Story Time.

[Cathryn]

Ok im on the verge of writing this story. I even have a cover i sat and drew last night! >_<

http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5373/img011hb2.jpg
DOY! Cover, ignore my badly patterned bed sheets. :lol:

Heres what ive written so far, and i definatly intend to write a hell of alot more. i only started this last night after a scribbled down a few ideas so i knew what the hell i was writing.
But ill definatly post more if anybody is interested.

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Chapter 1: Steady
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Apologies are just words.
They mean nothing less than the mouth they are spoken from.
Nothing.

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“It was an accident I swear to god, please, im sor-.” The pleading mans voice was cut short.

Stumbling out of spot where he stood in front of his former lover, he clenched onto his jaw, increasingly leaning, crouching, towards the ground, letting blood droplets fall to the ground beneath him. He groaned his pain as he almost was curled up on the cold concrete ground he once stood on begging forgiveness from his childhood sweetheart.

“Apologies are just words,” she said harshly, “Even you know that.”

She turned around from where she stood. Where she once stood with fist drew, to take her small revenge on her ex lover only to make her way to a black Mercedes Bends, at least 30 metres from the incident, slowly walking in front of the car, headlights beaming in front of her. As she reached the front of the car, she made her way towards the driver’s seat and stared blindly into the eyes behind the heavily tinted window. The electric window slowly slid down, until it had decreased and there was full view of the man behind the window.

“Hello storm,” she said softly, “seems you can’t help to ruin my moments.”

“I don’t intend to ruin them…I intend to make them even sweeter.”

She stepped back to allow him to open his car door, out strode a man, almost a shadow of darkness, his clothes all consisted of the same colour, a long black coat reaching his knee’s covered his clothes that covered him under it, also black. His skin, pale, almost a heavenly white, yet it somehow suited him, his face, almost shaped perfectly like a mannequin, his hair, unusually different from the average man, straight hair which pulls down either side of his face as long as his chin, yet the rest of his hair is pulled backwards from just before the ear. In the darkness it was hard to tell what colour his hair was, but as he strode towards the man wriggling on the cold, deserted road, walking under dimly lit street lamp, it was easy to tell that the small reflections of light that shone off his hair, was a dark deep blue.

[Lifrasthir]

*claps* Wonderful!

[Cathryn]

EEP! Thankyou. :D

[Lifrasthir]

EEP! Thankyou. :D

:D You're welcome! I hope you post alot more!

[Cathryn]

Aha, i will!
Ahhh just relised i made a few mistakes!! MUST CORRECT THEM!!! >_<
lol.

[Lifrasthir]

Aha, i will!
Ahhh just realised i made a few mistakes!! MUST CORRECT THEM!!! >_<
lol.

Lol. Well your story's definately caught my attention.:nod:

[Kitmitsu]

Nice story :P can't wait to see more. I'll move this to Design section as it probably belongs there.

[Momo]

Yes write more, clif hangers seem a nesscary toutrure lol. XD

[Cathryn]

Muwhaha, just finished writing this part, i was sat here this morning pondering on how to continue this, so i sat there and listened to LoveStoned/I Think She Knows Interlude - Justin Timberlake, DOY! Instant ideas, i checked a bit of my spelling, grammer etc... just so the tenses wern't messed up.
Please let me know if there are any mistakes.
Oo! Also enjoy.




“So you’re the man who thinks its fun to break a woman’s heart,” Storm said lightly, “I thought you’re mother would have taught you to not underestimate a woman of power, just like the woman stood behind me”

“But it looks like ill have to teach you that lesson myself,” replying to the silence of the man, storm tugged on his gloves and continued, “Get up.”

“You want Maria’s forgiveness, then stand like a man and fight me.”

