Monday, February 26, 2007

This song was made for Mustang

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Friday, February 23, 2007

Romeo and Juliet
It's a classical love story and for some reason it's actually good.
Shakespeare was brilliant, because no one esle could pull it off.
I mean it's basically a story about to emo kids who are so wrapped up in each other that they're okay with offing themselves. And somehow Shakespeare makes it work.

Wierd.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007

MEGA-CON WAZ AWESOME!!!!!!

And as it turns out, i completely blew off that dance
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Friday, February 16, 2007

I can't believe i'm going to a freaking dance. It's goind to be uber depressing. I've enever been to a dance before but i'm not good in huge crowds. I usually keep to myself. It was actually a friend who wanted me to go so despreately that bought the ticket.
But really, i can already tell how it's going to be. Loud rap music, immoral dancing, and everyone will be pairing up, which will really be the depressing part. Yeah, frends will be there but my three best friends in all the world are already paired off, leaving me the odd man out as uaual. *sigh* I'll try to make the best of it.
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Thursday, February 1, 2007

I haven't really made a real post in a while.
Life is okay. I've actually been sorta semi-happy lately, which is odd. I wish I had something interesting to talk about, but nothing has happened. Everything is pretty much the same. And I'm actually okay with that.
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Monday, January 29, 2007

This book rox

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Monday, January 22, 2007

funny

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Hey guys
I'm sorta grounded.
I'll try to get on as often as I can.

So, how are all of you?
I'm okay. Still a little confuzzled( oh, that's such a cool word lol)

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Hey
How are you guys?
I'm okay, sorta confused, but fine

Anyway, did any of you ever now a girl named Karen on myotaku?
Please, i'm sorta trying to find her.
She was...a great inspiration.
Thanx
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Saturday, January 6, 2007

My Magnum Opus-I'm sure u guys r busy people, but if u have the time please read this Thanx:)
The color of fear

“Daddy, are we gonna see Elephants and Tigers?” I asked. I was so young. Too young to notice the evil that was seeping from that wretched place.
“Yes,” he said, “and we’ll see the big doggies too.” I remember. For some reason he wanted to see the wolves. He had the crimson eyes. Undoubtedly he saw the wickedness. What was he thinking? As we continued to walk, we saw a variety of animals: Lions with teeth as sharp as steak knives and Giraffes that stood taller then houses. I was so happy. My Father, who was usually out of town on some business venture, had flown all the way from New York to London to be with me on my birthday. With my small hand in his I felt secure. “Nothing could possibly ruin this day,” I thought. Finally we came to the wolves. Together we walked up to the glass of the exhibit and peered in. There wasn’t a wolf, but the landscape was beautifully decorated. There were tall pine trees and large smooth stones so that a wolf could look majestic sitting on top of one. We sat there for a while. I was growing impatient.
“Daddy, can we go?” I asked. “There aren’t any doggies in the-”
“Be patient Ruby,” Father said. He was intent on seeing one of those demons. Then there was silence.
“OWooooooooooo.” That dreadful cry cut the stillness like a guillotine.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. I felt my hear quickening its beat yet all I could say was, “Daddy, I want to go home.” Then I felt his grip loosen. I looked to my left and father was gone. My tiny hand still held on to the space that his hand had once occupied. It was as if he vanished into thin air.
“Where’s Daddy? Where’s Daddy?” That thought kept going back and forth in my head like a ship on troubled seas.
In my panicked state I mustn’t have noticed the large black wolf that had entered the exhibit. It let out a sorrowful cry as if to get my attention. It’s voice was loud and harsh, like nail scratching a chalkboard but underneath is was human like cry, like there was a person trapped in the wolf that couldn’t let himself be heard. The beast’s thundering roar caused me to cup hands over my ears and drop to my knees, shuddering with immense pain. It felt like someone was taking boring a hole in my brain with an electric drill. Then it suddenly stopped and I slowly rose to my feet, still quavering from the cry. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around expecting to see good old dad with his soothing voice telling me that everything was going to be alright. But that’s not what I saw. Instead, the black wolf was there, towering over me. It was huge! Bigger than any bear or tiger. It looked straight at me with large blood-red eyes, not at all different from the eyes I have, and I looked straight at it. At that instant, I could feel the wolf’s gaze as if it was peering into her soul. Its lips curled up into a crooked smile. “I’ve found you,” it said. It’s voice painful to the ears. Then the wolf opened its massive jaws and like a black hole, I’m sucked into its mouth where there is only darkness to greet me.
Then I awake. I’ve had this dream ever since the “incident”. It was my seventh birthday. Father wanted to take me somewhere special, and I’d never been to the zoo before. While at the zoo there was an animal attack. A wolf had escaped, and the only victim was my loving father. A body was never found. The experts just figured that he was completely devoured. It was the first record of a wolf actually eating a human. Everyone was so excited about it that they took almost no notice of me, the seven-year old girl who had lost her father that day and who has loathed wolves ever since.

