Post by King Etna on Dec 18, 2007 21:02:34 GMT -5
WOW! This is long! I'm gonna turn in this essay to my English teacher, so tell me if it sounds good. YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ ALL OF IT! Most people only had like 3 or 4 pages, but not me! I'm an author so I act like one!
A Forgotten Memory
Introduction
A Very Bright Farewell
The sun’s opposite Luna bid her farewell to the hidden village. As Luna left, her angry brother Helios was ready to say “Good Morning!” to the village. Helios cast the magical incantation to hide the true form of the Sun God to avoid any eye destruction. Luna then pulled her white, silk covers over her head and fell into a deep, dark sleep only to be awoken by the Sun’s farewell.
Chapter One, Mironie Village
A young woman had just gotten out of bed in a very irritated manner. She had bright blue eyes and the ears of a Hell Cat. She was one, mind you, but this one was special. She was the cutest, most intelligent and sophisticated of them all! She may be perfect, but she does act her name species every now and then! She can be big whiny brat, but hardly ever!
“Agh,” she yelled, “It’s too early!”
She walked over to her closet made out of the most valuable bamboo. The only thing she had that was valuable. She had several things of sentimental value, but none worth the while of the greedy wealthy lords!
She opened it and looked around for her training clothes. “Ah-hah,” she pointed out. The clothes were of a small grey kimono with white lining. The kimono came with a pair of thin, soft grey pants. They were so soft you’d see a cat sleeping on them, sleeping the day away!
She was a very joyful girl. Amunetillia was her name, but she liked to be called Amunet! She was born in the very village her feet were in at that very moment! Mironie village! This was her village! In her judgment, the very definition of the word “home!”
She put her robes on, ignoring her toiletry duties and walked towards her special drawer. She opened it and noticed a small necklace with a small crystal attached to it. It was shining very bright, reflecting off of the sun’s bright rays. She grabbed it and tried to get it on her neck, thinking about how she had gotten it. It was the very necklace that her moth-
She had forgotten about her promise to herself. She swore she wouldn’t think about her! Not today. Any day but today! But what was she going to do?! She quickly washed away the fragile memories into a sea of pain and suffering and let it out into a single, small drop of liquid, letting it fall.
Chapter Two, Thoughts
She put her chains on the door and chanted a locking spell and made her way down the cold, breezy sand floor. Who was this…this…Retagnus?! And…and what were these two brothers of hers?
“I must go to him and teach him a lesson using his own blood! I will do terrible things to that fool’s soul!” Amunet had thought.
Amunet was still talking, still gathering up her thoughts. She was no warrior. What was she going to do? She felt as helpless as a baby cub. She knew she had no power and what could the likes of her do that could harm a soul? She was one of the kindest in the village! She could never hurt anyone. All of these thoughts made her even angrier than before. She felt herself getting stronger. She felt herself going…berserk. She had never felt so ready and angry before! She wanted to harm anything that crossed her path!
“I think I may be ready, Tee~Hee,” Amunet finished.
Amunetillia continued walking, not paying attention, only to find herself run into an old woman.
“Watch where you’re going you stupid child,” the woman screamed.
“Calm down. Don’t let yourself get too carried away. Save all of it up for power.” Amunet thought.
Amunet kept on walking.
“Hey you! Where in the bloody heck are you going? Aren’t you going to apologize you disobedient fool!” The old woman yelled yet again.
Amunet grew tired of this weary conversation. Amunet turned around with the kindest face on. She had a big smile on her face, but something was off. She looked as if she was trying to let her know she was deceiving the old woman. The big smile quickly turned down and she bared her teeth.
“Pulsus!” she screamed. The old woman flew back far into a distant tree following a moan.
“That’ll teach her!” she mumbled. She then continued walking, trying to put together why she did that.
Chapter 3, An Instrument for a Bloody Revenge
After walking for quite some time, Amunet reached a small Bazaar. She noticed a small vendor and walked over to it. The vendor ranged from axes to crossbows.
“Now which of these could dispose of a big bug?” She thought.
