A one post story I made today. I know it's shoddy, but It's my best shot. Based on something in my life right now.
There I was. I saw his face, infected with it's disgusting number of pimples and craters, his longer, bowl cut hair and bleach-white skin seemed to ooze its malice. The bile of his blood was still pumping around in that wretched black heart in his false, light colored chest. The memory of the news raced through the pathways of my brain. "Light... He... He raped Kat..." The voice of a deep-pitched teenager echoed through my ears as his appearance came into my limited vision as i had lost my glasses a few days earlier. My smooth, warm smile was quickly smelted it's firm body into a face of steely resolve. I could feel my consciousness slipping as I could tell my secondary personality kicking in. The side of me that was filled with the anger and rage necessary for the petty revenge my own heart ached for. I never knew Kat well, but she stood up for me when Light thought that I did things I didn't do. She was a good person, traumatized by horrors already far beyond my comprehension. So, as I felt the drop into my rage, I did not fight it, even knowing I may never return, I dove head first into it. The last thing I remember was my body beginning to run at full speed. I slept, sledded in the deepest corner of my soul, and dreamed of the horror I hoped to inflict onto Light.
"This... This is for Kat..." The voice he oh, so remembered as his own when he was like this. His darker, more rage-filled, angry voice that clouded his thoughts constantly. He saw it in third-person. His large, bulky body became fast and agile as it... he...punched the tall, white-and-black dressed Light with his bile blood and his malice oozing skin strait in the stomach. He buckled over as a group of other sagging-pant-ed and generic looking teenagers suddenly stopped and began to form a circle in the center of the Quad at our school, and they all stood silently.
Our mascot was a Bulldog, and so this took place by a stature of a bulldog. Light, after recovering screamed at me
"What the hell was that, R?!"
He buckled back and made more room for himself away from me as he recovered.
My voice, sounding almost omnipresent with it's fury-filled tone as it echoed through the silent yard.
"It's for the one who you swore no harm would come to, yet it was you who caused the greatest of harm to her. I, I am the Judge, I am the Executioner. Now, excuse me, your end will come to you now." R, me, took a slow walk to Light, who tried his hardest to punch and kick R, who moved only a little to the side to evade the attacks.
As I reached his location, Light finally landed a punch squarely in the center of R's face, but it barely affected him as he quickly struck Light in the stomach with his knee. The hit was so strong that Light coughed up a large sum of blood. R took Light's head in the area right behind the jaw, right below the ear, and placed a large am mount of pressure on it. Light streaked in pain as I placed my palm's across the sides of his face where his cheeks were. I put more pressure on as I tried to make my fingers touch my palm from the inside of Light's jaw. Then, I began to spin. I span by twirling myself on the ground as Light levitated in the air due to the centrifugal forces pulling him up. A blood-curling scream came from him as R finally released Light's head; his body flying into the statue of the dog. The force that which I had threw him had actually made a crack in the statue's legs. R's body slowly came to a stop in order to see the damage he had done.Light's neck was bloody and bruised, his neck slightly elongated from the attack. He was out cold, covered in hi own blood, his bleach colored skin slowly grew purple and shriveled; Light's breath was still there, almost as out of miracle. The group of teenagers who just wanted to see a good fight were absolutely terrified at his attack.
"Now, I hope you've learned your lesson. My final verdict: You are guilty, but you may live. Be glad I was merciful." Was all that R said, before turning away from Light. A pathway cleared out of the circle. Some of the kids in there were absolutely terror-stricken from the assault, some were amazed at my true strength and brutality, as I did not look strong. One of them reached out a hand, a then another, a long, brown-haired guy, who was about 6"1 and wearing blue jeans, as well as a 5"11 blond guy with a black sleeveless jacket with a fir-lined high color and fir lined bottom, as well as black pants were the two.
"R... I didn't know your true strength, thank you for avenging Kat.." The blond haired kid said. "Jay... It's not enough. But it will have to do..." R said back.
"Whoa! R... Was that really you?" The taller, brown haired kid said. "Yes. It was me, Jacob..." Was all he replied. The bell alerting us to one minute till class rang, and he ran off...
