You have at least once in your lifetime tested yourself for superpowers. Wether it was the Force (guilty), earth-bending (guilty), telepathy (guilty), or even mind control (guilty) you have tried it out once in your life. You know, just in case.
The Spirit of the Season Part One Spoiler October 5th, 2:36 A.M. He couldn’t believe it. Gasping for breath, he stumbled into the bathroom. It was dark, and his fingers fumbled for the switch, but his hands were sweaty and he couldn’t grasp it. He heard a noise behind him; someone was trying to open the front door. He shut the bathroom door with a slam and turned to face the mirror. In the dark, his reflection was hard to see, but he could make out the frightened expression on his own face. Suddenly, his reflection grew calm. He leaned in closer, as his reflection did the same. Then, he saw the smile. He backed up, screaming, but his reflection stood there and smiled on. It was an evil smile, dark and cruel, and without warning, a light came on. It wasn’t the bathroom light; the switch on the wall remained untouched. But it was a light all the same. No, it was the bathroom light… the one on the other side of the mirror. He fell to the floor, sobbing and breathing heavily. The reflection stepped out of the mirror, and stood over his flesh-and-blood self, still smiling down at him as if he were some sort of treat. He began to laugh, quietly at first, getting louder and louder until it rang so loud it echoed through the house, and the man cowering on the floor covered his ears to try and block it out. Suddenly, everything stopped. He sat motionless, waiting for the worst to happen, but nothing came. Tentatively, he opened his eyes. He was alone. He stood shakily to his feet, and found the light switch. Clicking it on, everything was normal. His reflection in the mirror was sweaty and frightened, but it showed no signs of moving on its own. He stood at the door and listened, whatever had been trying to get in was silent, and the only thing he could hear was the sounds of the TV coming from his bedroom. He had been watching a horror movie before he fell asleep. The situation dawned on him and he began to chuckle quietly to himself. Of course it wasn’t real, he thought. That’s what you get for watching a horror movie before bed. Nightmares. Feeling extremely foolish, he opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the dark room. He felt cold and still frightened, but ashamed, he shoved those feelings down and walked boldly to his bed. He drew the covers back and sat down. A woman on the TV screamed, and he jumped up again. He stood for a second, and then grew angry at himself. “Don’t be such a baby,” he said, speaking out loud. “It’s just a TV show, nothing to be afraid of.” He walked over to the TV and switched it off, then climbed into his bed. He drew the covers up to his chin and closed his eyes. The wind howled outside and a tree branch outside was banging against the side of the house. That probably was what he had heard earlier. With his eyes still closed, he chuckled to himself. “It was nothing, nothing at all. Just a bad dream.” As he drifted off to sleep, he remained convinced that it had been, only a dream. When they found him in the morning, he was dead, and his face was completely burned all except for his eyes. They were lying on the ground beside his bed. There was no murder weapon, no signs of a struggle, there wasn’t even a plausible cause of death. The only signs of damage were the burns on his face. There were no fingerprints; no clues anywhere as to who could possible have done this crime. So, the police ruled it suicide and the case was closed. But it was apparent to all concerned that it had been no suicide, and the story spread across the town like wildfire, consuming the minds of the people and dominating every conversation. There were many different rumors going around as to what had happened, but the most popular story was this, and perhaps it was the spirit of the season: He had been murdered by a ghost. Part two Spoiler October 6th, 3:49 P.M. Pushing her brown hair out of her eyes, 23-year-old Stella May Maurice walked down the street to the old church building on the other side of town. It was a brisk day, and as she walked, the wind blew past her, stinging her face and blowing a few early autumn leaves off the golding trees. The sky was cloudy, they had had a storm the night before, and she stopped to look at her reflection in a puddle. She was wearing all black, and she was dressed fancier than she usually dressed, but she barely saw these trivial things. What caught her attention was her face. At first glance, she appeared to be no different than usual, but if you looked closely, if you looked into her eyes, you could see that she had gone through a traumatic experience that had left her on edge, possibly for life. Stella had been the one to find him. She had been the one to phone for the police while she stood over the dead man and she had waited there for them, trying to keep her eyes away from the mutilated face. Always one to keep her cool, she hadn’t shed a tear, she hadn’t even let her voice quiver with the fear she felt. What if the murderer had still been in the house when she dropped by? Shuddering, Stella tried to push these thoughts away from her mind and walked on, leaving the puddle behind her. Before long, she reached the little white church and walked up the front steps to the door, gazing at the freshly-dug hole in the cemetery next to the building. Everyone who had ever died in this neighborhood was buried here, and Stella had come here regularly growing up. Whenever she was depressed or alone or even simply in the mood for a walk, she would come down to the church and read the names off the old tombstones, some dating back over two hundred years. It always calmed her down, it focused her, gave her a chance to think. Somehow, she didn’t see herself coming down here to think anymore. Not now that she knew one of the names engraved in stone. Sighing, she opened the church doors and stepped through. Although the outside of the building was the same way it had looked when it was built two-hundred years ago, the inside was modernized and made to accommodate the people of the day, with a small coffee bar in the foyer and rows of comfortable chairs in the sanctuary. The coffee was fresh and hot, and there were cookies set out for the guests. Grabbing a cookie, Stella skipped over the coffee and went into the sanctuary, eating as she went. There weren’t a lot of people here, only the front two rows were filled. She didn’t feel like sitting so close to the casket, however, so she silently slipped into the back seat and waited for the funeral to start. The old minister stepped up to the lectern and gazed at the people for a moment. There were very few people here, and no wonder, the family had insisted on having the service the day after the body was discovered. Not very many people had time to make it, and some of those that did were scared away by all the rumors about the cause of death. But, his job was to help those that needed it, and the family needed closure. He smiled when Stella came in; she had been a special friend of his ever since she was a little girl and had lost her father. Still, it saddened him to think of what she must have gone through. She had been the one to discover the poor man, and heaven knows what kind of ordeal she had gone through. Something was not right, however. It settled on his heart that there was something different about her, something that hadn’t been there before. He made up his mind to talk with her later, and proceeded with the service. Stella couldn’t handle it. All the pain, all the fear, all the anxiety of the night before overcame her and she rushed from the room, desperate to get out before anyone saw her. She stood in the foyer, leaning over the table. She needed a drink of water. She grabbed the water pitcher and poured herself, a glass, than took a big drink and choked it down, then left the building and sat down on the front steps to think. She couldn’t handle this. She had been friends with him. In fact, she had been more then a friend. Every day, they got closer and closer, he would have asked her out any day now, she was sure of it. She would get over this, she was sure of it; it just would have to take time. She wasn’t ready to accept it just yet. Why had the family decided to have the funeral so soon? The very next day? She couldn’t handle it. Standing up, she finished the water and calmly and coolly, began the walk home.
