Author's Note: I'm so happy that people actually liked chapter one so much. I thought most people would advert from a story like this, but I'm happy to see such encouragement. This is chapter two and there will be some graphic/disturbing scenes (more-so near the end) so read with caution at the end if you're not comfortable with violent scenes. Enjoy chapter two, readers.
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The biker sped across the streets of New York, twisting and swerving around pedestrians and cars as they made their way through the bustling city. She zoomed across sidewalks and across streets, soon skidding to a halt as she finally made it to her destination. She picked up her bike and quickly made her way up the stairs and soon into her apartment.
The exhausted woman rested her bike on a Стена and made her way to the answering machine, pressing a button to allow all missed messages to play back at her. "Hey girl, it's me, Roxy. Just popping in to remind Ты that Ты have your oral presentation and thesis in a few days...I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead!" There was a long beep! as that messaged finished, the Далее one soon playing. "Hey Bloom, it's Sky. I think it's time that Ты and I went out sometime. Say...around eight? I know Ты have a life outside of school." The woman, Bloom, smirked and soon hopped into the shower, answering the machine with, "But I have to study!" There was another beep! and the final message played. "And don't say that Ты have to study...you've done enough. I'm coming to get Ты at eight."
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The two laughed and soon took a sip of their drinks. "I can't believe that you're soon going to be a master of psychology." Sky joked, Bloom smiling. "Yeah well, it wasn't exactly a walk in the park." Her boyfriend smiled and took a sip of his beer. "So, master of the mind, if you're so good, analyze me." Bloom smirked and looked at him. "Well...I'd say that Ты were born to an upper-middle class family, considering the school that Ты went to. You're fairly kind, but can be rather cocky. You're someone who thinks highly of themselves but that doesn't get in the way of your emotions and processing." Sky nodded, and Bloom smiled back at him. "Now it's your turn."
Sky sighed and looked at her as well. "I'd say that you're very smart and very kind. Ты are not selfish and tend to put the well-being of others before your own...but, Ты can also be rather moody." Bloom made a face. "I'm not moody!" She snapped back, Sky laughing. "I didn't mean it in a bad way! It just means Ты feel, and that's a good thing."
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Sky lead Bloom through the hall and stopped once they had reached her apartment door. "Make sure Ты don't stay up till four in the morning studying, okay?" He joked, Bloom pecking him on the cheek. "Yeah, yeah..." She mumbled, opening her door and entering her room. She made her way into the living room and pulled out her thesis and study books, soon plopping unto the couch. She began flipping through her psychology Книги when the phone suddenly rang.
She jumped, startled from the noise and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked, only to be answered by labored breathing. "Bloom...?" The caller finally croaked out, Bloom gasping quietly. "Oh Stella, hi. Is everything alright?" The caller, Stella, sounded nervous. "Uhm no...not at all. C-could Ты meet me?" Bloom frowned and checked the time. "It's a little—" She sighed. "Sure, Stella, where do Ты want me to meet you?" There was an anxious sigh on the other line before Stella replied, "At the обедающий, закусочной that's near the courthouse." Bloom nodded. "Okay, see Ты there." She then hung up, quickly gathering a пальто and umbrella as she made her way out.
Bloom quickly made her way across the street, soon walking on the sidewalks until she made it to the small diner. She walked in and was greeted by a friendly atmosphere. She looked around for her friend and soon heard her name being called. "Bloom!" Someone snapped from the back, her head whirling around to find Stella standing near an empty таблица awkwardly. Bloom made her way towards her and inwardly flinched when she saw her. "Stella? I almost didn't recognize you." She gasped, sitting down. "Yeah, I look terrible." Stella mumbled, picking at a sore on her hand.
Terrible was an understatement. Stella had dark bags under her eyes and her skin was pale and grimy. Her hair was very long, lanky and oily, knatted and split. Her nails were very short, as if they kept being bitten off if they ever tried to grow. She wore a filthy tank вверх and matted jacket, her pants having holes and tears in them.
"You mustn't have recognized me, huh? I look pretty bad, right?" Bloom frowned. "You—you look terrible." She stated, Stella twitching and picking еще at the wound. "What happened to your hand?" She asked, Stella poking at it some more. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain." Bloom gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "Well try." As she сказал(-а) this, the lights in the restaurant began to flicker which caused Stella to become jumpy and paranoid.
