.” She said without thinking.

She clasped her hands over her mouth in shock.

“Resistance against the empire?” He questioned.

She shook her head sideways still clasping her mouth in her hands.

“Resistance against the invasion?” He questioned.

She didn’t answer.

“Your part of the crystallise group aren’t you?” He persisted with questions.

Again she didn’t answer.

[Lifrasthir]

Awesome!

[Misschoco]

this story=too amazing

i really cant wait for more

[Cathryn]

“Fine then, I shall ask you a simple question, what is your age.” He said impatiently.

She took her hands from her mouth and slumped them to her side.

“I’m 20.” She replied.
A small ringing sound could be heard, it caught both of their attention, Storm made his way to the door, put his hand on the handle and turned back to Amia.

“Excuse me.” He said lightly.

He opened the door and into the hallway, he looked down either side of the passage and entered the door opposite his bedrooms, he walked into a room filled with darkness, all the light that came from within the room was that of a monitor screen which was placed in front of a black leather chair which can just be made out in the darkness, Storm headed over to the screen and sat down at the chair, in front of him was a keyboard, he pressed the enter button which caused the screen to connect to another line, the ringing ceased.
A man appeared on the screen, seemingly aged from his face, he wore black glasses with thin frames, also he had slick grey hair which was brushed back, and he wore a casual suit at he leaned forward in his chair.

“Your highness, I see you scared a few of my soldiers away.” He laughed, “It’s just a shame none of them where bold enough to put you out of your misery, the ones who remained ran in terror, ill ensure you I shall give you better competition than weak men.”
“I look forward to that.” Storm replied slyly.

Storm leaned back on his chair and stroked his forehead; it caught the attention of the man on the screen.

“You seem troubled your highness, maybe your kingdom is a burden to much for you to bare any longer.” The man said sympathetically.
“You’re wrong; nothing is a burden to me.” He replied weakly.

The mans impatience was beginning to wear thin.

“Give me your kingdom and crystal and I will make sure you or your kingdom will stay safe.” He said harshly.
“When is your army coming for a visit again to be decapitated?” Storm joked.
“Do not underestimate me your highness,” He paused to light a cigarette, “one man cannot fight an army, eventually, your kingdom will be mine.” He laughed.
“I doubt that very much.” Storm finished and cut the connection on their chat.

[Misschoco]

woot woot i love this story

i just cant wait for more............

[Cathryn]

I've been thinking of some titles for it.

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - Just a rumour

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - His Kingdom

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - Perceptions

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - Fight For Honour and Glory

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - The Last Battle

[Misschoco]

I've been thinking of some titles for it.

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - His Kingdom

FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII - Perceptions

i would narrow it down to them 2 :nod:

[Cathryn]

Thank youuu. Gives me something to work on =D.

[Omni-Cloud]

I'm liking the new story alot! The detail is great and VERY believable!~ I can't wait for more. Keep up the great work!~ Oh!~

And I like FFXIII V XIII: Perceptions.

That title leaves it a little more open.

[Cathryn]

Thank youu =D

[Angel of Darkness]

great story ^^ , i enjoyed reading it .

[Cathryn]

Thankyouu.
Ahh sorry i stole the blurb on your FFvsXIII boxart, i love it XDD. Is it alright if i can use it at the begining of my story?
XDD Next time i wont jump to conclusions. *slaps hand* :'(

[Omni-Cloud]

O_____O

I saw that you had posted..and thought you posted more of the story.....
My hopes were..all up.. *cries*


XDDDDDD

[Cathryn]

Ahhh sorry, i would of posted some earlier but i wrote about a couple of pages worth but ran through them and decided they where not irrelivant, so i went through a total rewrite from where i left off, also i double checked my spelling to find mistakes, printed it out and sat there highlighting them XD.

I'll post as soon as possible.

[Cathryn]

Storm rose from his chair and exited the room, walking over back over the other side of the hall and back into his bedroom, Amia still sat up on his bed, she kept her eyes focused on him as he slumped into the chair behind the door, he kept his eyes closed and sighed heavily, he stroked his head in frustration.

“I am in the resistance.” Amia said in discomfort.

Yet Storm didn’t react to her attempt in conversation, he only dug deeper into his tunnel of thoughts, constantly digging away at old memories which kept surfacing.

“Your majesty, we captured your son, he was making an attempted escape from the building.” The guard explained.
“Bring him to me…immediately.”
“Yes your highness.” The guard bowed and made his exit.

Back came the guard 5 minutes later, with a young boy, looking no old than 15 being dragged like a rag doll on the ground by two soldiers, as they came in close proximity with the king, the soldiers dropped the boy, letting him slump to the ground, the man sitting at the throne clicked his fingers and the guard and soldiers exited the room, leaving the king and his son alone, the man arose from his throne and began to circle around the lifeless yet breathing body on the ground.

“My son, why must you bring a burden upon me, you make me suffer for your consistent exits from my kingdom, don’t you like it here?” He gestured by widening his arms.

The boy didn’t reply, but he sat up to his knee’s and wiped away blood which trickled out of his mouth with the sleeve of his black shirt.

“You bring shame upon your heritance.” The man continued.

He then stood directly in front of the boy, who then looked up to his father, staring bluntly into his eyes. The king responded to his son’s cold look and silence with hitting him around the face, cutting his left side of his face with the rings his father wore on his hand which firmly hit him around the face.

“I named you after the cold harsh weather of which you where born in, hoping the cold harsh weather you where born in would make you strong, but your weak.” The man hissed at the boy.

The boy felt a build up of anger and hatred, he kept fighting back from the words his father spat at him, his limbs began to tremble with pure hate and chaos, but also trying to convince himself otherwise to not lash out, just to keep his emotions, his greed, his fathers grim demise to himself, but each emotion built up, wanting to burst and not even trying to subside anymore, he had given up hope of keeping these emotions to himself, he let them all explode out in one large blow.
He stood up quickly and threw his father by his shoulders to the wall and then took hold of his throat, gripping harder to his windpipe, restricting every ounce of air, he watched his fathers face build up with pure fright, he listened to his fathers pleads for help, trying to get out the words spoken.

“STOP IT! I’M BEGGING YOU!” The voice echoed seemingly from the outside.
“PLEASE!” The voice pleaded more.

The cries brought Storm back to his reality, as soon as he came back to the surreal his eyes stung, he could almost feel them burn inside his skull, as his focus came back, he found his hand clamed around Amia’s neck, her pinned to the wall, gasping for a breath of air, he realised his actions and released his hand from her neck immediately, letting her slip down the wall and to the floor, gasping for breath, she clutched her neck lightly, herself being able to feel the imprints, the bruises of Storms fingers, and small cuts where his nails dug into her skin.
He stepped back and then progressed into the bathroom, he stumbled to the bathroom, making his way to the sink, he quickly turned the knob of the cold tap, he clutched his hands under the running water and splashed the hand full of water he had over his face, rubbing his eyes, he again took another hand full of water and splashed it against his face, causing the pain in his eyes to subside, as he wiped his face down and looked up to the mirror in front of him, he saw his eyes glow a deep crimson red, almost creating there own flame within his eye sockets.

[Misschoco]

*faints* omg what will happen next.........................

[Angel of Darkness]

Thankyouu.
Ahh sorry i stole the blurb on your FFvsXIII boxart, i love it XDD. Is it alright if i can use it at the begining of my story?
XDD Next time i wont jump to conclusions. *slaps hand* :'(
i acutally took it off wikipedia , so its not mine ^_^

[Lifrasthir]

Why were cliff hangers ever invented?

[Omni-Cloud]

I know exactly what you mean! Of course they were created to keep us coming back for more....but...Cathryn already knows we'll keep reading even if there isn't a cliff hanger...

SO WHYYYY!!!


XD


Maybe I should get a life too... ??? XDDDDDD

*does homework*...>

*tries*

[Misschoco]

Why were cliff hangers ever invented?
god damn you cliff hangers..................god damn you <_<

[Cathryn]

Im evil....
Ha.
:cool:

[Cathryn]

i acutally took it off wikipedia , so its not mine ^_^

Ahhh coolio. *snickers in a evil sorta way* :blink:

Anywhooo.

The flames in his eyes blew out like a flame to the wind when he realised what had happened. His dream.
His own feelings, his own actions where projected back onto reality like a film running onto a screen.
His actions where unknown to him until he was snapped back into reality from Amia’s screams, his dream, did it really control him, was it even possible for such a deep and forgotten memory such as many others Storm had, only to be produced in reality when he slept.
He questioned himself heavily, nothing like this had happened before, so why now?
Why…now?

He stared blindly into the mirror, staring back was a man who inside was weak, a feeble man who couldn’t even stand up to his father without trying to kill him first, using brawn over brain, using his anger instead of his wits, he was weak, and he knew it.

He stepped back into the bedroom, Amia still in the same position, breathing more lightly than she originally did, still holding her hand loosely around her neck.
She made instant eye contact with Storm as he entered, glaring hard at him, hoping he would notice, but he just walked back to the chair he previously sat in, leaned his head back, and stared at the ceiling, Amia stunned began to flare inside.