Chapter 2

I pulled my blanket over my head, hoping that forty-eight hours would simply pass me by. The fact that it wouldn’t frightened me and I was somewhat embarrassed that my fear had forced my mind to create such a naïve thought. Today my eighth grade class is going on a field trip to the London Zoo, Britain’s biggest and most well-known zoo.
I’ve been dreading this day ever since my science teacher, Mr. Oxford, announced the trip. Just the thought of being in that place again with those dreadful creatures made me tremble.
Reluctantly I got out of bed. I knew I would have to face my fears eventually. I dug into the cave of clothing that is my closet and uncovered a shirt I haven’t worn in years. Father bought it for me when he went to New York. It was pink with the letters “Daddy’s Little Girl” written in white on the front. It was sort of awkward to wear, and it was a billion sizes too small, but it reminded me of father. I cover it with a scarlet hooded sweater with fluffy white trim.
Thinking of father brought back so many pleasant memories. I can still recall the way he would hold me in his arms. The memories are so vivid that I can practically feel his big, warm arms around me, shielding me from the world and its cruelties.
“Breakfast is ready,” Mom shouts, snapping me out of my wonderful trance. Together we have a quiet breakfast and she drives me to school.
We were a little late and the bus was waiting for me. I kiss mother good-bye and quickly board the bus. The only empty seats left were in the back. Good. That way I don’t have to sit with one of my incompetent classmates. On my way to the back, the class brat, Kelly Simon, had to make a smart remark about my red sweater.
“Mrs. Claus, what are you doing so far from the North Pole?” she snickered. What an idiot? Was that truly the best insult she could come up with. I monkey could’ve done better. I hadn’t planned on using my eyes on her, but her stupidity was making me go absolutely bonkers. I stopped in the middle of the bus and turned to her, my red eyes blazing. In an instant all of Kelly’s fears, nightmares, and pet peeves became known to me. I could use the information however I felt. But it’s not worth the hassle now to publicly humiliate her in front of the entire class. I’m not that heartless. So, I continue walking to the back. Kelly sits there dumbfounded. My eyes can have that effect on people.
As expected, Violet was also sitting in the back. Her headphones turned up so loud that strangers wondered if she could still here. The truth is, she couldn’t. She used the music to tune out the bombardment of thoughts that emanated from the world around her. She was mute, deaf, and blind, but communicated through thought. A telepath.
When we were all seated, Mr. Oxford stood. He had an announcement.
“Thanks to the education board realizing what a wonderful learning experience this trip will be they have granted my request for a second day. We’ll be coming back tomorrow.” The bus erupted in applause. But I sat still as a statue. A second day?! I hate the thought of coming here at all. Fear and panic overtook me. Violet gripped my hand, ushering peaceful thoughts into my mind. “You’ll be fine,” she says. “You’re strong.”