The man crouched on the floor brought his head up to glance at the man who stood before him, in silence he accepted his challenge by a small nod of the head and slowly he brought himself to his legs and clenched his fists, ready to fight for forgiveness for a woman he thought he knew. Storm stood calmly almost waiting for the man facing him to strike him first, and he did, taking two paces towards Storm the man flung his fist towards him, in almost an instant, Storm’s eye’s glowed a strong red and without knowing, the man ended up stumbling into the air and nearly falling towards the ground.

“What th-,” the man questioned.

“It’s great isn’t it, teleportation,” Storm jokingly said stepping behind the man, “It’s a good job I ended up in an ancient line of kings which has the ability to gain power of a crystal, yet the is one downside, I have to protect it.”

“More of a mutation if you ask me” the man stammered.

“Oh no, far from it, you see, I was born into a kingdom which is protected by a crystal, this crystal chose a man to be able to posses its powers in order to protect the crystal itself, his kingdom and himself from harm, soon many people understood this man as their ultimate protector and assigned him ruler of the kingdom, only as long as he could protect the kingdom from harm, I am 67th to the throne, his heir, my fathers heir, the protector of my kingdom, that is why im able to have small powers such as teleportation, I posses more powers more than a feeble man as your self.”

“If your interested, im also able to do this,” Storm held out his right arm and hand and conjured a large sword where he stood, brought both hands to the handle and plunged the sword into the man in front of him, Storm merely smiling at the thought of death, slowly brought the sword out of the mans back and watched him fall to the ground.
Maria, watching inventively, not even flinching when she saw a man of darkness, forcefully plunge a sword into a man she once loved back, a rush of adrenalin made her see things in a more slower form, watching him fall to the ground, gasping for air, a gaping hole on his back where a sword was once placed, she could see his lips moving, almost saying ‘I love you’ but she turned her head away, not wanting to watch any more violence or death.
Storm slowly brought the sword back to his right hand and walked over the dead corpse which laid beneath him and made his way to Maria.

“I only did what you wanted,” he said staring at her, still with her head turned, “You know I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t want it done.” He stroked his hand on the side of her face, a tear letting loose from her face.
She turned her head towards him, staring directly into his still crimson eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. Grabbing onto Storms waist, hugging him, almost in embrace, shocked Storm firstly didn’t know what to do, so he stood while she cried away her feelings onto his shoulder, then slowly placed his hands on her shoulder and pulled her back slightly, staring into her streaming eyes and saying.

“Trust me,” in an almost pleading voice, “Please…trust me.”

He placed his hand under her chin and brought her lips to his, almost hesitating for a moment, trying to realize if what he was doing was right, he softly kissed her lips, yet she did not stop what would have been a short moment of love, but she returned his kiss and her tears began to fade.

[Cathryn]

Next part. Chapter 1 is far from over.
More action is ensured.
Enjoy.
Feedback is encouraged, also anything i could possibily i could impliment into the story?


“And I thought you where emotionless.” she giggled almost as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

“Here have this.” He offered her a tissue.

“You carry tissues around with you?” She asked with a confused face.

“No, I just assumed I might need them considering the last time you where around me you cried.”

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“How could you.” Maria said in disbelief.

“I did it because I was hired to.”

“Hired? Don’t you give a damn about my feelings?” She bellowed.

“Im not paid to consider the feelings of others, I was paid to kill, I thought you already knew that Maria, considering the fact that you knew it was inevitable he was going to die sooner nor later.”

“But, he didn’t do anything.”

“I beg to differ miss Keiton, your brother betrayed one of my alliances armies and conspired the destruction of mine and many others empires, I was hired by my own council to make sure that would never happen, that’s what I do, I protect my empire and if needed, others.”

Maria ran directly towards the man who had just slain her brother straight into him, embracing him yet trying to inflict pain onto him, leaning her head on his shoulder tears streaming down her face, yet punching his other shoulder with her fist, not creating much pain towards the man she was almost embracing in a violent rage.

“How…could…you…Storm.” Maria whispered.

“I…” He stuttered.

