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Yeah, smelly stuff, huh? xD

I was thinking along those lines. What I was planning, and I need to refine this idea, they might be kissing and as they're going inside, Dimitri trips and grabs onto the school building . . . which has an implanted bomb. BOOM! Bye bye Dimitri. O.o

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I already wrote part of chapter two, so it'll be up in a secundo.

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-p a r t . o n e-

-t w o-

The class looked up expectantly, searching the gaggle of faces for Mr. Banders’. And we found it – he had been killed, his face was sliced up with a knife, blood pooled at his feet. The class just stared meekly, terrified, but my anger, fury, was too much. I stood up, marched over to the one closest to me, pulled band my fist, and punched him in the nose.

The man yelped, jumped back, and then raised a finger to point at me. “We’ll start with the little girl,” he sneered, raising three fingers to his nose, frowning when he felt blood. “Definitely her.”

A woman reached for me, but I instinctively ducked, then came back up and kicked her in the shin. Cursing, the woman jumped on me, and only know could I see the bloodied knife she held. She stabbed me again and again in the arm as I screamed.

Suddenly, the woman rolled off of me. Dead. Dimitri stood above me, gun in his hands. I must’ve been screaming too loud to hear the shot. Dimitri squatted down, gathered me in his arms, laid me in a chair, and turned to face the crowd.


“I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You.” And he did, the gun did its work well. When they all lay dead on the ground, both Dimitri and I were completely caked in blood. The class stared, wide eyed, their mouths perfect o’s.

“Nothing to stare at, just, uh, work on tonight’s homework,” I ordered, heading out the door with Dimitri, to wash ourselves. Surprisingly enough, they did as they were told. I didn’t think they’d listen to me, but there they sat, like frightened rabbits, doing the work laid before them.

Dimitri swung me around as we reached the bathroom, pulling me to his chest, where I began to sob quietly. The pain in my arm was huge, but not unbearable, but my fear was very real.

“They’re going to come back for us,” I sobbed. “Their accomplices. I know it!” Dimitri silenced me with a kiss, and then stood guard at the door of the bathroom while I washed up. In return, I did the same for him.

“Hey,” Dimitri said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “We going back to class or what? We need a teacher.”

I agreed. “Let’s go to the office, we can tell them what happened.” When I saw his stricken expression, I shook my head. “I mean, tell them that Mr. Banders died. We don’t need to tell them the rest, that’d be overkill. They’d freak out of us. Probably send us to a research acility to have our brains worked on.”

Dimitri chuckled at this, but nodded\. “Let’s go, then.” We headed over to the front office, but nobody was there.

“That’s odd,” I muttered under my breath. In fact, it seemed as if we were the only people in the school, the usual babble of teachers was gone. “L-let’s get back to class.”

Dimitri nodded, then stepped back. With a strangled cry, he slipped and his shoe caught on something. Before I could blink I was flying through the air; I heard Dimitri scream. My eyes were squeezed shut tightly, but when I opened them, I was staring at a mountain of debris. A rock skidded down and hit my foot. I looked down at it, and a silent tear traced my cheek.

“Dimitri!” I screamed, my voice hoarse. Struggling to my feet, I tried to breathe properly, the icy dread setting in.

“Dimitri, answer me!” I called him again. I could not lose him. I mean . . . not Dimitri. Anyone but him. Anyone but him.

I crashed through the dust and smoke, coughs racking my thin frame. Panic caused me to become disoriented, land I let out a scream, falling onto something. When I looked down . . .

Dimitri's face was a bloodied mass of flesh and bone. My eyes widened, I blinked twice, then scrambled to my feet. Now I saw the bodies strewn across the ground.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, panicking. My house was nearby, was the bomb's power enough . . . ? No, no time to be negative.

Run! I told myself, but before I took a single step, I collapsed, a sharp pain stinging between my shoulders. 

My last thought before I passed out was They've come to kill me. I'm going to die.

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Arthanox's hand moved quickly over the paper, brow furrowed. Would this girl survive, like he needed? Like they needed? The boy? What if they didn't find each other, or didn't want to have kids? Oh, no, they're in love, I could see it in their eyes . . . But, still, he was worried, and these questions weren't helping much. Yet, he kept thinking, it'll have to work. Because I'll tell them, if it doesn't, and they die, we're gone. Forever. I suppressed a shudder and walked over to them, laid side-by-side; someone had curled their fingers around each others'. I smiled for a split second, then quickly lifted up Ivory.

"Get the boy, Lieuythur!" I called, laying the beautiful 17-year-old in the room. When she got out . . . we'd be all dead. Gone. Forever.

Shaking the thoughts away, Dimitri, Lieuythur and I climbed into the helicopter, and I started the blades. They roared in my ears and I tried to concentrate on that. The poor, poor children . . .

When we arrived at our destination, 20 minutes later, Sydney, Australia, I hefted Dimitri into my arms and carried him inside, laying him on the bed. I tucked the note into his hand, said a silent prayer, turned around, and died.

-a u t h o r ' s . n o t e-

[size=85]I'm sorry 'bout the violence. xD This is war, so yeaaaaaaah.

The dude turned around and just . . . died. Lol! XD

-c o n t e n t s-

Post 1, Intro
Post 2, One
Post 3, Two - You're Here!
Post 4, Three
Post 5, Four

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Bump?

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i like it!!!

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Thanks. <3

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Bump? I need critique.

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I'm not very good at Crit </3 If I was, I'd surly offer some. You could try the Critique Cafe, though.

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OMG, thank you! I'm dying for a good critic, no one ever helps. XP But you're my hero! XD

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Look what I made:



XD I had to find a pic of a grey hat and stick it on Ivory cuz the top half of her head go cut off. O.o