That is, if you can remember that far back. One of my earliest memories is sitting on the living room floor, staring up at the TV screen, holding the Nintendo Entertainment System controller in my tiny hands, having my mom tell me to "Hit that guy with a pipe! Now take his money! No, watch out! He's throwing a tire at you! Jump, jump!" Ah, River City Ransom... memories.... It's really rather strange that I ended up as mild-mannered and obedient as I am. I've never even hit anybody. No thanx to my video games.
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I have to sing on-stage today, even though I'm still not over the cold I got a few days ago. Wish me luck!
Real thread: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?116226-The-Reaper-s-Game&p=3499979#post3499979 The Reaper's Game. You have a week to prove your worth and earn the right to exist. Do you have what it takes, or will you be erased? Here’s the deal. You’re dead. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. The streets are crowded with people, but no one can see you. No one can hear you. They all just walk by; they don’t even know you exist. As you try to get someone’s attention, you realize you’re holding something. You open your hand to see what it is. It’s a strange pin, and as you hold it, you suddenly hear voices. Voices in your head, and you know they’re not your thoughts. You must be hearing all the thoughts of the people around you, somehow, this strange pin allows you to read people’s minds. Suddenly, you’re attacked, by a bunch of monsters. These are called Noise. There must be some way to fight these guys off, you can’t take much more of this. You have to have some kind of weapon. You look down at your pin, and think of its strange power. Do you have more? You investigate, to see what else you have. Your pocket is full of pins, all sorts of different brands and powers. They’re your weapons, your ticket to defeating the noise. You still can’t seem to fight, though. You need to make a pact, you need a partner. You can’t do this alone. Rules 1: You must use an original character, you can’t be Neku or Shiki or anyone from the first game. 2: You can’t be a Reaper. Sorry, but we’ve got that covered. You’re here to play Our game, not run it. However, if you make it through the week, you may ask to be a Reaaper. If you’ve got what it takes, the Composer may grant your request. 3: Only one character per user. I know, this might seem like a tough rule, but I have my reasons. 4: No cussing, no bloodshed, and keep the romance at a PG-13 level please. If you want to destroy something, focus on the noise. 5: Post your character entries here in the OOC thread, not the main one, and if you want to enter while the Game is going on, you’ll have to wait until the next week. 6: Every day, the Game Master will issue a new mission, and if you don’t complete it by the end of the day, your character will be erased. (If your character is erased, they’re gone, but you may enter a new character at the beginning of the next week). If one team completes the mission, the timer dissapears and it counts for everyone. 7: No godmodding. You cannot control another user’s character without their (and my) permission. The only exception: If you’re interacting with your partner and they’re not responding, I give you permission to godmod that they are following your character, so you can complete the mission on time. HOWEVER please give the other user a chance to post before you take control of their character. Also, be prepared for the Reapers to do some godmodding on you. I know, it might not seem fair, but don't worry. The Reapers have their own set of rules to follow, they can't do major damage. 8: Don’t get mad if your character gets erased. This is supposed to be a challenging game, after all. Not every player is going to make it. 9: At the beginning of the Game, something will be taken from your character, something important. This is their entry fee. It's the price they pay to enter the game. You probably won't know what your entry fee is, but I might tell you if I think you need to know. Other than that, it's up to you to realize what matters most to your character. I reserve the right to edit these rules or add new ones if I deem it necessary, and I reserve the right to deny entry to any user for whatever reasons I have. I also reserve the right to erase your character if you break the rules. If you dislike my rules, I don’t accept you, or I erase your character, I’m sorry, but remember that this is, after all just a game. Map of Shibuya OOC forms Username: Character name: Age: Appearance: Gender: Bio: Most important thing: (What do they hold most dear?) Other: Reaper list Not Completed Spoiler The Composer: Joshua Played by: Marushi The Conducter: Aiko Kiyomizu Played by: Marushi Game Master: Ishu Fuzen Played by: Britishism Brass Reaper: Hannah Maruyama Played by: ~Ryan~ Brass Reaper: Senri Hitachiin Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Brass Reaper: Valentine Hitachiin Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Brass Reaper: Hitoshi Yokayoma Played by: Marushi Harrier Reaper: Hana-Kaida Kaneko Played by: Marushi Harrier Reaper: Weiss Rhapsodos Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Harrier Reaper: Sho Minamimoto Played by: Britishism Mr. Hanekoma Played by: Marushi Support Reapers: Tenho and B.J. Played by: Marushi
The Reaper's Game. You have a week to prove your worth and earn the right to exist. Do you have what it takes, or will you be erased? Here’s the deal. You’re dead. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. The streets are crowded with people, but no one can see you. No one can hear you. They all just walk by; they don’t even know you exist. As you try to get someone’s attention, you realize you’re holding something. You open your hand to see what it is. It’s a strange pin, and as you hold it, you suddenly hear voices. Voices in your head, and you know they’re not your thoughts. You must be hearing all the thoughts of the people around you, somehow, this strange pin allows you to read people’s minds. Suddenly, you’re attacked, by a bunch of monsters. These are called Noise. There must be some way to fight these guys off, you can’t take much more of this. You have to have some kind of weapon. You look down at your pin, and think of its strange power. Do you have more? You investigate, to see what else you have. Your pocket is full of pins, all sorts of different brands and powers. They’re your weapons, your ticket to defeating the noise. You still can’t seem to fight, though. You need to make a pact, you need a partner. You can’t do this alone. Rules 1: You must use an original character, you can’t be Neku or Shiki or anyone from the first game. 2: You can’t be a Reaper. Sorry, but we’ve got that covered. You’re here to play Our game, not run it. However, if you make it through the week, you may ask to be a Reaaper. If you’ve got what it takes, the Composer may grant your request. 3: Only one character per user. I know, this might seem like a tough rule, but I have my reasons. 4: No cussing, no bloodshed, and keep the romance at a PG-13 level please. If you want to destroy something, focus on the noise. 5: Post your character entries in the OOC thread, not here, and if you want to enter while the Game is going on, you’ll have to wait until the next week. 6: Every day, the Game Master will issue a new mission, and if you don’t complete it by the end of the day, your character will be erased. (If your character is erased, they’re gone, but you may enter a new character at the beginning of the next week). If one team finishes the mission, the timer is done and it counts for everyone. 7: No godmodding. You cannot control another user’s character without their (and my) permission. The only exception: If you’re interacting with your partner and they’re not responding, I give you permission to godmod that they are following your character, so you can complete the mission on time. HOWEVER please give the other user a chance to post before you take control of their character. 8: Don’t get mad if your character gets erased. This is supposed to be a challenging game, after all. Not every player is going to make it. I reserve the right to edit these rules or add new ones if I deem it necessary, and I reserve the right to deny entry to any user for whatever reasons I have. I also reserve the right to erase your character if you break the rules. If you dislike my rules, I don’t accept you, or I erase your character, I’m sorry, but remember that this is, after all just a game. Map of Shibuya OOC forms Username: Character name: Age: Appearance: Gender: Bio: Most important thing: (What do they hold most dear?) Other: Reaper list Not Completed Spoiler The Composer: Joshua Played by: Marushi The Conducter: Aiko Kiyomizu Played by: Marushi Game Master: Ishu Fuzen Played by: Britishism Brass Reaper: Senri Hitachiin Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Brass Reaper: Valentine Hitachiin Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Brass Reaper: Hitoshi Yokayoma Played by: Marushi Brass Reaper: Hannah Maruyama Played by: ~Ryan~ Harrier Reaper: Hana-Kaida Kaneko Played by: Marushi Harrier Reaper: Weiss Rhapsodos Played by: Twilight_Nobody13 Harrier Reaper: Sho Minamimoto Played by: Britishism Mr. Hanekoma Played by: Marushi Support Reapers: Tenho and B.J. Played by: Marushi OOC thread: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?116227-The-Reaper-s-Game-OOC-Thread&p=3499983#post3499983
And I'm gonna get it cut like Kairi's sometime next week. And then... PHOTO SHOOT!
