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

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YES IT HAS HAPPENED
THIS IS WHERE THINGS GET COMPLICATED
And thank you, it's always fun to write about Ahzzya complaining

I just noticed something though
I'm almost done with Again
Like I probably have around 5 (give or take) more pages until I have finished Again and need to work on the sequel
So when I'm done with this, I will probably take a 2 year (once again, give or take) haitus so I can revamp the whole novel, edit it, add more and add illustrations.
And I must apologize, But Again isn't coming back to CS after that. It only ever came here so that I can see how much interest it could get. I don't want to post the second novel and get my ideas stolen. (Trust me, if someone tries to just go off the first one, the plot holes will be bigger than Asia. I know, I spent months trying to fill them and still ended up needing help from Padlock Heart.)
So yeah, when I'm done with Again and have it published, ya'll are gonna have to wait about a year or more for the next one to come out.
And just in case you were wondering, the second one will probably be called Back to the Beginning.

Also, on a kinda unrelated note
For now on He/Him/His will be written in all CAPS. Because it so hard to know who I'm talking about if I write "He" at the beginning of the sentence.
And yes, just now Rokko was refering to HIM.

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i'm so getting both when they come out.

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Thank you so much!

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<3

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The creature was about the most horrifying thing Ahzzya had ever seen. Half human with dark feathers on the other side of its body, spreading like a plague onto the human side. Its eyes were beady and red, staring Ahzzya down with a paralyzing effect. He vaguely noticed the dirty blonde hair on the human side and the horrible scar torn through its neck.
Fight or flight, those weren’t the only reactions to fear. Ahzzya found that out the hard way. He literally could not move. It was like he had been turned to ice. All he could do was watch as the creature ran towards him, the odd mixture of human and Zver made for a very lopsided and slow combination. He could hear Korom yelling at him, could hear the gunshots ring out as Rokko tried to stop the thing, but he still couldn’t do anything.
That was until a burst of pain slammed right into his face. He felt the force of it knock him back, snapping him out of his frozen fear. He looked up to see Korom with her fingers curled into fists, her arm cocked back, ready to punch him again. The realization of everything dawned on him and he let out a string of curses.
Time had seemed to slow during his fear, or at least it had to, as the creature had barely made it halfway across the room.
Even so a cold panic burst through Ahzzya’s nerves. He scrambled to the sword stand, grabbing one and swiping around. The blade glinted in the white lights as it arched, the creature was seconds away from lunging. There was a splatter of blood as the sword went into the creature’s shoulder, an unearthly scream. Ahzzya found himself scrambling away, his fingers painfully gripping the hilt of the sword. Before he even knew where he was going, Ahzzya found himself scrambling up the staircase, taking two at a time. He knew he shouldn’t have been that afraid, he had fought and killed Zvers all the time. But never in such a small place, not with a sword that was too light for him, and definitely never against one that looked human. He killed more Zvers to count. Never a human. He wouldn’t kill a human. He couldn’t. But he knew that wasn’t the reason for his fear. This thing was part human. A human could turn into a Zver. And even that idea filled him with such a sense of horror that he couldn’t do anything but run.
He eventually reached the last door. The end of the staircase. His breath came out in frantic gasps. He could hear the footsteps of his pursuer below him. Every now and then he would hear a gunshot, but each one obviously missed. His hand went to the handle. He grabbed it and started tugging frantically. It was locked. A desperate scream rose from his throat. He threw his body at the door, expecting the door to dent at least. The once supposed brittle door didn’t even give. He threw his body at the door again. Each footstep of the creature forced more adrenaline through his veins. Each shriek shut his mind down more. Until only two things remained, fear and danger. He needed to kill the creature. Running wasn’t possible anymore. But he needed a bigger space. He turned his body around. His feet scampered down the staircase. He came to the next door in a few seconds. This one opened.
He stumbled into the room and turned around to face his fear. He was too late to attack. The creature was already in mid lunge. All he was able to do was hold the sword in front of him before he was knocked over. His head struck the ground, making his head spin, the creature drove its knees into Ahzzya’s gut, forcing the air out of his lungs. His sword was held in both hands, the flat of the blade pressed into his palms and the edges driving into his fingers. He saw blood trickled down his arm. The creature was on top of him, its body forcing the sword closer to Ahzzya. Lucky it was only able to reach Ahzzya with its claws, but the creature seemed more intent on tearing him to pieces with its teeth.
It gnashed its teeth, snarling and screaming. Ahzzya couldn’t tell if his own screams were in that mix too. His arms burned. He had never prided himself on working out, and now he regretted it. He could feel himself weakening, barely able to hold the creature off. He couldn’t last like this.
And then Ahzzya saw Rokko finally enter the room. He raised his pistol and aimed it right at the creature’s head. And then; he stopped. Ahzzya could feel the creature getting closer, his arms growing weaker. Why wasn’t Rokko shooting?
“Help.” Ahzzya tried to say, his voice strained with effort. The next time it came out louder. “Help me. Please. Rokko help.”
He needed to survive. That’s all that went through Ahzzya’s mind. He couldn’t die yet. He was only fifteen freaking years old. He would survive even if he had to beg.
“Rokko please save me!” Ahzzya cried. “Please. Didn’t you promise to protect me?!”
And then, Ahzzya’s arms gave out. He braced himself for the pain of teeth ripping into his skin, but instead only heard a gunshot. The creature slumped forward, a deadweight on his body. Ahzzya was too exhausted to push it off. He turned his head and saw the pistol drop from Rokko’s hand. Rokko collapsed to the floor, emptied of any life. And then he did something that Ahzzya had never heard Rokko do before. He started to cry. No, not cry, he sobbed. The type of the sob that had a few screams of the pain of heartbreak in the mix.