Her blue eyes looked left…and right, trying to find the best weapon of them all. Her eyes stopped. They gazed, very possessed like, on a black weapon. It had a sheath and it was curved.
“Ahh, the legendary Katana! You don’t find these very often out here!” she spoke.
“Yes, yes. I just got that in this morning! Very rare, yes. Has the element of Light and Darkness combined with a tiny, tiny sprits of fire!” the merchant replied.
“How much is this item?” she asked.
“Fifty Genya,” he answered, “but because you’re so pretty, I’ll go ahead and throw it in for forty!”
“Why thank you,” she got down and curtsied.
She opened her small leather container and looked inside. Nothing. She looked more, flicking stuff out of the way with her finger and noticed something. It was very shiny. She noticed she only had eighty Genya.
With a sigh she gave it to the merchant and he handed the deadly weapon to her. She unsheathed it and swung it around, testing it, measuring it for it’s weight and strength. She put it back in its protective cover and equipped it to a strap on her back.
“Oooh! Can’t wait to try this on something a bit more real,” Amunet thought.
She looked up from her purse and put it away, noticing small wooden sign. There were many marks and scratches on it. It looked very old, yet it looked so new. It still had those small flakes you see on new wood. This puzzled her very much, but she then realized she had other duties and struck them down. She read the sign.
< Bazaar
^ City Border
^ Palace
With a smirk, she walked straight forward, telling herself she was not a bad person, only someone who cares and only wants her revenge. I mean, that doesn’t automatically make her a bad person. Does it?....
Chapter 4, The Lovely Home of the Black Cat
Amunet made her way to the palace, sighting the golden gates and the marble statues. She reached the front gates and entered without being questioned.
“Where are the guards?” She thought.
She pushed the door, but it would not budge. She pushed even harder and then ran towards it, hurting herself, only to find it to remain sealed. She noticed a small kitten twisting through a loop. The design’s lines stuck out of the gates so you could actually feel them.
“What if-”
She took her finger and traced it along the lines of the design. The design lit up to a reddish color. The golden gates opened.
She entered the palace and looked to her left. Guards. She looked to her right. Guards.
“This isn’t going to be too good. I doubt the guards are used to civilians opening that door” She had thought.
She looked everywhere, trying to find the most divine door. She looked up and there it was. Not only was it marble, but it also had rubies and emeralds and many other jewels. It was upstairs though, past almost ten guards.
Disregarding the consequences, she continued walking straight forward, passing all of the guards and even putting her foot on the first step.
“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?!” the guard shouted. She kept on walking. The guard yelled again, “Hey did you not hear me you fool?” Amunet still kept on walking. Amunet instantly heard a sword being released and the screeching of boots and floor combining. Amunet stopped walking and silently placed her hand behind her back and pulled her sword out. She put it straight in front of her and held it in the air. The guard ran up to Amunet and made for a strike to her back. Amunet turned around and gracefully swung her sword. Her face arrived to the direction of her feet and she looked straight. With a deep cut down the face, the man fell to the cold, dead floor, sword falling almost an inch from Amunet’s nose.
Amunet sheathed her sword and continued walking.
She quietly walked up the golden steps and made her way for the divine door. She held out for the knob only to hear even more boots colliding with the floor.
This time she quickly unsheathed her sword and swung her body backwards, nearly falling to the floor, and swinging her sword in a top circle formation.
She turned around, facing her enemy and ran up to the nearest guard and gave a quick slash, aiming for his neck. The guard had raised his sword also, so they had both made a clang. She bared her sword, using more force and pushing him back. He then realized what was wrong and pushed Amunet forward with more strength than she. Growing tired of this foolish nonsense, she kicked him in the stomach. He and his sword fell down. She walked over to the groaning body and struck down following a loud scream.
She ripped her sword out and immediately turned it around and stabbed between her right shoulder and chest. She turned around, keeping the sword etched in whatever part of the body it was destroying and ripped it out, allowing blood to fly free. Five more guards ran towards her, all baring glinting swords.
With an unimpressed smile, let her sword fall to the ground and raised her hand in the air.
“Suffoco!” she chanted.