She's crawling around on the floor looking for them. Is anyone else reminded of the movie Hook?
and I feel miserable.
over this thing in TWEWY (The World Ends With You) where I got a hint saying that I can play Reaper Creeper if I say the magic words NEERC SEVAS EHT TARDNALD LOH. I, having the amazing capabilty to read backwards, saw at a glance that it said "Hold Landrat The Save Screen". Everything would have been fine except I had no idea what a landrat was. Today I was on a cheaters website (for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture) and found out that "Landrat" is actually pronounced "L and R at". So all excited, I proceeded to load my game, go to the save screen and hold L and R. You know what? I was robbed. You can't play Reaper Creeper! All that happens when you Hold L and R at the Save Screen is it shows you how much time you've spent on the game (121 hours and 38 minutes and counting). I know, total blonde moment, right?
All right, so this is what happens when I'm bored. I look for Nobody names. It doesn't matter if it's for me or a friend or one of my fan-fic characters, I just like doing it. I'm pretty sure everybody knows what's a Nobody name, but just in case somebody doesn't know, a Nobody name is your name mixed up with an X stuxk in there somewhere. Examples: Sora = Roxas, Lea = Axel, Ansem = Xemnas. My Nobody name for Marushi is Sharumix, and my Nobody name for my middle name Rae is Xera. What's yours?
Have you ever just had a slow day when you don't really have to do anything, so you spend your entire day online waiting for the next post? I seriously logged on about a hundred times today just to check my RP's, sometimes without even waiting for more than a few seconds. I would say to myself "All right, nobody's online right now, just log off and get on facebook or something." And then as soon as I was logged off (I hadn't even gone to a different site) I would think "Oh, wait, I forgot to check this RP." and log back on. And then when I am logged on, I just sit and stare at the RP section, refreshing the page and waiting for a change. In fact, I'm only here in the spam zone because there's nothing going on over in the RP section right now. Can anyone sympathize with this?
The rain that falls from the stormy skies matches the tears falling from my eyes. I pack my stuff and try to breathe as I glance at the clock and try to see the numbers through my blurry tears and think of you throughout the years. And I just have to say... Please make it through the night. We'll drive over five-hundred miles just to see your smiles when it all turns out right. And don't get me wrong, I know that your time has come, but before your last rest, I have one last request, please wait until I see right, and try to make it through the night. And I remember... Sitting on your lap when I was small, you'd hold me up in the air, but I never was scared, 'cause I knew you wouldn't let me fall, You'd sing me songs, and tell me stories. You'd make me smile 'cause you hated to see me frown, Good Ol' Charlie Brown! I remember when you first got sick, I was too young to understand what cancer meant for you, but at the time I knew, You still were there to hold my hand. Please, make it through the night. I promise we'll be there tomorrow in joy and in sorrow when it turns out all right. Now don't get me wrong, I know that you'll soon be gone, and though life without you will be hard to get through, You'll finally be with the Light, But first make it through the night. Please make it through the night, Just try to breathe through tonight.
EDIT: This thread has all my poetry in it, I just was unaware at the time of posting that I only got one poetry thread and named it after the first poem instead of some name like "Marushi's Poems" or something. Why is it when I'm alone, I remember how alone I really am? I just don't understand. What is it about the stars that makes me feel like I'm alright when I'm inside this Universe Alive? Swallow me I can't breathe 'Till I find some peace of mind. The streetlamps go off one by one, down the street, all the light comes from the Cheshire Cat Moon. A shooting star tells me I'm oh-so-sweet, and the stormy clouds beckon me to join them soon. I'll wish upon the shooting star, and leave those clouds so far behind, then wake up where my troubles melt away. and I'll never come back down, You'll never find me where I am, This lovely dream is where I'll stay! Why is it when I'm alone, I remember how alone I really am? I just can't understand. What is it about the stars, that makes me feel like I'm alright when lost inside my Universe Alive, Swallow me I can breathe when I've found the Realm of Sound. Follow me I can see Now that I can truly fly...
Ten years ago today, the world watched in horror as in an instant, a single moment, history changed forever. Nineteen militants infiltrated airline security and boarded four planes. While in the air, these terrorists overpowered the pilot and co-pilot and changed course for one final destination. At 8:46 AM, the first plane crashed into the north building of the World Trade Center in New York. Around fifteen minutes later, the second plane destroyed the south building. Both buildings erupted in flames, and, badly damaged, soon collapsed. A third plane struck the southwest side of the Pentagon near Washington D.C. at 9:40, and within the next hour the fourth crashed in Pennsylvania after its passengers—aware of events via cellular telephone—attempted to overpower their assailants. Some 2,750 people were killed in New York, 184 at the Pentagon, and 40 in Pennsylvania. All 19 terrorists died. I remember this day. I was just eight at the time, growing up in Central Ohio, seeing the pictures on my TV screen. I admit, at the time the event meant nothing to me. I was sorry for the people, of course, but in my childlike mind all the danger was in far away New York, I was safe where I was. I didn't know anybody there, I didn't have to worry about a family member being hurt. But now as I sit here and reflect on that day, I know that it was much bigger than just New York. What happened that day affected the entire world, and will never be forgotten.