For the first time, Storm had never questioned death of another, now he questioned it greatly, with a woman tightly embracing him with anger and hatred.

“I had to…it was my job.” He said placing his arms around her, hugging her tightly, Maria still lightly punching his shoulder lightly with little force, yet knowing it was a lost cause, tears still streaming down her face. Storm embraced her even tighter, hoping comfort could ease her pain.

“Maria…” Storm continued.

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“Maria?” Storm asked inquisitively.

“Sorry,” she said in a daze, “I was just thinking of something.”

“Oh, well next time we meet, could you try and refrain from crying by any chance?”

“I think ill be alright from now on.” She giggled.

“Wait.” Storm said sharply.

Both standing in the silence of never ending darkness, Storm staring towards the opening of the road nearly 30ft ahead of them strode nearly 40 soldiers, slowly lingering around the edge of the road, walking at normal pace closer towards the couple and the dead corpse.
Staring directly at the soldiers Maria could make out that they where not from the army of Storms kingdom, almost in a fright she pulled onto Storms coat, knowing chaos was to ensue.

“There not from your kingdom are they?” Maria taunted in a sarcastic tone.

“We need to get back to the car, in 3 ok.” Storm instructed.

“Yes.”

“Ok then… 3!” He shouted.

Storm suddenly started to speed towards his car, pulling Maria with a strong force by her wrist behind him, almost dragging her along the ground, they rushed towards the car, Storm opened the cars driver door and placed Maria inside.

“You drive.” He said panting.

“What!” She screamed.

Storm made it into the passenger’s side, having to switch his sword to his left hand and placing it outside the window in order to be able to sit in the car. Both knowing already the soldiers had started charging towards them as soon as they left the ground towards the car, both of them stared through the front window and saw a road filled army charge towards them.

“DRIVE!” he ordered.

Maria complied, the engine started and tyres screeched as they sped off towards the awaiting soldiers running towards them, Storm leant out of his window with his swords tip dragging along the ground, generating sparks behind the sword, knowing he was ready for battle. She accelerated more deeply increasing speed, as the reached the soldiers the car immediately bashed into the pacing soldiers in front of the car, soldiers being flung by the sheer speed of the car or repelling off the bonnet, Storm began to cut and slash and near opponents, trying to avoid soldiers flying at him as they sped through the giant mass of soldiers, One soldier repelled of the front window, causing it to crack, breaking the concentration of Maria’s fast driving, making her swerve into a bigger mass of soldiers awaiting to fight.
Almost after an eternity of trying to break free of the carnage, both made it intact to the roads bend, Maria sped off around the corner with Storm still hanging out of the passenger’s window, leaving many soldiers to perish along with Maria’s old lover.

[Lifrasthir]

Oh wow. Very interesting...:D I love it!

[Cathryn]

Thank yooo :D

[Lifrasthir]

Thank yooo :D

No sweat!

[Cathryn]

Ahh, ive decided to start again.
The emotions of the story where messed up, it didnt feel right.
It definatly would be better if the emotions grew through the story than them being throw all at once, i read through it a few times and realized it just didnt feel right, the feelings where just.. BLEH!

If anybody wants to continue from whee i left off from that story then they are free to.
But i shall be starting anew! :D With a much darker , deeper.... :shifty: evil story, even though nobody cares xD, i shall still be writing a story regardless WOO!

[Misschoco]

wow i loved your story! im hoping for more soon :D

[Cathryn]

Ahhh, im not going to continue writing onwards from the one i posted, as i said i found the emotions mixed to much into one, making the moods feel unbalanced so im going to start anew with a different consept.

If anybody has any ideas that i could impliment into my new story please let me know so i could place them in somehow.

[Lifrasthir]

Ahhh, im not going to continue writing onwards from the one i posted, as i said i found the emotions mixed to much into one, making the moods feel unbalanced so im going to start anew with a different consept.

