Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[lucee]

Love it!

[thricewire]

Really, just practice. I'm not very good at writing and things yet. >_>

x

john and melissa


She had to think I was dead.
They all did.
Or else I would never be free from the experiments and stuff they put me through just because I was different.
Different from all the others.
From all the servant machines.
I wasn't about to go through another second of being broken like their "horses".
I was staying wild.

I got ready to to leap the fence, glasses perched precariously and carelessly on top of my nose. I didn't have any
time to pack anything. I had only what was on me. I pulled the hood of my blue sweatshirt over my head so that they couldn't send a cyber hound or whatever the heck they were called after me. Still...

I couldn't help but feel a wave of regret and sadness. She was one of the scientist's daughters. She was brought to the lab with her father regularly. She always wondered why I was stuck in a metal room, with nothing but what I needed to survive passed to me every day. But she was fourteen.

Just like me.

Yet, I never got to live a life.

...

I would never get to live a life if I didn't jump this stupid fence. I had strong legs. Didn't used to. In fact, I lost a lot of them in a car accident when I was about a year old. They were still salvageable. A lot of the flesh was still there. So instead they moved me to the lab and gave me the standard injection. My legs, I was told, healed. Didn't just heal, actually. I was told if I ever got to go to a school and get physical education (which I wouldn't) I would be the best in the class. But they also told me that the injection didn't work properly.


Of course it didn't. It was only meant to heal tissue, or so they told. But I observe. I understand what that injection does. It's supposed to put a microchip in that alters quite a few things in the bloodstream, then take it out.

It never altered mine.

So, yeah, that's who I am. I am John, the biological freak.

And I am going to jump this fence.

I looked up determinedly at the fence. The bitter wind blew, and I wondered how I got out. Maybe one of the others broke out. I don't know. All I do know is that the door was open. And that this was an extremely low fence.

I jumped.

And fell.

I was laying on my face. I got up, straightening my back. I was out.

I was out, and I was never going in again.

It's time to tell my part of the tale.

I am Melissa.

And I am the head scientist's daughter.

I was there when it happened. I had just turned on my egg, an early fourteenth birthday present. It was still playing an unknown song. All of a sudden, lights glared in my room. Yeah, it's located at the lab. We don't really have a house.

I scrambled up, getting out of my chair. I raced to the door, egg still clutched in my hands. What's going on?


Bad news. That's what. As I opened the door, I heard them shouting. It was horrible, the sound. "We've lost him." "We have? How? The boy couldn't have gotten away." "But he did. And the tracker chip is gone. You can't just remove that. He's dead."

I gasped. Tears came to my eyes. I shut the door, jumped back into my chair, and tried to think.

He isn't human. He's not. He can't be. He would've spoken, would've fought back. But he didn't. He's just another cyborg made by the corporation. Another one.

But a persistent voice in my head made me think otherwise.


The way he backs away, the way he's so obviously in pain. Why would he wear glasses? He's obviously a human, Melissa. You can't say otherwise to yourself without lying.

And then I realized I was talking about him in present tense. He's dead.

A smile and sigh escaped my lips, and I broke into tears.

He's free.

He'll never be tortured again.

I painstakingly typed into my egg some instructions, or music guidelines.

I'm sad.

It began playing a song that didn't exactly cheer me up.

"Once upon a time I could be with him, but
I know he's slowly, slowly
slipping away
once upon a time
he could be my prince
yet I feel him
slowly slipping away
as he talks to his white mocking jay
and I realize
once upon a time
I could've chosen him
once upon a time, oh
once upon a time.
and yet
he's so happy talking to his saving grace
and I shouldn't bother him
but
once upon a time,
he could dream with me
but alas, it wasn't meant to be."

I continued crying.

My head was ringing.

Why?

[Steffi.]

xXx

Harren's mother shook him awake for the fourth time in a week. The small child screamed, the yowls fading into sobs as he realized it was just another nightmare. Ever since his father had been brutally murdered right in front of his eyes, the boy had not been sleeping well, even five months later. Terrifying dreams had him shrieking most nights. His mother hugged him tightly, stroking his shoulders. After a few minutes, she tucked him back into bed, patting his hair. She kissed his forehead before standing up and walking tiredly back to her own room.

The next morning, when Harren came downstairs, his mother walked over to him and tied something around his neck. He held the charm in his hand. It was pink, ruffled, and had beads hanging down. He looked up at his mother questioningly.

"I got it from a store. The lady was selling tarot cards and hand-readings. She promised that this would rid anyone of all nightmares." His mother said, his voice strained. She left out the part that spoke of risks, for she couldn't imagine what kind of risks there could be for wearing a necklace. And she didn't want to scare her son. He just nodded and dropped it, letting it hang from his neck.

That night, he wore the necklace to bed and closed his eyes. After a while, he finally fell asleep.