The guards all dropped their swords and and grabbed their necks, gasping for air. Some unknown force was closing on their lungs at a ridiculous speed. In about fifteen second the last guard had fallen to the guard, blood filling all of their faces.
She sighed, “What-a-delay.”
She sheathed her sword once again and kicked open the divine door.
Chapter Five, Bloodlust
A rather fat, unattractive looking man sat on a golden chair at the end of a hallway.
“Who in god’s name are you,” he asked.
“A woman,” she slid her foot the right, “A very angry woman.”
“And for what reason is that?” he asked.
“You stole family from me! And I want them back! That is, unless you would like to receive a most painful, agonizing death!” She threatened.
“Ooohoohoo! Such a big girl you are! Yes well…I highly doubt that. You can’t lay a finger on me! Oh, you said I stole family from you? Tell me who darling, I’ve done that tons of times!” He laughed.
“Two,” she put her hand behind her back, “Brothers,” and equipped her sword.
“Ooh! Amunetillia! I was wondering how many years it would take you! How’s the old bag doing?”
Amunet spoke in a very dark voice, “She’s dead and soon you will too and atonement for what you have done and said.”
“Oh, by the looks of what you’re holding, I see you want to fight! Well, I’m far too busy to fight you,” he walked over to a large gate.
Inside of the gate was only the most complete, utter darkness. “I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for something a little less, ummmmmm, human! Tata,” he said and entered a door behind his chair.
Sweat falling from her face, Amunet gazed at the gate. It slowly rose, the spikes at the bottom ripping out of the black dirt.
A loud, large, inhuman voice was heard in the distance, “Rrrao.” A large black cat stepped out of the dungeon, blending in with the darkness. The cat was huge, possibly the size of an elephant, and angry.
The cat leaped into the air, claws at the ready. The large body made a loud noise of moving air, only to be stopped by a sharp, loud cry.
“Hah! Now that was just too easy,” Amunet laughed.
The cat had landed right through her sword, Rigor Mortis striking.
With another laugh, she swung the cat off of her sword and cleared the metallic blade clean with saliva.
“Hmph. Must have been one of the clingy ones.”
She walked behind the chair, sword in hand and reached for the door behind the chair.
She stopped, “Oh, wait, I forgot,” she made a quick slash turning around, sword landing on chair, completely destroying it. “Okay, I’m done now!” she smiled.
She turned around again and turned the handle on the doorknob and walked inside.
The room was enormous with a large statue of the Ancient Lord Buddha standing in the far back and a sword rack on the left and right of the room. There were also mats and robes everywhere!
Eyes gazing at all of the valuable items, she quickly noticed a small monk on the middle of the floor. He, what it seemed to be, had both of his hands clasping each other, with both of his index fingers sticking up, praying.
Standing motionlessly, Amunet waited in her spot. The monk got up after feeling her presence and turned around to look at her.
“I see you have disposed of Yeki. I guess this is where we cross weapons and one of us dies,” he said.
“You got it,” she spoke.
“Hmm, pity.”
Retagnus jumped in the air and landed in front of Amunet and punched her straight in the face. She flew back and got up, groaning, then wiped the released blood from her face.
She reached into her belt and drew four small daggers. She threw them, allowing them to fly in the air, killing whomever they wished. Retagnus’s head moved to the left and the right and then down and pulled his face back up. His speed was not great enough, so the fourth dagger had flown right into his shoulder just begging to be ripped out.
“Argh,” he panted. He jerked the dagger out of his shoulder. The dagger fell to the ground, blood dripping off of it.
Retagnus caught Amunet laughing and not paying attention. He ran after her and took out his fists and punched her in her cheeks simultaneously. She flew to the ground yet again, spitting out blood. Amunet got up, slowly trying to reach Retagnus. She walked, almost tripping every step of the way. She barely jerked out her sword towards Retagnus, only to find it caught in the air and thrown back at her. She attempted another intoxicated slash, but once again, it did not work. He pnched her in the face again, knocking her back.
“You’re pathetic,” he mocked and punched again.
She flew back and got back up.
