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Working piece. woman. related to story.
I drew this last tuesday, when i was being all depressed and writing my story, so i kinda wanted some art to back it up, plus im going to draw more as i write the story as im such a freak.
Drew this just this morning, i woke up, had a friend (and when i mean friend i mean sex friend) round and he was slumped on my bed and he looked so cute, so i got out some paper and drew him, he actually questioned me when i sat there and started drawing infront of him in my underwear xD (akward moment) but i couldn't resist, it took around 10 minutes to draw as it was just rough, but i loved his pose.
Ive been working roughly 3 hours on this since last week, haven't really thought of much else to do on it, but since i gave up on my others, i thought i might aswell make a solid atempt at a story.
This is only 2 pages worth of writing, so not that much compared to what it looks like.
If you do read it, please leave any feedback, mistakes, improvements, i definatly want this story to work so....
“The only question remains is…will you yield in time?” the voice spoke clearly in the back of his mind.
He wasn’t bothered to threats, but when they involve his nation, he cannot help but question whether he is meant to be where he has been placed.
He sat quietly in his throne room, pondering his thoughts and if the ever growing pain on the side of his head would cease, he knew they where waiting, an army, sent from the outer nation to eliminate him.
Only to take what he must fight for, what he born to fight for, the last crystal.
His cheek rested on his tightly gripped hand, while his other hand rested on the chairs arm, he rose.
Calmly and slowly stepping towards his exit, his face firmly fixed into its position, his mind clear of his actions,
He opened and stepped outside the doors, only to be confronted with nearly over 500 soldiers, he saw his disciples, lifeless on the ground before him, a couple lay on the stairs as he began to walk down them.
The soldiers locked their targets on him and began fire without resistance, still he kept walking down the stairs as the bullets passed him, only when bullets reached him, they where deflected, still hundreds of shots fired in his direction, but still deflected when they came within striking distance of the man making his way down the first flight of stairs, as he reached the bottom of the first flight he stood and held his hand out, only to show his concealed protection, an array of weapons. They quickly spun around him, deflecting more bullets in his path, and then he chose his choice of weapon, a large sword, he held it in front of him, ready to fight the army only a few metres away.
He quickly made his way towards the soldiers that where in the front of the mass, he deflected bullets as he made his way down the second flight of stairs with his sword, also dodging, as he reached his targets, he began to hack away at the defending soldiers, trying to fight back at the man, but to no avail, many of the soldiers finding themselves having to hold fire and run from him.
He quickly made his way through nearly 20 soldiers, all falling to the ground, even some dead before they reached the ground.
A fountain was placed at the bottom of the stairs where most of the soldiers congregated in the first place, but many had dispersed from the area and stretched out in order to be able to fire before their death, many cried out as the man stabbed and hacked at them with his glowing blue sword, he made his way around the fountain, taking out any soldiers in distance of being impaled. The man out held his right hand, only to bring a spear to his hand, and then replacing his large sword in his left hand with a fully loaded handheld machine gun, all within seconds, soldiers began to run from the man, making his slow walk around the fountain, deflecting some bullets that where still aimed at him, but most soldiers now where either dead or running for their life.
His eyes diverted to a black Mercedes Bends, parked on the road which ran next the building he had made way out of, he summoned away his weapons, knowing no more shots would be fired from fleeing soldiers, and placed his hand in a pocket and pulled out a car key, he pressed a button on the key which opened the car, as he nearly reached the car, he overheard random fire shots, he looked behind him to see a person fighting off nearly a dozen soldiers, he sighed in almost disbelief something like this was happening, so he made his way towards the fountain where he met a woman finishing off the last two soldiers in the area with a small hand gun, she met the curious mans gaze almost instantly, and she began to charge at him, he quickly brought a small dagger from his back pocket to deflect her bullets she fired while charging towards him, he quickly dodged her charge and she stumbled, only to retaliate with more force, bringing out another gun which was held in the backpack she wore, he deflected her ever hail of bullets with the dagger and having to dodge a few.
He didn’t bother to summon weapons, thinking this of an easy battle, but as the fire of bullets came ever more closer, he found himself having to fight off the woman, so he instinctively summoned a weapon, his sword he previously used in battle, he defended off the small array of bullets which flew in his direction, but they suddenly stopped when the woman found out she was out of ammunition, only to fight back by throwing the gun towards the man, but he didn’t seem to notice it flying in his direction and it ended up hitting his head, causing him to flinch the woman saw her chance and fought him face to face.