In his dream, he was walking through a forest, which he didn't like. He always found horrible things in the forests of his dreams. Suddenly, sunlight seemed to burst through the thick treetops. He looked at the ground and flowers sprouted all around his feet and the base of the trees. He smiled slightly, when all of a sudden, he could hear singing. The voice sounded like wind blowing through the trees, over the grass, through the flowers. Like it was part of the forest.

I can take you anywhere.
I can make you smile.
I can make your dreams come true.
So please stay for a while.

I can do most anything.
I have more power than the sun.
I want to be your favourite friend,
So please come have some fun.

He walked towards the voice, and he saw a beautiful girl standing there. She was singing to the creatures around her. There were two butterflies flitting around her, a little owl, a velvet-like horse, what appeared to be some sort of dragon, and a little winged person. He stared in amazement as she sang to the little animals. She turned and noticed him standing there. Her smile was enough to light up the world, and he felt as though he was standing in front of someone very important. She had a ring of flowers around her ear and a mall tiara on her head, showing that I was correct about her importance. I was about to fall on my knees in front of her, when she laughed. Her laugh was like raindrops hitting delicate flower petals.

"Please, no need to be so serious." she said kindly. Her voice sounded like birdsong and choruses of angels. "This place is for having fun and finding peace!"

He stared quietly at the young princess. She walked closer to him, her radiant smile turning into a soft one. "What is your name, dreamer?" she asked.

"Harren. Not like the bird, though." he said simply. "What is your name, princess?" he asked.

She giggled her rain-and-flower laugh. "I'm hardly a princess. However, I am the owner of this place. All of the things here answer to me. But I'm giving this place to you." she said.

"To me? Why to me?"

"Because your dreams cannot belong to anyone else! Anything you want, all you have to do is ask, and it will be done." she explained.

"You still haven't told me your name." he pointed out.

She flashed her eye-blinding smile one more time before finally opening her mouth.

"Arianna..."



I'll write more later. X3

[micah]

" { What kind of butterfly doesn't use its wings?
What kind of songbird doesn't sing?
What kind of person doesn't use their voice,
what kind of person has no choice?
What kind of person is too afraid to fly,
what kind of person is far too shy? }

All kinds of trepidation exist, they flourish, they d a n c e;
They trip you into some kind of trance,
Expecting, collecting, trying to see why they're reconnecting-
Without you, a million miles away, smiles on their faces.
Faces. Faces. Millions of different faces.
Better than yours, you say, in better places.

But - if - you - could - see
That their faces are all the same, same game,
Same way of playing up your shame,
To weaken you and destroy you from the inside out-
Mhm, hm, mmm, please don't pout!
I'm only trying to help you, wet eyes!
I promise none of these things are lies!--

So if you would please,
Please, please, if not for me do it so you may see-
Take off the blindfold, you're slipping into a mold--!
I promise you can live without it.
I promise you can see without it.
It's spreading to the rest of you,
And I do fear you'll be consumed, asking who?
Who could've done such a thing, taken such a dream?
Tried to hide the eye's own gleam?


Please, please, if not for me,
Take off the blindfold so you may see.
I promise the world is not a cold, dead place,
I promise that the world would love to see your face. "

[C#40s T#30ry]

Um, I maaay have gotten some inspiration from the above post... but I promise the story's completely different. And maybe creepy. Just a bit.





Eyes wide, she tilts her head, looking at me. An odd smile plays across her face.
I gasp. "No..."

But she does. She reaches for her neck, slowly untying the black cloth wrapped there.

"Zaya, no. Please..."

I back up in fear, looking frantically from side to side. Please let there be someone...
But there is nobody here, nobody but the slim girl across from me. She's got the cloth untied by now, putting it to her eyes...
I've seen this before. In my nightmares I've watched it happen, frozen in place as the scientists exclaim. "Oh, but look at how the universe listens to her! She's actually using the observer effect to make him cease to exist!"... But there are no scientists here. This is no dream where I wake up panting, sticky sheets stuck to my back, remembering the sensation of being torn apart cell from cell, atom from atom, quark from quark. This is real.
...Oh god. I can still see all those hamsters fading out of existence.
She's tying the strings on the blindfold, smiling that small smile of hers. This will be that last thing that I see.
"Please. Zaya, listen to me. Don't do this. You know me. I--"
Suddenly she's in front of me, her finger on my lips. "Tuh tuh." she clucks, waving her finger under my nose.
Dumbfounded, I can only watch as she skips away.
"Please..." I breath. I can't tell if she hears me. "Please..."
She starts to sing, her childish voice going up and down in the classic child's tune.

"Can't see you
you're not here
If I can't see
you disappear"

As she repeats the verse, I can feel myself slipping.

I get philosophical, my mind refusing to believe what's happening. I can't hate her.
I don't think she's even aware of what she's doing. She probably won't think of me by tomorrow, except maybe to ask where I am. She'll be disappointed, confused when they just look away and hurry out of the room.
The most powerful thing in the world, and it's controlled by a child.
Zaya means Destiny, or fate. Maybe this was mine.