“I-I can’t do this anymore! I guess it’s time.” she thought.
She threw her katana at Retagnus, but he blocked it.
She then separated her arms from each other and put them both in the air, her left arm facing the top left and her right arm facing the top right. A bright pink light glowed from her fngertips.
“Love,” she whispered.
She slowly combined her arms once again putting her hands together with her index fingers pointing up making a bright, pink line in the air of where she moved her arms.
“Power,” she whispered.
She kept her fingers in the same position, but put them out and swung her body in a complete circle making more pink lines in the air.
“Death,” she whispered.
She had finished the circle, pink lines still intact with the air, placing her arms together once again with index fingers up.
“Revenge,” she whispered.
Large pink flames grew around her body.
“DARK ANGELIC LACERATION!” she chanted.
The pink flames quickly turned blood red especially her fingertips. She quickly shot them out behind her, striking Retagnus straight in the shoulder.
The attack sent a large wave of an electrical shock of energy straight threw his body and the building in the same direction. The pillars in the direction of his body quickly collapsed, giving way the ceiling. The ceiling flew on top of the large Buddha statue and Retagnus, crushing his frail body with smoke flying everywhere. The entire ceiling of Retagnus’s half of the room had collapsed leaving Amunet unscathed.
“Oops! I think I overdid it!” she winced.
With the last ounce of her strength, she walked over to where the rock had fallen on Retagnus and lifted it. His face lay there, eyes closed.
Amunet slapped him hard on the face. His eyes opened, “Mission…failed…they’re…gone.”
Amunet’s face grew short with rage with her teeth clenched. “NO!” She screamed! She stood up and grabbed the large rock and threw it right back down on his face. “NO! NO! NO!” She screamed once again, tears flowing down her eyes. Her knees fell to the ground. Sobbing, more tears flowed down her eyes. She cried and cried, thoughts scattered.
Her sobs slowly turned to pants and gasps. The gasps slowly stopped and she fell sideways to the ground, adding more to the bright red pool of blood.
END! Long wasn't it?
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A Forgotten Memory
Introduction
A Very Bright Farewell
The sun’s opposite Luna bid her farewell to the hidden village. As Luna left, her angry brother Helios was ready to say “Good Morning!” to the village. Helios cast the magical incantation to hide the true form of the Sun God to avoid any eye destruction. Luna then pulled her white, silk covers over her head and fell into a deep, dark sleep only to be awoken by the Sun’s farewell.
Chapter One, Mironie Village
A young woman had just gotten out of bed in a very irritated manner. She had bright blue eyes and the ears of a Hell Cat. She was one, mind you, but this one was special. She was the cutest, most intelligent and sophisticated of them all! She may be perfect, but she does act her name species every now and then! She can be big whiny brat, but hardly ever!
“Agh,” she yelled, “It’s too early!”
She walked over to her closet made out of the most valuable bamboo. The only thing she had that was valuable. She had several things of sentimental value, but none worth the while of the greedy wealthy lords!
She opened it and looked around for her training clothes. “Ah-hah,” she pointed out. The clothes were of a small grey kimono with white lining. The kimono came with a pair of thin, soft grey pants. They were so soft you’d see a cat sleeping on them, sleeping the day away!
She was a very joyful girl. Amunetillia was her name, but she liked to be called Amunet! She was born in the very village her feet were in at that very moment! Mironie village! This was her village! In her judgment, the very definition of the word “home!”
She put her robes on, ignoring her toiletry duties and walked towards her special drawer. She opened it and noticed a small necklace with a small crystal attached to it. It was shining very bright, reflecting off of the sun’s bright rays. She grabbed it and tried to get it on her neck, thinking about how she had gotten it. It was the very necklace that her moth-
She had forgotten about her promise to herself. She swore she wouldn’t think about her! Not today. Any day but today! But what was she going to do?! She quickly washed away the fragile memories into a sea of pain and suffering and let it out into a single, small drop of liquid, letting it fall.
Chapter Two, Thoughts
She put her chains on the door and chanted a locking spell and made her way down the cold, breezy sand floor. Who was this…this…Retagnus?! And…and what were these two brothers of hers?
