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Misplaced - Chapter 2Chapter 2
They drove for several hours in the darkness of night. As Sparow looked over to the woman sitting next to him, he then realized that her body was slightly limp along with her eyes shut. Sparow couldn't help but sigh in jealousy as all he wanted to do right know was curl up in a nice soft bed and sleep. Knowing that there was no way that could be possible as almost everything was shut at this time and above all, he had no money. Being put in another world which uses different money than he was used too didn't really help his situation.
Finally realizing he had hit a slight dead end, Sparow parked up in a car park before silencing his car and falling asleep almost instantly in his driving seat.
Ronaldo had slept the night in one of Mo's spare rooms. It was quiet plain, just a normal single bed, wardrobe and desk was placed there. The day before, his new found boss had explained that if he was suddenly going to work for him, he would have to be willing enough the do some dra
Misplaced - Chapter 1Chapter 1
The sound of foot steps echoed through the large room as the older man paced slowly passed the red headed man sleeping on a metal bed. The deep cut on his side was stitched up like the other deep wounds that had been cut into his body. As the older man paced, he noticed little things about the red head that you wouldn't catch at first. The tips of his long hair seemed a little burnt and was a little black while his parting seemed a more dark red than the rest of his hair. At the corner of his eye was a small cut that followed the line of his nose before curling into itself. He was also fairly well muscled and his teeth seemed to have more of a point that a normal person would have.
The distinct features of the man on the table matched the feelings the older man had when you first set your eyes on him. He made you feel different, like you were you abnormal one. Like you, were the one who didn't fit in. Even as he slept quietly or, as the older man recalled, when he limped down
Misplaced - PrologueMisplaced
The city streets were damp from a former rain in the weak sunlight. It was only morning in the small town but cars and busses still roared by in the morning sun. A young lady, must have been in her early twenties, her hair as dark as the night sky while her skin as light as the shinning moon, lay on the moist ground, eyes shut closed. She just laid there before suddenly giving out a groan, slowly pushing herself into a sitting position.
"What the hell just happened?" she moaned to herself, pushing her black fringe back through her hair. She looked around, biting her lip, looking puzzled. She pulled herself to her feet with a slight stumble before stretching her arms up in the air. A young man then walked past, with who seemed like his young daughter at his side. The woman didn't miss him.
"Excuse me," the young woman asked, stumbling to his side "may I ask you what part of the world I am?"
"Excuse me?" he asked quickly, turning to look at the woman that had just appe
Tears of a Dragon Chapter 10
I stood quickly, my eyes wide in shock. How did this magnificent Pokemon just turn up in such silence? The Pokemon's head turned from Rex as I took a step towards it. It glared at me with it's crystal blue eyes, making me feel so small and it even more giant. I watched it examine me from head to toe, taking in my every feature. It's blue eyes softened as it reached my head. The white dragon then stretched it's neck outwards so close it's hot breathe brushed against my body. It then started nuzzling it's snout into my stomach. Not with much force, only gently in case of pushing me over. I heard it purr as I brushed my hands through it's soft fur, feeling the heat of it's body. plurals
Tears then started running down it's face as it closed it's eyes. It whined quietly as I stroked it's cheek, it's tears sparkling in the moonlight. I then remembered what Rex was, he was the human half of Reshiram. You could pretty much tell, they had the same eyes, same colour hair, damn, even
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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