But then I awoke, walking through to the P.E. room door, no pain from intense attacking or being hit came to my senses, so I wondered what happened. I guessed that R just didn't do it. Couldn't do it. Because, even though he is a part of me, I am a part of him, and harm, though I wanted to do it to him, I did not.
"Why... Why is it that I have so much more strength than I seem to possess, yet I can never use it for what I want to... Why is it when I know someone was hurt, someone I could consider a friend, even a little bit of one... WHY CAN'T I USE MY POWER TO DEFEAT ALL THAT HARM MY FRIENDS!" I yelled at myself. The locker room was empty as I yelled this. I could almost feel a hand on my shoulder, though. I looked over to see the hand of an old enemy, guilt, forgiveness, kindness, the pacifistic part of me, wearing a clam, collected form of my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Because. You did not see it. I. I did not permit the violence because although we trust and believe Jay and Jacob, you did not see it. One of our faults is that we give everyone a second chance, everyone, we give them the option for their side of the story. I couldn't allow you to forgo your moral code." This was let out of the mouth of his Moral Code.
"But why not! Why not, just for a moment, just forget the code I live by and defeat the evil in this world!" I screamed at my Moral Code.
"Because, if you remember Macbeth, the False King Macbeth murdered the true king Duncan by forgetting." The calm words of his
Moral Code breached R's ears with it's tranquil sound.
"Forgetting?" R questioned.
"Forgetting his moral. Forgetting how-at which-he worked his life around just for power." The Moral Code breathed.
"I... I get it..." R gloomily uttered.
"You have good intention, but not a good reason. Say that they made that story up, and you beat him to near death, it's a large problem for you." Code smiled as he ruffled my hair. "But, if he really did it, give him a good wallop for me..." He vanished...
"I will believe... I will find the truth... I will defeat all who harm my friends..." I walked out of the locker room into the gymnasium...
So, what do you think? I know, not great, but I'm a bit rusty at writing actual story's.
A one post story I made today. I know it's shoddy, but It's my best shot. Based on something in my life right now.
There I was. I saw his face, infected with it's disgusting number of pimples and craters, his longer, bowl cut hair and bleach-white skin seemed to ooze its malice. The bile of his blood was still pumping around in that wretched black heart in his false, light colored chest. The memory of the news raced through the pathways of my brain. "Light... He... He raped Kat..." The voice of a deep-pitched teenager echoed through my ears as his appearance came into my limited vision as i had lost my glasses a few days earlier. My smooth, warm smile was quickly smelted it's firm body into a face of steely resolve. I could feel my consciousness slipping as I could tell my secondary personality kicking in. The side of me that was filled with the anger and rage necessary for the petty revenge my own heart ached for. I never knew Kat well, but she stood up for me when Light thought that I did things I didn't do. She was a good person, traumatized by horrors already far beyond my comprehension. So, as I felt the drop into my rage, I did not fight it, even knowing I may never return, I dove head first into it. The last thing I remember was my body beginning to run at full speed. I slept, sledded in the deepest corner of my soul, and dreamed of the horror I hoped to inflict onto Light.
"This... This is for Kat..." The voice he oh, so remembered as his own when he was like this. His darker, more rage-filled, angry voice that clouded his thoughts constantly. He saw it in third-person. His large, bulky body became fast and agile as it... he...punched the tall, white-and-black dressed Light with his bile blood and his malice oozing skin strait in the stomach. He buckled over as a group of other sagging-pant-ed and generic looking teenagers suddenly stopped and began to form a circle in the center of the Quad at our school, and they all stood silently.
Our mascot was a Bulldog, and so this took place by a stature of a bulldog. Light, after recovering screamed at me
"What the hell was that, R?!"
He buckled back and made more room for himself away from me as he recovered.
My voice, sounding almost omnipresent with it's fury-filled tone as it echoed through the silent yard.
