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

[ᴍᴀᴏᴄɪғᴇʀ]

I think I might have a heart attack from all the feels... Ah, it's killing me!
:'( :'( :'( :'(

[Rooster Cult]

Happy Easter everyone
I promise I'm working on the next chapter
It's just hard to do when I don't have inspiration

[padlock heart]

lol that picture is the best thing i have seen all week. XD

[ᴍᴀᴏᴄɪғᴇʀ]

Rokko just noped the hell outta that one

[Rooster Cult]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this important message.
Before I go any further. I want to say something which I could not find a place anywhere else to do.
I would like to give a special thanks to Padlock Heart for helping me with this story. Without your help, this story would have so many plot holes the main characters would fall into them and break their necks. really, this story would have only ended up as a half hearted draft without you. Thank you so much for all your help you have no idea how much it means to me. >X3
and also, to clear things up with all you other guys, Yes, I did spoil the whole thing for her (but I did decided to add some more plot twists so she will still get some surprise) and I did add her own character into this story as a thanks.
and here she is, MJ, who ironically got rid of fifty more plot holes I didn't even realize.
also, I do bring up some crazy veiw on humanity that I do not believe myself.


now back to your regularly scheduled program.
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Anger. It was like a beast raging inside MJ’s chest. The sounds of shattering glass filled the air, only adding fuel to her fire instead of smothering it. The sharp shrapnel, the only evidence of what the vase was, stuck in her feet, lodged deep into her flesh with a stinging pain. She didn’t feel a thing. Instead all she felt was a different kind of pain that made her desperate and weak and angry and strong all at the same time. Was it betrayal? Was it hatred? Was it loss? Maybe it was all of those emotions, built up until MJ burst. Her hands grabbed a picture frame. She held it above her head and without a moment’s hesitation, she brought it to the ground as hard as she could. Smashing it again and again and again. Her hands bled, red stains trickling over the picture, ruining her last image of her mother. She wanted something to break as hard as she broke. MJ smashed it again, now she only held a fistful of glass shards and splintered wood. Blood dropped on the ground from her fingers. She wanted to yell. To scream. But that wouldn’t be enough. She wanted to break someone. Take revenge for every time she was trampled. Every time she was treated like trash. She wanted someone else to hurt the way she did. MJ wanted everyone to hurt the way she did. Because everyone was the same. Every single human tore her down and beat her to dust. Her parents left her alone, her brother abused her, her foster parents have never really cared for her and now the people at school just shoved her aside, like a piece of trash. So worthless that no one even bothered to throw it away.
It felt like a rabid beast had entered into MJ’s soul, tearing straight through her heart with jagged claws. She let the picture fall to the ground. But his time she didn’t care about her mother or father or anyone. She hated them. She hated everyone. She didn’t even notice the floor coming upwards to meet, or the impact on her shoulder. All MJ noticed was she was now curled up into a ball. Her eyes staring at the safety glass door, wishing for a good old fashioned lock. Not like anyone would care to check on her.
That thought brought a fresh wave of pain in. MJ curled up tighter. Her shoulders shaking. Tears running down her face. She wanted to scream her lungs out. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Or maybe she was too scared. Afraid that they might realize how much they were hurting her, and, because of humanity’s sick ways, like it.
Then she heard it, a quiet tapping, the hollow sound of a fingernail tapping on the safety glass.
She let out a sigh. “Who is it?” She scared herself sometimes, the way her voice never revealed her emotions, it was like, in reality, she had none. However, no one answered. Then she heard the tap again, and realized it was coming from the window behind her. She forced herself up, like a corpse rising from the grave. She grabbed her remote and turned the dimness down, revealing and even blacker night. But then she saw it, a black form, only visible from the light that came from her own room. A Zver. She turned to run, but before she could even turn, the thing was on her. It pinned her to the ground, keeping her arms under her. She heard someone screaming, could feel the pain in her throat that felt like her vocal cords were being torn to shreds. And then she felt a pain in her neck a sharp needle. The horrid feeling of some sort of fluid being forced into her body. Her screams turned to whimpers. Darkness clouded her vision. Her head felt light and disconnected from the rest of the body. She tried to move, but her limbs wouldn’t respond.
“So this is it.” She thought as everything went black. “So this is how I die.”