Chapter 3

After an hour, we arrived at the zoo. Violet’s fingers were still entwined in mine. Through physical contact she could see what I saw and hear what I heard. Her mind swept through mine like a chilling winter breeze, uncovering every nook and cranny of my troubled psyche. She could hear my thoughts and I heard hers. There were no secrets. We knew each other in and out.
As we departed the bus, the teacher started putting everyone in pairs. We were supposed to write a two-page essay on an animal and its niche in the environment. The other students stared at us. I could feel their thoughts through Violet, though she tried to block them from my mind. “Lesbo, queer, homos.” These words flashed across their undeveloped brains. So little did they understand. Violet was my friend. Our relationship was above anything physical. My mind flared with anger. How I would have loved to bring up their most horrific memories right before their eyes. To show them the carnage and perversity of their minds in an illusion so powerful that most of them would be screaming for me to kill them by the chimera’s end. But Violet pleaded that I not be callous towards them.
After the pairs were picked we were set loose in the zoo.
So together Violet and I spent the day seeing as much as we possibly could. Even though we never so much as glanced at the exhibit, I can still feel the wolf’s evil. I can still see that dark beast staring at me with those horrible red eyes.


CHAPTER 4

We survived the day! With a sigh of relief, I boarded the bus knowing that in just an hour I’d be in my warm bed, sipping cocoa, and catching up on my latest novel. After half an hour, everyone was asleep. Even Violet. I couldn’t sleep. Those piercing red eyes still plagued me. I wonder. Do I scare people? Do they look at me and see my ruby eyes and assume me a monster? Trying to shake the thought, I look through the bus window. There is a light fog. The normally crowded streets are eerily desolate. The sky was abnormally dark. There was no moon and no visible stars. I see a dark figure along side the bus. Must be a carriage toting some impatient wealthy duchess to a ball of some sort. The carriage moves closer, slowly taking a definitive shape. Then it emerges from the fog like a bloodhound from hell. It’s jet black fur was almost indistinguishable from the darkness around it. But it’s blood red eyes shone brightly against the buss’s lights. I felt them digging into the dark places of my heart. Uncovering my fears. And I was helpless to it. The bus must’ve been going at least forty mph. But this demon kept up with it with what looked like minimal effort. It turned it’s massive head to me and smiled. The same demented smile that I had seen so long ago. “You won’t escape me ever again.” It said, its voice echoing in my mind.
But just then, the bus rounded a corner, we were back at school, and the creature was gone.




CHAPTER 5

I tried to sleep but those cruel eyes kept awakening me. I slowly got out of bed and cautiously creped to mom’s room. She had probably gone through the same thing and knew what to do. Mother was usually writing in her journal at around this time. I always found it interesting that she, a grown women, still kept a journal.
“M-Mom?” I whispered, my voice and body still shaking from the last nightmare.
“Yes,” mother said. Her tone was soft and caring. So much so that I broke down upon hearing it and the events of the day spewed up like word vomit.
“I knew this was coming,” mom said, “but I thought it better for you to handle it on your own. You know, learn from your mistakes…I won’t help you. This is something that you must figure out for yourself.” I was overcome by loss. My mother, the only other person in this world that I had to turn wouldn’t help me at all. What was I supposed to do? Go to the zoo tomorrow and let the wolf slaughter me like it did my father?! Was that what mother wanted? If not than how does she expect me to confront this? I felt so disbanded. Like I had no one else to shelter me. I wish…I wish dad was here. He’d cradle me in his arms and protect me from this evil. I felt hot tears rushing down my face. I knew I’d never see him again. Then suddenly and upsurge of anger filled me, like hot water bubbling over a pot. It was that bloody wolf’s fault! It has caused me and mom so much pain. I’m going to kill that damned wolf! I’m going to avenge my father. A burning feeling moved up my arm. It felt good. Like there was some unknown power that I was tapping into. The sensation flowed from my fingertips. My red hair danced wildly on my head and I could see an indigo aura radiating from my body. The entire room begins to shake. Objects start to float upwards as if someone has turned off the gravity. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it!
“Cease!” mother boomed in a voice that seemed to be commanding the darkness itself. In that instant I’m calmed, like a hurricane that was suddenly silenced. My hair settles neatly on my shoulders, and the indigo aura along subsides. Every thing in the room falls back into place with a thump. My heart is pounding. I look to my mother, with resentment and confusion. I felt like I was rudely awoken from a glorious dream. It was as if my fear transformed me into something else.
“Mom, what’s happening to me?” With a sigh of relief, her mother replied, “The fear in your heart is personifying itself.” I could feel it coming. Another brief history lesson.
“Cheri Leto was the warrior queen of the Krimsin Kingdom. Then one day the kingdom was challenged by a vicious warlord named Oakimai. In order to confront this evil, Burgeen the mage granted Cheri crimson eyes. One of there main abilities was to personify darkness so that it could be easier fought or purified. What the mage didn’t know was that Cheri had a fear of the dark. She always slept with a candle on and always called for assistance when she had to traverse the castle at night. And as you know, fear is a path to darkness. After receiving the eye, Cheri was forced to confront her fear and the warlord, but the darkness in her soul had personified. She had to destroy the very darkness she created. This cost her, her life and left her initial purpose only half done. That’s why you have to face your fear right now before it’s too late.” I looked away, hugged mother, then headed back to my room. I saw the path I need to follow. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I knew what I had to do.