My sisters birthday party is this Friday, and this is her wishlist. An orchestra An anteater A star A big tree in the front yard An owl A garden, and A ballroom. None of these are in my price range, so I want to get her a picture. This is my idea. I want to give her a picture of an orchestra of anteaters and owls in a garden-themed ballroom with a centerpiece of a star hanging from a big tree. I know, it's weird, but so is my sister. I want to frame it for her. Anybody want to take the job?
Thread here http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?113750-Kingdom-Hearts-The-War-for-the-Worlds It’s been a thousand years since the Nobody called Xemnas formed Organization XIII and tried to take over Kingdom Hearts. Thanks to a boy named Sora, Xemnas was unsuccessful in his attempts and ever since then, the Worlds have lived in peace and safety. But now the Heartless are returning. People are panicking. And a few worlds have already been destroyed. People are looking for a savior. Are you it? Or are you the one who made them need a savior in the first place? In the small beautiful world of Wielders Grove, a power sleeps deep beneath the ground. It has slept dormant for a thousand years, but now it is awakening, causing earthquakes. The people of this little world are getting worried. They think that the earthquakes are a sign that the heartless are coming. They couldn't be more wrong. Unknown to the people of Wielders Grove, the very ancient Keyblade Graveyard lies buried at the heart of their world, and it is stirring because the time will soon come when the Keyblade will again seek a new master. Prologue "Come on, Emiko, it'll be fun!" Hansuke was saying as he and Emiko walked along the path in sunny Wielders Grove. Emiko smiled. She had always liked how Hansuke couldn't hold still, even for a moment. Now that he had something "fun" planned, he was practically jumping up and down in excitement. "No," she said firmly, but Hansuke wasn't one to give up easily. "Please?" he said. "No." Emiko tried to make herself sound more firm, but it didn't really come out all that convincing. "Please?" Hansuke said again. "No!" she snapped. For a moment, Hansuke was silent, and Emiko thought she'd won the battle. She smiled. "Just one trip?" Hansuke said quickly. "Hansuke!" she said. "There is nothing you can do that would make me go up there! I don't like heights, and you know it!" Hansuke stopped walking, although he was still bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I promise," he said solemnly. "I won't let you fall." Emiko looked up into his face, fully intending to say "Absolutely not," but she just had to look into his eyes. Hansuke had eyes the color of the night sky, and right now, Emiko could almost see the stars shining in them. She sighed. "Fine," she said resignedly. "But if I fall and die, I'm never gonna forgive you." Hansuke smiled mischeviously and shrugged. "Fine with me," he said. Laughing, Emiko punched his arm. Emiko didn’t like to think she was wrong about anything on any occasion, but she had to admit to herself that Hansuke had been right. In Wielders Grove, there was the town, there was the Edge, and then there were the cliffs. Most people stayed in the town, where everything was safe, and a few daredevils hung out by the Edge, where the world ended and there was nothing but space for as far as the eye could see, but almost nobody went to the cliffs. Rising up from the ground, the cliffs towered over even the tallest of buildings. Nothing ever grew on the cliffs, and no matter what the situation, a person couldn’t help but feel sad when they looked at the cliffs. But Hansuke was different. He never felt sad about anything, and to him, the cliffs were fascinating, and even exciting. Today he told Emiko that he had found a way up, and that there was something up there that he wanted her to see. She had been freaking out the whole time they were climbing, but he took her hand and she made it to the top. They were still holding hands now, and her cheeks were pink from more than the exercise. What he had wanted her to see was the sunset, and he was right, it was beautiful. The sun cast rays of light over the sky so that the clouds were a thousand different shades of pink, and a cool breeze blew across her face as she watched breathlessly. She still felt a little sad, but it was a good kind of sad. “It’s so beautiful,” she said quietly. Somehow she didn’t want any noise. Noise would ruin the effect. “You can’t see most of this from the town.” Hansuke looked at her. “Can you imagine what the town looks like from up here?” Hansuke said in a voice like a whisper. Emiko shuddered. “No,” she said, “and I don’t think I want to know. That’s a little too close to the edge for me.” Hansuke smiled. “All right,” he said. “But I’m going to find out.” Letting go of her hand, he walked forward until he was close to the edge and looked down. He let out a deep breath. “It’s awesome,” he said. He turned around and smiled at her. “It’s alright,” he said, walking back to her. “Come on.” He held his hand out to her, and against her better judgement, Emiko took it. Slowly, he led her back to the edge, and she looked down. Everything was so far away, so small. She couldn’t help but gasp and look away. “It’s alright,” Hansuke said again. Then, still holding her hand, he sat down and dangled his feet over the edge. She did the same. She had to admit, it wasn’t quite as bad sitting down. She didn’t feel like she was going to fall that way. Also, she didn’t look down again. She just looked out to the horizon. The sun was still setting, getting lower and lower. The sky was darkening above them, and the clouds were starting to lose their pink and beginning to turn purple and blue.The breeze started blowing a little stronger and Emiko closed her eyes, feeling the wind on her face. Then without warning, Hansuke leaned over and kissed her. Startled, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking out over the horizon again, but he didn’t seem to see any of it. She was glad to see in the low light that he was blushing just as much as she was. The sun set completely, the last rays stretching out for miles and then dying out. Hansuke looked back at her apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what made me…” He trailed off. Emiko laughed nervously. “It’s… it’s alright.” They sat there for a while, looking up at the dark clouds. At first, Emiko was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to really pay attention to anything else, but after a while it dawned on her that it was a lot darker then it should be. The clouds were almost black, and she could hear thunder in the distance. Hansuke seemed to have noticed it too. “We’d better get going,” he said. “It sounds like it’s going to storm. We don’t want to be stranded up here when it hits.”They stood up carefully, but before they could walk away, Emiko heard something on the wind. A scream, coming from the town below. All the blood in her veins seemed to freeze and she could have sworn her heart stopped completely. Hansuke had stopped too. There was another scream, and then another. Emiko couldn’t help it. She looked down. The town was far below her, lights were gleaming from hundreds of windows, but the streets were dark. People were screaming and running, and Emiko could almost make out dark shapes in the streets, chasing them. “We have to get down there!” Hansuke said. Suddenly, the ground started to shake. “Oh no!” Emiko could hear Hansuke talking, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene below. “We have to get out of