“Not even a sorry.” She croaked her throat obviously sore.

Storm still stared at the ceiling in silence.

“I see, your to posh to say sorry I see, to posh to show any emotions at all.” She croaked again without hesitation, exaggerating her words clearly.
“Shut up.” He said sharply.

He rose from his chair and headed towards Amia.

“Fine, you want an apology, I’m sorry.” He threw at her.
“Apologies are just words.” She said cold heartedly.
“Then why ask for an apology?” He said confused.

He came closer, but Amia didn’t take her chances, she pulled out a hand gun which was tucked in a holster on her side of her black trousers.
“I swear to god you come any closer and ill shoot you straight in the head.” She threatened holding a gun pointing directly at him.

“Make sure you make it quick, you wouldn’t want the guards to catch you.” He hissed.

Amia pulled her face into frustration; she then slowly placed the gun back into its holster and watched Storm smirk at her.

“Smart girl,” he said slyly, “Now why where you sent here?”
“Huh?” She replied.
“You’re in the resistance are you not? Why where you sent here?”

He then summoned his large sword quickly to his hand and held it directly at Amia, the point of the tip only a pins width from her eye, she didn’t flinch.

“It would be a shame if your resistance friends found you dead.” He continued.
“I was sent here to help eliminate the soldiers with a few other resistance members; unfortunately I was the only member to turn up for the fight.” She explained hesitantly.
“I see.” He said while letting go of his sword and turning around.

The sword floated in mid air, still in the same position, he turned around and tightened the grip on his gloves, and turned back around, held his hand over his sword and it summoned away, Amia looked at Storm grimly with a face a mother would hate, he walked closer only to pat her on the head, the final gesture he had to make, only to cause Amia to breaking point.

She kicked him violently in the stomach, throwing him back onto the bed, she got up and jogged towards the door and made her way into the hall, Storm recovered from the bed a little dazed and quickly made his way out of the door and found Amia jogging down the wide hallway, he ran after her, his eyes began to glow a deep crimson, he caught up and grabbed hold of her hand, threw her around the hallway and threw her in the opposite direction she was going, she propelled through the air and found herself becoming nearer and nearer to the wall, she quickly tucked her feet in and was able to flick a small switch on her shoes, she then hit the wall and pushed herself back from the wall with the same amount of force that he threw her with, she came back to him standing in the hallway, she ducked lower only to brush through the opening between his legs and take hold of his shins, pulling him over and slamming to the floor, she let go of his legs and hit the wall on the opposite side, letting the wall absorb the energy which made her able to take a step back onto solid ground, she then lent down and flicked the switch back off on her shoes, but she felt a sharp pain within her stomach and she stumbled back but made her way back to her feet.
Storm recovered from his position on the floor and made his way towards Amia standing in the front room, which also accommodated his Throne, he paced towards her, becoming more drastic and summoned a rifle to his hand, she stood still awaiting his actions.

“Shoot me.” She joked.
But he kicked her hard in her stomach, causing ripping pain within; she stumbled, feeling suddenly weak, her vision began to blur, she gradually began to loose her hearing, but she was able to just make out the words Storm uttered from his mouth.

“Bang.” He said lightly, and then hung the rifle over his shoulder.

Her head began to spin, she lost all hearing, she couldn’t speak or move, her vision finally went to the colour black and she fainted, Storm went to pick her up, as he leaned over her lifeless body, his eyes began to sting again, even though he was fully aware of what was happening, his eyes began to make the same feeling they did from his unknown actions, but he ignored the pain and proceeded to pick Amia up from the tiled floor, threw her loose body over his free shoulder then took her back to his bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

[Lifrasthir]

WOOT! More!

[Cathryn]

Amia began to regain consciousness, she felt her stomach wretch with pain and she wriggled about on the bed, clutching her stomach, refusing to open her eyes.
Storm stood and stared at her, thinking her of immature, the pain in his eyes gradually decreases in irritation until he didn’t notice it anymore, but his eyes felt strangely hotter than the rest of his body, as if it was an oven that was just turned off but the heat was still trapped in it, causing the temperature to drop slowly.
Amia began to plead, wriggling upon the bed like a child.

“Why won’t you just let me go?” She screamed in pain, “why…”

She slipped back into unconsciousness, Storm not noticing.

“Why can’t you let me go? Can’t you see I want to leave you ignorant swine!”

He screamed hard into the mans face, clenching his neck, tightening even more, causing the man to struggle more.
The boy then let go of his grip and his father fell to the ground, his lungs screaming for air, his breath pulling in as much oxygen as possible, he sat there gasping heavily, feelings weak, the boy turned from him and progressed from the entrance and out of the front doors, and slammed them hard behind him, almost making it feel as if the whole kingdom shook.

Amia came back around, feeling even more dazed and confused, laying on the bed shuffling a small amount in pain, but physically not having enough energy to do so, he groans of pain increased in volume which broke Storms concentration, his eyes diverted back to Amia, he stood staring at her for a few minutes examining her movement, he then noticed his eyes where stinging again, it didn’t feel as bad as the first experience he thought he had had of this sensation, he then made his way to the bathroom, he walked through and stood in front of the mirror, he then noticed blood streaming from his eyes like tears, yet stained a deep red, he panicked and grabbed a tissue from the toilet roll and ripped it off, wiping the blood which was dripping from his eyes, he leaned closer to the mirror, he stared into the reflection of his eyes, they where a deep brown, and seemed heavily blood shot, which may have explained the tears of blood which came from his eyes but as his finished cleaning them he heard a ringing, his attention was caught and he walked from the bathroom, out of the bedroom and back across the hall and into the opposite room, he quickly slumped back down into his chair and pressed the enter key hard causing it to stay embedded into the keyboard, the ringing stopped and a man popped upon the screen.

“What do you want Healy.” Storm snapped.
“I thought we had this conversation before, I want the crystal and your kingdom, simple really.” He explained.

Storm didn’t answer.

“I see, well, even if you had of said yes, it wouldn’t matter anyway,” he chuckled lightly, “I’ve sent you a little friend, you will like him…he’s very, persuasive.”

The man began to laugh; Storm slammed his hands down on the keyboard in frustration and anger, somehow his fist embedded into the screen itself, the screen cracked, sparks flew from the force of his fist, but received no electrical shock. He then turned around and made his way out of the room, he then paced down the hallway, ignoring his bedroom where Amia laid in pain, he kept pacing down the hallway until he came upon a highly sealed door, so it seemed, but Storm simply brushed his finger across the dust congested door and he was able to walk through the door as if it was never there, again it was a dark room, but what filled the room with a small amount of light was that of a small crystal which stood elevated on a table in the middle of the room, it glowed a bright blue, shining brightly like a candles flame, he didn’t hesitate to pick it up and shove the small crystal into a small pouch on his belt, he then made his way out of the room, and didn’t care to steal it again, he had what he wanted, so why steal an empty room?

He jogged lightly back to the bedroom, but found himself confronted with a large man, he held within his hands a machine gun, almost screaming to be fired, the man didn’t seem to have noticed Amia as she was still on the bed wriggling in pain, the large man grinned and acknowledged the man as the last heir.

“Your highness.” He said politely and bowed.

He then jolted the machine gun towards Storm and began fire, Storm then dodged the shower of bullets and jumped over towards the bed, and bounced on it, he picked up Amia in the process and aimed in the direction of the window, the man turned to the couple and began fire again, but Storm was already half way in the air heading towards the window, he flinched as he felt the glass pane of the window hit his head as he broke through it, and he rolled to the ground with Amia still held in his hands, he saw the large man come towards the window and quickly made haste to get up and start to run towards the back of the building, he ran at lightening speed as he made his way to the back of the building which had a large open garage attached to it, he made his speedy way towards the garage and noticed his chauffer sitting on a stool and reading the latest news paper, he approached the man.

“I need the keys to my bike now.” Storm panted.

The man noticed he was in a hurry and quickly picked the key from the wall where it hung amongst other keys and threw them at Storm, bounced off his chest and landed on Amia’s stomach as he cradled her in his arms, quickly he diverted his eyes to the motor cycle parked at his side, he sat Amia on the front of the bike and she slumped her head in-between the handle bars of the bike, Storm then picked the keys off the floor which fell from Amia’s lap when he placed her on his bike, he jumped on behind her, jolted the key into the ignition, revved the engine as the bike started, flicked up the bikes stand with the heel of his foot, and sped off onto the road in front of him.

[Lifrasthir]

Ooh, very good!