"They're here." She says, looking around the restaurant. "Who? Stella, it's just a power surge from the storm." She quickly nodded 'no'. "No, it's not...listen, do Ты remember those night-terrors that Ты used to have?" Bloom blinked, taken back by the Болталка question. "What, when we were kids?" Stella nodded. "That's when they marked us...and now they're back." Bloom frowned. "Who?" Stella seemed to have ignored the Вопрос and instead focused her attention on a crying baby near the back. "You hear that?" She asks, Bloom becoming confused. "What?" Stella looked at her impatiently and drew her focus away from the child. "Listen, Ты hear a baby crying или Ты hear a kid crying, Ты keep moving, okay? Children can sort of sense them. They're your warning." Bloom raised an eyebrow. "Warning against what?"
Stella ignored this Вопрос once again and was suddenly focused on the flickering lights. "They effect the electrical things. They effect the lights and the phones...t-they effect things!" She snapped, Bloom having had enough. "Stella stop! You're not making any sense. Just tell me what happened." Stella rolled her eyes. "But I am telling you! They can't be in the light, they hide in the dark so Ты can't see them. I-I mean, I've been doing research and reading...and I don't think I'm alone. Poe...I think he saw them too. His Письмо is dark and hopeless and he went crazy too..." Bloom sighed and rubbed her hands anxiously. "I don't know what you're talking about." Stella narrowed her eyes at her. "Well of course Ты don't! I gotta work nights so I can sleep days! My own fucking mother looks at me like I oughta be locked up!" She snarled, a few people turning their heads to see what all the shouting was about. Stella noticed this and lowered her voice, soon hissing through clenched teeth, "I gotta be locked up."
She began picking at her sore again and then sighed angrily. "I even tried to find if there's other people like us. I made Друзья just to see if I wasn't alone and Ты wanna know what I found out?" Bloom blinked. "What?" Stella took a rugged breath. "Nobody can help me." Bloom's eyes filled with sadness and she reached her hands out to comfort her troubled friend. "I'm going to help you." But all she did was recoil away. "No, Ты can't...I-I shouldn't have called." She says, her eyes soon filling with tears. "No, Ты did the right thing. Just try and explain it to me!" Bloom сказал(-а) firmly, yet kindly. Stella just nodded 'no' and began crying harder, soon covering her face with her hands.
"I'm scared." She says, the lights soon flickering еще furiously. "I don't wanna be scared!" She whines, еще tears falling from her face. "There's nothing to be scared of." Bloom says kindly, she nodding 'no'. "You're wrong." She snarls, еще tears falling as the lights seemed to jitter in their sockets. "Stella..." Bloom whispered, her voice filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry..." Stella finally mumbles. "Sorry for what?" Bloom asks, her сердце soon catching in her throat as she watched Stella pull out a gun and aim it under her chin. "No!" She shouted, but it was too late. A loud bang! filled the room and blood soon splattered unto Bloom's shocked face, a shrill scream soon piercing the quiet atmosphere of the diner...
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The biker sped across the streets of New York, twisting and swerving around pedestrians and cars as they made their way through the bustling city. She zoomed across sidewalks and across streets, soon skidding to a halt as she finally made it to her destination. She picked up her bike and quickly made her way up the stairs and soon into her apartment.
The exhausted woman rested her bike on a Стена and made her way to the answering machine, pressing a button to allow all missed messages to play back at her. "Hey girl, it's me, Roxy. Just popping in to remind Ты that Ты have your oral presentation and thesis in a few days...I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead!" There was a long beep! as that messaged finished, the Далее one soon playing. "Hey Bloom, it's Sky. I think it's time that Ты and I went out sometime. Say...around eight? I know Ты have a life outside of school." The woman, Bloom, smirked and soon hopped into the shower, answering the machine with, "But I have to study!" There was another beep! and the final message played. "And don't say that Ты have to study...you've done enough. I'm coming to get Ты at eight."
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The two laughed and soon took a sip of their drinks. "I can't believe that you're soon going to be a master of psychology." Sky joked, Bloom smiling. "Yeah well, it wasn't exactly a walk in the park." Her boyfriend smiled and took a sip of his beer. "So, master of the mind, if you're so good, analyze me." Bloom smirked and looked at him. "Well...I'd say that Ты were born to an upper-middle class family, considering the school that Ты went to. You're fairly kind, but can be rather cocky. You're someone who thinks highly of themselves but that doesn't get in the way of your emotions and processing." Sky nodded, and Bloom smiled back at him. "Now it's your turn."