If anybody has any ideas that i could impliment into my new story please let me know so i could place them in somehow.

:'( But...it was so good!

[Cathryn]

Ayee, im sorry. :(
You can continue it on your own if you want or i will continue it if i have any time to do so if im not working on the new one. Ayee speaking of the new one, heres the start, i thought alot morewith this one, it will have a larger in depth story and a set emotion, mainly emotionless, violence etc.. i will impliment a love connection in there, i know how its going to work now, ive got the story set in my mind and it will hopefully work out better, ok the start will take a while to get into, but this bit ive posted is only about 1/2 way there until the story really progresses.
Enjoy. :P


A young man, not over the age of 15, clenching a handle of a sword pointing towards a man he barely knew for more than 12 hours.

“Im sorry,” the young man said remorsefully.

He drove the dagger into the mans neck, blood pouring out of the neck and some hitting the boy, making him flinch as he watched what act he had taken upon the defenceless man.

“Seems im meant to be violent after all,” the young man mumbled to himself.

He strode over corpses, mumbling, almost scatter brained in thought of what he just endured, stepping closer towards a door, faintly making out a exit sign imprinted on the door, stepping closer he found it harder to breath, his eyes blurring his vision making him stumble, feeling his head pounding he tried to reach for the nearest object to grasp onto, but to his avail, he fell into only open air, and onto the floor, his head the first to collide with the concrete floor beneath him, causing him to fall into a deep slumber.

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The men watching behind the screen could hardly believe their eyes, watching a boy, nearly the age of 15, being able to destroy 20 men within his site with only one feeble sword for protection, the sheer force of the boys capable powers almost shocked the men into disbelief that these events where happening. Focusing on the young mans physical and magical powers, studying his every move and tactic. A new face appeared from a closed door where the men stood, all stared to the man peering his head around the door, then walking past all of the 6 men and staring straight into the massacre in front of him.

“So,” the man said openly, “how is project S doing?”

One of the men confronted him.

“It is going well sir, we have studied the specimen and found that with a large exposure towards the crystals rays, and also being injected with some of the crystals particles has resulted in some, unexpected reactions.”
“Unexpected?” the man questioned.

“We tested to see if his strength has in anyway changed, so we placed him up against foes he normally wouldn’t be able to fend himself against, and as you see before you, he has slain them all.”

“Interesting…” the man lightly said while scratching his chin.

“Sir,” the man interrupted again, “something even more that should be questioned is, that this specimen shouldn’t have even survived being exposed to that much crystal rays, let alone being injected with crystal particles, the specimen should have died instantly.”

“Keep an eye on this one.” The man sighed, and slowly made his way out of the room and the men resumed to their studies.

“Remarkable.” One of the men said, letting the word slip from his mind.

All men focusing in on the young boy, subjected to violence and death, all glaring at him, take his steps towards the exit door which would lead into another chamber, watching the young boys feet, slowly decrease in length, his footsteps, stepping closer towards his destination, the boy’s hand let the sword slip from his fingers, along with him, crashing towards the ground beneath him.

“Project S!” all men shouted in unison.

All running out of the door and calling medical aid to retrieve the boy that was sprawled on the blood filled concrete floor. Medical aid entered the chamber and picked up the body of the unconscious boy and took away to a private lab for analysis and aid.

“It’s been 4 years since Project S was conducted as a real study, the specimen suffered trauma to his skull which caused his brain to shutdown to be able heal, also known as a coma.”

________________________________________”You’ve been in a coma for 4 years, you suffered trauma to your skull and your brain only did the correct thing and shut it’s self down completely in order for it to heal.” The man lingering over a hospital bed explained.

“But,” the man sitting in the hospital bed hesitated, “but, how did this happen?”

“You where in a car accident, you where brought in unconscious and we later found out you where in a coma.”
“I don’t remember a car accident,” the man said curiously.