here! Now!” He said. But she couldn’t move. Shaking, she knew that if she tried to take a single step, she was going to fall. The ground was shaking harder and harder. She was still holding Hansuke’s hand, and she could feel him shaking too. Then with an ear-splitting sound, lightning struck the surface of the cliff a few feet away. At the same time, pieces of the cliff started to crumble away. Emiko lost her balance. She looked up at Hansuke and saw her own terror mirrored in his perfect eyes. She was going to fall and he was the last thing she was going to see. “NO!” His scream echoed in her ears as she felt him jerk her arm. His strength yanked her away from the edge and she went sprawling on the ground a little way away, but as she fell, she felt his hand leave hers. As soon as she hit the ground, she tried to sit up and turn around. She managed to turn her head just in time to see Hansuke fall over the edge. He had lost his balance trying to pull her fromthe edge. “Hansuke!” She cried. She had to see him; she had to help him somehow. Standing up quickly, she ran to the path that led down to the base of the cliff and climbed down as fast as she could. It was raining hard now, and pieces of the cliff were falling all around her. It was a miracle that she even made it to the bottom in one piece. There, on the ground a few feet away, was Hansuke. He was still breathing, but only very slightly. She ran over to him. “Hansuke!” she said, crying. He opened his eyes and looked at her. He smiled weakly and as she leaned over him, he managed to choke out his last words. “I promised I wouldn’t let you fall.” Pick your Side It’s been a few months since Wielders Grove was destroyed. On that day, when the world split, the Keyblades were awakened and chose many people from all the worlds, including Emiko. Unfortunately, it also chose some less than worthy wielders. A group of people calling themselves the "New Organization” are trying to harness the power of darkness to seize control of the worlds. There are others who, while not a part of the New Organization, are still after power and wreaking havoc on the worlds to get it. Heartless are overrunning everything and consuming the hearts of others, creating more heartless. But there’s always hope. Emiko saw what was happening and decided to do something about it. That’s when the Peace-Keepers were formed. What will you join? Rules 1. No godmodding or powerplay without permission from the user your character is interacting with. 2. No cussing, cursing, or general foul language. Some RP’s might be okay with it, but I’m going to go ahead and be intolerant. You may say things like “Shoot” or “Dang”, but please no worse than that. 3. Keep the romance under a PG-13 level please. Not even a “fade to black” scene is allowed. Keep it innocent, like the prologue. 4. YOU MUST USE PROPER SPELLING, GRAMMAR AND PUNTCUATION!!! Heh, you’d think that I’d be more worried about some of the other rules, but I seriously can’t stand bad spelling, grammar, or punctuation. 5. Please try to post regularly! Too many times, people will go several days without checking their RP’s, and not only is that annoying, it’s also unfair to any other users who are interacting with your character. 6. If you are interacting with a user who stops posting, please try to be patient. If the user goes at least three days without posting, you are allowed to godmodd, but just enough to get him/her out of your way. 7. I reserve the right to deny your character entry for any reasons I wish, including your RPing history, other posts, and general behavior towards other users. 8. You may only have three characters MAX! If you want another character and already have three, you may kill off another one of your characters or have them disappear in some way. 9. Your character may NOT be a descendent of any of the original characters. I know, it can be fun to think of Sora's kids, but let's make up our own characters this time. 10. If you break any rules, I will give you a warning and expect you to edit the offending post. If the action is repeated more than three times, and if your posts remain unedited, I will kill off your character in any way I wish and delete your posts and any further posts you make. 11. I reserve the right to edit rules and make more rules as I deem necessary. Character Profile Username: Name of Character: Age: Gender: Appearance: Home world: Race (Human, or Nobody?): Status: Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Biography: Anything else important: Example: Username: Marushi Name of Character: Emiko Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders Grove Status (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): She's the leader of the Organization of Peace-Keepers. Race (Human, or Nobody?): Human Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Emiko has a keyblade named "Last Breath", it looks like a silver sword, (see pic above) It doesn't look exactly like the sword, just similar. Biography: Emiko grew up on the small world Wielders Grove. When it was destroyed, she was chosen by the Keyblade and escaped the darkness. Now, she leads the organization of Peace-Keepers and tries to protect the worlds. Anything else important: Emiko might be young, but don’t judge her by appearances. She’s done a lot of growing up these last few months. Accepted Profiles Username: Dr_Wigglz Name of Character: Jackson Mendollo Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Bald, brown eyes,wears a black shirt and blue pants. Has a nasty looking scar in the shape of a dark red vertical line underneath his left eye. Average build, 5"2 in height. Home world: Destiny Islands Race (Human, or Nobody?): Human Status: Works on his own mostly Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): A crude looking dagger. Biography: Jackson was once placed in a prison for the mentally insane. He has, for the most part, recovered from it yet he still occasionally has moments that causes people to question his sanity. A truly dark individual, Jackson enjoys causing pain and suffering to people in whatever way possible. He seeks as much power as he can get, and won't let anyone or anything get in his way. He has no hesitation in killing his allies if it means getting what he wants, and many people that cross him end up dead. Anything else important: One of the humans in his own quest for power. Username: Master of Keyblades Name of Character: Ren Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders Grove Status (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): Leader of the New Organization Race (Human, or Nobody?): NobodyWeapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Dark Angel, Lunar Breaker Biography: Unlike his friend Allen, Ren wasn't so lucky in surviving the destruction of Wielders Grove and lost his heart. Luckily he had a strong heart and was reborn as a nobody. Anything else important: Former friend of Allen Username: Master of Keyblades Name of Character: Allen Gray Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders GroveStatus (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): Alone for the moment Race (Human, or Nobody?): HumanWeapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Lunar Eclipse Biography: Shortly after surviving the destruction of his world, Allen began to wander around aimlessly helping those who needed it. Over time he began to become more distant with people due to the fact that failed to save his friend.Anything else important: No matter how distant he tries to be with people, he still can be protective and friendly with his friends.