Knocking his sword from his hand with a quick kick of her foot, he stumbled and thought in disbelief of what was happening, he stared at the woman, as they rested for a few seconds due to exhaustion, he couldn’t see her face as it was concealed by a hat, shrouding her face with darkness, he recovered quickly and began battle, he made his way towards the woman who was still trying to recover, finding a fist flying in her direction, she dodged it, and let his fist fly into the wall, not seeming to cause him any pain, she kneed him in the stomach, winding him a little, and threw punches to his face, making him stumble in spot, he recovered and charged towards her, picking her up off the ground and tackling her to the ground, he laid on top of her, recovering from his short windedness, finding his own dagger held towards him by the woman, held, pressed against his neck, he slowly got up, also did the woman, still holding the dagger towards his neck.
He looked at her face, still not able to see it as the hat covered her face in a shadow from the moon that shone above them, but his look distracted her, making her look back, her distraction made him quickly hit her hand with his arm, and grabbing the dagger in mid air, but while he grabbed the dagger she also had a quickly devised plan, so she jolted her free hand and pulled a hand gun from the holster from her shorts and held it to his head, and he threatened his dagger towards her neck.
They both realised the situation they where in was a stuck one, but neither moved, but after moments, the man gave in and lowered his dagger from her neck and moved back a few paces, she still aimed her gun towards him.
“Shoot me.” He said.
She complied and didn’t hold back, and fired a round, but they all deflected, every single bullet didn’t cause him to flinch, but moreover, have a victory dance inside his head that he won the battle, even though his cold exterior didn’t show.
The woman was shocked into finding a barrier between her bullets and the man, so she took her hat off and wiped away the sweat which had congregated on her fore head away with her arm.
He then was able to focus on the woman’s face, despite the bruise on her cheek, she almost had a face which was sculpted by angels, as she turned her face back towards him he was able to see all of her face, her eyes where her strongest feature, the almost glowed a deep green, making her face stand out, she had shoulder length dark brown hair with a side parting, her fringe covered the right side of her forehead.
“I guess you’re the king.” She panted as she stepped towards him.
“Why are you here?” He retaliated in a harsh tone.
He backed away from her steps, making her realise she wasn’t going to get any closer, she sighed and crouched down.
“Because I am trying to stop these soldiers from getting to the last crystal, which so happens to be in this kingdom.” She remarked, seemingly annoyed by his tone of voice and body language.
“It is a lost cause.” He said, starting to increase his steps towards her.
“You expect to fight this alone don’t you? But some things can’t be fought by one person, that’s why some people in this kingdom decided to actually help stop this invasion and help you, but all you can seem to do is deny any help!” She shouted as she looked up at him, clearly angry by his short remark.
He pulled her up from the ground and grabbed her shoulder, applying pressure on it, making her body flinch in pain, but she kept standing, with holding the pain inside her.
“I do not accept help.” He whispered in her ear.
He released her arm and turned and made his way around the fountain and back to the stairs and entered his building, but her curiosity was caught and she slowly followed after him, she creped around the still open door, stealthily made her way down a narrow corridor and found the man sitting back at his throne back in his earlier position, seemingly in deep thoughts.
She made her way up to him, he already knew of her presence, but ignored it, she stood before him, and she crouched before him and began to speak.
“You know, we will still always be here to help you even if you deny help, we want them gone as much as you do, but, the question is, how much you want them gone?” she said staring at him, waiting for him to reply.
He opened his eyes which made her stand up.
“Names Amia.” She smiled, and offered her hand.
He stared in amazement on how someone could be so happy in such desperate times; he took her hand and shook it.
“Storm.” He said lightly.
“Huh?”
“My name.” He replied.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you Storm.” She still smiled and prolonged the hand shake even more.
She realised the prolonged time of the hand shake and released her hand from his; they stood in silence for a few moments until the silence was broken.
“If you need to freshen up you can use the lavatories around the building, there is one down there.” He said while pointing to the hallway to their left, she was shocked by his sudden remark, but took his advice and headed down the left hallway, she left him with a confused gaze, as she walked down the hallway she saw the walls covered in paintings mainly of the city and of previous kings, she started to question where she was when she came across nearly 10 doors down each side of the hallway.
“What the…” she to herself in disbelief, but carried on.
She walked about 20 more paces down the hall way and decided to track back and look in each room, but every door she opened led to either bedrooms, laboratories or rooms filled with computer technology.
“He says down the damn hallway, but no! There has to be fifteen hundred doors.” She mumbled to herself while tracking deeper into the hallway searching each room.