“You most likely won’t, memory loss is one of the many symptoms of being in a coma, many patients don’t usually remember what happened before they ended up in a coma, it is usual in most people.”

“The best thing to do is try and remember, it will hopefully come back.” The doctor reassured the confused man and strode out of the room.

He sat their trying to recollect his previous thoughts before he ended up in a hospital bed, but all he got where the same images, blood and gore, the death of men, making his skin crawl, nearly wanting to vomit of the pictures that kept flashing in his mind, panicking in desperation, climbing out of bed was the only answer, he tried to move his legs but he couldn’t, panicking he tried to pull himself out of his bed, with his almost usable arms, grabbing onto the side table next to him, he pulled himself out of the bed, but only to fall to the floor beneath him, his attention was then brought to voices he could hear outside of his closed door, quickly he scrambled under the bed, hoping to not cause any attention to when the two figures walk in, and they did so, turning their attention to the empty bed instead of each other, they stood still in shock.

“He’s escaped,” one of the men cursed, “you, you go find him, he can’t be far.”

The second man complied with a nod and walked out of the room.

“Damn…he can’t be left on his own, he’s too dangerous, he needs to be placed somewhere where his powers can be used for the greater good somehow, but where.” the man exclaimed.

He continued, leaning both hands on the bedside table, staring at the floor.

“He needs to know his potential, yet not let it slip further than the organization.”

The man lying under the bed, listened to every breath the man said, taking every note of each word he said.

“My… potential?” he questioned out loud.

Only to be responded by a hand grabbing him from under the bed and dragging him out from under the safety of the bed and being slug onto it.

“Found you.” The man cackled, “It’s time to come home project S.”

“What?” the young man questioned.

Before he could react the man had already jabbed a needle inside his arm and he fell into another uncalled slumber.

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“We have retrieved Project S sir.”

“Good, leave him on that bed over there.” The man replied, pointing his finger to a bed to his left.

The men placed the man onto the bed and stood back to await further instruction. The man stood from his chair and strode from his seat with a needle in his hand, filled with a small amount of fluid.

“Time to wake up my boy…” the man said softly as he made his way towards the bed.

As he reached the side of the bed, he instantly injected the fluid into the sleeping man. The man stood back and waited patiently for a couple of minutes until the sleeping man awoke in daze.

“Nice to see you decided to wake up.” The man chuckled.

“Who the hell are you?” The young man asked fiercely, despite the fact he was still semi conscious.

“I see your anger is strong, good, as for me, I am Dr. P. Chalmers, and you my good specimen, are my project that I have been working 19 years solemnly on.”

“Im no specimen, and im not your project, who the hell do you think you are.” the man barked, trying to restrain himself from wanting to kill the man standing in front of him.

“Calm down, we don’t want an violence, but I think I am the man who brought you to what you are today, a spec- I mean man which can do great things for a certain world, if you grow your anger and strength, you can become the leader of a empire that will worship you…only as long as you comply with our wants.” Dr. P. Chalmers said calmly, trying to sound reasonable.

“What wants?” sounding curious.

“You help us take control of this nation my very unfit boy… firstly, we need to train you, make sure you are physically strong enough, your empire wouldn’t want a weak king now would they?”

“Wait… what if I don’t comply with your, needs?”

[Lifrasthir]

Ooh! This was awesome! Nice way to pull some of the known facts into the story! ^_^ Keep going!

[Cathryn]

OMG! Somebody tell me im a dooshbag seriously, my ideas change about every 5 seconds and i end up unhappy with something until i feel comfortable with it... damn just like my english coursework all over again! :nag:

Ok the point im getting at is... i change the story again, YES I KNOW! Im a complete twallop, but seriously, this is 10 times better than the smelly rubbish i posted before, and this time i am physically happy with this and, HELL YEA im so continuing with this one, YARR.

