.:.Again.:. New poll, page 23

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Rokko wasn’t as injured as he looked, it was really Ahzzya who took the blunt of the attack. The claw marks on his back almost went to the bone and apparently getting your head bashed against the concrete was not healthy. And, as soon as Korom helped Ahzzya stand up, he passed out.
They didn’t get back to the base quick enough for no one to notice that Rokko was gone. As soon as they were sent to the sick bay, Rokko got about an hour long lecture from Edward while doctors stitched up the worst of his wounds. Now he sat on his cot in the boy’s dorm. Rokko felt immensely guilty. It was his fault that Ahzzya had gotten hurt. His fault that he had missed that one Zver on the roof. His fault he had hesitated. Rokko let out a sigh and then he spoke aloud.
“Did you see that? You were wrong.” Rokko said with a little chuckle, even though no one was in the room. “You were wrong for once. No one died.”
It appears so. Rokko squeezed his eyes shut as the voice spoke in his head. He would never be used to that. I really thought that you were far enough along. You really have a strong will.
He had to walk. Rokko needed to move. He could barely control the nervous fear that went through him. As he walked, his limp disappeared. He didn’t need to do that when others weren’t watching. If anyone saw him walking perfectly with the bandages on his leg, they would start asking questions.
“You were wrong.” Rokko said again, trying to cling to anything he could. “That’s what matters, if you are wrong about this, you may be wrong again.”
It doesn’t matter. He answered. I will control you. Just because I’m struggling to control you now-
“Ha!” Rokko cried out before letting out a few other forced laughs. “You’re struggling. Oh that’s rich, maybe I will be able to conquer you now.”
The sound of an exasperated sigh resonated through Rokko’s mind. You do not understand, boy. Me struggling is a sign of strength, not weakness.
“Wha- What do you mean?” Rokko asked. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
I am controlling millions of people, the fact that I suddenly am having struggles when it comes to you proves just how powerful I am. Rokko scowled at this, his pace quickened. He tried again and again to convince himself that He was lying. That He was struggling because Rokko was more powerful than Him.
I am not powerless and you know it. And you jumping in to save your little friend just made my job much easier. Rokko could hear a hint of amusement in His voice. Tell me, how many times did you get bitten?
“NO!” Rokko screamed, suddenly collapsing to his knees and covering his ears. “That doesn’t matter! How much Zver venom I have in me does not matter! You will never control me! I will never become your pawn!”
I will. He said, And when I do, you will be the reason for those two brat’s deaths.
“NO! YOU’RE WRONG. I WON’T. I WILL NEVER BE THE REASON THEY DIE.” Rokko screamed
I am never wrong. And at that, the conversation ended. Like He had just hung up. But the panic wouldn’t leave Rokko. He was curled up in a ball on the floor, covering his ears and whispering the word “no” over and over again, like a broken record. Rokko knew He was right, he had resisted the urge to kill Ahzzya more times than he could count. He needed something to hold onto, something that wasn’t as unpredictable as himself, or any other human for that matter. He needed a religion. His mom would probably laugh right about now, Rokko wasn’t the religious type, always relying on conspiracy theories and science to explain reality. But right now, Rokko needed a miracle. And science had no miracles. He searched his memory for a religion. There was Hinduism, Muslimism, Buddhism, and so many others that Rokko couldn’t name or even recall. But there was only one that had a God who was merciful and full of love. So, he started to pray.
“Dear God of the Christians.” He started, Rokko really didn’t know how to pray, so he decided to just talk, and then apologize for doing it wrong later. “I need a miracle. Everything is falling apart. He is gaining control. And I’ll admit it, I’m scared, no terrified. I have a feeling that this isn’t your will, I’ve heard of the last seven years of humanity enough from random stuff to know that this isn’t what has been planned. So, please, prove that you’re real, give us a miracle, your will be done and please, save us.”
The only answer was silence. But that was probably the most comforting thing that could happen. If someone had talked back, Rokko would probably have had a freaking panic attack. Rokko felt almost as if there was a comforting presence near him, and no matter how insane it might’ve sounded, Rokko suddenly didn’t feel afraid anymore.
“Hey.” Rokko said, letting out a relieved sigh, “Thank you. Thanks a lot.”

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awww!!! Rokko!!!!

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Oops, I for to the italisizing stuff doesn't transfer from microsoft word to here, I'll fix that in a seccy

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Poor Rokko, I want to just give him a hug!
Ahzzya just needs to give him a hug...
Imagine it...
*Ahzzya engulfs Rokko in a hug*
//Que: Rokko's surprised face
// Que: Korom walks in: "I'm not even going to ask..."
*they both turn round*
//Ahzzya: "oh... Korom... didn't see you there..."
*Lets go of Rokko*
//Ahzzya: "I was just saying to Rokko how great the weather is today..."
//Korom: "suuuuurrre you were" *rolls eyes*
*awkward silence*
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Oh and, I don't believe I've said this before, but I really really love your writing.
I mean, not just what you write...
I love the way you write.
It makes me so jealous that I can't write like that :p

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Yess
All the feelz belong to Rokko