She finally came to the end of the corridor which led back to the throne room.
“Oh come ON!” she shouted in disbelief, “Its one damn room!”
She moaned and threw her hat to the ground; she slumped to the ground, and sat there for a few minutes,
Still in a stale mood she continued her small tantrum.
“He tells me ‘it’s down the hallway’, and then I end up with eighty frickin’ rooms in my face and not one with a damn toilet in it! Damn him and his dorky hair and smart ass black clothes.” She moaned while acting out his voice and flapping her arms about in fashion.
“You’re having trouble finding it I see.” He said behind her while she still flapped her arms, she began to slowly stop as she realised he was behind her.
She turned around still with the expression on her face and arms at her side, she smiled away as she looked up at him, hoping he didn’t here her conversation with herself, and if he did, hoping the smile would help her not be asked questions about what she said.
“Let me take you to it.” He said calmly.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet and began to lead her towards the lavatory.
She lent down to pick her hat up and followed after him, as he lead her down the hallway he walked into one of the first doors down the hallway and showed her to the en suite bathroom.
“Here you go.” He gestured with his hand held out.
“Damn you and your lack of directional skills.” She hissed.
And she slammed the door in his face, but the door bounced back, yet she didn’t come back to shut it, he almost smiled at her tantrum, finding somebody who acted like a 4 year old having a midlife crisis, he waited for her to finish cleaning up, but he found himself being able to see her wash her face, staring at herself in the mirror stroking her bruises from a small battle, a tear shed from her eye, but she continued with her bathing her wounds on her arms with a wet hand towel which was found next to the sink.
She didn’t notice his reflection staring at her until he entered the room, but she didn’t enjoy the company.
“YOU DIRTY LITTLE PERVERT! She screamed and turned around pushing him out of the room and slamming the door in front of him.
He stood in amazement with the towel in his hand, shocked by what had just happened.
Moments later she opened the door.
“What the hell was that about?” she demanded, leaning towards him demanding an answer.
“I-I…” he stuttered, “I…figured you wanted your wounds treated, I was just helping.”
She had a puzzled look on her face, staring at him making eye contact to the floor and not towards her.
“Well…thank you, it was very thoughtful of you, but don’t ever do that again!” Her voice still raised.
She then shut the door and went back to cleaning up, but the door creaked open again.
“Can I have the towel back.” She said with a weak smile on her face and rolling her eyes.
He handed her back the towel which was snatched from his hand and the door was shut again.
Horses
My stinky horse.
PS3 Hangover play
Ok well basically. Me and a couple of friends got utter wasted round mine last week (mainly on vodka and alcopops) and we woke up to find one of my friends sleep playing xD AKWARD OR WHAT! We basically kicked her a thousand times in the back until we ended up slapping her. This was like 10am. Was a great night though. Don't know what the HELL happened. xD
one word..........AMAZING!!!! when are you going to post the rest of the story up? lol the female character sound almost like me. i can act 4 years old sometimes
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Im not sure yet, ive got 2 english essays to complete which ive been working solid on since last week. (Damn coursework) And ive only been able to do this in spare time, so basically whenever, or when i finished my coursework, which shall be by the end of this week hopefully.
Geez you can write alot Cathryn. (Some against your will). I printed your story off so I could brag about your awesomeones and I printed off...8 pages! (Of course it was font size 16 though....Gosh I'm blind! X.X)
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"I've got yer four basic food groups: beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard." - Cookie, Atlantis: The Lost Empire (Disney)
LOL! U didn't need to! I usually write in size 9.
The last story i wrote was nearly reaching the brink of 100 pages. I printed them all off and god.... it almost killed me.
It was a mystery story i wrote for my English, only got a C. DAMN YOU ENGLISH TEACHER!!!
I wrote a bit more just a while ago since i had nothing to do but try and atempt to ontinue my english essay.
This time he decided to patiently wait until she came out, but it was nearly an hour since his encounter with female hormones, but he decided to open the door despite the fact he maybe the victim of verbal abuse once again.
He stepped towards the door, and slowly opened it, as he peered around the door, all he could see was a room full of hot steam, he then knew the shower must have been running for a while, so he ventured father into the room, closing the room behind him, as he took a few more steps, he could vaguely make out a body on the floor in the shower, he quickly paced towards the shower, opened the door and found Amia passed out on the floor, the water from the shower powering down on her, Storm noticed a small pool of blood leading from her stomach to the shower drain, he picked her up, in the process he got soaked by the shower, but he did not care, he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, and stepped into the hallway, progressing down the hallway and into another room, it seemed to be a room which stored alcoholic beverages.
