| asherwy's ioo scene challenge | you can post :3

[raey]

ooooooooooooookaaaaaay
at first I wanted to say - hoooow cute
then I read the rest, that was scary dude O.o really scary

But besides of this, I really looove the way you wrote here in the perspective of little georgina...really well done
*nodding approvingly*

[Asherwy]

huehue
pretty scary eh?
huehue
who am i kidding i need practice with this
i want it to cause NIGHTMARES
seriously

also: why tahnk ya
-bows-
it was really hard writing in the perspective of a little girl

[raey]

very slowly I fear these nightmares (and if you are just practising I'm sure you will master this very soon) are a pay-back for the Mr. Cuteness Overlords
(gosh that was a baaaad pun)
- slowly steps back -
- hold heart well guarded -

[Asherwy]

-evil laugh-
this is indeed pay-back
for killing me
and intending to kill me after you've revived me
-stares at heart maliciously-

[raey]

- holds heart even tighter -
#Mine
yes I'm aware that this was really mean
and I am not intending anything...never...not me
- shake head wildly -

[casimir]

So many talented comrades. Ash, (if I may call you that), these are wonderful.
Ah, I do think I've found some new favorite tales.
Please, keep going with these marvelous scenes.
I am enjoying them all too well.

[Asherwy]

@casimir - you're too kind, too kind
thank you very much
you may call me anything you like
-elegant bow-
I am pleased that you have found a few, favourites, in this gallery
-smiles politely-
no but seriously thank you so much this means a lot

@nan - you can't hide
you can't escape
-hisses-

[casimir]

Oh you are very welcome!
Your style is impeccable.

[Asherwy]

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luke and doctor greg patterson and fynn and derek

The cacophonous sound of sirens and discordant shouts scraped against each other, grinding Luke's eardrums until the lobes were bleeding from his delirious scratching. Brown irises darted back and forth frantically, his fingers twitching restlessly in unison. He wanted to dig his nails into something. He wanted to sink his teeth into soft, stringy flesh so that he could feel the satisfying sensation of skin stripping off bone marrow as blood as thick as tree sap spattered onto the steamy asphalt of the road.

"Stop! Freeze!" A rough yet uncertain voice caused him to whirl around, dirty blonde strands of hair whipping across his eyes.

The owner of the voice was a heavily built man with defined biceps shielded by the navy blue of his police uniform. Ironically, the man trembled violently as he held his revolver at Luke's head.

A smaller, leaner police officer elbowed his partner angrily, shooting him an urgent yet exasperated look. "You think he understands you? He's mentally unstable!" He hissed.

The larger male didn't take his eyes off of Luke, snarling in reply. "What am I supposed to do then?!"

Beads of cold sweat lined the sides of the smaller officer's face as he shifted from foot to foot. "I don't know! Shoot his legs! Just make sure you don't kill him!"

"I'm not sure if it even is a 'him' anymore." He said, his expression darkening.

Luke's pupils contracted, granting him the look of a wild beast with his tussled hair and mangled clothes, dark red splotches staining the fabric. Savagely sucking in a breath of air, he released an ear-splitting scream that sent the officers reeling backwards.

"FREEEEEZE!!!"

And he leaped from his perch atop the lacerated convertible, blood encrusted nails outstretched towards the group of uniformed men. In panic, the men pulled their triggers and arbitrarily shot at the air, vainly hoping that just one of their shots would save them.

Bullets that found their way into his arms and shoulders had no affect whatsoever, for the boy was too consumed with rage and desperation to pay the pain any attention.

Luke let out a raucous roar that reverberated in the chests of all who heard it. His pale pallor wore a crazed expression as he mutilated and hacked at the bodies who fell victim to his manic massacre. "MEMORIES!" He shrieked, ripping and tearing at anything that was within his grasp. "GIVE," Luke wrenched a woman's nose off and tossed it aside. "THEM," He ruptured a boy's skull. "BACK!" With a final screech, he tore a man's cheeks away and looked towards the sky in an agonised wail, tears streaming down his crimson coated face as the gunshots faded into the background.

"Stop!" A familiar voice called out.

It was followed by another, more gruff tone belonging to a plump, moustached uniformed man. "Hold your fire!" The gunshots ceased until only the crackling of fire and horrified retches and screams could be heard.

Whisking around with a vicious growl, Luke's furious sorrow was met by the greying brown hair of Doctor Greg Patterson who stood perfectly still as two terrified men raced past him. He looked forlorn in the midst of the piercing screams and licking flames.

Five unmoving bodies surrounded Luke, blood streaming relentlessly out of their corpses, creating an ocean of red lapping hungrily at his toes like a pack of ravenous wolves. The boy's scowl softened into an affectionate gaze. What he saw wasn't Doctor Patterson, but Fynn. A calm warmth engulfed him as he stared dreamily into the grey clouds which he thought were his friend's eyes.

"Luke!"

A female voice snapped him out of his trance and he blinked once, sending flakes of dried blood fluttering off his eyelashes. Dragging his gaze away from Doctor Greg Patterson, he slowly registered that the voice who had called his name was Fynn's, and that the grey eyes he was looking into so deeply moments before were someone else's.

He glanced over at Fynn, who was running towards him with Derek by her side. A feeling of euphoria overcame him as he watched his two friends rushing to him, their faces sweaty and littered with dirt. Luke clung to that feeling while he swivelled around to glower at Doctor Greg Patterson, his eyes shooting daggers at the elderly adult. "You..." He rumbled menacingly, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "You LIAR!"

Luke launched himself at the doctor, his face contorted in resentment and outrage. Just as he was about to lash out at the doctor, Fynn threw herself in between the both of them. "Luke! St-"

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[Asherwy]

yes. i cheated
i used a chapter from one of my stories.
i lied.
i lied to everyone.