CHAPTER 6

I awoke feeling nervous, tense, and maybe even a little excited. When I boarded the bus I went straight to the empty seat next to Violet. My hand gripped hers, our minds merged, and the events of last night poured into her brain.
“We’ll face this evil together,” she said. I didn’t want to put her in harms way, but I knew that once her mind was set it was almost impossible to change. When we got off the bus Violet and I slowly made our way to the wolf’s pen. I never thought I’d willingly come back to this dreadful place. We stopped in front of the exhibit and sat at the bench in front of the enclosure. There was one other person at the bench. He had long silver hair, but didn’t look that old. My red eyes searched the exhibit. Where are they?
“Not here.” The voice came from the man. I gave him a sideways glance. I felt Violet’s smile as she took in the sight of the stranger. “A wolf has not lived here since the incident six years ago.” His voice was smooth and enticing. It sounded vaguely familiar. I think I’ve heard it before. Maybe in a dream?
“What do you know of the event nine years ago?” I ask. And how did he know what I was thinking?
“Everything. I was there.” He turned to face me. His hair shrouded his face and he was wearing sunglasses though this was London and know one had seen the sun for weeks.
“What’s your name stranger?”
“Kami,” The name echoed in my mind. “I’m sure you have many questions, but this isn’t the place. Follow me.” With that he got up and silently walked away.
Violet’s mind sounds a warning, and I agree. Is does sound a little weird.
“Should we follow him?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. But he was an interesting one,” she says, grinning. She sounded like a nosy little girl. Violet was as morbid as they come but even she looses her cool around guys. I saw no darkness in him. I guess we could pursue. Come to think of it, yesterday the wolf’s evil seemed to exist in everything. Now, I couldn’t feel it at all. Where had the evil gone? After a second of thought we ran after Intei. He walked towards the zoo’s entrance. We saw him leaving. Hesitantly we also exited the zoo, we had all day tickets and who would notice the absence of two weirdoes. We tried to catch up with him but for some reason we always stayed a few yards behind. The suffocating crowds made it difficult, even with my blazing eyes clearing a path. He turns a corner into an alley. I’m struck with a pang of fear. Where is he leading us? Can we trust him? What if it’s a trap? Then I feel Violets tranquil mind soothing my panicky thoughts.
“You doubt everything,” she says. “Therein your problem lies. Trust yourself.” I take a deep breath to calm myself and turned to face her. Her dull, pale eyes are expressionless but I feel her thoughts. There is no one else I would rather have at my side. She knows me better than any human could hope to know another. I love her.
We round the corner that Kami took. It leads into a long alley. He stands at the end of it. His back is turned to us. We slowly walk to him. I wipe away all my suspicions. I’m trusting this stranger blindly. It doesn’t feel right, but I trust Violet. She must see something in his mind worth listening to.
When we reach a comfortable distance, as if on cue he turns around. A powerful gale blows past us and whips the hair from his face. He pulls of the sunglasses and drops them to the ground. Two solemn red eyes look at me.
“Father!?” I shout. “No, this is impossible. You were killed. The wolves ate you, bones and all.”
“True, the never found a body but I wasn’t eaten. My physical form was taken from me that day and replaced with one more…canine.”
“You became a wolf?! How?”
Suddenly his voice became desperately urgent. His face contorted. He started to cry out in pain, gripping his head with his hands.
“Kill me! Kill me before the fiend gets loose!” he cried. He slowly begun to change. Fur started to grow rapidly on his body. His fingers stretched to twice there normal size and his nails grew to a point. His ears grew long and pointed, his nose extended into a snout. All the while we looked on in horror. “Kill me!” she yelled once more. His clothes ripped as he grew larger. He was trapped between the wolf and his human side. A werewolf.