He laid her on the floor, and went and took one of the win bottles from a rack filled with other types of wine, he pulled off the cap with his teeth, he lent down and pulled up her top to find a bullet wound, he assessed the wound and knew it wasn’t deep, so he dug his fingers into the wound and pulled out a bullet, and then poured the open bottle of wine onto the wound which woke Amia from her slumber into flinching in pain and crying.
“Holy crap you bastard!” She gasped.
She lent up, and punched him in the stomach, making him fall to the ground along with her, he looked at her stunned.
“Give me that.” She said while snatching the bottle of wine from his hand and started to gulp it down.
“One of the bullets must of hit you while we where fighting.” Storm said uneasily.
“Oh, sorry if I kind of scared you, so, you have a wine cellar?” She gestured by wiggling the bottle in her hand.
“I haven’t any need for any of these drinks, that’s why they stay in here.”
“Excuse me! Id drink myself happy if I had a room filled with drinks.” She shouted, almost choking.
“Come with me, we need to fix your wound.” He said as he got up from the floor.
She stared up at him, looking into his eyes, they seemed full of worry and fear, and he offered her his hand, she accepted and he pulled her up from the floor, she wobbled in spot but regained her posture, they began to walk out of the room but Amia tracked back and picked up one more bottle of wine and caught back up with Storm.
“One question though, why are we both wet?” She said as they paced down the hallway.
He did not answer, but continued walking to another designated room, Amia, nearly through the other bottle of wine stumbled after him, it was another bedroom.
Storm firmly told her to sit down on the bed, she did so and finished off the rest of the bottle and threw it to the ground in a small rage, Storm in the bathroom could here her drunken rage but continued to take the bandage and pills from the cabinet.
“Storm…STORM! I know you can. Hear me, can you? Yes you can!” She said clumsily while tossing around on the bed.
As he walked through she stopped her actions and almost sobered up and sat on the side of the bed, he came around with bandage, a glass of water and a couple of pills, he kneeled before her.
“Take these, now.” He ordered.
She picked up the glass of water, spilling half of it from its journey from the bedside table to her mouth, she placed the pills on her tongue and swallowed them after taking a gulp of water, she then decided to throw the glass at the wall in front of her, causing it to break and shatter.
“I love you, really no I mean it. LIKE WHAT! I’ve know you 2 seconds…2 seconds? And yes I love you…MARRY ME!” She chanted, throwing her arms in the air.
Storm ignored her drunken actions, she kept chanting while he prepared the bandage, so he decided to shut her up by pulling her waist close to him to be able to wrap the bandage around her stomach, she quietened down for a few moments.
“Stay like this and then possibly I can help you with your wound.” He said firmly.
She stared at him firmly and gave him an evil glare and proceeded by sticking her tongue out towards him in an immature fashion.
“I’m all wet.” She said while patting his head, “HA! Your wet to…you hippy!”
“Thank you.” He replied sarcastically as he wrapped the last of the bandage around her waist.
He let go of her waist and she slumped on the bed, wriggling around for a few seconds, Storm remained in his position, watching her and her immature actions, secretly laughing inside at her, but he kept a firm face.
She leaned up again.
“ARG! My stomach hurts; I blame that man in front of me!” She cried pointing directly at Storm.
“I see the pills are working then” He smirked.
Amia fell back onto the bed and squirmed for a few minutes until she fell into sleep, Storm showed a faint smile and tucked her into the bed sheets, and made himself comfortable in a chair which sat in the corner of the bedroom, he closed his eyes and buried himself in his thoughts.
The morning arose and Storm found himself asleep where he had left himself, he opened his eyes only slightly due to the build up of sleep which had congregated around them during his sleep, he wiped it away, and focused his eyes, he looked towards the bed and found Amia gone, he sighed in disbelief, he rose from the chair and made his way towards the window, and pulled open the curtains, he stared out of the window, the moonlight still shining down upon the city, his eyes where distracted by Amia out upon the backgrounds of the building, dancing? He still wasn’t sure; he started to make his way out of the room and into the room opposite, he closed the door behind him and it locked automatically.
The room was dark; the only light source from within the room was that of a monitor, buzzing away into the silence, Storm sat down in the black leather chair in front of the monitor, he raised his arms and out from the wall slide a large keyboard and mouse at its side, he rested his arms down and began to type and click away, within 10 minutes of his routine the monitor jolted back and forth from his work and to a figure, he didn’t seem stunned by the interference and refrained from typing and lent back on his chair.