It’s been a thousand years since the Nobody called Xemnas formed Organization XIII and tried to take over Kingdom Hearts. Thanks to a boy named Sora, Xemnas was unsuccessful in his attempts and ever since then, the Worlds have lived in peace and safety. But now the Heartless are returning. People are panicking. And a few worlds have already been destroyed. People are looking for a savior. Are you it? Or are you the one who made them need a savior in the first place? In the small beautiful world of Wielders Grove, a power sleeps deep beneath the ground. It has slept dormant for a thousand years, but now it is awakening, causing earthquakes. The people of this little world are getting worried. They think that the earthquakes are a sign that the heartless are coming. They couldn't be more wrong. Unknown to the people of Wielders Grove, the very ancient Keyblade Graveyard lies buried at the heart of their world, and it is stirring because the time will soon come when the Keyblade will again seek a new master. Prologue "Come on, Emiko, it'll be fun!" Hansuke was saying as he and Emiko walked along the path in sunny Wielders Grove. Emiko smiled. She had always liked how Hansuke couldn't hold still, even for a moment. Now that he had something "fun" planned, he was practically jumping up and down in excitement. "No," she said firmly, but Hansuke wasn't one to give up easily. "Please?" he said. "No." Emiko tried to make herself sound more firm, but it didn't really come out all that convincing. "Please?" Hansuke said again. "No!" she snapped. For a moment, Hansuke was silent, and Emiko thought she'd won the battle. She smiled. "Just one trip?" Hansuke said quickly. "Hansuke!" she said. "There is nothing you can do that would make me go up there! I don't like heights, and you know it!" Hansuke stopped walking, although he was still bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I promise," he said solemnly. "I won't let you fall." Emiko looked up into his face, fully intending to say "Absolutely not," but she just had to look into his eyes. Hansuke had eyes the color of the night sky, and right now, Emiko could almost see the stars shining in them. She sighed. "Fine," she said resignedly. "But if I fall and die, I'm never gonna forgive you." Hansuke smiled mischeviously and shrugged. "Fine with me," he said. Laughing, Emiko punched his arm. Emiko didn’t like to think she was wrong about anything on any occasion, but she had to admit to herself that Hansuke had been right. In Wielders Grove, there was the town, there was the Edge, and then there were the cliffs. Most people stayed in the town, where everything was safe, and a few daredevils hung out by the Edge, where the world ended and there was nothing but space for as far as the eye could see, but almost nobody went to the cliffs. Rising up from the ground, the cliffs towered over even the tallest of buildings. Nothing ever grew on the cliffs, and no matter what the situation, a person couldn’t help but feel sad when they looked at the cliffs. But Hansuke was different. He never felt sad about anything, and to him, the cliffs were fascinating, and even exciting. Today he told Emiko that he had found a way up, and that there was something up there that he wanted her to see. She had been freaking out the whole time they were climbing, but he took her hand and she made it to the top. They were still holding hands now, and her cheeks were pink from more than the exercise. What he had wanted her to see was the sunset, and he was right, it was beautiful. The sun cast rays of light over the sky so that the clouds were a thousand different shades of pink, and a cool breeze blew across her face as she watched breathlessly. She still felt a little sad, but it was a good kind of sad. “It’s so beautiful,†she said quietly. Somehow she didn’t want any noise. Noise would ruin the effect. “You can’t see most of this from the town.†Hansuke looked at her. “Can you imagine what the town looks like from up here?†Hansuke said in a voice like a whisper. Emiko shuddered. “No,†she said, “and I don’t think I want to know. That’s a little too close to the edge for me.†Hansuke smiled. “All right,†he said. “But I’m going to find out.†Letting go of her hand, he walked forward until he was close to the edge and looked down. He let out a deep breath. “It’s awesome,†he said. He turned around and smiled at her. “It’s alright,†he said, walking back to her. “Come on.†He held his hand out to her, and against her better judgement, Emiko took it. Slowly, he led her back to the edge, and she looked down. Everything was so far away, so small. She couldn’t help but gasp and look away. “It’s alright,†Hansuke said again. Then, still holding her hand, he sat down and dangled his feet over the edge. She did the same. She had to admit, it wasn’t quite as bad sitting down. She didn’t feel like she was going to fall that way. Also, she didn’t look down again. She just looked out to the horizon. The sun was still setting, getting lower and lower. The sky was darkening above them, and the clouds were starting to lose their pink and beginning to turn purple and blue.The breeze started blowing a little stronger and Emiko closed her eyes, feeling the wind on her face. Then without warning, Hansuke leaned over and kissed her. Startled, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking out over the horizon again, but he didn’t seem to see any of it. She was glad to see in the low light that he was blushing just as much as she was. The sun set completely, the last rays stretching out for miles and then dying out. Hansuke looked back at her apologetically. “I’m sorry,†he said. “I don’t know what made me…†He trailed off. Emiko laughed nervously. “It’s… it’s alright.†They sat there for a while, looking up at the dark clouds. At first, Emiko was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to really pay attention to anything else, but after a while it dawned on her that it was a lot darker then it should be. The clouds were almost black, and she could hear thunder in the distance. Hansuke seemed to have noticed it too. “We’d better get going,†he said. “It sounds like it’s going to storm. We don’t want to be stranded up here when it hits.â€They stood up carefully, but before they could walk away, Emiko heard something on the wind. A scream, coming from the town below. All the blood in her veins seemed to freeze and she could have sworn her heart stopped completely. Hansuke had stopped too. There was another scream, and then another. Emiko couldn’t help it. She looked down. The town was far below her, lights were gleaming from hundreds of windows, but the streets were dark. People were screaming and running, and Emiko could almost make out dark shapes in the streets, chasing them. “We have to get down there!†Hansuke said. Suddenly, the ground started to shake. “Oh no!†Emiko could hear Hansuke talking, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene below. “We have to get out of here! Now!†He said. But she couldn’t move. Shaking, she knew that if she tried to take a single step, she was going to fall. The ground was shaking harder and harder. She was still holding Hansuke’s hand, and she could feel him shaking too. Then with an ear-splitting sound, lightning struck the surface of the cliff a few feet away. At the same time, pieces of the cliff started to crumble away. Emiko lost her balance. She looked up at Hansuke and saw her own terror mirrored in his perfect eyes. She was going to fall and he was the last thing she was going to see. “NO!†His scream echoed in her ears as she felt him jerk her arm. His strength yanked her away from the edge and she went sprawling on the ground a little way away, but as she fell, she felt his hand leave hers. As soon as she hit the ground, she tried to sit up and turn around. She managed to turn her head just in time to see Hansuke fall over the edge. He had lost his balance trying to pull her fromthe edge. “Hansuke!†She cried. She had to see him; she had to help him somehow. Standing up quickly, she ran to the path that led down to the base of the cliff and climbed down as fast as she could. It was raining hard now, and pieces of the cliff were falling all around her. It was a miracle that she even made it to the bottom in one piece. There, on the ground a few feet away, was Hansuke. He was still breathing, but only very slightly. She ran over to him. “Hansuke!