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Darkness Complete6 Years AgoHere's what I have so far, what should they say?
“I’m so sorry.” Those words boom through my head, echoing and gradually getting louder and louder. I feel as if I’m falling apart, my pieces tumbling into the abyss, never to be gotten back. I feel as if darkness is consuming me, swirling around me like a liquid, engulfing me and all that I am. I tilt my head back, to look up at the light at the top of the pit I’ve just fallen into. Will I ever escape? “Kyndra.”My mom’s voice startles me out of my thoughts. She turn my head to look at her, with her long brown hair, gentle but firm face, kind but resolute eyes. How much longer will I get to see her, before I no longer see anymore? The thought is almost unbearable. Scratch that. The thought is unbearable. “Come on, we’re going home,” her voice is like a steel rope hanging off of the wall of my chasm of liquid darkness. I grab on, getting up and following her, robot-like out of the hospital. The ride home, and next few days during which I do nothing but lay in bed, pass in a blur. I wake up, lay in bed until my food and medicine is brought to me, pick at that, lay in bed, napping until the next meal, basically on repeat until someone stops by. I hear the knocking on the door, followed by quiet voices and my parents letting someone in. We don’t normally have visitors, so my interest is naturally peaked. Barely. I haven’t been able to be interested in anything since my diagnosis. My door flies open, Jay and Mandy barreling into my room. I scowl at them. “Shh. I’m trying to sleep.” “Where’ve you been? You haven’t been at school are anywhere else!” Mandy complains. “And I have something to tell you,” Jay adds secretively. “What’s the point of going anywhere?” I ask Mandy. I remember that I haven’t told them anything about my diagnosis, and have no idea what is going on, but I’m too irritable to care at this point. “What’s wrong with you?” Mandy asks abruptly. I reach over to my bedside table, picking up a very official-looking paper and reading off of it. “ ‘We are sorry to inform you that Kyndra Ayana Melfin has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. We predict that she has less than six months to live. Treatment options are always available, though.’ Then it goes on to list treatments that could buy me a few more weeks, the least of which is more than the worth of our house.” I toss the paper aside. “Doctor gave that to my parents, I stole it from them. When they found out, they let me keep. Thought that it would be better if I didn’t know that my life had a definitive end to it.” |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoJay stares at the paper like it's a venomous snake about to bite me. "Terminal brain cancer? Don't they have technology that can counter it?" But I can tell that she knows my parents wouldn't be able to afford it. "Okay. Okay. We can think of something... come on, Jay, think..."
and something else, and Jay reveals that she has joined the S.O.S., and might be able to convince Darkling to help? |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoAnd what font do you want this in?
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoMandy just said "well that sucks"
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agoalso this is what i have on 12's depressing pov
Fall was coming. A brisk cold wind whipped through the shedding trees, colorful leaves whisking away in the jaunty breeze. Long shadows covered the streets as the mild day faded into a chilly night. The sky was bleeding, and so was his heart. He sat on the ledge, watching the bleeding colors in the sky, legs dangling haphazardly over a 50-story drop. Tears were on the brink of forming, but it was not because of the spectacular view. It had been nearly a year since he had run away. He was still young, still innocent, but he had to escape. He stared at his left hand, a angry red line all that was left of the gaping wound. Horrid images still echoed in his head. The bearded man standing over him yelling, screaming, screaming, screaming curses and blasphemies and half-truths as he held a gleaming silver belt buckle over his head, hitting him again and again until the man’s screams were drowned out by his own. Hiding as children thought to be angelic surrounded him, pummeling his face with their fists, laughing and jeering, leaving him to die. The adults that gaped at him whenever he passed, only making him feel worse because they hid their remorse better than the angelic kids. He knew what they muttered about him when he turned away. Freak. Trailer park trash. White trash with a bad haircut. Worthless. Cuts and scrapes and black eyes and belt buckles and scars and sucker punches and names. No one cared. No one noticed when he disappeared into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They probably wouldn’t even care if he died. He thought it would get better when Wilson came, when they went away, off on their own adventure, away from the cuts and scrapes and black eyes and belt buckles. But it didn’t. He could still remember that wretched day last winter. They only were trying to get food. They were hungry. And then the old