The connection finally came through, on the monitor was a figure of a man, seemingly past his 60’s, he had slick grey hair, brushed back, he wore stylish glasses with a thin black frame, only from his shoulders up where visible, but from what Storm could see, he was wearing a casual suit.
Storm continued to glare at the screen.
“You’re not surprised to seem me?” The man began to speak.
“Not at all.” Storm replied.
“Shame my soldiers did not put you out of your misery your highness, you seem so utterly troubled.”
“I wonder why.” Storm snapped.
“All you have to do is denounce yourself as king and leave this nation…it’s that simple.” The man reasoned.
“No,” Storm paused, “no it isn’t.”
”Why not your highness, all we want is your nation, I find it very simple.”
“Only so you can turn it into a living, breathing factory for slaves.” Storm cursed, raising from his chair and slamming his fists on the table.
The man seemed a little surprised by Storms actions.
“Oh no, nothing of the sort, I just want access to the crystal and control over your nation, you know that.” He said calmly.
“You’re not going to have access to the crystal, because I am protecting it.”
“One man cannot protect something over an army.” The man said impatiently, “you have weaknesses; I will find those weaknesses and destroy you.”
“I don’t have any weaknesses.” Storm replied.
“I think I find you do your highness.” The man finished and weakly smiled.
The connection cut off, and Storm was left standing, enraged by the conversation he had just had, he slammed his fists on the keyboard a few times until he turned around, unlocked the door, paced quickly down the hallway, his face stuck in an angry pose, he made his way to his throne room, and slumped onto his chair, he began to stroke his forehead, he could feel his blood pumping all around his body, enraged by anger and fear, he closed his eyes, hoping these feelings would subside.
As soon as his pressure began to drop, one of the front doors opened, and in walked Amia with a broad smile, she walked down the hallway and saw Storm slumped on his throne, her curiosity was sparked.
“Hey,” she said while walking up to him.
Her smile decreased, Storm ignored her and didn’t even attempt to acknowledge her.
“Are you ok?” She curiously asked.
Storm’s rage was suddenly fuelled by those words, he quickly rose and grabbed Amia’s forearms, she naturally reacted and tried to fight him off by kicking him but he overpowered her easily, he dragged her towards a wall and slammed her against it, making her wretch in pain, her spine began to ache, his face closed in on her.
”Do I look ok.” He whispered inches from her face.
She didn’t bother to answer, she was stuck in a state of fright from his actions and all she could do was stare straight into his eyes, his grip tightened on her arms and they began to make her feel uncomfortable.
His nostrils flared, and his breathing deepened, he stared straight back into her eyes, he began to see her eyes fill with ready to fall tears, but he still didn’t resist his grip, his anger still staid in place.
He then suddenly let go of her arms, she slid to the ground and curled up in a protective ball and began to cry quietly, Storm still stood, but slowly walked away and back to his throne, seemingly not bothered by his actions.
Amia’s cried increased in size and volume, Storm ignored her cries and sat on his throne and began to stroke at his forehead, after 20 minutes, Amia’s cries had ceased, she just kept curled up on the floor, leaning against the wall in silence.
Storm’s anger had ceased to exist, he woke from his blind rage, into the reality, he stood up examined the room, to his dismay he found Amia on the ground; he jogged over to her, kneeled down and pulled her to her knee’s.
“What’s wrong?” Storm asked confused.
Instantly he received a hard slap around the face, he seemed stunned by her actions, but looked straight back at her, she kept her eyes focused to the ground, not wanting to see his face, a few more tears ran down her face and fell to the floor, Storm still confused asked her again.
“What is wrong?”
He got no reply, just more tears, he tried to look at her face, trying to get her eye contact, but she refused any.
“You bastard.” She whispered lightly.
“Excuse me.” Storm said.
“YOU BASTARD!” She screamed, she proceeded by punching him in the stomach.
He was pushed back by the force; he looked up to find Amia stood in a fighting stance, she gestured him by flicking the top of her v-necked t-shirt, and Storm took the gesture as a challenge and accepted it.