And thank you so much! You guys just spoil me with all of your compliments. X3

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Silence.
He wished it wasn’t so silent.
It usually wasn’t. There were usually hisses and growls and unearthly screams; somehow those noises had grown on The Creature they almost seemed comforting. Well, more comforting than the oppressive silence. Silence as thick as the inky darkness. The quieter it got here, the louder the voices in his head became. Or at least that’s what seemed to happen to The Creature.
Pain
He wished it didn’t hurt so much.
It always did. A pain that you could eventually forget if you screamed loud enough. It felt like something with claws as sharp as daggers had crawled into his mind. The Creature felt like his last bit of sanity, his last bit of self-control, was being torn apart. And no matter how much he tried to stop it, no matter how many times he tried to stitch everything back together, it never stopped. It just hurt worse. The creature found himself fingering a horrid scar on the side of his neck, a wound that had just missed his jugular vein. He wished it had killed him. Wished that impudent boy didn’t save his life.
Because sometimes living was worse than dying.
And right now it was.
The silence seemed to grow quieter, though The Creature couldn’t tell how that was happening. Unless he was becoming deaf.
The pain increased.
A scream built up inside his chest, and after a few unsuccessful heartbeats later, he let it out. It bubbled out of his mouth, gargled and rasping.
“NO PLEASE STOP!” He cried, the pain increased. It was his own insanity though. His own mind that was slowly killing him.
Or being killed.
More pain.
“OK I GIVE UP JUST STOP!” The pain stopped. The Creature lay on the cold stone ground, trying to comprehend what he said. But he didn’t even need to think. He knew. There was only so much a person could do until they reached their breaking point. And The Creature finally did. He was just lucky to hold out this long. “I give up.” His voice came in barely more than a whisper now as he squeezed his eyes shut. “It hurts too much. I will let you take control of me. Let you make me kill anyone you want me to. Just kill me. Kill that little part of my mind that hurts. Just destroy me. I don’t want to feel anymore.”
He thought he heard a laugh in his mind. The pain came back. But this time it was physical. He felt his nerves exploding, fire racing through every vein. But the most pain was concentrated right behind his skull. The Creature’s hands flew to his head, he screamed so loud it felt like a blender and been inserted into his throat. And then it was gone. He was gone. He was just an It. Not a person, not anymore.
It grabbed a key from its pocket in a dreamlike fashion. The fingers wrapping around the cold metal. Not feeling anything. It opened its eyes, but they weren’t human anymore. They were red and beady, with no sign of human intelligence left.

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*chills*

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Oh...

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"Stupid freaking Zvers making me have to get stupid freaking stitches which itch like stupid freaking crap." Ahzzya muttered to himself, bending his arm back in an awkward position so he could scratch at the wound between his shoulder blades. He knew he shouldn't be itching, mostly because it hurt whenever he did, but it wasn't like he could stop. He felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.
"Welp, I think you just ran out of things to call 'stupid freaking.'" Ahzzya looked into Korom's smiling face, her dark eyes were glittering with laughter, an expression that was impossible to get angry at. But even so Ahzzya pulled his eyebrows together and shrugged her off.
"Whatever." he muttered under his breath after slightly rolling his eyes. Even though Korom could be really offensive and annoying sometimes, Ahzzya found himself warming up to her.
According to the daily schedule, Korom and Ahzzya were in the training grounds, though they really weren't doing anything. Every other day they might practice a little to keep themselves from getting rusty, but hacking dummies, throwing knives and shooting poisoned darts for hours could get dull to anyone. But there was one thing that really disturbed Ahzzya, Rokko wasn't there. Usually he wouldn't care. One thing he had learned was that Rokko was excused for being sick all the time. But it had been almost a week, and Ahzzya hadn't seen Rokko since their last mission. Rokko had saved Ahzzya's life, but in turn, he had been bitten by a Zver a multitude of time. One bite was fatal. Two bites would turn those few months of life into a few weeks. Three bites were instant death. Rokko had been bitten at least four times. It would be impossible for Rokkoto survive that. But people dying was a daily occurrence. That wasn't what bothered Ahzzya. Rokko dying was Ahzzya's fault.
Two voices competed in Ahzzya's mind, the angel and the devil on his shoulders. One whispered that Rokko was probably going to die in a few days. He was crazy. It wasn't Ahzzya's fault that Rokko decided to risk his life to save him. The other one almost screamed. It was all Ahzzya's fault. His best friend friend died because he didn't pay attention. he was to blame. He should have never come to the Hunters. If he hadn't, Rokko would still be alive. It was his fault. He should've died instead.
It was hard to concentrate. Hard to even think without dwelling on the voices in his head. Hard to keep the wall up around his heart and ignore the pain of loosing someone. He did it when his dad left, he did it when his mom became someone else entirely. He could do it with Rokko.
And then a noise snapped him out of his depressing thoughts. It sounded like a mixture between frantic clawing and footsteps, with a scream interlaced in it.
The scrambling noises came closer, along with the scream. Ahzzya could now pinpoint it to the staircase. The scream wasn't a scream of pain. It was like a command, so desperate it rose pitifully. Ahzzya felt like he could almost recognize the scream, but it was so high pitched that he couldn't place it. And then the clawing stopped for an instant, just so what ever made those noises could bang against the door. The scream rose impossibly high. Ahzzya could almost make out the plea.
Each thump against the door grew louder. Panic swept through the Hunters, unlike anything he had seen before. Ahzzya didn't move. It was like he had been paraized, he couldn't even blink. He vaguely felt Korom trying to get him to move, tugging at his arm, trying to drag him with her. He still couldn't move, like a deer caught in the headlights.
And then the door fell open, ripped to pieces and yanked off its hinges.
What Ahzzya saw would reappear in his nightmares forever.
Two people stood in the doorway, one was part Zver, part human. The other was Rokko, desperately grabbing at the creature's feathers and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The creature ripped away and started racing right towards Ahzzya, its fangs bared.
The next thing Ahzzya heard made his heart stop cold.
"NO, DYLAN! STOP. PLEASE STOP." He screamed. "DON'T LET HIM CONTROL YOU. DYLAN!!"

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT HAS HAPPENED!!!!
lol that first line will leave me smiling for a few days XD