man stopped them, gave him a gift he couldn’t resist. Swords. A way he could survive, defend himself. But it backfired. He could still remember the pain as the rifle was jammed into his skull, the blood-curdling scream that wasn’t his as he sat up, unaware of the sword still in his hand. He could still see the men he had taken out, their blood staining the pure white red. The grotesque face of the man he had killed, seared into his mind. He could still remember the way the branches whipped at him like every laugh, every punch, every name he had been called and every hit from the belt. You’re worthless. You might as well kill yourself. No one cares. You’re already dead. And then as if things couldn’t get worse, they fell off a cliff, somehow surviving, only to be greeted by an army of prejudiced men, hiding their fear behind their tranquilizer guns. He was taken out, but he could still remember the primitive roars and agonizing screams as Wilson, his friend, his gentle, loving friend, tore the men apart. They thought he was a freak. He had been shackled to the wall, forced to answer questions he didn’t know the answers to. They thought he was a murderer, a killer, a ruthless, angry teenager on a rampage. He was none of that. He just wanted to escape. And then he was offered a deal. It wasn’t much. It was either prison or to stay in captivity at S.W.O.R.D. He thought S.W.O.R.D would be the better choice at the time, but that was a mistake. At least there would be people like him in prison. It wasn’t any different from his old life and of course, i stopped mid-sentence |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Ago when you post the next part start with the uncompleted sentence, the rest I just put on the doc. What font do you want it in? Just Ariel?
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agoya know, i dont really care
do whatever you like with the font |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoI just did Ariel, if there's a Mandy or Johnny POV I'll find a different font.
Kato, Kyndra's POV is in Roboto currently let me know if you want a different font. |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agoit's arial jules XD
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agoi'll tell you when i finish, i'm not done writing or revising
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Ago“Don’t bother. There’s nothing anyone can do. Don’t waste your time, go enjoy your lives- at least you actually have them.”
“I... kind of... already did...” Jay takes a deep breath. “I joined S.O.S.” “Don’t they only accept super-powered recruits?” I ask. “Yeah... That’s the other things I wanted to tell you,” Jay extends her hand, palm up. For a second, nothing happens. Then, frost starts spreading out from the center of her palm, until it covers her hand. She smashes it down on my desk, sending shattered ice pieces around my room. “Why didn’t you join S.W.O.R.D?” S.W.O.R.D is the most well-known hero organization. I’ve always thought of her as definitely more of the hero type. Jay pauses. “Well, when my powers manifested, I accidentally killed a bunch of people, and I didn’t think that’d look very good on my S.W.O.R.D application form. Also, the leader of S.O.S, Darkling, came to me to recruit me.” Darkling is the little brother of the world’s most dangerous villain- and their most wanted. Somehow, him and his organization- the I.I.E.M- have managed to elude them so far, and most have given up. that's my reply, please leave it at least unpublished rn, my font is trebuchet size 10, mad's is ariel |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoI'm not going to put it on until it's finished, so I'll wait until you're done revising.
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agook thanks
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoI'm working on the Jules POV where she gets her uniform and decides her name =) it mentions what happens in the Kyndra POV
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Agocool :)
“Nice. When do I get to meet your boyfriend?” “He’s not my boyfriend! Although, I did first meet him when he woke me up, in my bedroom,” Jay answers. |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoA pause, then she facepalms. "Because that doesn't sound wrong at all."
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Ago“He’s not my boyfriend! Although, I did first meet him when he woke me up, in my bedroom,” Jay answers. Then she facepalms... whatever you saidI bark out a rough laugh. “That’s one way to meet your new villain boss.”
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoJay doesn't seem to know what to say in response, and fidgets with the hem of her shirt as she stares at the ground.
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years AgoI turned to Mandy. “What about you? Any new abilities? A secret villain father that abandoned you as a baby?” I ask sarcastically.ouch kyndra wow how do you know that wate she develops psyochometry so she could kind of know that WHAT |
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Re: Darkness Complete6 Years Ago*said one word past tense then switches back to present tense*
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