Sky sighed and looked at her as well. "I'd say that you're very smart and very kind. Ты are not selfish and tend to put the well-being of others before your own...but, Ты can also be rather moody." Bloom made a face. "I'm not moody!" She snapped back, Sky laughing. "I didn't mean it in a bad way! It just means Ты feel, and that's a good thing."
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Sky lead Bloom through the hall and stopped once they had reached her apartment door. "Make sure Ты don't stay up till four in the morning studying, okay?" He joked, Bloom pecking him on the cheek. "Yeah, yeah..." She mumbled, opening her door and entering her room. She made her way into the living room and pulled out her thesis and study books, soon plopping unto the couch. She began flipping through her psychology Книги when the phone suddenly rang.
She jumped, startled from the noise and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked, only to be answered by labored breathing. "Bloom...?" The caller finally croaked out, Bloom gasping quietly. "Oh Stella, hi. Is everything alright?" The caller, Stella, sounded nervous. "Uhm no...not at all. C-could Ты meet me?" Bloom frowned and checked the time. "It's a little—" She sighed. "Sure, Stella, where do Ты want me to meet you?" There was an anxious sigh on the other line before Stella replied, "At the обедающий, закусочной that's near the courthouse." Bloom nodded. "Okay, see Ты there." She then hung up, quickly gathering a пальто and umbrella as she made her way out.
Bloom quickly made her way across the street, soon walking on the sidewalks until she made it to the small diner. She walked in and was greeted by a friendly atmosphere. She looked around for her friend and soon heard her name being called. "Bloom!" Someone snapped from the back, her head whirling around to find Stella standing near an empty таблица awkwardly. Bloom made her way towards her and inwardly flinched when she saw her. "Stella? I almost didn't recognize you." She gasped, sitting down. "Yeah, I look terrible." Stella mumbled, picking at a sore on her hand.
Terrible was an understatement. Stella had dark bags under her eyes and her skin was pale and grimy. Her hair was very long, lanky and oily, knatted and split. Her nails were very short, as if they kept being bitten off if they ever tried to grow. She wore a filthy tank вверх and matted jacket, her pants having holes and tears in them.
"You mustn't have recognized me, huh? I look pretty bad, right?" Bloom frowned. "You—you look terrible." She stated, Stella twitching and picking еще at the wound. "What happened to your hand?" She asked, Stella poking at it some more. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain." Bloom gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "Well try." As she сказал(-а) this, the lights in the restaurant began to flicker which caused Stella to become jumpy and paranoid.
"They're here." She says, looking around the restaurant. "Who? Stella, it's just a power surge from the storm." She quickly nodded 'no'. "No, it's not...listen, do Ты remember those night-terrors that Ты used to have?" Bloom blinked, taken back by the Болталка question. "What, when we were kids?" Stella nodded. "That's when they marked us...and now they're back." Bloom frowned. "Who?" Stella seemed to have ignored the Вопрос and instead focused her attention on a crying baby near the back. "You hear that?" She asks, Bloom becoming confused. "What?" Stella looked at her impatiently and drew her focus away from the child. "Listen, Ты hear a baby crying или Ты hear a kid crying, Ты keep moving, okay? Children can sort of sense them. They're your warning." Bloom raised an eyebrow. "Warning against what?"
Stella ignored this Вопрос once again and was suddenly focused on the flickering lights. "They effect the electrical things. They effect the lights and the phones...t-they effect things!" She snapped, Bloom having had enough. "Stella stop! You're not making any sense. Just tell me what happened." Stella rolled her eyes. "But I am telling you! They can't be in the light, they hide in the dark so Ты can't see them. I-I mean, I've been doing research and reading...and I don't think I'm alone. Poe...I think he saw them too. His Письмо is dark and hopeless and he went crazy too..." Bloom sighed and rubbed her hands anxiously. "I don't know what you're talking about." Stella narrowed her eyes at her. "Well of course Ты don't! I gotta work nights so I can sleep days! My own fucking mother looks at me like I oughta be locked up!" She snarled, a few people turning their heads to see what all the shouting was about. Stella noticed this and lowered her voice, soon hissing through clenched teeth, "I gotta be locked up."