[Cathryn]

He increased pressure on the throttle more, shifting gear until he was almost reaching 100mph, as the road began to end he made his way onto an empty carriage way which headed towards the city, he decreased in speed and began to cruise at 40mph on the carriageway, not noticing the truck which was increasingly coming up behind him, Storm didn’t notice the truck until the truck was right behind him, the exhaust blaring the engines work, as he looked behind him he noticed the large man he had encountered earlier driving the truck, trying to ram the bike off the road, Storm began to place pressure back onto the throttle, increasing his speed quickly, but the truck stayed steady behind him, the man in the truck proceeded with ramming the bikes rear, causing Storm to loose control a bit of the bike, skidding onto the other side of the road, but he regained the bikes balance and stabilised, picking up speed even faster, changing gear to 4, now he was reaching 80mph, the truck was now a few metres away, Storm kept checking his mirrors to look back at the truck, but the man which was behind him in the truck pulled back, and seemed to stop, Storm was curious and he slowed down, waiting to see what the man was doing.
To his astonishment, the man pulled from the back of the truck, out in a chopper, two large machine guns locked to the sides of the chopper, he revved towards Storm, and speedily made his way towards him, Storm proceeded and screeched off forward, Amia still unconscious her head laying in-between the handle bars, Storm took one hand of the handle and summoned his rifle, letting it dangle in his hand almost touching the ground, the man was approaching fast, the chopper could be heard in the distance from Storms ears as he approached, but Storm was locked, he couldn’t go any faster than 80mph, he had his hand on his rifle, not his throttle, yet he locked the throttle into place to keep his fast speed.

The man was now next to Storm on the wide carriage way, the man then pressed a button on the end of his handle which turned the machine gun, pointing towards Storm, locking his target, but Storm proceeded with a rifle shot towards the man who was quick enough to dodge it, Storm summoned up his shield of weapons knowing without it would be inevitable he would perish in the shower of bullets, both locking eyes, Storm then summoned away his rifle and replaced it with his large sword, he lent closer towards the man and began to swipe his sword at him, dodging with the chopper the man then pulled up a sword which rested in a holster on his chopper, Storm made another swipe towards him and the man threw his sword towards him, locking their swords, tugging away at each other, they eventually pulled the swords free and the man responded fast with making a swipe for Storm which sliced his shoulder, the cut wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make him flinch in pain, suddenly Storm was caught by surprise where the man had began firing bullets at him.
But they all reflected and bounced off in other directions which frustrated the large man to fire more, hoping at least a bullet would hit him, but they all rebounded, in the mans frustration he took a large swoop at Storm, almost throwing himself off his bike, Storm took swoop and brought his sword up which repelled he man back and crashing his bike into the wall of the carriage way, Storm looked back and didn’t take any notice, and he turned back he noticed a sign reading ‘Roadwork in progress’ he suddenly panicked and summoned away his sword but he was to late and the bike flew of the edge of the unfinished carriage way and bounced back onto a dust filled building site, he wasn’t able to regain he balance and the bike threw itself onto its side and slide nearly 100 metres, Storm and Amia along with it.

As the dust re settled, Storm found himself being engulfed in a large shadow, it was that of the man he had just thought went crashing into the side of the road, but he seemed to be unharmed, Storm on the other hand was covered in not yet visible bruises and he could feel his back was injured, he wasn’t able to sit up, he just let the large man crouch down beside him and search his pockets, Storm knew what he wanted, as the man dipped his hand into one of the last pockets, he pulled out a small blue crystal, the man grinned and stood up and walked off into the unsettled dust in front of Storm.
Storm sighed in disbelief and tried to pull himself up, but he found it incredibly hard and painful, but after a struggle he was able to pull himself to an upright position, he scanned the ground for his bike and the woman who he had along with it, he saw his bike roughly 20 metres from where he sat, and then Amia, laying on the ground practically under the bike itself.
Storm sat and caught back his breath, he then made his slow attempt to his feet, but he almost fell over again, but he regained his balance, he made his way over to his bike, as he came closer he could see his bike was not useable, the front tire was ripped and the whole front of the bike was almost destroyed, he then saw Amia laying covered in dust and debris from the site, he kneeled down and dusted her off and turned her over onto her back, she then coughed which startled him, he brought her up to her knee’s, pulling her up and she consistently coughed.

“Are you ok?” He said awkwardly.

She stopped coughed and brushed the rest of the dust off her body, causing it to fly in the air, tickling Storms nose and he sneezed.

“I’m fine.” She replied.
“Where are we?” He demanded.

She looked around and recognized the surroundings.

“Were just off Deaonesin Carriageway, which unfortunately hasn’t been finished!” She exclaimed.
“Do you have a base near hear?” He asked.

Stunned she replied, “Yes, around 20 minute walk, why?”
“Take me to it.” He said firmly.
“I can’t…” She replied hesitantly.
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.”
“Take me now.” He said in a harsh tone.

She grunted but finally gave in.

[Misschoco]

omg omg omg this story just gets better and better

i need more...................................

[Lifrasthir]

Agreed.

[Cathryn]

Ok now being forced off the computer so ill just post the little bit ive rushed to do XDDD.

Amia was first to jump to her feet, but Storm took his time and effort, she noticed he wasn’t stable and she took hold of his hand, helping him up gradually, she then led him across the building site which backed onto a street, this was the first time Storm had ever seen the city since he was young, it had changed, it almost seemed a depressed shell of its former self, the road was lifeless, the continued and stepped down the hill and onto the street itself, she continued to lead him directly down the middle of the street, taking him down at least 20 blocks before she stopped and took a left, down a dark alleyway, Storm hesitated at first but continued to follow her like a lapdog.
There was a distinctive smell of something decaying which made him cringe, the alleyway was cramped and he felt claustrophobic, eventually Amia came to the end and stood outside of a door, Storm noticed a button on the wall, she looked back at him, and he noticed her gaze, but he averted his eyes to the ground, she smiled, she held down the button which had a speaker above it, she moved closer towards the speaker and spoke.

“Hey, its Ana let me in, I have a visitor.” He spoke softly into the receiver.

A muffled voice came from the speaker box and the door opened, she stepped in and Storm followed, immediately from the door was steps which lead down towards a lower room under the original buildings foundation, he followed her down a small staircase, Amia stopped at the end of the stairs, Storm standing right behind her, where they had walked down to was almost a computer technicians hideaway, monitors filled each side of the room keeping track on certain rooms, monitors for incoming calls and aircrafts, at least 3 people where sitting down keeping watch of the monitors, one man stood talking to a young woman who sat down studying a picture on a screen, he turned around.

“Ana!” He shouted with a smile on his face.

She jumped the last step and ran to hug him, he received her hug and picked her up and spun her around, embracing her tight.

“Where the hell have you been,” his attention was caught by Storm, “who is your friend?”
“Umm…this is Storm, he wishes to join the resistance, and I met with him when I was sent on my latest mission.” She replied uneasily.

Storm studied the man, short trimmed dark brown hair, seemed to be within the age gap of 20 – 26, no older, muscular body, and holstered a few weapons on him, seemed the type of man who would lead a group of resistant fighters.
The man held out his hand towards Storm.

“Ashley Connell.” He greeted.
“Storm Viviane.” He replied quietly, taking his hand and shaking it.

[Lifrasthir]

Coolio. ^_^ I want more! :'(

[Misschoco]

*drools for more*

amazing............

[Cathryn]

I decided to edit a bit of it because i knew i rushed on it to get it up to that part, but i changed a few descriptions etc...

“Are you ok?” He said awkwardly.

She stopped coughed and brushed the rest of the dust off her body, causing it to fly in the air, tickling Storms nose and he sneezed.

“I’m fine.” She replied.
“Where are we?” He said while itching the side of his nose

She looked around and recognized the surroundings.

“Were just off Deaonesin Carriageway which unfortunately hasn’t been finished!” She exclaimed.
“Do you have a base near hear?” He asked.

Stunned she replied, “Yes, around 10 minute walk, why?”
“Take me to it.” He said firmly.
“I can’t…” She replied hesitantly.
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t”
“Take me now.” He said in a harsh tone.

They both made their way to their feet and slowly made their way over the rubble and distorted ground, shifting there way over a large mound and finding themselves onto a deserted street, Storm never imagined the city to be such as this, but maybe urban areas such as these where abandoned, this was part of the outer city, so not much apart from gang violence and the drugs trade happened around these areas, Storm only knew this from what he was told, but now experiencing and seeing area’s like these, he now realised how different his world was from others.
They slid down the mound and hit the pavement, Storm tagging along after Amia, she then stopped and pointed in front of them, Storm caught up and stood next to her.

“My base is only a few blocks down this road, its not that far compared to what it looks like.”

Storm took in her words and they both then began back to walking, Amia slowly jogging in front of Storm, she then turned around and jogged backwards watching him stare into the mist in front of them walking with a blank face.

“Hey, Storm.”

She caught his attention and he looked at her jogging backwards, she smiled at him, her concentration, caught her heel on a crack in the pavement and fell over onto her back.
He trotted over to her lying there, but she instantly sat up and rubbed the back of her head.
Storm offered her his hand, she took it and he slowly pulled her up even despite the aching pain in his back and the cut stinging on his shoulder, he pulled her to her feet.

“Thank you.” She said lightly and smiled.