“I must go to him and teach him a lesson using his own blood! I will do terrible things to that fool’s soul!” Amunet had thought.
Amunet was still talking, still gathering up her thoughts. She was no warrior. What was she going to do? She felt as helpless as a baby cub. She knew she had no power and what could the likes of her do that could harm a soul? She was one of the kindest in the village! She could never hurt anyone. All of these thoughts made her even angrier than before. She felt herself getting stronger. She felt herself going…berserk. She had never felt so ready and angry before! She wanted to harm anything that crossed her path!
“I think I may be ready, Tee~Hee,” Amunet finished.
Amunetillia continued walking, not paying attention, only to find herself run into an old woman.
“Watch where you’re going you stupid child,” the woman screamed.
“Calm down. Don’t let yourself get too carried away. Save all of it up for power.” Amunet thought.
Amunet kept on walking.
“Hey you! Where in the bloody heck are you going? Aren’t you going to apologize you disobedient fool!” The old woman yelled yet again.
Amunet grew tired of this weary conversation. Amunet turned around with the kindest face on. She had a big smile on her face, but something was off. She looked as if she was trying to let her know she was deceiving the old woman. The big smile quickly turned down and she bared her teeth.
“Pulsus!” she screamed. The old woman flew back far into a distant tree following a moan.
“That’ll teach her!” she mumbled. She then continued walking, trying to put together why she did that.
Chapter 3, An Instrument for a Bloody Revenge
After walking for quite some time, Amunet reached a small Bazaar. She noticed a small vendor and walked over to it. The vendor ranged from axes to crossbows.
“Now which of these could dispose of a big bug?” She thought.
Her blue eyes looked left…and right, trying to find the best weapon of them all. Her eyes stopped. They gazed, very possessed like, on a black weapon. It had a sheath and it was curved.
“Ahh, the legendary Katana! You don’t find these very often out here!” she spoke.
“Yes, yes. I just got that in this morning! Very rare, yes. Has the element of Light and Darkness combined with a tiny, tiny sprits of fire!” the merchant replied.
“How much is this item?” she asked.
“Fifty Genya,” he answered, “but because you’re so pretty, I’ll go ahead and throw it in for forty!”
“Why thank you,” she got down and curtsied.
She opened her small leather container and looked inside. Nothing. She looked more, flicking stuff out of the way with her finger and noticed something. It was very shiny. She noticed she only had eighty Genya.
With a sigh she gave it to the merchant and he handed the deadly weapon to her. She unsheathed it and swung it around, testing it, measuring it for it’s weight and strength. She put it back in its protective cover and equipped it to a strap on her back.
“Oooh! Can’t wait to try this on something a bit more real,” Amunet thought.
She looked up from her purse and put it away, noticing small wooden sign. There were many marks and scratches on it. It looked very old, yet it looked so new. It still had those small flakes you see on new wood. This puzzled her very much, but she then realized she had other duties and struck them down. She read the sign.
< Bazaar
^ City Border
^ Palace
With a smirk, she walked straight forward, telling herself she was not a bad person, only someone who cares and only wants her revenge. I mean, that doesn’t automatically make her a bad person. Does it?....
Chapter 4, The Lovely Home of the Black Cat
Amunet made her way to the palace, sighting the golden gates and the marble statues. She reached the front gates and entered without being questioned.
“Where are the guards?” She thought.
She pushed the door, but it would not budge. She pushed even harder and then ran towards it, hurting herself, only to find it to remain sealed. She noticed a small kitten twisting through a loop. The design’s lines stuck out of the gates so you could actually feel them.
“What if-”
She took her finger and traced it along the lines of the design. The design lit up to a reddish color. The golden gates opened.
She entered the palace and looked to her left. Guards. She looked to her right. Guards.
“This isn’t going to be too good. I doubt the guards are used to civilians opening that door” She had thought.
She looked everywhere, trying to find the most divine door. She looked up and there it was. Not only was it marble, but it also had rubies and emeralds and many other jewels. It was upstairs though, past almost ten guards.