I know... im a doosh! :D

Enjoy and comment please, i demand your lovely feedback.
Ok yes... i myself am involved in the story... but i couldnt think of any interesting names because im again... and complete DOOSH, so you could re name me to some other name or w/e... like Tabbatha (aha, girl in my school, i call her tabby) but not my fault i implimented myself in this! ITS ALL MY MINDS FAULT! so blame the squishy thing inside my skull.

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Chapter 1: Awake
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“Are you ok?”

“Im fine thank you… what is your name?”

“Dr. C. Clarke, yourself.”

“I do not have a name.”

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Dr. N. Chalmers
Project S - Report 1

Project S, a 19 year long experiment consisting of high exposure to a unique crystal, a consistence of 10 specimens which where placed into this experiment only 6 years ago, out of 10 test subjects, only 2 have survived, the exposure has caused un-called for deaths in 8 of the specimens and even in some of my personal staff which have been closely monitoring the specimens in their cryogenic tubes.

I fear this experiment has gone on to long, some reactions of the remaining specimens have been strangely terrifying, I fear they could possibly cause more damage than how they appear, they must be destroyed with immediate affect, I will need assistance, but the organization will prohibit the specimens from being neutralized and will remove me from the project if I even utter a word to anybody, yet, I need somebody I can trust to help me dispose of the specimen without notice.

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“You don’t have a name…” She asked puzzled.

“Not that I know of, no.”

“Here let me fetch you a towel.” She sighed trying to avert her eyes from the wet naked man standing in front of her.

“What is your first name?” the man questioned taking a step forward in curiosity as she rummaged through the supply closet in search for towel big enough to fit around his waist.

“It’s Cathryn” she replied.

“Cathryn… may I ask you a question.”

“Yes.” She said as she continued her search for a towel.

“Where am I?” he asked in a troubled tone.

“Excuse me…” she said as she turned around, finding herself only inches from the man.

“Tell me.” he asked impatiently.

The automatic doors opened, both stared towards the door, fixated on who was behind it. Dr. N. Chalmers stepped through the door, looked upon what he saw and ended up stood to a halt and waited for the automatic doors to lock.
He started stepped forward, pacing fast.

“What do you to think you are doing with him.” He said as he took hold of her arm and pulled her aside.

“I…I-” she stuttered.

“I thought I could trust you with getting them out of here, not physically waking one of them to a conscious state,” He continued, “do you realise what this could do?”

“But…I” she stopped again.

“But what!” he demanded.

“You know I couldn’t do it to somebody that I knew!” She shouted.

“It isn’t a question of who it is or whether you know them, it’s about getting these 2 test subjects destroyed or isolated from the organisation.” Dr. N. Chalmers remarked.

“Test subject?” the man questioned.

“Project S, don’t move or I will destroy you.” The doctor threatened by pulling a hand gun from his white lab coat and pointed it directly at the man.

“Project S… that’s my name?” He asked.

“No, that’s not your name…” Cathryn interrupted, stepping in front of the Doctors aim.

“Don’t make me have to shoot you to Miss Clarke, you know I would and wouldn’t hesitate to do so in order to get rid of this project.”

“He is not a project, he is a empires heir that was kidnapped because of his inheritance.” She blurted out.

“What?” the man behind Cathryn said in disbelief.

She turned around to face him while Dr. N. Chalmers still stood with his hand held out with his finger on the guns trigger.

“You have to trust me, even though you don’t remember, you have to trust me...ye-” her words where cut short by a gun shot which heavily hit her shoulder causing her to be thrown into the arms of a man who didn’t understand what was going on.

“Don’t underestimate me Miss Clarke, I warned you before hand I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you, I have to be prepared for unexpected turns such as these.” Dr. Chalmers continued, “Your next Storm.”

“Storm…” the man said in shock.