The continued down nearly 10 more blocks until Amia turned down a small alleyway, they trekked down the dark and dingy alleyway and came to a door, stopped at the door and brought her finger to a small speaker box which was at the side of the door, she lent closer to the box and began to speak into it.

“Hey, its Ana let me in, I have a visitor.” she spoke softly into the receiver.
“Ana?” Storm said puzzled.
“Short for Amia.”
“Oh” he sighed

A muffled voice came from the speaker box and the door opened, she stepped in and Storm followed, immediately from the door was steps which lead down towards a lower room under the original buildings foundation, he followed her down the small staircase, Amia stopped at the end of the stairs, Storm standing right behind her, where they had walked down to was almost a computer technicians hideaway, monitors filled each side of the room keeping track on certain rooms, monitors for incoming calls and aircrafts, at least 3 people where sitting down keeping watch of the monitors, one man stood talking to a young woman who sat down, both having a light conversation, the man broke the conversation and turned to their direction.

“Ana!” He shouted with a smile on his face.

She jumped the last step ran and embraced him tightly, he spun her around once and then placed her back to the ground, both of them gleaming with joy at each other

“Where the hell have you been,” his attention was caught by Storm standing on the last stair, “who is your friend?”
“Umm…this is Storm, he wishes to join the resistance, and I met with him when I was sent on my latest mission.” She replied uneasily.

Storm suddenly looked at her in disbelief, she had deliberately put him in a position he didn’t want to be in,
All he wanted was transport to get back to his estate so he could plan an immediate attack, now, he had no choice but to stick with the resistance, Amia saw his gaze and stared back at him with a look that said ‘sorry’, but maybe it was her only option to take.

“Ashley Connell” He greeted.

He stepped closer to Storm and held out his hand, Storm took it and he shook his hand.

“Storm Viviane” He replied quietly.

Eventually their hands parted and Amia tugged on Ashley’s shirt, he responded and took her hand and linked their fingers, both smiling, the uneasy silence was broken.

“Make your self comfortable,” Ashley said boldly “It’s going to be a long night so take some rest.”

His hand held out in the direction of a old and battered couch which sat in the corner of the room, separate from all the technology surrounded by them, Amia then tip toed to his ear and whispered words that only he could hear, Storm couldn’t make out what she said as he listened inventively, Ashley replied her words with a smile and he let her lead him into a door from Storms view, making him come down the rest of the stairs and watch them walk into a separate room which was next to the couch, both of them laughing lightly as the door closed, Storm then heard the laugh of one of the people sitting at one of the desks and shaking her head and lightly saying ‘them two’.
Storm took no notice and made his way to the old torn couch and slumped down on it and closed his eyes and began to rest.

[Lifrasthir]

Awesome!

[Cathryn]

Instead of rest Amia took Ashley into a separate room away from the commotion and noise on the other side of the wall, still clasping tightly to his hand, she unlinked her fingers from his and then embraced him tightly, he also embraced her and lent his cheek atop of her head.

“Where have you been?” He asked her inquisitively.
“Out”
“I need more than that”

She pushed off him and stared at him.

“Don’t you trust me” She replied.
“I Do, I just need more than ‘out’, all I want to know is where the hell you have been, I expected you back yesterday, not today, I worry about you…”
“Ok, ok, I got stuck in a situation, but Storm got me out of it, that’s why I brought him here.” She lied.
“Ok.” He said lightly.
“Besides,” she continued, “you don’t need to worry about me, I can look after myself.”
“But I want to look after you, you get into so much more than you bargain for Amia, I don’t want to loose you…” He trailed off.

He looked down at the floor averting her gaze; he put his hands on her shoulders and stroked her arms, still keeping his eyes firmly to the ground, she stared at him hard trying to get his eyes to meet hers, he looked back up at her, Amia’s expression seemed filled with confusion.

”But your not going to loose me, it was no big, really, it was only a small situation, you have to trust me.” Amia began.
“I do”
“I know you do, but seriously, you really have to.”

She put her arms around him, hugging him tightly, resting her head on his chest and sighing heavily.

“I do” he repeated.

He pushed her off him and leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, Amia looked up at him, staring into his eyes, watching his expression, worry was printed all over him, she then lent up a small amount and kissed his lips, as their lips parted he smiled, almost lightly laughing.

“What did you say you wanted to do to me again?” He joked.

She gasped and thumped his chest with her tightly gripped fist.

“Shut up” She ordered.

Amia cupped his face in her hands and passionately kissed him, he brought her in closer proximity then lifted her onto the bed, their lips not parting, without hesitation Ashley pulled off his jacket and top and quickly pull off Amia’s v-neck shirt, but his lips parted her and he laid on top of her stunned, she looked up at him staring down at her stomach, she realised her wound, Ashley’s face turned into a face of anger.

“What is this?” He demanded, diverting his eyes to hers.
“It’s nothing, just a scratch.” She said trying to ease him.
“Is that so?” he replied in disgust.

He then tried to pull of her bandages, but Amia resisted his force, trying to push his hands of the bandages wrapped around her waist, but eventually he ripped them from her body, he stared in horror at the stab wound, Amia just laid there staring at him, she tried to shuffle up but he laid on top of her so she was not able to move.

“Who did this to do?” He shouted.
“Storm, but it was an accident.” She said calmingly.
“It doesn’t look it.”
“Listen!”
“No, I’ve seen enough.” He snarled.

Ashley jumped from the bed and made his way to the door.

“Ashley STOP!” She screamed.

But he had opened the door and paced out of the bedroom in rage, he made his way to Storm who slept silently on the couch, He grabbed him by his shirt and immediately threw him to the ground.

[Lifrasthir]

Oohm really good! I need more...

[Misschoco]

omg i need more more more this is to awesome

[Cathryn]

Storm was stunned and didn’t know what had happened, he found himself on the ground, he quickly shuffled up and saw Ashley charging towards him, Storm didn’t move and let him tackle him to the ground, but a wrestle match ensued, Ashley punching him hard in the face twice before Storm bothered to kick him off, then jumping on him himself and hitting his chest and face, Ashley forcing Storm off of him, grabbing his shirt and throwing him to his side, out of Storms view he pulled out a pocket knife from his back pocket and unlocked it, Amia then came bursting out of the door fully dressed, and began to run over towards Ashley but before she could get to him he brought his hand down with knife in down onto a dazed Storms chest.
He felt a surge of pain run through his chest and he found it hard to breath, Storm felt his chest and found a knife, he gasped for air.
Amia jumped onto Ashley and pulled him away from Storm, she then quickly made her way back to Storm writhing in pain on the floor and everybody stared at him, not reacting to Ashley’s actions.
Amia turned back to Ashley who stood before them both.

“What the hell have you done?” She screamed at him.

She turned back to Storm and checked his wound.

“It’s ok, ill sort this.” She said reassuringly to him.

He understood her words, but he couldn’t reply, he just laid there in agony.

“Help me” She said sternly to Ashley.

He then began to realise his actions, he overreacted, and he knew it, he responded and helped Amia pick Storm up and drag him into the bedroom, they placed him onto the bed.
Amia then went up to Ashley and slapped him firmly around the face.

“Get the hell out of this room now.” She said in disgust.

He glared at her and proceeded out of the door and shut it, Amia sat on the bed watching Storm, his face almost as white as a ghosts, he shakily moved his hand to hers resting on the bed, he picked her hand up and clasped it, she didn’t mind and reassured him by tightening her hands grip around his, after around 10 minutes Storm slowly sat up from his bed, Amia seemed shocked, he then brought his hand up to the knife imbedded in his chest and quickly pulled it out, he flinched with pain and threw the knife onto the side of the bed, then parted his hand from Amia and pulled his shirt off, dug his hand into on of his pouches on his belt and brought out of it blue shards, he then placed the hand full of shards over his stab wound, pressing them against his chest, a small glow shone threw the gaps between his fingers, he took his hand from the wound and Amia watched the blue shards heal his wound in a few seconds.

“What the hell!” She said in amazement.

Storm sat and exhaled heavily, then closed his eyes.

“Hey! Why didn’t you do that with me?” She questioned.

Storm opened his eyes and looked at Amia.

“You are not in my family; you are not a pure heir to the crystal.”
“Oh, and you are?”
“Yes” He replied sternly.

[Lifrasthir]

Wah- there's no more?......:'(

[Misschoco]

*gasp* i just get enough of this

[Omni-Cloud]

omg, this is really good. I love it whe I miss a week on the forums and I come back to see a million more paragraphs of the story!~

Keep up the great work~~~

^___________________________^

[Cathryn]

Lol. And i wondered where you had migrated to!! I got loads to write tomorrow, thats an advantage of staying up til the early hours of the morning eating ben n jerrys =P Gives me heap loads of ideas XDD
YARRRRR =D

[Omni-Cloud]

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!~

I can't wait then! Hopefully I'll be able to read it though >_< I have to go to a family reunion.. ~_~

[Cathryn]

Awwww. Well ill be online all night now XDD Its just past 3am so ill be all moody tomorrow because - NO SLEEP!!!!!
But ill get on the computer at about 7am as thats usually when everybody emerges from bed lol. So! I shall be typing all day XDD!!

