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2024-10-29 19:42:56Chapter 13
The cold night covered Trust and Betts as both sat near the rooftop door, leaning on the nest Trust had built for the two of them before. Wood from a broken door serving as a stable wall with metallic frames from a dismantled hospital bed not in use, serving as the roof of their fixer-upper abode.
An impression of two children spending time under the night sky, with their pitched-up tent ready for the camping night they wanted to experience for so long. Soiled blankets served as their seats, cushioning their bums from the cement’s rough cold feel.
Five alternate squawking sounds came from the remaining crows still perched at the edge of the rooftop. Their similar-looking beady eyes all blinked in succession then followed their heads, turning to the direction somewhere away from the building. Trust who sat on the blankies half-awake opened his eyes to look at them, annoyed but quite troubled about their message. Someho
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Seeing her sudden shift from playful to semi-serious pout stopped Trust, his lips pulling into a tamed smile and agreeing not to bother her new “scar.” Moving beside her, he pulled out a few notes, told her that they’re in the same classes again except for their free period since he’s joining club activities non-stop. At least, that’s what he plans.Betts continued to finish her lasagna. Her video paused. Before long, their conversation turned into a full-blown gossip bash when Trust told her the few students in their school who are new to her eyes and old to her sanity’s sake. Most of the students in their school often knew each other, belonging in the same preparatory levels or one other way, like neighbors with inevitable familial friends.“Hold up,” she said to him. “I need to take my meds. Pain is starting again.” Ending her words with a frown.“Right, pausing at the new couples and broken-up
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“Come on. It’s poking out your head, taunting me. Besides, it’s a cool scar. Tell the other’s you kicked a monster’s ass in the playground.” He told her snicker. “But, tell me. What’s in your head?” He seriously said, a small smile on his face.Shifting the way he sat, he moved his body away from the headboard. Now he faced Betts, his one arm on the other side of her legs, while he looked at her with earnest eyes. “Are we, or are we not emotionally connected best friends? Like what those girls in class say.”His position caged Betts as if cornering her. Leaning back to relax, Betts looked at his good friend and muttered, “I don’t feel like growing up.”“We’re only thirteen, going on fourteen. How is that growing up?” He scoffed at her. She glared at his scoff, and he only leaned closer, poking their noses. It usually made her cross-eyed, challenging herself to r
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He used them like pokers, stabbing upward while his hind legs and other hand stayed his ground. The upward stab hit the creature where a chin should be, ten centimeters to the left of its collar bone and throat. Hoof deeply embedded, Trust made sure the force of his stab had the same intent of budging the other creature back. The same way the other has been slowly doing so, backing away as it punched and clawed with its force.Failing to make the creature retreat a great distance from where Betts is. The creature moved to unhook the shallow impalement of the hoof-like hand with difficulty and tried for another bite attack. This time, Trust prepared a counter by expertly using a headbutt.It proved a worse attack than his stab that it moved farther. Once it moved far, with a swish of Trust’s head, a select crows dove at the stab wound of the monster. The distraction brought distress that it gave enough time for Trust to use his tail and swipe it hard against its t
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Chills ran down her spine as almost all able-bodied adults brusquely handled the fretting bodies intent on attacking the healthy ones. Her eyes misted with unshed tears as she tried her best not to break into pieces for the sorrow she felt for these afflicted ones.Spurs of haze clouded Betts’s vision as she opened her eyes from her long nap. She was left in the library again for the nth time by her group of friends, the ones she made after entering grade nine. They did leave a note in front of her, on top of her bag, saying that the study period is ongoing, but they figured staying in this place was boring. So, they left.Lifting her head while traces of sleep still lingered on her lips and open notebook, silence flooded her senses as she saw the library’s bright florescent light fill her newly opened eyes. Stretching, fixing her things, then softly propping her elbow on the table and chin on her hand. Betts pondered at the days
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Trust: Then that senior just had to take your time! The hell was he doing there? I thought he didn’t like you. Whatever. Call me when he does anything stupid. I’d help you dispose his body. So, Friday night...Trust: Betts. I gotta be honest. I said I’d only have sex with my girlfriends and I still would do it. But, I’m sorry I fucked you while having that kind of principle. Not much confidence on my emotional hubris now. I may have no girlfriend this season but I feel like I cheated on someone. I mean you of course.Trust: Are you okay? I kinda went to far that night. Since it’s your first time. With my half way experienced ass.Trust: Tell me if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I’m sorry I had sex with you and we didn’t even get to talk it out the next day. You beat my ass several times in MKIII. That’s a good enough sign I&rsqu
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Hi guys, Nate here.Just want to head's up that chapter's will once again have a slight delay. So this month might have a bit of lapse.Though, I don't know if it will continue like so. Cross fingers that it won't.There will be another side story chapter for this Valentines. Another sweet adventure between Mirror and Imago. Short and...well, not that sweet. No, there are no heart breaks in this world. I guess. I mean, there is. As long as we decide to move forward, then it would all be a memory by then.Thanks for passing by and reading this novel. Hope you have a good time. Do comment when you have the time.@AcrimonyNate
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Chapter 14Crunch. Crunch sounds the munching. Slopping dark red blood spray across the night sky into the pavement, making pollock spots onto blank dirty grey canvases. Gross sounds of moans overpowered the groans of pain. Though dark the night is, every sound and the possible makeshift light source becomes eerier and livid with the ethereal sound of pain born from pleasure.Many across the city are deep in either sexual incite or validating dominance and hierarchy through extreme exploits of brutality. Undulating physical activities were not lacking the night of the second incident. Citizens showing symptoms of high fever grew until no one could confirm if they were sick or delusional enough to sink into a coma.Outside of their marginal expectation, based on the first unrecorded A-city “Dimension Pocket” incident, this second incident and its intended area of effect measured to the border of the city. Proven only throug
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
