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Dre_o
Apr 5, 2008, 11:24 PM
In a story that was never told, in a tragedy never acted out, there was a Hero. Not the legendary Ethan Waber or Laia Martinez.

No. This hero traveled to the brink and back, only to find it torn away again. This is the story of a hero whose only victory was over himself.

This, is his story, his nightmare.

Nitro Vordex
Apr 6, 2008, 12:09 AM
I hope your not referring to your sig. http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wacko.gif

interested, c'mon, show us! D:

Dre_o
Apr 7, 2008, 09:11 AM
1)
Guardians. Pshhh, Heroes of the Gurhal System

The lone figure is indistinguishable against the wooded Parum landscape. His pose, rigid. His fist, clenched. Only his mind was moving, racing with the memories that burned his soul.

"Temporary leave!? For what??"
"You've gone though massive trauma, you need time off."
"Bull shit I do!"
"We're done here."

Damnit....Damnit....DAMNIT! THEY HAD TO HAVE KNOWN! THEY HAD TO HAVE KNOWN! They wouldn't have sent me had they not known!

He doesn't notice the blood on his knuckles until he feels the tree crashing to the ground. Pain crashes into his brain at the same time that the memories return.

If it wasn't for HQ..I wouldn't be here in this... place right now. The bastards. What do I have now? What do I have to thank them for? A Lander and a tent. All thanks to the great and wonderful Guardians...

Then, comes the scream.

Dre_o
Apr 12, 2008, 12:00 PM
2)

That wasn't as much of a scream as a....laugh..

Regardless, it sends a chill up his spine and makes every hair stand on end. Yet he doesn't have to wait long before he discovers the source as it comes crashing through the trees, Rapid Stream first.

It passes by his throat.

His voice pierces the dust. "Who are you and what the hell is wrong with you?"

The crouched figure merely laughs manically, she lifts her head just enough to see her eyes. Deranged. Psychotic.

"Me boy? Hahahah...What does it matter what my name is?"

"I asked you a question!"

"It doesn't matter. You're going to die anyways!"

Rigid stance...charging!

The blade catches his shoulder, spraying blood to the air.

"Gah...Damn it! Stop already!"

"Stop?...Stop?...that...that is what I told them. But they didn't listen. No, they just..."

"What are you talking about?"

What...what is she doing?

She begins to shudder as if dropped into a frozen lake.

"Mommy...I'm scared....please..don't leave me!"

What is..

"TAKE ME WITH YOU MOMMY!"

She raises the blade to her own throat.

Dre_o
Apr 30, 2008, 04:14 PM
3)
"I can't move."
"Good evening."
"I can't move."
"Good. I bound you down."
"Oh, so you're THAT kind of guy, huh?"
"Come on now."

Her laugh. It isn't crazed

"Lady...do you remember anything?"
"One: Don't call me lady. Two: what do you mean?"
"Well, for one, you tried to kill me."
"What??...Well I guess you deserved it."
"Then..you tried to kill yourself."
"...I did?"
"Yes."
"...Why...did you stop me? I tried to kill you!"
"...Because you faltered."
"..."
"Your eyes."
"..."
"They shone with fear when the weapon was in your hands."
"..."
"That fear gave me a window to strike. More importantly...it told me you didn't want to die."
"..."
"Rest now. There's no rush. Heh, you're not going anywhere. We'll talk more in the morning."