“Do as he says,” Violet commands. Is she crazy! This was my father. I don’t exactly understand it but we must save him. All those years of yearning for his smile and he was standing right there in front of me. There must be some way to get rid of the wolf. He growled and thrashed, but he wouldn’t touch us. You could see in his eyes that he was doing all he could to keep the wolf from ripping us to pieces. He couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Decision time.
“Kill him!” Violet shouted in my head. No, I can’t.
“Run!” he snarls. He’s still changing. Becoming more wolf-like. When he becomes a full-fledged wolf they’ll be nothing holding it back.
So we ran. We sped out of the alley trying to dodge as many people as possible. Everyone who saw us got out of the way. On the sidewalk or street, it didn’t matter. Whether it was a bus or a car, I didn’t care. Violet and I simply ran as far and as fast as she could. I started to cry. The truth of the matter hit me like a ton of bricks. My father, the man I longed for more than anyone else in the entire world, had become my worst nightmare, a dreadful monster whose only purpose is to slaughter me.
“That’s not the real reason,” Violet said. Our frantic run had digressed into a jog. “Your father’s body can’t take the stress anymore. That white hair isn’t for show. The wolf, Oakimai, has almost completely drained your father of his life energy. He’s looking for a new body.” Almost instantly I felt something in my mind click like the last piece to a puzzle that fit perfectly into place. Oakimai! Cheri Leto had left the job half done. She personified him into a wolf and left him in that state. The wolf’s instinct over centuries of time, had driven the sanity from this man. Leaving him a deranged blood thirsty killer. He needed a crimson eyed person to change him back to a human. But my father was smarter than that. He let Oakimai to his body so that he could keep him under some amount of control until I became old enough to finish the job.
We stooped were we were, gasping for air, and turned around to see the wolf closing the gap between us. I had to destroy it for good. My poor father hand struggled with that thing inside him for six years. He at least deserved to die as a human. Violet felt my thought and burst into tears. Her overwhelming grief flooded my mine and I too began to cry again. It was my misdirected fear that started this whole ordeal. It wasn’t the wolf, I was really afraid of. It was loosing my father. The wolf galloped towards us on all fours. It’s pink tongue hung out the side of it’s mouth. It’s black fur bristling. My fear manifested itself by feeding this creature with a steady supply over hatred. Though now I really hated myself. It was me who screwed up. My darkness was like a signal flare to Oakimai’s red eyes. He couldn’t survive in dad’s body long because he didn’t provide the anger that the creature strived for. But my vengeful soul must’ve looked perfect.
I spied a sharp piece of glass on the ground. Perfect. The wolf was almost here. It’ll all be over soon. The creature struck me, clawing its way into my heart. Yes, feed on the fear you bastard. It disappeared inside me. I picked up the shard of glass. Violet’s sweaty hand tightened and I felt her prying at my mind. Wait, NO! She’s taking the wolf into herself.
“No!” I scream, but it’s too late. She grabs the glass from my hand and lets go. While falling she pierces herself through the heart. My best friend, my beloved one. She was gone. She saved me. I held her hand while her consciousness drifted into oblivion. I sobbed, but no tears came out. Only choking noises escaped my dry throat. My father lay were the wolf once was. His body disintegrating into dust. Violet’s hands became cold in mine and I let go. I stood, my pants stained from sitting in her blood.
Around her neck she wore a beautifully ordained heart locket. I unlatched it and opened it. Inside was a picture of me and Violet at her tenth birthday party. Etched on the other side of the locket were the words, “Red is the color of fear.”




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