Azuanta

It had been mere hours since she turned, and already, Rose seemed to get used to everything about being a Witch. Her short, black and red hair paled to a dull gray and her once blue eyes were shining red. The purple turtleneck she wore was torn and stained with blood from cuts she accidentilly gave herself from her long, sharp fingers. And since she turned, all she was able to do was cry. She understood why, too. She kept a sense of human consciousness and thought. Everything she knew about how she turned remained in her mind. Struggling to her feet, she began to wander down the alley she was in. Her vision was poor from the change and from

I knew there was something going on...something greater than my town becoming Silent Hill overnight...I just wish I thought more on it then. There wasn't much between us and the Police Station that we couldn't handle with a simple swing of my bat or Jake's Dao. The thing was, each time we would kill off something, Father Vincent seemed completely nonchalant about it. In fact, he almost looked as if he didn't want to have anything to do with it. Typical of his character, yes, but...worse. He was hindering me by acting in such a way. I needed to confront him about it. But the Station came into sight before I could. "We're here..." I said back

5 years later... The sun had just began to rise above the trees in the distance, sending off all types of bird Pokemon to fly off from their leafy homes. Their cawing sounds echoed through the open windows of the hut and bounced off the walls throughout. As the sun continued to peer over the plant-life, it gleemed into the hut, reflecting off of something like that of a medium-sized dog with green fur. The creature shifted and its large, triangular ears twitched as the sun's heat was taken in. Slowly, its eyes opened and a shine of red jumped out from its green forehead. From outside the tiny, aging hut, a very tall, slender figure ran thro

Outside the courtroom in the Defendant Lobby, Carol kept looking down to her charm from Officer Meekins as she spoke to Phoenix. "So...do you have your objections prepared?" Carol asked, still slightly mocking him. "H-Huh? Oh...well, it has to happen naturally. I have to find contradictions in the witnesses testimonies before I can even think about objecting them. If you are innocent, it should be clear in the lies."  Phoenix explained. Carol spun the charm in her hand, smiling slightly. "I know the routine, Mr. Wright. You will reveal the truth in the contradictions." She replied, then looked away, thinking for a moment. "I've h

[[[IMPORTANT: READ DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORY. THIS IS A FOLLOW-UP TO A SHORT STORY MY FRIEND WROTE THAT IS LINKED IN DESCRIPTION. READ THAT BEFORE READING THIS.]]] It had been months since she tried to jump out of the helicopter to save her love. Months since she was held back as he dumped the Boomer Bile all over him, allowing them to escape...and now, the months had caught up to her, as she was alone in that delivery room. She refused to hold onto anyones hand as she delivered the son they were supposed to raise together. And there she stayed, in the hospital bed, holding him. "...You know you're a lucky one..." Rose whispered