[Omni-Cloud]

wow~ :O

Alright! Good luck~ We all appretiate how you use sleep deprevation to write the story. XD

see ya tomorrow..maybe...if it rains..and cancels the reunion!~ :D:D:D

[Cathryn]

Lol. Im preety much nocturnal anyway, apart from school nights, cant afford to fall asleep in class as people write stuff on me D=
But my nocturnal instints have there advantages
example - PS3 + Nocturnalness + Bedroom + Wireless Connection = Midnight ffvsxiii.net forum chat + Inspration to draw and write XDD
Ohh god ?_? Chris says hi. =\

[Cathryn]

She nodded at his answer.

“I’ve got a good idea at why your boyfriend came at me with a knife.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, just something on the side.” She explained.
“I see, so I take it when you mean something on the side you mean boyfriend?” Storm said with a smirk.

She glared at him with a smile.

“He only came at you because of what you did to me.” She said trying to change the subject.
“Because I stabbed you” He replied.
“Yes” Amia sighed.
“He doesn’t take to it kindly I see, seeing as he stabbed me in the chest with a small pocket knife.”

Amia then noticed the cut on Storms shoulder begin to heal, in less the 10 seconds it had turned from a small wound to skin.

“The crystals, they travel around my body through any injuries and resolve any problems.”
Storm explained.
“I see, it will only have effect of people of royal blood.” She blurted.
“Yes.”
“He only did it because he wants to protect me.” She muttered to herself.
“Well he obviously thinks you are something worth protecting”

The door slowly opened and Ashley’s head peaked around it, Amia stood up and quickly paced to the door and pushed onto the door, trapping his head in-between the door.

“Get the hell out” She hissed straining.
“Leave it.” Storm shouted to her.

She then let go of her pressure on the door, and it flung open, Ashley fell with the door opening.

“Ouch” He released as he laid on the floor.

He pushed him self up from the ground and brushed himself down with his hands, he took a step forward but Amia then stood between him and Storm.

“I just wanted to say sorry.” He sighed.

Ashley then made his way back out of the room and closed the door behind him, Amia turned around and looked at Storm who was staring up at the ceiling seemingly not noticing anything else around him, she smiled at him.

“Amia!”

The shout came from the monitor room.
Storm looked at her and then stood up forgetting to put his shirt back on and let her open the door and walk out, he then made his way out behind her, and they walked over to Ashley who stood lurking over a monitor with another person who sat down in front of an array of screens, Ashley turned to them as they made their way over to him.

“We where able to hack Healy’s database and it seems he has a little party stretching over a week, no information shows why, but it starts tonight in the inner city, he’s inviting all of the top loose criminals on the kingdom’s wanted list, the invitations go on.” Ashley explained.
“What’s the catch” Storm replied.
“You have to have a nice array of gil to be able to pay for a hotel suit and entry fee.”

Storm concocted a plan in his head, sure of it to work.

“Add myself and Amia onto the list of invites, but change my name to Kale Roshima.” Storm ordered to the woman sitting in front of the monitors and she immediately began tapping away at the keys.
“What! We can’t afford that!” Ashley blurted out.
“You can’t, I can.” He replied digging his hand into his open pocket and pulling out a large pouch of gil and threw it towards Ashley, he clumsily caught it.

“We have to get the crystal back.” He protested.
“Wait. The crystal has been stolen?”
“Yes.” Storm replied half heartedly.
“Wait since when?” Amia stood towards closer to him.
“Since we crashed”

He pulled Amia to the side, away from anybody’s curious ears.

“I took it before we left.”
“Wait why?” She whispered.
“Because we where being chased, and when we crashed the man who was originally chasing us took the crystal from me.”
“Didn’t you even fight back?” She strained in whisper.
“No” He turned his head from her to facing Ashley.

“Miz”
“Yes sir” The woman replied sternly.
“Put me on the list to, I want to keep an eye on Amia.”

“Amia” Storm said turning his head back to her.
“Yes?” She replied.
“Can you cut hair?” He asked her quickly.
“A little, but why?”
“Healy knows who I am and what I look like, I need to change in order to get into the party.” He explained.
“I don’t know if I can cut this!”

She took her hands from her side and flicked his strands of hair coming down the side of his face with her fingers, Ashley watched them both intensively, he felt a small amount of anger inside of him from His lover and Storm talking, he didn’t like it, that was the main reason he was going to go along with them, to keep them apart, only because he thought there could be something between them, something he didn’t like one bit.
“Just do it, please?” Storm said almost pleading.

She sighed and scratched her forehead, he waited for her answer.

“Ok, come with me” She exhaled.

She led him back to the bedroom, Ashley watching them closely.

“Hey! Where are you to going?” He shouted.
“Going to sort some things out.” Amia replied and continued leading Storm into the bedroom.

Storm shut the door.

[Misschoco]

this story is just friggin cool

but oh noooooooooooooooo storms hair is going :'(

[Lifrasthir]

Nooo! Without more I am incomplete! *explodes*

[Misschoco]

Nooo! Without more I am incomplete! *explodes*

without storms hair im incomplete :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

Cathryn cant storm just put a hat on and not cut his hair:'( :'( :'(

[Lifrasthir]

It's a dangerous world out there Miss Choco....So Cathryn, just have Storm put on a fake mustache.

[Misschoco]

It's a dangerous world out there Miss Choco....So Cathryn, just have Storm put on a fake mustache.

oh goddd nooooooo


yh cathryn just a fake mustache im sure with that he wont have to chop his hair up :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

[Cathryn]

I shall think it over ¬¬.....

[Omni-Cloud]

This party is going to be soooo cool
XD

[Cathryn]

james bond shizzle D=

[Cathryn]

SORREH XDDD
Changed it a bit because i didn't like how it turned out, i sat there reading it and i wasn't happy, it didn't clear a few things and i decided the whole hair thing could wait.

Ashley then made his way back out of the room and closed the door behind him, Amia turned around and looked at Storm who was staring at the door

“Amia!”

The shout came from the monitor room.
Storm looked at her and then stood up forgetting to put his top back on and let her open the door and walk out of it, he then made his way out behind her, and they walked over to Ashley who stood lurking over a monitor with a woman who sat down in front of an array of screens, Ashley turned to them as they made their way over to him.

“We where able to hack Healy’s database and it seems he has a little party stretching over this week, no information shows why, but it starts tonight in one of the inner cities, he’s inviting all of the top loose criminals on the kingdom’s wanted list, the invitations go on.” Ashley explained to Amia.
“But what’s the catch?” Storm butted in.
“It’s going to cost a nice amount of gil to get into the place.” He replied averting his gaze to Storm.
“Will this suffice?”

Storm dipped his hand into one of the pouches on his belt and brought out a small sack of money and tossed it in Ashley’s direction, surprised he fumbled to catch it.

“I don’t take charity” He snapped.
“Well we are not going to get in without any gil, so what else would you want to do?” Storm retaliated.

Ashley sighed and accepted the gil Storm had thrown at him and passed it to Amia, she took it and placed it into her pocket. Ashley turned back to the woman sitting down in front of the monitors.

“Put mine and Amia’s names down onto the invitations list.” He explained quietly.

Storm overheard his small conversation and butted in.

“Place my name down to.”
“Yes sir.” The woman replied.

Ashley sneered at Storms remark, but shrugged it off, he turned back to Storm and patted him on the shoulder.

“Hey, about what happened?”
“Forget it, I understand you care about Amia, if it’s any conciliation, I’m sorry” Storm exhaled.
“Oh, ok” Ashley replied stunned.

Storm turned from Ashley and headed towards Amia hanging around in the corner of the room.

“Do you have any transport?” He asked.
“We have a bike, but that’s it.” Amia replied
“We need to head back to my estate; we need to pick up some things, can you take me to it?”
“Now?” She asked shocked.
“Yes, now.” Storm said leaning closer towards her.
“Ok, let’s go.”

Amia brushed past him and made her way towards the stairs, Storm followed her, as they began to make their way up the stairs Ashley noticed them.

“Hey! Where are you headed?”
“We just need to go pick up some things, we’ll be back later.”

Amia shouted back, not stopping jogging up the stairs, Storm tagged behind her as they approached the door, Amia flung it open and began to run down the alleyway, Storm keeping a small distance from her, they took a left out of the alleyway and around another corner and found a garage door connected to the same building, Amia crouched down and pulled it up, revealing a small room with a motorbike perched in the middle, keys still hung from the switched off ignition, the bike was almost untouched, it was a clean white bike, huge off road wheels attached to it, the both made their way towards the bike, first to jump onto it was Storm, Amia made herself comfortable behind him and clutched onto the small handlebar on the back of the bike, Storm lifted the stand up with the back of his foot and levelled the bike to his suiting, started the engine.