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*sobs*

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... O.O
... got me right in the feelz...
:'( *sobs violently in the corner*

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*laughs evilly* Yes everything is turning out exactly as planned
sorry not sorry //shot

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It all made sense. The mysterious disappearances, the appearance of Zvers, the fact that Zvers were still alive even though they didn’t have means of reproduction, Rokko’s lack of depression to Dylan’s supposed death, Rokko’s exaggerated limp, his bandages, even The theory that those who went home never actually went home and the basement which no one had ever really stepped foot in. It made sense. In a sickening way.
Zvers were humans.
It was that simple. All the questions, all the lies, all the secrets, everything could be explained with those three words, Zvers were humans. It had to be. The people who had disappeared between the appearance of the dark fog and now had turned into Zvers. The fog and the venom, it wasn’t meant to kill. It was meant to control. That was why Rokko wasn’t dead.
Ahzzya was shaking. He crawled from under the dead body, his breath coming out ragged and frantic. His body was shaking. And then a horrible realization dawned on him. He had killed hundreds of Zvers, he had committed mass murder. Something rose up into his throat and before he knew it all the contents of his stomach was spilled on the floor.
He had killed. Nothing to stop that one phrase from entering his mind. Not only that though, he had forced Rokko to kill his best friend. He couldn’t live with himself anymore.
“I’m sorry.” His voice came out raw and hoarse. “I really am. I panicked. I should’ve died. I wish I had.” Ahzzya could feel his own tears dripping down his face. He could still hear Rokko sobbing.
But then he heard a whisper, so venomous and filled with hate that Ahzzya wished he had been the one to die even more.
“I hate you.”
“Huh?”
“Dylan was my best friend. I knew him my whole life.” Rokko’s voice was so cold that Ahzzya didn’t even recognize it. “I lost my whole family, just like everyone else here, Dylan was the last thing I had left to live for. You made me kill him. When this over, I swear I will kill you. I will avenge his death.”
All Ahzzya could do was nod. He was too numb, too shocked for that to even sink in. “When what is over?” He asked, it barely came out in more than a choked whisper. He didn’t get a reply. And then Korom came in, breathless from running up the staircase. Breaking the silence in the air.
“Oh my gosh, Ahzzya! Are you ok?” She asked, coming up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder, a gesture that was supposed to be comforting. Ahzzya felt nothing. “I told the guard what happened. They are trying to maintain order right now. I just had to come make sure you were ok, I’m glad you are.”
Korom didn’t get an answer, Ahzzya just stared off into the distance. Shock forcing him into a state of depression.
“Ahzzya?” She asked. Her voice compassionate. “What’s wrong? Why are you both crying?”
“It was a lie.” The same haunted tone as before.
“What’s that?”
“It was all a lie. The people who disappeared never died. They turned into Zvers.” Ahzzya explained. “Rokko called this one Dylan."

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THE FEEEEEEEEELS!!!!!!!