Disregarding the consequences, she continued walking straight forward, passing all of the guards and even putting her foot on the first step.
“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?!” the guard shouted. She kept on walking. The guard yelled again, “Hey did you not hear me you fool?” Amunet still kept on walking. Amunet instantly heard a sword being released and the screeching of boots and floor combining. Amunet stopped walking and silently placed her hand behind her back and pulled her sword out. She put it straight in front of her and held it in the air. The guard ran up to Amunet and made for a strike to her back. Amunet turned around and gracefully swung her sword. Her face arrived to the direction of her feet and she looked straight. With a deep cut down the face, the man fell to the cold, dead floor, sword falling almost an inch from Amunet’s nose.
Amunet sheathed her sword and continued walking.
She quietly walked up the golden steps and made her way for the divine door. She held out for the knob only to hear even more boots colliding with the floor.
This time she quickly unsheathed her sword and swung her body backwards, nearly falling to the floor, and swinging her sword in a top circle formation.
She turned around, facing her enemy and ran up to the nearest guard and gave a quick slash, aiming for his neck. The guard had raised his sword also, so they had both made a clang. She bared her sword, using more force and pushing him back. He then realized what was wrong and pushed Amunet forward with more strength than she. Growing tired of this foolish nonsense, she kicked him in the stomach. He and his sword fell down. She walked over to the groaning body and struck down following a loud scream.
She ripped her sword out and immediately turned it around and stabbed between her right shoulder and chest. She turned around, keeping the sword etched in whatever part of the body it was destroying and ripped it out, allowing blood to fly free. Five more guards ran towards her, all baring glinting swords.
With an unimpressed smile, let her sword fall to the ground and raised her hand in the air.
“Suffoco!” she chanted.
The guards all dropped their swords and and grabbed their necks, gasping for air. Some unknown force was closing on their lungs at a ridiculous speed. In about fifteen second the last guard had fallen to the guard, blood filling all of their faces.
She sighed, “What-a-delay.”
She sheathed her sword once again and kicked open the divine door.
Chapter Five, Bloodlust
A rather fat, unattractive looking man sat on a golden chair at the end of a hallway.
“Who in god’s name are you,” he asked.
“A woman,” she slid her foot the right, “A very angry woman.”
“And for what reason is that?” he asked.
“You stole family from me! And I want them back! That is, unless you would like to receive a most painful, agonizing death!” She threatened.
“Ooohoohoo! Such a big girl you are! Yes well…I highly doubt that. You can’t lay a finger on me! Oh, you said I stole family from you? Tell me who darling, I’ve done that tons of times!” He laughed.
“Two,” she put her hand behind her back, “Brothers,” and equipped her sword.
“Ooh! Amunetillia! I was wondering how many years it would take you! How’s the old bag doing?”
Amunet spoke in a very dark voice, “She’s dead and soon you will too and atonement for what you have done and said.”
“Oh, by the looks of what you’re holding, I see you want to fight! Well, I’m far too busy to fight you,” he walked over to a large gate.
Inside of the gate was only the most complete, utter darkness. “I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for something a little less, ummmmmm, human! Tata,” he said and entered a door behind his chair.
Sweat falling from her face, Amunet gazed at the gate. It slowly rose, the spikes at the bottom ripping out of the black dirt.
A loud, large, inhuman voice was heard in the distance, “Rrrao.” A large black cat stepped out of the dungeon, blending in with the darkness. The cat was huge, possibly the size of an elephant, and angry.
The cat leaped into the air, claws at the ready. The large body made a loud noise of moving air, only to be stopped by a sharp, loud cry.
“Hah! Now that was just too easy,” Amunet laughed.
The cat had landed right through her sword, Rigor Mortis striking.
With another laugh, she swung the cat off of her sword and cleared the metallic blade clean with saliva.
“Hmph. Must have been one of the clingy ones.”
She walked behind the chair, sword in hand and reached for the door behind the chair.
She stopped, “Oh, wait, I forgot,” she made a quick slash turning around, sword landing on chair, completely destroying it. “Okay, I’m done now!” she smiled.