“Take a left turn first and it should lead you onto the part of Deaonesin Carriageway which isn’t closed.” She said gritting her teeth, “once we get onto the Carriageway ill tell you where to go.”

He applied pressure to the throttle and quickly made his way from the garage and onto the road, the tires screeched a small amount, but enough for Ashley to hear from the basement his resistance took hold in, he then quickly ran up the stairs, down the alleyway and around the corners, finding an empty garage.

“Damnit Amia!” He shouted into the empty street in rage.

The reeves increased and Storm changed gear from 2 to 3, increasing speed dramatically from 40 to 70mph, they sped down the road, he could see in the distance the entrance onto the Carriageway, he increased speed even more, then changing gear again, Amia said nothing about his fast speed, but just waited until they made it only a few minutes later onto Deaonesin Carriageway, after making it 50 meters onto the carriage way Amia began to speak.

“Keep going and you shall be able to see your house on the right, then just take a right turn off the carriageway when you find a break in it!” She shouted so he was able to hear.

He nodded to her description, and kept his speed steady at 90mph, after about 5 minutes of driving at fast speed down the carriageway he was able to see his estate, he found the break in the road and took it, increasingly dropping speed to be able to take the turn and park outside of the building, he pulled up out the front and pulled the key from the ignition and shoved it into his pocket, pulled back the stand to balance the bike, jumped off it and made his way up the stairs and around the large fountain, Amia slow to his actions didn’t notice him until he was headed up the stairs, she quickly caught up with him in a rush.
He jogged up the last flight of stairs, Amia tagging behind him, He burst open the doors, flew by the entrance hall and down the left hallway and he stopped at the first door which came into the hallway, Amia nearly bumped into him from his immediate stop.
He then opened the door slowly; as Amia peered into the room she found it to be a large bedroom, a large bedroom placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by a wardrobe which stretched al the way around the room itself, Storm made his way to the start of the wardrobe and search it for what Amia could see in it suits, he pulled out a black fitted suit along with a tie and stunning white shirt, he threw it carefully onto the bed, the suit was wrapped in protective covering and looked untouched and unworn.
He them moved himself to the other side of wardrobes, and peered inside, he turned back to Amia who watched him closely.

“Take your pick.” He said calmly while offering his hand into the wardrobe.
“What is this about?” She questioned.
“We cannot go to the party looking like we do, it’s formal and so we dress formal.”
“Understandable.”
She made her way over to the wardrobe and scanned it, it was full of beautifully made dresses, most in the colour white or black, but she picked one out which was of the colour grey, it almost looked like granite on the dress itself, she pulled it out and swayed at Storm.

“Is this ok?”
“It’s fine.” He replied, “I suppose you want to pick out a suit for Ashley, seeing as he is coming.”
“Oh, no you can, it’s not my business in what a man wears.” She refused.

Storm nodded and then checked his watch on his wrist; it read 3:02pm, he then made his way back over to the open wardrobe where he pulled out his suit, he then searched it and pulled out another one, this time it was a dark blue, he again threw that on the bed on top of the black suit.

“How do you know Healy?” Amia spat out.
“Excuse me?”
“How do you know him?” She repeated her question.
“He used to be my fathers advisor, he eventually made leave of this empire and took control over one of the outer empires army’s, he wants the crystal, he wants my empire basically, unlucky for one of his idiotic lackey’s he is delivering him a fake crystal, that’s most likely what the party is about, taking hold of a worthless decoy crystal.” Storm laughed to himself.
“Is that what it’s about, a crystal?” She replied, stepping closer to him.
“Unfortunately yes, it posses a power which could turn a man stronger than of others, if the crystal knew the holder was able of great things in the future, it would choose it as a new host to project its powers to, which would make Healy have my powers, I would be useless in battle with him if I ever lost the crystal.”
“But that won’t happen will it?” She asked curiously.
“No, because I have it some where he is not able to find it, I only used a decoy to throw him off guard, I know this sounds almost for my benefit, but it’s really for my kingdom’s, I don’t want to loose it.”
“I can tell that in the tone of your voice and your body language.” She giggled.

Amia’s laugh faded into the silence, Storm the reached for the suits and picked them up and handed them to Amia.

“Could you take these please, I’ve just got a couple more things to pick up.” He said breaking the silence.

She took them both from his hand and hung them from her hand along with her dress, all three covered in protective covers and looking brand new, Storm made his way out of the room and Amia shuffled after him, holding the clothes above the floor not letting them drag.

[Misschoco]

this is awesome


Edit:thank youuuuuuuuu cathryn for reconsidering not cutting his hair.it means soooo much to me :'(

[Lifrasthir]

Awesomeness!!!

[Misschoco]

Awesomeness!!!
agreed

and again thanks cathryn for not cutting storms hair

it means soooo much to me :'(

[Cathryn]

Doesnt mean it wont happen later on..... XDDD

[Misschoco]

Doesnt mean it wont happen later on..... XDDD

:'( :'(

[Cathryn]

Storm turned right from the door, heading further into the deep corridor, Amia waddling with a handful of clothes behind him, she noticed how strangely quite in the building, no sound, no noise, just a skin crawling silence which she found irritating and made her shiver, they came to the end of the hallway and took a right into another linking hallway, Storm made his way around the corner but halted to a stop, Amia not noticing his sudden breaks bumped into his back, he took no notice of her, she was curious about his lack of response and peered over his shoulder and saw a man drenched in a black cloak, his hair almost white in colour and his face showed obvious signs of age, Storm turned around and pushed Amia back around the corner, confused about his actions she peered around the corner and watched the two men approach each other and begin conversation.

“Your highness” The man bowed, “we have been searching for you around the building, where have you been?”
“Out”
“But your highness, you know you cannot be seen beyond these walls, do you know what could happen”
“I don’t care what happens anymore, I have some business outside of these walls and I will not ignore it just because my life could be in danger” He spat out.

An awkward silence arose and Amia could feel her skin crawl again because of it, she still kept her eyes watching the two men, mainly Storm, watching his body move in frustration, she could easily tell he was annoyed from his body language, its almost as if she could read his mind.

“What happened to the girl?” The silence broke.
“Does it matter?” Storm snapped back, “Changing the subject won’t change the questions you actually want to ask”
“Your highness, I want to know, what happened to the girl?” He repeated.
“It doesn’t matter” Storm replied turn his head away.
“Your highness” He said sternly.
“She isn’t here!” He shouted.
“Well considering I can see a shadow stretching from around that corner I shall take that as a she is here really, your highness.”

Amia stepped around the corner and stepped next to Storm grinning in the process, Storm grunted off his anger and preceded down the hallway and brushed past the older man in the process, before Amia could follow after him, the man held out his hand.

“Minister Fenis, the king’s advisor” He said calmly while holding out his hand.

Amia rejected his handshake and he pulled back his hand and slipped it back into his pocket, she looked past the man and saw Storm walking off into the distance, she began to walk past Minister Fenis when he grabbed hold of her upper arm and she was pulled back.

“Keep watch of him, very close watch” He hissed into her ear.

His hand released from her arm and she seemed shocked by his actions, but she kept her eyes forward at Storm and she ran after him.

“STORM WAIT UP FOR ME!” She shouted while catching up to his almost small figure in the distance.

But he seemingly took no notice and kept walking, she repeated his name shouting higher as she thought he may have not been able to of heard her the first time, she increasingly caught up to him almost chanting his name.

“STORM ARE YOU DEAF!” She blared from the top of her voice.

He then stopped and turned around, watching Amia run with clothes in hand down the hall, she eventually caught up with him and then took a rest, breathing heavily for air to reach her lungs.

“Are…you deaf?” She gasped regaining her breath.

He stared at her breathing in large amounts of air; she then rose, breathing heavily through her nose making it seem as if she was not exhausted from the short run.
His eyes then diverted to a small switch on the wall, he stepped over to it and pressed down on the button and held it for a few seconds, Amia looked around the hallway, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did, confusion slapped her across the face, without her noticing Storm stepped into the room next to the button to his right, only when the door shut was Amia’s concentration on the hallway was broken, she darted her eyes around the room and found Storm not to be in the hall, she instantly knew that Storm walked through the door next to the button he pressed only moments ago, somehow she could just feel it for some reason, maybe it was just the tuning she had in his mind.
She stepped to the door and opened it and peered around it.

[Misschoco]

*gasps* friggin good story *drools for more*

[Lifrasthir]

Ooh, more! more! Gosh I feel like a crack addict....

[Misschoco]

Gosh I feel like a crack addict....
the only thing is that this story is better then drugs although its becoming like one

gosh Tf i think im addicted too:blink:

[Lifrasthir]

We'll be crack- err...Cathryn's story addicts together!

[Misschoco]

We'll be crack- err...Cathryn's story addicts together!

officially we are now addicts :shifty:

im scared of the withdrawal symptoms though :'(

[Lifrasthir]

Same here....