He stood up and quickly took a blow to the chest by her foot, he stumbled backwards and regained, she kept gesturing by small smiles and wiggles of her hand towards him as the fight progressed, Storm took many hits, Amia took hardly none, he found it hard to keep up with her durability and wore out quickly, they pranced around the room, throwing fists and other objects at each other, Amia took a painting from the wall and spun it directly at Storms head, but he moved quick enough to be able to catch it, but seconds later a phone receiver came flying through the painting hitting his nose, causing it to bleed, he flinched and dropped the painting, he began to charge at her, tackling her to the ground, he pinned her to the ground, and gestured with a raised eyebrow, they seemed to enjoy the fight more than anything else, she then kneed him in the stomach again, becoming slightly winded and rolled off her and to her side, the fight finished from there onwards, they both giggled while staring at the delicately carved ceiling, almost forgotten about how the fight arose, Amia turned to him.
“You, smiling?” she questioned.
“I found that fight funny.” He replied continuing to stare at the ceiling.
“But,” she paused a few seconds, “why did you do that.”
“Do what?” His smile decreased and he turned to face Amia.
“I came in, and you jumped me, literally.” She over exaggerated a little.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed and began to stroke his forehead again.
She went back to her pervious position and began to follow carves in the ceiling with her finger to pass the time, Storm watched her child like fetish for a while until he began a small conversation.
“What…what where you doing outside?” He asked curiously.
He caught her attention and she turned back to face him.
“Don’t you laugh; it’s not something that exactly…suits my image.” She explained.
“What image?” Storm said sarcastically.
“I dance. And don’t you dare laugh, unless you want another phone in your face.”
“Ok, that sounds interesting.” He said uneasily.
“Are you just saying that so you don’t get any more flying phone fury?” She gestured with little kung fu movements.
“No, I do mean that.” He smiled weakly.
A ringing sound could be heard from where they laid; it sparked curiosity in both of them.
“Excuse me.” Storm said.
He rose and began to walk off down one of the many hallways, Amia followed lightly, she saw him walk into a room, the door shut, she sighed in dismay and sat down on the floor and waited for him to come out of the room.
Storm answered the call which he received on his computer.
A man came onto the screen; Storm sat down in his chair and made himself comfortable.
“I see you have company.” The man said.
“Excuse me?” Storm asked.
“I see you have a woman in your building.” The man giggled.
Storm inflamed inside, the same man he had a previous chat with earlier was smirking back at him on the screen.
“How do you know?” Storm questioned.
“I have ways and means boy.”
“Shut up.” Storm shouted.
He disconnected the conversation and walked out of the room, he crossed the corridor and entered a bedroom and laid on the bed and began to sleep.
Amia didn’t even notice that he had dispersed from the room he entered, so eventually gave up her lost cause and went back to the only room she knew of, Storms bedroom, she hopped down the corridor and entered the bedroom, only to find Storm asleep on his bed, she didn’t really seem to care much about common courtesy as she just slumped on the other side of the bed and also began to nap beside him.
It was 6 hours since both began to sleep, most likely tired from their fight they had earlier in the day, Storm woke up with good intensions, he had an idea, but he questioned why Amia was hung around his body like a child to its mother before anything else, but he shrugged it off his shoulder, for he had a plan, he unhooked her arms from around his stomach and let her continue resting, he checked the clock which was placed on the bed side table, it was 8pm, he still had enough time to begin his plan, he left the room quietly and made his way down a hidden block of stairs which was found in his computer room, he made his was down the stairs and into a lit room, flames still flickering, the room was cobweb filled and filled with chests and racks of old clothes stood at the back of the room, he began his search through old chests, filled with women’s clothing.
After searching through all of the crates he began to look through the only rack of clothes left, he came upon a clothing of some sort covered in a protective bag, he unzipped the bag and pulled it off, he found a beautiful white coloured dress, the dress swayed perfectly as he held it by its hook, a couple of small sewn diamonds shone from the lit candles around the room, he smiled.
“Perfect.” His smile continued.
Storm made his way back up the stairs with the dress packed bag into its protective bag, once he got back to the computer room he laid the dress over his seat, he sat down, pulled out a small note paper from a note pad which sat on the table, he began to write, after finishing the note he walked back into his bedroom with dress and note, left them on the edge of the bed walked back out and deliberately slammed the door in order to wake Amia from slumber, and it did.
“What the?” She shouted, leaping up from the bed.
She instantly noticed the note and black bag; she got up, picked up the note and began to read.
'Amia
Be ready by 10pm, the directions to the ball room are on the back of this note.
I left you a present.
Storm.'
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Geez you can write alot Cathryn. (Some against your will). I printed your story off so I could brag about your awesomeones and I printed off...8 pages! (Of course it was font size 16 though....Gosh I'm blind! X.X)
Curse the ever-existant cliff hanger. Even if most don't consider it one!
im etching for more in fact im drooling *drools for more story*