†she said, crying. He opened his eyes and looked at her. He smiled weakly and as she leaned over him, he managed to choke out his last words. “I promised I wouldn’t let you fall.†Pick your Side It’s been a few months since Wielders Grove was destroyed. On that day, when the world split, the Keyblades were awakened and chose many people from all the worlds, including Emiko. Unfortunately, it also chose some less than worthy wielders. A group of people calling themselves the "New Organization†are trying to harness the power of darkness to seize control of the worlds. There are others who, while not a part of the New Organization, are still after power and wreaking havoc on the worlds to get it. Heartless are overrunning everything and consuming the hearts of others, creating more heartless. But there’s always hope. Emiko saw what was happening and decided to do something about it. That’s when the Peace-Keepers were formed. What will you join? Rules 1. No godmodding or powerplay without permission from the user your character is interacting with. 2. No cussing, cursing, or general foul language. Some RP’s might be okay with it, but I’m going to go ahead and be intolerant. You may say things like “Shoot†or “Dangâ€, but please no worse than that.3. Keep the romance under a PG-13 level please. Not even a “fade to black†scene is allowed. Keep it innocent, like the prologue. 4. YOU MUST USE PROPER SPELLING, GRAMMAR AND PUNTCUATION!!! Heh, you’d think that I’d be more worried about some of the other rules, but I seriously can’t stand bad spelling, grammar, or punctuation. 5. Please try to post regularly! Too many times, people will go several days without checking their RP’s, and not only is that annoying, it’s also unfair to any other users who are interacting with your character. 6. If you are interacting with a user who stops posting, please try to be patient. If the user goes at least three days without posting, you are allowed to godmodd, but just enough to get him/her out of your way. 7. I reserve the right to deny your character entry for any reasons I wish, including your RPing history, other posts, and general behavior towards other users. 8. You may only have three characters MAX! If you want another character and already have three, you may kill off another one of your characters or have them disappear in some way. 9. Your character mey NOT be a descendent of any of the original characters. I know, it can be fun to think of Sora's kids, but let's make up our own characters this time. 10. If you break any rules, I will give you a warning and expect you to edit the offending post. If the action is repeated more than three times, and if your posts remain unedited, I will kill off your character in any way I wish and delete your posts and any further posts you make. 11. I reserve the right to edit rules and make more rules as I deem necessary. Character Profile Username: Name of Character: Age: Gender: Appearance: Home world: Race (Human, or Nobody?): Status: Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Biography: Anything else important: Example: Username: Marushi Name of Character: Emiko Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders Grove Status (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): She's the leader of the Organization of Peace-Keepers. Race (Human, or Nobody?): Human Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Emiko has a keyblade named "Last Breath", it looks like a silver sword, (see pic above) It doesn't look exactly like the sword, just similar. Biography: Emiko grew up on the small world Wielders Grove. When it was destroyed, she was chosen by the Keyblade and escaped the darkness. Now, she leads the organization of Peace-Keepers and tries to protect the worlds. Anything else important: Emiko might be young, but don’t judge her by appearances. She’s done a lot of growing up these last few months. Accepted Profiles Username: Dr_Wigglz Name of Character: Jackson Mendollo Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Bald, brown eyes,wears a black shirt and blue pants. Has a nasty looking scar in the shape of a dark red vertical line underneath his left eye. Average build, 5"2 in height. Home world: Destiny Islands Race (Human, or Nobody?): Human Status: Works on his own mostly Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): A crude looking dagger. Biography: Jackson was once placed in a prison for the mentally insane. He has, for the most part, recovered from it yet he still occasionally has moments that causes people to question his sanity. A truly dark individual, Jackson enjoys causing pain and suffering to people in whatever way possible. He seeks as much power as he can get, and won't let anyone or anything get in his way. He has no hesitation in killing his allies if it means getting what he wants, and many people that cross him end up dead. Anything else important: One of the humans in his own quest for power. Username: Master of Keyblades Name of Character: Ren Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders Grove Status (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): Leader of the New Organization Race (Human, or Nobody?): NobodyWeapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Dark Angel, Lunar Breaker Biography: Unlike his friend Allen, Ren wasn't so lucky in surviving the destruction of Wielders Grove and lost his heart. Luckily he had a strong heart and was reborn as a nobody. Anything else important: Former friend of Allen Username: Master of KeybladesName of Character: Allen Gray Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Spoiler Home World: Wielders GroveStatus (Are you part of an organization, or do you work on your own?): Alone for the moment Race (Human, or Nobody?): Human Weapon(s) or Keyblade(s): Lunar Eclipse Biography: Shortly after surviving the destruction of his world, Allen began to wander around aimlessly helping those who needed it. Over time he began to become more distant with people due to the fact that failed to save his friend.Anything else important: No matter how distant he tries to be with people, he still can be protective and friendly with his friends. OOC thread here http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.p...the-Worlds-(OOC-Thread)&p=3457262#post3457262
So, here's the first story I've ever actually finished. This is just the first version; I haven't really edited it all the way yet. Oh well. Enjoy! Your mother hasn’t found out yet. No one has. I’m the only one who knows you. You are so precious to me, even now, before you’ve taken form. I know you’re going to grow up to be a wonderful girl. Bright, sensitive, imaginative… I’ve already got a special plan ready for you, including a very special someone. Your mother discovered you today. She is so happy; I wish you could see how much she loves you already. Your father doesn’t know yet.Your mother doesn’t know how to tell him. He will love you too. He’s going to be so proud of you. You’ll be his little princess all the short days of his life. Your parents announced you to the rest of your family today. It was amazing. Your aunt Marjorie hugged your mother so tight that she almost strangled her. Your grandfather still can’t stop smiling. He’s already called all his friends and told them about you, and your grandmother already has a list of names picked out, but they’re not really what your parents are looking for. They already know what your name’s going to be, they just haven’t talked about it yet. They can’t wait for you to get here. I can’t either. You arrived today. You came almost two weeks earlier than the doctors thought you would. They’re always making mistakes like that. Your mother barely made it. She tried so hard, and worked so hard, but it was worth it. She was very brave, she didn’t shed a tear. Until she saw you, that is. She couldn’t stop crying then. Your father cried too, but he tried not to show it. You are so loved, and always will be. Even when all else fails, I will love you. You’ve been growing up so fast! You’re bright, just like I said you would be. You’re imaginative, too. You spent the better part of an hour today coloring… all over the walls of your mother’s bedroom wall. It was lovely. Of course, she had to punish you. Oh, I could barely stand your bitter tears, even though I knew you had to learn. Believe me; I hated your punishment just as much you did. But it was soon over, and you were playing and laughing as usual. I love it when you laugh. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know this is a hard time for you, and you’re so young. Your father loved you in his life, and he still loved you to the last second. I know you don’t understand why it had to happen, why he had to leave you. It wasn’t his fault. The brakes stalled, he couldn’t stop. It didn’t cause him any pain. Just a moment of fear, and then it was over. I wish I could be there, I wish I could hold you, and let you cry in my arms. But I can do this for you; sleep, my daughter. Sleep, and have sweet dreams. Dream of your father, and smile again. You’re healing. Slowly but surely, you find that life goes on, despite the pain of loss. I know you feel guilty whenever you have too good a time. You think that you should still be sad, for his sake, but don’t be.Your father wouldn’t want you to miss out on life because he can’t share it with you. I know you loved him, believe me; I love him more than you ever could know. But please, try to smile again. I miss seeing you smile. Today was your first day of middle school. You were so excited this morning. Seeing your face fall as the day went on was like watching a flower wilt in a storm. I’m sorry that people don’t understand you like I do. You are very precious to me, and I wish I could be there to hold you now. And yes, he likes you too, but he is not meant for you. He belongs to someone else. Don’t worry, your match is still out there, and he is waiting for you. Dear Heart, don’t be worried. I know you don’t want this, and I know you aren’t ready for it. It was not my plan, it shouldn’t have happened, but it did. Ever since the accident, your mother won’t let me help her. She blames me for what happened to her first love. Now the Enemy has taken hold of her heart, and he has firmly convinced her that she loves this man. Be strong; the road ahead will not be easy. But trust me, and I will get you through it. Every day you live I watch over you, every breath you take is precious to me. I love watching you grow. Every moment, you become more and more the beautiful young lady I know you can be. Your smile is so lovely, and I love hearing you laugh. Be careful, dearest. The world is full of those who would take advantage of your gentle spirit and loving nature. Watch your heart; some of your friends are not the best influence on you. Today was a disappointing day for you, and I’m very sorry. I know you liked the boy, and it was bitter to have your friend be part of the betrayal. Please don’t judge her too harshly. She is still your friend, even if she hurt you now. As for the boy, he is not yours, and never was good enough for you. I know that doesn’t numb the pain you feel now, but please understand, I have a plan for you, and you’ll never have to be alone. I will never leave you. Dearest, don’t be afraid. I know you don’t want to move, and I know you hate that man, but don’t be afraid. I have you safe in my arms, and as long as you trust me I will never leave you. Be strong, you will face many temptations in your new school, and many sore trials at home, but keep your head up; I have some good things ready for you there. Oh how I wish you could know me, could see my love for you.You are so precious to me, and you are more beautiful than you know. Your new friends don’t know you. They don’t understand you like I do. You don’t need them; they’re a bad influence on you. But, I’m glad you’re happy. As for your home life, I’m so sorry. That man is not in my plan for you, and he should not have become a part of your family. Precious girl, please take care; that boy is not yours, and he is wrong for you. Be careful, or he will treat you wrong. Have patience, My Flower. Your match is on his way. He is not perfect, of course. Nobody is. But he is the best for you. Don’t latch yourself onto this other boy. He is not good for you. Today I introduced you to your match. You don’t like him yet, but now you know him. As for the other boy, you really need to let him go. He’s not good for you. Every time you’re with him, you become less and less you. And I’m sorry, but he doesn’t love you. He never has. There’s just one thing he wants. You don’t know yet, but he isn’t true. If you don’t break it off now, He’s going to hurt you soon. But don’t worry, I will take care of you. You’ve been getting to know your match a little better. You still haven’t seen him as yours, but you’re beginning to enjoy his company. He told you about me today. He told you all about how much I love you, and how I wish you would love me, too. He invited you to my house, but you said no. I understand. You’ve been told one thing all your life, and it’s not easy to accept a strange new idea at first. Just know this: even if you never accept me, I will love you more than even your match ever could. I love you more than life itself, more than you could ever love me back. That man has reached his limit. I’ve tried to be patient, but he has gone too far. I’m sorry that he hit you, he will pay for it. Maybe not now, but justice will happen. Your mother knows now how much of a mistake it was to let him into her life. She is miserable now, I know you can see it. Yet, she still won't let me help her. Now, she's blaming me for your stepfather as well. Don’t be afraid of your school friends seeing the mark. Some people might give you a hard time, but there’s not one of them that hasn’t been in your place. I love you so much, Dear heart. and I wish you could love me too. Dear Heart, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I warned you that this would happen; I warned you that he was false. He was not meant for you, and he didn’t love you. The rejection and heartache will fade with time, but I know that the pain you feel now is unbearable. I wish I could be there, I wish I could hold you, and let you cry in my arms. When you were a little girl, your mother held you for me, but now you cry alone. However, I can do this for you; Sleep, my daughter. Sleep, and have sweet dreams. Dream of your father, and your mother with him. You are a little girl again, happy and innocent, untouched by the world. Dream. Every day is a waking nightmare. I watch you as you drift away from me, as you struggle and fight with your life. I long to take care of you, to love you, but you push me away and turn to other things. You’ve tried everything to forget, but nothing helps you. Dear Heart, you are beautiful. It’s killing me to see you starve yourself. You are so precious to me, and nothing could ever change that. Your match is praying for you, he wants me to help you, but I can’t help until you let me. Please open your heart to me and let me in. I could help you so much, if you would just let me. My poor girl. My precious daughter. Oh, I wish I could hold you, I wish I could keep you safe. I know your heartache; I can see your pain. Please know that the child inside you is as beautiful as you are, and just as precious to me. I’m so sorry that boy did such a thing to you; please let me in to help you. Your match is so afraid for you; he hates to see you hurting. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he loves you, and hates to see you like this. I feel the same way. Please let me in. I can help you if you just trust me. Dear heart, please don’t do this. Please don’t end it now.Your life is just beginning, as well as the life of your son. I love you both so much, I can’t bear to see you hurting. Please don’t do this. Please let me help you, I can fix it, I can take care of you, just let me in. Please don’t end your life. Forget that boy. Forget your stepfather. Forget your so-called friends. I love you so much, even though all else fails. Dear Heart, I loved you your whole life, from before you took your first breath 'till you breathed your last. You were so precious to me, and I had such plans for your life, if you had only let me in. I tried to help you; I tried to let you know me. I guess you just found me unbelievable.