[Cathryn]

The room seemed almost complete darkness; Amia found it hard to focus her eyes to the black view of the room, no windows and not much light apart from a small wall lamp on the other side of the room but it only shone a dim light which didn’t reach very far until it faded back into the darkness, she squinted her eyes and was able to notice Storm standing in the slightly lighted part of the room, his back was turn from her, she was able to just make out a scar running down and across his back, in a cross form, it stood out well on his back and she wondered how sis didn’t notice it earlier when they where making their way back to his house on the bike, she watched him as he slowly made his way over to the other side of the room where the walls where coated in darkness where she wasn’t able to see what he was doing, moments later he came back with a small bundle of belts? Or straps? She wasn’t sure, but when he slid the straps over his shoulder she knew they where a holster for guns which wrapped around his stomach, easy accessibility for guns when needed, but she pondered after a few seconds on where the guns where, why have a holster when there is no guns?
She leaned in closer to get a better view but as she stretched in the door went with her and it made a slow large creak, Storm darted around quickly and saw Amia’s head hanging through the door, knowing she had been caught she let out a sigh and a smile, hoping she wouldn’t be in any trouble for being caught watching him like a stalker.

“Yes?” He questioned lightly.
“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She stuttered.

She backed from the door but was stopped by his words.

”Come here.” He ordered politely.

She pushed the door back open and walked through and carefully placed the clothes on the floor, she walked up to him, he held out his hand in front of him and a sharp blue light shone for only a second until a hand gun was summoned to his hand, startled Amia took a couple of paces back, he stared intensively at the gun, a small aura of blue light shone from the round which was loaded in the gun through a gap behind the trigger, he then handed the gun over to Amia, almost dropping the gun from its weight and not focusing on what Storm just did she fumbled for it.

“Shoot it at the wall” He said sternly.
“Excuse me?” She said almost choking on her words.
“Shoot it at that wall” He repeated pointing to the wall opposite them.

She didn’t understand why he wanted her to, but she let his words sink in and she held the gun out before her and aimed it at the wall a few meters in front of her, she hesitated to pull the trigger for a few seconds questioning her self why he wanted her to, it kept running over in her mind like a stuck record repeating the same part of a song over and over.
She pulled the trigger.
She felt the force that the gun released push back on her hand, the pressure made her hand twist back, she felt pain sting in her hand and she dropped the gun, as the bullet hit the wall only half a second later the room filled with dust and it felt as if it was violently shaking, but she kept her balance, as the dust began to settle she saw the damage of what the bullet had caused, a hole in the wall stood out like a saw thumb, the hole was obviously larger than the bullet itself its force had blown part of the wall apart and made the air to fill with dust.
She looked next to her and Storm was still stood, his eyes firmly hooked to the damage caused to the wall, he then lent down and wiped small bits of rubble off his gun which laid on the floor and picked it up and placed it into one of the holsters attached to his body.

He stood back up, Amia watching him almost lost for words from the intense damage one bullet had caused.

“That’s what Healy wants, the power I possess” He said under his breath.
“Now I can see why…it’s strong, very…strong” She exhaled.

[Lifrasthir]

YAY! more!

[Cathryn]

Haha u addicts.
*currently sitting in school in business ed*
Meant to be doing some bo squiddle about external factors. Meh. ;)

Thank youu, i printed it off last night and handed it to a friend today so she's going to read it, well only what i've written so far, its something like 20 pages or so, so it's getting there slowly, i also sat in biology and read it before i gave it to her and i noticed a hell of alot of spelling mistakes and grammer, haha i suck at english and literature, but im estimated to get a B :blink:.

I'll post some more tonight if i get round to it, doubt it seeing as ive got textiles coursework to finish!! :nag:

[Lifrasthir]

Woot! Thank yooooo Queen Cathryn! *bows* Lolz....

[Cathryn]

I really took my time with this segment, i wanted to make something there, unknown tension basically.
It took me a while to get this written out even though it seems only small, but trust me, it looks bigger on paper lol. *goes back to textiles coursework*

Amia looked up at Storm, his eyes locked onto the destroyed wall in front of them; he then turned his head to the direction of the darkened corner of the room, he began to step over small bits of rubble and walked past Amia.
When she was able to clearly look at his back as he walked past her, the scars stood out like a thick black pen on a white piece of paper, the scars seemed to be deliberate as they seemed so cleanly straight and precise, the cross was intentional and he was stuck with it, the muscles in his back where prominent, they seemed tense, she could tell he was stressed, he obviously kept his body in better shape than he should, the muscles on his body stood out, they seemed shaped perfectly.
‘that would make Ashley ponder on his body’ she thought to herself, contemplating his body to herself, finding herself slightly attracted to Storm, only by his exterior, she knew his emotions will never be broken, but she was more interested at that point about the scars on his back, she wanted to know what had happened, how it happened, everything.

“What is that on your back?” She asked wittingly acting as if she just noticed.

He turned his head but not his body.

“What?”
“The scars…on your back” She replied.
“Noth…”

But his answer to her only got half way through his mouth until his body began to ache, pain surged in his head, almost feeling as if his head had a bomb ready to implode inside, images in his head flashed before him, his reality had disappeared, he felt noxious as images of cries of mercy and blood was all he could view before him, the images rolled over in his head, constantly repeating, causing him to stumble and lean onto the wall.
His eyes, they began to burn, red hot almost feeling as if they where melting inside of his sockets, he brushed his hand over his eyes, but every time his eyes stung more and the pictures kept playing over and over.

“STOP!”

“Storm?”

“THIS IS BRUTAL!”

“Are you ok?”

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”

He could hear his reality coming back to him, but still repetition of humiliation and pain, suffering and torture. His eyes stung, feeling as if they are burning, he couldn’t see and then he suddenly felt as if he was falling, but slowly, he knew he was going to faint, but when?
The images kept pounding into his head like a never ending record, he could feel as if he was falling, but when would it all finish? When would he just hit the ground and return to his reality.


He hit the floor and burst back into his reality, the real life he was in, he felt hazy and confused, his eyes stung, he squinted his eyes but everything above him was a blur, his eyes couldn’t focus right despite every attempt he tried to re focus his eyes, they just consistently felt as if they where burning and anything around him wasn’t viewable, he then saw a black figure engulf his blurred view, he then felt something grip hold of his shoulders and he was pulled up from laying to sitting.

“Storm, are you ok?” Amia pushed the questions out of her throat.

She held him up by his shoulders but he seemed confused by what was going on around him, his eyes darted everywhere, she knew he wasn’t able to see right, his head kept flopping up and down, he seemingly couldn’t keep in consciousness very well at that point.
He didn’t respond to her calls even though he could hear them but he wasn’t able to reply, he couldn’t heave the words from his chest to speak them, he then closed his eyes and slumped onto the object which was holding him up, Amia, as he leant on her shoulder as she sat down with him she didn’t push him off, but let him rest, she then pulled her arms around him and hugged him but she felt a warm liquid on her fingers as she placed her hands on his back, she then brought her hand back to her and found blood over her finger tips, but she didn’t panic but only placed her arms back around him and embraced him tighter.
As she sat with him she could feel his breath on her neck, it was cold, not warm like a summer’s breeze, but a cold harsh breath every time he exhaled, it made her neck shiver, but she tried to ignore it, she felt him shuffle a few times on her shoulder and he took a few deep breaths and exhaled them with a small force which made her skin crawl, making it almost by that time, frozen.

[Lifrasthir]

Eep! Write more Cathryn! Write!

[Cathryn]

I give up for now! lol
I've got textiles to do and i can't find any words to sum this up, WRITERS BLOCK!!! :nag:

She then decided to take him off her shoulder and rest him on the floor, she did so and made her way up to her feet, she looked back down at Storm who laid on the floor sound asleep, she then walked over to the clothes she previously left on the floor and pulled them all from under rested dust and shook the excess off the covers, she the pulled one of the clothes from the three, it was her dress, she then placed the two remaining suits onto the floor and held her dress up in front of her, staring and contemplating the stunning grey dress, she then unzipped the cover and pulled it off from around the dress and threw the cover to the ground, she then checked her watch on her wrist, it read 6:01pm, she then decided to get ready for the party.
She rested the dress on top of the covered suits and began to peal off her clothes, she then remembered about Storm and checked on him, he was still asleep, as she finished taking her trousers from her body she un holstered the two guns which where on the sides of her trousers and slipped them into holsters she already had attached to her upper thighs.

“Always come prepared” She sighed to herself.

She threw the pile of clothes she gripped in her hand into the corner of the room and proceeded to pick up the dress, she took of the hanger it hung on, undone the zip on the back of the dress and slipped it over her until it fell comfortably onto her body, she reached behind her and done the zip on the back of the dress again and made sure the guns where not visible or stuck out under her dress, they didn’t, her eyes then darted around the room looking for a mirror, but there was none, she then looked down and found her shoes still on, she wore chunky working boots so she slipped them from her feet and also took off her socks and left them sprawled over the floor.
After a while thinking on where to go she began to make her way out of the room jumping over small piles of rubble and trying not to catch her feet on anything astray, she jumped out into the hallway and looked to her left and saw she wasn’t going to be able to walk across the large pile of rubble and dust which had congregated there so she went into the room opposite her. She twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, it made a slight creek sound but ignored It, she had found a large bedroom, almost identical to the one herself and Storm had entered earlier, accept it was missing a bed and another room seemed to be attached to the room she was currently in, it was what she thought of as a dressing room, closets took over nearly all off the left side of the room apart from the gap needed for the door to the other room and on the right side was a mirror which stretched over the whole wall itself, it was a lighter room but still kept with the strong dark theme of the building itself.