A flush of memories suddenly started to flow back into his brainwashed mind, causing excruciating pain to his head, almost overloading with to much information like a computer, feeling like his head is going to explode, he crouched clutching his head from the pain it was causing. The memories started to decrease in size and speeds, watching every single memory in his mind pass him, reminiscing on each picture of a memory in his mind in the matter of seconds. Dr. Chalmers backed-off, assuming he was having a reaction to the crystals that where fed to him during his 6 year long test.

The memories ceased, planting themselves firmly inside of his brain, the man stood up, while releasing his hands from the sides of his head, staring straight into the man that held him captive for so long, trying to figure out his purpose for this project.

“I was going to destroy you a more humane way, but I figured this would be, more entertaining towards me, hey, I even questioned about not destroying you a few moments ago… but things change.” Dr. N. Chalmers smirked.

“Why where you placed on Project S?” He blurted, yet didn’t hesitate his answer.

“Heh, you really wan’t to know? Fine, since you are doomed to a naked death I might as well tell you.” He paused, “I was assigned to this project to retrieve the prince that lived in the empire of Darkness, Diare. Only to be tested against a crystal which was obtained from the inner city itself, to see what reactions it has towards the royal family of Diare which are the chosen protectors of the empire itself and the crystal, but it seems your family didn’t do a very good job in protecting the crystal, or you, and against an average person, so we set up a group of 10 specimens to see the reactions of the crystal towards each certain individual, ironically, you only reacted towards the crystal to be almost befriended to it, but the rest perished by the crystals powers, apart from one other man which seemed to absorb its energy, but he has been destroyed by Dr. Clarke and is not a matter of concern… but you are.” The Doctor explained.

“My name is Storm, yes?” the man asked.

“Yes.” The doctor replied, still gun pointing towards Storm.

“Myself and the crystal are connected, giving me more powers than the mere protection you hold out in front of yourself.” He said, “I have more power than you are aware of doctor.”

“I would love to see that but I have an objective I need to attend to,” he turned around, his back facing Storm, lowering his gun to his side, “but I could accept your hidden challenge and complete my objective on one, how does that sound, your highness.” He mocked.

“Sounds like a date.” Storm replied.

The doctor spun around and quickly shot in the mans direction, only to find Storm actually spun around himself and brought weapons to his hands out of thin air, recoiling the bullet which would have hit him in the chest off his sword and into the direction of the doctor, which struck him in his thigh.
His leg buckled causing him to fall to the ground in agony.

“How did you get those weapons and clothing.” The doctor screamed in pain, rolling around, clenching his thigh.

“My inheritance.” Storm replied.

Ignoring the doctor, Storm looked around the room, only to find an unconscious woman, with her loose grip around her shoulder, lying on the floor, still.

“Cathryn…” he said lightly, staring down at her laying on almost peacefully on the white tiled floor, yet some blood surrounded her left shoulder.

He leant down to pick her up, with only one hand while he held his weapon his weapon tightly gripped in his other, almost trying to hold her like a child, pressing her against his chest in order to keep her in his tensing arm, Storm ignored the doctors pleading words as he strode passed him, the doctor fixated on his clothes while staring up at him, a black, slightly baggy v neck t-shirt with the large collar surrounding his neck folded upwards, almost making him look rebellious, three-quarter length trousers, also slightly baggy, yet a black cloth was withheld around his waist by his belt, levelling with the back of his knee’s almost reaching around the front of his waist, large black boots to accommodate his feet comfortably, almost covering the rest of his legs in height, the doctor couldn’t help notice the simple things as well, Storm wore small black gloves, which fitted perfectly around his hands, as he strode past with sword and woman in his hands, the doctor knew chaos was to ensue.

[Lifrasthir]

Lol Cathryn. You are so a dooshbag! No I'm just kidding! I like it!