[padlock heart]

http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/345169
thank you. X3 you know i love working on plot lines.


dang, that's intense.....
need next page.

[ᴍᴀᴏᴄɪғᴇʀ]

woah.

( Thank you both for an amazing story :) )

[Rooster Cult]

It was that dream again. The dream that haunted him ever since he had seen his best friend's mind corrode. But even so, he couldn't wake himself up.
Rokko was young again, maybe only ten years old. He sat at a cafeteria table near Dylan, enclosed behind the protective Safety Glass that surrounded their small elementary school.
"Hey Rokko." His voice still had the boyish tone of it. Rokko cast a sidelong glance at Dylan. He looked like he was supposed to, slightly tanned skin, golden hair short and dark blue eyes. No scars, no feathers, no fangs. "We should stay like this."
"Hmm?" Rokko was munching on some sort of chemical protein thing that bordered on edible and toxic, it tasted suspiciously like toothpaste.
"We should stay together." Dylan leaned dangerously back in his seat, his mouth breaking out into that mischievous smile. "Never leave each other you know? I've heard of too many people being separated and I don't want that to happen to us. So let's make a promise, whatever happens we will stay together. If one of us moves to another town then the other will move too. If one of us joins the Hunters, the other will too. If one of us dies the other will too. That way we will never be alone. We'll stay best friends forever."
Rokko didn't even hesitate to think of what that proposition meant. "Yeah." He nodded. "Let's do it." He found himself staring across the rows of table and people at the dimmed safety glass. He expected an answer, but nothing. Rokko frowned and turned around. But Dylan had been replaced by a monster. Half covered in black feathers with red eyes and its lips pulled back in a deadly snarl.
"All you are are broken promises." It growled.
Rokko jolted awake, his voice coming out in a choked scream of horror. He found himself not in the school of his nightmares, but in the boy’s dorm. The darkness held a veil over the rows of cots and sleeping kids, so that Rokko couldn’t see the shoe until it smacked him on the side of his head. Slowly he lowered his face into his hands and tried to slow his breathing. The worst part, was that it was real. Every single detail of the nightmare was real. He was shaking, his whole body trembling with the panic of the nightmare he lived.
All he was, was broken promises.
It was true. He promised to stay with Dylan, but now Dylan was dead. He promised to protect Dylan. But a good lot that did him. And then he promised to protect Ahzzya then turned around and promised to kill him. Everything he swore was an unintentional lie. Rokko found himself falling back on his cot and staring at the ceiling. He tried to think of something else, but his mind kept being pulled back into his latest promise.
"When this over, I swear I will kill you."
Why the heck had he said that? Just a few days ago he had become a Christian. Murder was a sin. Hate as the same as murder. And he was supposed to love his enemies. He had sworn to kill someone who had been simply pleading for his life. Now not only Zver venom was eating away at Rokko's mind, but also his stupid conscience.
Rokko decided he would apologize. He let out a sigh and whispered a silent prayer to God for the ability to forgive. But even so something still gnawed at him, tearing him apart. Rokko entertained the thought of shaking Ahzzya awake and apologizing right now. He looked across the large room that made up the boys dorm. His dark adjusted eyes could barely make out the black hair that might’ve been Ahzzya, not like black hair wasn’t fairly common or anything. Rokko let out a silent sigh again. That plan would probably get him stabbed. Nonetheless Rokko found himself promising to find a way to make things right.
“All you are are broken promises.”
Rokko pressed his hands against his head and curled up, trying to block out all the pain and regrets with a sheer force of will. It almost worked. But he wasn’t as strong as he had once been.
“I know what you’re planning.” Rokko whispered so quietly he could barely hear. “I won’t kill anyone and you won’t win.”
Rokko could hear a throaty laugh. “Silly boy. I always win.”

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Attack of the Feels

[Rooster Cult]

*evil laughter*