I smile, and the universe dissolves around me.


...Yeah, my brain comes up with weird things around midnight...
I imagine her song being like the song in the Buffy episode "Hush", sing-song and atonal. Of course, the subject matter is completely different.
Any suggestions, story-wise?

[s y n]

Quinn .&. James
[♂] .&. [♂]

His effervescent eyes are hopeful pools to the future; Crystalized blue, in the lightest of shades that any mortal man could possess. He's a vivacious one, eluding the negativity of life and somehow managing to be the light of everybody's day wherever his path may take him. I've always admired him. His bravery, his beatitude. The way he can always manage a carefree smile in the darkest of depths. I only wish I could be like him.

But opposites attract, no?

I was nothing like that boy. He thought the world was magnificent, and found beauty in the simple everyday things that we take for granted. He would often stop me to smell the flowers. It irritated me, that he continuously forced me to stop every five minutes to focus on something that I saw every single day when I walked to work. I saw these things daily, why make me focus on it? There was nothing special about the dandelions popping stubbornly out of the grass in front of my corperate workplace; They were not flowers. They were weeds, ugly blemishes on the face of green.

"But all things in life are to be cherished, Quinn."

He would insist sweetly. I would simply roll my eyes at him. The boy was so naive, so gullible. He thought the world was happy and he'd believe anything you told him. His fragile little heart was broken so easily, his emotions so weak, uncontrollable. I'd never seen a full-grown man cry at the sight of a deceased animal until I took a walk through the forests with him. Every bit of my negativity, my darkness, how I constantly shut him out... All of them were like blades to his heart.

And I threw a blade too many.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Follow me, everything is alright.
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night.
And if you wanna leave
I can guarantee-

You won't find nobody else like me.

[Parachutes]

Quinn .&. James
[♂] .&. [♂]

His effervescent eyes are hopeful pools to the future; Crystalized blue, in the lightest of shades that any mortal man could possess. He's a vivacious one, eluding the negativity of life and somehow managing to be the light of everybody's day wherever his path may take him. I've always admired him. His bravery, his beatitude. The way he can always manage a carefree smile in the darkest of depths. I only wish I could be like him.

But opposites attract, no?

I was nothing like that boy. He thought the world was magnificent, and found beauty in the simple everyday things that we take for granted. He would often stop me to smell the flowers. It irritated me, that he continuously forced me to stop every five minutes to focus on something that I saw every single day when I walked to work. I saw these things daily, why make me focus on it? There was nothing special about the dandelions popping stubbornly out of the grass in front of my corperate workplace; They were not flowers. They were weeds, ugly blemishes on the face of green.

"But all things in life are to be cherished, Quinn."

He would insist sweetly. I would simply roll my eyes at him. The boy was so naive, so gullible. He thought the world was happy and he'd believe anything you told him. His fragile little heart was broken so easily, his emotions so weak, uncontrollable. I'd never seen a full-grown man cry at the sight of a deceased animal until I took a walk through the forests with him. Every bit of my negativity, my darkness, how I constantly shut him out... All of them were like blades to his heart.

And I threw a blade too many.

This is wonderful! I love it! You are quite a talented writer.

[the timey thing]

Father Terak-------------Mother Teraca
Which came out with.....

Serain, The blind kid...

"Mom, Dad, why can't I be normal? I mean, everyone hates me... I feel so alone. Why are you ignoring me?! Mom?! Dad?!"

I was worthless.... Someone you could call that had no emotions. But did I? I'm not stupid, but why am I called that? I can't seem to open my eyes, for all I see is Darkness. Maybe life is no more then a simple void, wanting to engulf you with death and sorrow. But how come people say they love me? I don't understand, please help me... Or do you think I'm stupid, worthless, and heartless? Maybe I should leave, leave this place and never come back. But what if I get hurt? What would I do then? Please, help me! I need you!

I wanted to just give you a small little piece for the blind little girl. If you enjoy it, comment and I might write a real story. c;

[voidsounds]

Father Terak-------------Mother Teraca
Which came out with.....

Serain, The blind kid...

"Mom, Dad, why can't I be normal? I mean, everyone hates me... I feel so alone. Why are you ignoring me?! Mom?! Dad?!"

I was worthless.... Someone you could call that had no emotions. But did I? I'm not stupid, but why am I called that? I can't seem to open my eyes, for all I see is Darkness. Maybe life is no more then a simple void, wanting to engulf you with death and sorrow. But how come people say they love me? I don't understand, please help me... Or do you think I'm stupid, worthless, and heartless? Maybe I should leave, leave this place and never come back. But what if I get hurt? What would I do then? Please, help me! I need you!

I wanted to just give you a small little piece for the blind little girl. If you enjoy it, comment and I might write a real story. c;

Please write more! I love this!