[Cathryn]

Ahaa, im surprized nobody has gotten sick over the whole
1st story - NOOOOOOooOooOoO. :blink:
2nd story - Ayeee DOESN'T MAKE SENSEEEEEE :'(
3rd story - LETS GO FOR THE TRIOLOGY OF UN FINISHED STORYS WOOOOoOo

Oh wait... 3rd has stuck. GO ME! Ultimate dooshbag eva :P

[Lifrasthir]

Go Cathryn!

[Cathryn]

:ohmy:
IM MISSING DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES!

I MUST GOOOOOOOOOOO. :'(

[Lifrasthir]

Flee Cathryn! Go Watch Desperate Housewives Like There's No Tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Cathryn]

Yea... bout this.... i got lazy, well actually no thats a lie, its all my maths teacher's fault, so blame him, he gave me coursework that ive been sitting here trying to figure out and im getting no where so i decided to do a bit of the story, but my imagination is fixated on MATH! so ive only written a teeny tiny bit continuing from the last segment.

enjoy :)



Storm approached the tightly shut steel door, he saw an opening in the middle of the two doors and thrust his sword in between the doors, prising the doors to the width of the sword, as he twisted his sword around it pushed the doors further apart, pressing a more increasing strain on the sword itself, Storm let go of the sword, leaving it in place, prising two steel doors apart, wide enough for a person to cartwheel through, he braced himself and pulled Cathryn closer towards him, he held out his free hand and quickly and precisely cart wheeled through the prised doors, he regained his balance, and tightened his more straining grip onto the woman he carried in his arm, he then shuffled her in order to hold her with both of his hands, to have a more even balance.

“It’s time to go home,” Storm muttered while he stared down the deserted pristine white corridor.

He started to stride down the corridor, searching the walls for exit signs, surely he found one pointing into an emergency exit, he took the left required, which led to a door, with ease he kicked the door down with his left foot, making his way out of the building, finding himself in a swarm of soldiers, he halted to a stand still, glaring at the large group of soldiers, he observed them, turning to him, almost as if they where waiting for him the whole time, Storms eyes averted to a black Mercedes Bends parked nearly 100 metres away from where he stood, he started to plan out an escape route as the soldiers all started to raise their guns, he closed his eyes, thinking intensively.

The woman held in his arms was regaining consciousness, her eyes fluttered, trying to clear the haze, trying to focus her eyes quickly, she found herself staring into the crowd of soldiers, shuffling slightly with raised guns, her heart increased dramatically, causing her to grip onto Storms shirt, making her stare up to the man who was embracing her almost in his arms, she saw his eyes closed, her heart almost skipped a beat when she heard the clicking of guns loading from the soldiers side, she felt the only thing to do was to scream.

“STORM!” Cathryn shouted, despite the numbing pain in her shoulder and a throbbing headache.

Storm still stood, eyes closed, oblivious to the world, gun fire began.

[Momo]

she felt the only thing to do was to scream.

“STORM!” Cathryn shouted, despite the numbing pain in her shoulder and a throbbing headache.


:lol: Go cathryn!
I Enjoyed that .

[Rikku]

... O_o Oh wow.

Ahem, so, regarding the actual story. XD

Well, to be honest, I didn't entirely read the first "story", because it's quite a bit for my eyes to take. xD I think the story's quite intriguing; however, you have some conventional errors that you need to take care of such -- mostly punctuation. Reading over it and editing or just getting a beta reader would quickly solve that problem.

That's my biggest problem with the story thus far. Really, I think you're off to a wonderful start. =] I'm waiting for the next intallments!

[Cathryn]

Ahh, you have to excuse my puncuation, its the most pathetic ever! i never really enjoyed it at first school (i just stuck to smuggling in my teddys and play with them while everybody was messing around with these gay little chalk board... things) so its kinda understandable... :rolleyes: *gets out puncuation books*

[Lifrasthir]

Yay! Cathryn awesome story!

[Momo]

regardless of the punctuation(which may i add my grammer, spelling pyunctuation and writting structure;is absoulutly horrible) it's a great story so far, keep going Cathryn ;)