[Misschoco]

friggin wow ^

me and TF need to feed our addiction lol

[Lifrasthir]

I agree Miss Choco...Write Cathryn! Or go find new ideas!

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

I'm over here reading the story and it's great!
.... I think I'm becoming another of your story addicts, Cathryn ^^
...WRIIIITE!

[Lifrasthir]

Yay! Ya hear that Cathryn! Now we have three addicts!

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

Go the three musketeers! lol

[Omni-Cloud]

*refuses to call self an addict* XDD

I can't wait for more Cathryn~ ^_^ You're doing a great job.

[Lifrasthir]

Why not OC? Join us!!!

[Omni-Cloud]

Because I enjoy being stubborn :D

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

Yeah! Then we can be the four....
*thinks*
Four....
...Rubber Duckies ^_^

[Omni-Cloud]

Rubber....duckies

Oh god... now that sesame street song is stuck in my head.

* Rubber ducky you're the one!~
You make bath time lots of fun!~*

>__________<

XD

[Lifrasthir]

I used to love that song!

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

Better than Barney!
"I love you... you love me..."
O.O
Oh god, the nightmares are coming back....

[Omni-Cloud]

UGH!

NOW THAT SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD!!!

*kills self*


Where is Cathryn!?!? Sleeping!? How dare she! XD

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

RUN FROM THE SATIN PURPLE DINOSAUR!!!! lol
....Sleepin'? NO! We. Must. Have. More. Of. That. Addicting. Story.
...Or, I shall bury myself *points to the shovel*

[Misschoco]

i think im suffering withdrawal symptoms if i dont feed my addiction :'( i need more story to stop that or i'll shoot myself

i cant wait for more

[Cathryn]

Well SORRY If my english sleeping pattern affects your story ridden addictions"!
XDDD

Oh god.... i woke up at what? 1pm LOL! Im currently having a hangover so dont blame me for why i woke up late XDD

[Misschoco]

oh god its the withdrawal symptoms :'( their coming to get me

[Cathryn]

Oh well, i write a tid bit tonight, really cant be assed today i've been busy the whole time =[

[Misschoco]

thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[Lifrasthir]

I share my enthusiasm with Miss Choco.

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

Yay! *shouts louder than necessary*

[Misschoco]

Yay! *shouts louder than necessary*
*blows trumpet when story arrives*

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

Me need the story!!! X_x
*drowns herself in her teacup*

[Cathryn]

Meh. Ill post some tomorrow, im currently sorting out my printer/scanner.
*jumps around*
Got my birthday present early so im happy :D.

Sorry about the story though, i haven't had time today as i've been out most of the time or watching Sister Act 1 and 2 LOL.
But i'll make sure i do some tomorro.
*cross my heart and hope to die*

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

*starts swimming in the teacup*

[Misschoco]

*joins fearless by drowning self too*

i cant wait for more story cathryn :'( its too good

[XxFeaRLeSsxX]

*someone puts a spoon in the teacup and starts stirring it*
@_@ Whoa...whoa...whoa...whoa.... *dizzy*

[Cathryn]

She took light steps inside and looked around and gazed at her surroundings, the room seemed almost tranquil compared to the rest of the building, at that moment in time, she felt peace, she then made her way over to the wardrobes plastered to the left side of the room, she opened up each door on it one by one, each one filled with a large array of clothes and shoes stacked above and below where the clothes hung on shelves, she scanned the shelved shoes and found a grey pair of heels which had small thin straps which where meant to wrap around the ankle. She reached down and picked them up from the shelf and dropped them onto the floor, she casually slipped her feet into the shoes and bent back down to weave the straps around her ankle.
She stood back up and turned around, staring at herself in the wall mirror, she wasn’t sure on what she saw, but just with the change of clothes she seemed a different person, she felt a different person.
She walked closer to the mirror examining herself closer, focusing on the dress, and she almost came to complimenting herself, which she has never done, but that dress made her look more than a girl in a scruffy uniform, it made her look like a beautiful woman, as she came within a meter of the mirror she stopped and took a look at her face, despite the small bruise she had on the side of her face and her aching stomach she felt beautiful, she proceeded and brushed her hair back into a bunch and let her fringe and strands of her hair let loose from the bundle, shaping her face, she then pulled the hair band which was already around her wrist and tied it tightly around her hair to secure its position and then slumped her hands back to her side.

Without warning she could hear the moving of rubble from outside the room, her head spun around and she quickly made her way out into the hallway, noticing Storm shuffling around on the ground still dazed from his memories, he sat trying to pull himself off from the ground but he couldn’t seem to have the strength to force himself up, Amia strode over to him, grabbed hold of his upper thighs and tried to push him against the wall, he squinted his eyes, looking around, he could see a much clearer image than before but it was still blurred and out of focus.
Amia struggled to push him towards the wall so his back had support but eventually she did, Storm sat there dazed and confused, panting like a dog, seemingly given up on recovering, and he closed his eyes, unknown to him Amia had stepped into the destroyed room and picked up one of the suits which laid on the ground, she unzipped the case, pulled it off and threw it to one side, then she made her way back over to Storm and crouched down beside him and laid the suit next to her. Once her hand made contact with his arm he flinched in shock but didn’t take any action to it, she then pulled the white shirt from under the blazer of the suit and pulled Storm forward, leaning his weight onto her shoulder, she brought the shirt around his bloody back but had already forgotten about the blood which was oozing out of his scars, then she tucked his arms into the sleeves and carefully leaned him back against the wall, taking care she done up the buttons at the front and once she finished the last button, she stroked them, almost seeing it as a work of art.
She then proceeded with the tie and blazer which was done quickly, but she found the position she was in with his trousers tricky, not that she thought being in this position before but crouching over a man in heels trying to take off his trousers was an embarrassing experience, even if nobody was around and he was practically asleep against the hallways wall.

She shuffled the trousers up his legs and locked his belt in place, she finally sighed in relief and slumped against the wall opposite him, having to squeeze her tucked in legs between his, wiping her brow she realised the time, she jumped towards Storm almost clashing heads with him and brought up his hand and stared at his watch.
7:43pm
She panicked and made a mad rush to awake Storm, she slapped his cheeks gently to coax him out of his slumber, he eventually woke up and saw Amia inches from his face staring into his eyes, he jumped which made Amia fall back in shock, Storm rubbed his sore head and sighed out a breath of stress, he was now able to see clearly but his balance still felt off as he got up, he wobbled on the spot and began to slowly walk down the corridor, Amia quickly got up and jogged after him.

“Are you ok?” She asked worryingly.
“I’m fine” He exhaled.

After a few steps he then turned into a room, as Amia followed him in, she noticed it was a bathroom.
Storm stumbled over to the sink and began to run the cold water tap, he cupped his hand and held it under the running water, he let his hand fill with the cold water, then moments later he leaned his head over the sink, brought his hands over his head, and dropped the water over his head, letting it soak his entire head. Bringing his head back up he brushed all his wet hair forward, making his hair style look completely different to what it was originally, Amia watched him as he aligned his hair and shuffled it all into its place, when she saw his new reflection in the mirror, he looked like a completely different person, she was almost gob smacked by how a hair style could change a persons appearance, it was almost unbelievable.

[Lifrasthir]

YAY!!!!! Woot! Go Cathryn!.........
































I want more :'(

[Cathryn]

Lol, i started more, but i gotta go to the doctors in like 5 minutes :'(
So ill post more ASAP! XDD

[Cathryn]

Storm then turned around and wiped the dripping water off his face with the back of his hand and sighed heavily, he proceeded and walked out and quickly took hold of Amia’s hand and pulled her out into the corridor and almost dragged her down it as she found herself being pulled along by him, she regained her step and caught up beside him clutching her hand tightly.
They weaved through a few more corridors until Storm flew through a door which came out into his garage, his chauffer instantly acknowledged him with a nod of the head and as Storm and Amia walked past his chauffer stood up and directed him to a Black Mercedes Bends, despite a few dirt flicks on the side of the car it was in perfect condition. His chauffer opened the back door for Storm and Amia, Storm almost literally threw Amia into the car first, forcefully placing her inside the car, he then walked in himself and sat on an opposite seat to her, then instantly looking out of his window and seemingly staring at nothing, but digging into his thoughts.
Amia sat and watched him intensely, but moments later the chauffer entered the front of the car and started the engine which broke her concentration.

“Where to sir?” The man asked calmly.
“The inner city” Storm