She began picking at her sore again and then sighed angrily. "I even tried to find if there's other people like us. I made Друзья just to see if I wasn't alone and Ты wanna know what I found out?" Bloom blinked. "What?" Stella took a rugged breath. "Nobody can help me." Bloom's eyes filled with sadness and she reached her hands out to comfort her troubled friend. "I'm going to help you." But all she did was recoil away. "No, Ты can't...I-I shouldn't have called." She says, her eyes soon filling with tears. "No, Ты did the right thing. Just try and explain it to me!" Bloom сказал(-а) firmly, yet kindly. Stella just nodded 'no' and began crying harder, soon covering her face with her hands.
"I'm scared." She says, the lights soon flickering еще furiously. "I don't wanna be scared!" She whines, еще tears falling from her face. "There's nothing to be scared of." Bloom says kindly, she nodding 'no'. "You're wrong." She snarls, еще tears falling as the lights seemed to jitter in their sockets. "Stella..." Bloom whispered, her voice filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry..." Stella finally mumbles. "Sorry for what?" Bloom asks, her сердце soon catching in her throat as she watched Stella pull out a gun and aim it under her chin. "No!" She shouted, but it was too late. A loud bang! filled the room and blood soon splattered unto Bloom's shocked face, a shrill scream soon piercing the quiet atmosphere of the diner...
Эй,
guys! I want to write a fanfiction with other peoples characters because i've seen other people do it! If you're intersted please Комментарий the following!!! Please Join! It will be fun :)
Name:
Nickname:
Witch, fairy specialist:
Главная world, describe:
Power :
Appearance (Eyes, skin, Hair, height Body type):
Age (between 16-18 seems to be the going age for the students here):
Personality: Fun loving, Peace maker, sensitive, Scared, shy, sweet
Family:
Loves:
Hates:
Fears, why?:
Everyday outfit:
Bag:
Pajamas :
Transformation outfit:
Exercise outfit :
Charmix:
Enchantix:
Strongest Attack:
Pet:
Ball Gown:
Expolration Outfit/ Out doors Outfit/ Mission Outfit:
Weekend Outfit:
Lazy Outfit:
Any other different Occasion Outfit:
Yea, I know that's a lot of outfits!!! Add anything else Ты think I should know!! Thanks for submitting a character!!!!!!!! :)
Name:
Nickname:
Witch, fairy specialist:
Главная world, describe:
Power :
Appearance (Eyes, skin, Hair, height Body type):
Age (between 16-18 seems to be the going age for the students here):
Personality: Fun loving, Peace maker, sensitive, Scared, shy, sweet
Family:
Loves:
Hates:
Fears, why?:
Everyday outfit:
Bag:
Pajamas :
Transformation outfit:
Exercise outfit :
Charmix:
Enchantix:
Strongest Attack:
Pet:
Ball Gown:
Expolration Outfit/ Out doors Outfit/ Mission Outfit:
Weekend Outfit:
Lazy Outfit:
Any other different Occasion Outfit:
Yea, I know that's a lot of outfits!!! Add anything else Ты think I should know!! Thanks for submitting a character!!!!!!!! :)
Okay, here is a Фан fiction crossover I've been meaning to post for a while. This is the plot- When Drakken and Shego Присоединиться forces with the Trix, it's up to Kim Possible and Ron to Присоединиться the Winx in order to stop them from taking over both Earth and Magix. Can they save big places before they take control and Kim finds out a secret that she didn't know she was one of the Winx.
Предварительный просмотр of chapter one-
(Kim's point of view)
Эй, everyone! My name is Kimberly Anne Possible, call me Kim. I'm 16 and head cheerleader at Middleton High, and I'm also a fairy. Ты see this all happened when Ron and I were out looking for our villain Drakken, I told Ron "we are never going to find him." He replied "we have to Kim, he has to around here somewhere." I sighed,knowing my boyfriend for once was right Drakken had to be around the planet somewhere или if he wasn't there at all.
Предварительный просмотр of chapter one-
(Kim's point of view)
Эй, everyone! My name is Kimberly Anne Possible, call me Kim. I'm 16 and head cheerleader at Middleton High, and I'm also a fairy. Ты see this all happened when Ron and I were out looking for our villain Drakken, I told Ron "we are never going to find him." He replied "we have to Kim, he has to around here somewhere." I sighed,knowing my boyfriend for once was right Drakken had to be around the planet somewhere или if he wasn't there at all.