She turned around again and turned the handle on the doorknob and walked inside.
The room was enormous with a large statue of the Ancient Lord Buddha standing in the far back and a sword rack on the left and right of the room. There were also mats and robes everywhere!
Eyes gazing at all of the valuable items, she quickly noticed a small monk on the middle of the floor. He, what it seemed to be, had both of his hands clasping each other, with both of his index fingers sticking up, praying.
Standing motionlessly, Amunet waited in her spot. The monk got up after feeling her presence and turned around to look at her.
“I see you have disposed of Yeki. I guess this is where we cross weapons and one of us dies,” he said.
“You got it,” she spoke.
“Hmm, pity.”
Retagnus jumped in the air and landed in front of Amunet and punched her straight in the face. She flew back and got up, groaning, then wiped the released blood from her face.
She reached into her belt and drew four small daggers. She threw them, allowing them to fly in the air, killing whomever they wished. Retagnus’s head moved to the left and the right and then down and pulled his face back up. His speed was not great enough, so the fourth dagger had flown right into his shoulder just begging to be ripped out.
“Argh,” he panted. He jerked the dagger out of his shoulder. The dagger fell to the ground, blood dripping off of it.
Retagnus caught Amunet laughing and not paying attention. He ran after her and took out his fists and punched her in her cheeks simultaneously. She flew to the ground yet again, spitting out blood. Amunet got up, slowly trying to reach Retagnus. She walked, almost tripping every step of the way. She barely jerked out her sword towards Retagnus, only to find it caught in the air and thrown back at her. She attempted another intoxicated slash, but once again, it did not work. He pnched her in the face again, knocking her back.
“You’re pathetic,” he mocked and punched again.
She flew back and got back up.
“I-I can’t do this anymore! I guess it’s time.” she thought.
She threw her katana at Retagnus, but he blocked it.
She then separated her arms from each other and put them both in the air, her left arm facing the top left and her right arm facing the top right. A bright pink light glowed from her fngertips.
“Love,” she whispered.
She slowly combined her arms once again putting her hands together with her index fingers pointing up making a bright, pink line in the air of where she moved her arms.
“Power,” she whispered.
She kept her fingers in the same position, but put them out and swung her body in a complete circle making more pink lines in the air.
“Death,” she whispered.
She had finished the circle, pink lines still intact with the air, placing her arms together once again with index fingers up.
“Revenge,” she whispered.
Large pink flames grew around her body.
“DARK ANGELIC LACERATION!” she chanted.
The pink flames quickly turned blood red especially her fingertips. She quickly shot them out behind her, striking Retagnus straight in the shoulder.
The attack sent a large wave of an electrical shock of energy straight threw his body and the building in the same direction. The pillars in the direction of his body quickly collapsed, giving way the ceiling. The ceiling flew on top of the large Buddha statue and Retagnus, crushing his frail body with smoke flying everywhere. The entire ceiling of Retagnus’s half of the room had collapsed leaving Amunet unscathed.
“Oops! I think I overdid it!” she winced.
With the last ounce of her strength, she walked over to where the rock had fallen on Retagnus and lifted it. His face lay there, eyes closed.
Amunet slapped him hard on the face. His eyes opened, “Mission…failed…they’re…gone.”
Amunet’s face grew short with rage with her teeth clenched. “NO!” She screamed! She stood up and grabbed the large rock and threw it right back down on his face. “NO! NO! NO!” She screamed once again, tears flowing down her eyes. Her knees fell to the ground. Sobbing, more tears flowed down her eyes. She cried and cried, thoughts scattered.
Her sobs slowly turned to pants and gasps. The gasps slowly stopped and she fell sideways to the ground, adding more to the bright red pool of blood.
END! Long wasn't it?
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We had to write a short story for Creative Writing class, everyone else had like 3 or four pages... I had to invent a new way to use staples! XD I made a [you]96[/you] page story (about 25,000 words, I know that's technically a novella, w/e) and handed it in on time (sort of, everyone else took extensions too...) it was hilarious to see their reactions XD