"It's for the one who you swore no harm would come to, yet it was you who caused the greatest of harm to her. I, I am the Judge, I am the Executioner. Now, excuse me, your end will come to you now." R, me, took a slow walk to Light, who tried his hardest to punch and kick R, who moved only a little to the side to evade the attacks.
As I reached his location, Light finally landed a punch squarely in the center of R's face, but it barely affected him as he quickly struck Light in the stomach with his knee. The hit was so strong that Light coughed up a large sum of blood. R took Light's head in the area right behind the jaw, right below the ear, and placed a large am mount of pressure on it. Light streaked in pain as I placed my palm's across the sides of his face where his cheeks were. I put more pressure on as I tried to make my fingers touch my palm from the inside of Light's jaw. Then, I began to spin. I span by twirling myself on the ground as Light levitated in the air due to the centrifugal forces pulling him up. A blood-curling scream came from him as R finally released Light's head; his body flying into the statue of the dog. The force that which I had threw him had actually made a crack in the statue's legs. R's body slowly came to a stop in order to see the damage he had done.Light's neck was bloody and bruised, his neck slightly elongated from the attack. He was out cold, covered in hi own blood, his bleach colored skin slowly grew purple and shriveled; Light's breath was still there, almost as out of miracle. The group of teenagers who just wanted to see a good fight were absolutely terrified at his attack.
"Now, I hope you've learned your lesson. My final verdict: You are guilty, but you may live. Be glad I was merciful." Was all that R said, before turning away from Light. A pathway cleared out of the circle. Some of the kids in there were absolutely terror-stricken from the assault, some were amazed at my true strength and brutality, as I did not look strong. One of them reached out a hand, a then another, a long, brown-haired guy, who was about 6"1 and wearing blue jeans, as well as a 5"11 blond guy with a black sleeveless jacket with a fir-lined high color and fir lined bottom, as well as black pants were the two.
"R... I didn't know your true strength, thank you for avenging Kat.." The blond haired kid said. "Jay... It's not enough. But it will have to do..." R said back.
"Whoa! R... Was that really you?" The taller, brown haired kid said. "Yes. It was me, Jacob..." Was all he replied. The bell alerting us to one minute till class rang, and he ran off...
But then I awoke, walking through to the P.E. room door, no pain from intense attacking or being hit came to my senses, so I wondered what happened. I guessed that R just didn't do it. Couldn't do it. Because, even though he is a part of me, I am a part of him, and harm, though I wanted to do it to him, I did not.
"Why... Why is it that I have so much more strength than I seem to possess, yet I can never use it for what I want to... Why is it when I know someone was hurt, someone I could consider a friend, even a little bit of one... WHY CAN'T I USE MY POWER TO DEFEAT ALL THAT HARM MY FRIENDS!" I yelled at myself. The locker room was empty as I yelled this. I could almost feel a hand on my shoulder, though. I looked over to see the hand of an old enemy, guilt, forgiveness, kindness, the pacifistic part of me, wearing a clam, collected form of my face. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Because. You did not see it. I. I did not permit the violence because although we trust and believe Jay and Jacob, you did not see it. One of our faults is that we give everyone a second chance, everyone, we give them the option for their side of the story. I couldn't allow you to forgo your moral code." This was let out of the mouth of his Moral Code.
"But why not! Why not, just for a moment, just forget the code I live by and defeat the evil in this world!" I screamed at my Moral Code.
"Because, if you remember Macbeth, the False King Macbeth murdered the true king Duncan by forgetting." The calm words of his
Moral Code breached R's ears with it's tranquil sound.
"Forgetting?" R questioned.
"Forgetting his moral. Forgetting how-at which-he worked his life around just for power." The Moral Code breathed.
"I... I get it..." R gloomily uttered.
"You have good intention, but not a good reason. Say that they made that story up, and you beat him to near death, it's a large problem for you." Code smiled as he ruffled my hair. "But, if he really did it, give him a good wallop for me..." He vanished...
"I will believe... I will find the truth... I will defeat all who harm my friends..." I walked out of the locker room into the gymnasium...
So, what do you think? I know, not great, but I'm a bit rusty at writing actual story's.