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Night Blood Chronicles ch.2Chapter 2
Standing outside the door of a small house, Mortis rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for someone to answer. Finally, the door opened revealing an old man standing in the doorway staring at Mortis with startled eyes. The old man told Mortis to come inside, as he stepped aside to let him through. Mortis nodded at him in thanks and went inside the house as the old man closed the door behind him.
"Would you care for a cup of tea?" He asked.
Mortis shook his head before saying, "No thanks I'm fine. I'm actually here to get my gun, so where is it?"
The old man gestured to the bookcase that was against the wall. Mortis walked over to it and took the small silver gun from the top shelf. Mortis weighed it in his hands as he turned it over this way and that; the gun was surprisingly light.
"Are you sure this will get the job done?" Mortis asked suspiciously.
The old man walked over to Mortis and took the gun from his hands before whispering, "This gun can kill numerous vampires
Night Blood ChroniclesNight Blood
A little boy was walking in the woods, the moonlight shining on his back. When he came to a clearing, he was about to turn around. But then he caught sight of a little girl holding a small silver knife in her hand. Her back was towards him when he approached her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm going to kill myself; I just can't live with this anymore. Hey, you're that Mortis boy aren't you?" She wondered.
"Yeah," he answered.
"My parents say that you're horrible, that you should have never been born," the girl said.
"Everyone says that, but I don't care. I'm more worried about you. Please don't kill yourself," Mortis whispered, tears beginning to pool up in his eyes.
The girl took out a small silver knife from her pocket and held it out over her chest. Before she could plunge it towards her heart Mortis grabbed her wrist, taking the knife from her hand and throwing it on the ground.
The little girl looked at him in shock screaming at him, kicking
The end of the queenWith the sun shining outside, anyone would have thought it was just another beautiful day in the kingdom. But Wicked' servants knew better, they knew that she was at war with someone. They weren't sure who their queen was at war with, but by the way the earth trembled day after day.
They knew without a doubt, that it had to be someone close to her, for the earth to be so restless. The day finally came when they received their answer. It came in the form of a boy. The boy was merely a massager sent by Cobalt to speak a message to their queen. The servants opened the gates and led the boy toward Wicked' throne room.
Wicked was seen sitting on top of her throne, trying to appear composed and collected. The boy walked toward her throne and kneeled on the ground before her. Wicked glared at the boy, as she motioned for him to say what he had come here for.
"My queen Cobalt wanted me to say that she never cared about you. That she was only your friend, because you were useful," t
Knowing what I amI'm trying not to pay mind
to the constant pushing and shoving
Trying to hold on
trying to be the better person
in this hell hole that I have
somehow slipped into
finding myself about to snap
wanting to fight back
and wondering all the while
this is a test
that I'm currently failing
thoughts ponder through my mind
I know I'm not special
know I'm not smart or cunning
that I'm bitter and angry
I'm hostile toward people
because I don't trust
hostile toward men
more so then I am to anyone.
Hate who I am
yet I can't seem to change
knowing I don't deserve
to be held in anyone's arms
to share their problems
or their beloved dreams
I know I don't deserve
but I can't seem
to want to
shake this small feeling
that someone out there
will see and know
the psycho that I truly am
but instead of steering clear
out of my path
he'll smile and laugh
at my childish ways
and instead will
still adore me anyway.
but I hide and leave
because I know
The deadful callIt was raining heavily, a storm that has only just began. Wicked was walking amongst that rain, holding a hand over her bleeding injury. Wherever her feet touched she heard the earth calling out to her, trying to comfort their mistress. Wicked smiled down sadly, knowing that whatever the earth had to offer was not enough to heal her.
Wicked, exhausted after her long journey, fell down on the hard and comforting ground. She sighed in content, as droplets of rain fell on her. Earlier that day, someone she had trusted shot her in the stomach. Blood dripping down, Wicked had struggled her way out of the kingdom looking for a place to turn to. But she was hurt with no one and nowhere to go to.
Everyone had turned their back on her, and judged her in some way. Wicked knew this day was coming, she had told herself over and over that she was prepared. After all, it's what she deserved. The reality of it was that she wasn't quite as prepared as she thought she was. She was taken by surprise and
Blood-stained queenOnce upon a time there were three kingdoms that were ruled by three queens. The three queens ruled their lands fair and all the townspeople loved them. Truth be told they got along well with each other. Neither of them having been married spent most of their time in their lands nor visiting each other. The elder of the queens was named Wicked; she had power over the earth. She was a caring person, if you didn't do anything that she saw fit to punish you with. She might not have been the smartest person around, but she was a force to be reckoned with. Her wrath was known throughout the kingdom, and she took pleasure in it.
The second eldest of the queens was named Cobalt; she had power over the element of water. She was an interesting and calm person, with lots of ideas running around in her head. Now the last queen was named Ruby; she had power over the element of fire. She was perhaps one of the smartest queens out of those three. Ruby ruled her land with an iron fist, she was someone
Small HopeI don't think people care
I don't think I'm important
to anyone or anything
I'm scared to let
afraid they would
complain and roll their eyes
about me and my never-ending issues
afraid they would get tired
of reminding me over and over again
about how important I am
that people really do care
I need to be reminded
of such wonderful things
or else I would find myself
doubting and falling again
no matter how much I want
to make myself believe.
I find myself sitting
about why I
always have to take
things to the extreme?
Do I enjoy
playing the role
of being the one suffering?
Am I just
that I'm worth
starting to believe
that I am important
that the world would grieve
that people really do care
of a small existance
how small that
hope and thought seems
As I cling to that hope
because I know
that I don't want to be
the one suffering
I don't want
to take things to
As I sit here and
Not understandingYou don't understand
You don't want to know
or worry your pretty little heads
about what's going on
inside my own
I could have been dead
or bleeding out on the streets all alone
You could have taken that extra measure
could have cared enough to do so
to see what was wrong.
Let me recount those days
I felt rejected, confused, and alone
my bottle filled to the brim
from holding back so long
that I should've just let go
I was having suicidal thoughts
thinking of finally giving up and letting go
my depression at an all-time high
of course I chose life and God instead
but I have been fighting these demons
trying to control them
instead they have got me under
Fine is what I can assure you I am.
Even so I need to
take care of myself right now
can't help anyone along the way
even if I'm tempted to dear
until my bottle is looking at me empty
I have to mind my tongue
I tend to be moody
and lash out at the slightest thing
signs that I'm not competely cured
no I can't ask for your help
I need to t
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