Death the Kid He sat there alone in the sandbox. Knees pressed to his chest, shaggy black hair covering his eyes, fingers creating simple designs in the sand. The other children avoiding him, their mothers weary of him, telling their young ones to stay away. It wasn't as if they knew who he was, as he had seemed to come out of no where, but he gave off the worst sort of aura. The feelings of despair, of sadness, death, and decay. It was unnatural for such a small boy, for anyone for that matter. The little boy looked like any other five year old boy, almost. His skin was white as snow
World in Chaos .0. Pokemon FF Dear Reader, allow me to tell you happens before our true story unfolds, When I was little I always wondered what was up in the stars, what was above the clouds and in heaven itself. I wondered if legendary Pokemon had their own domain up there, wondering around freely and happily, watching over us, protecting us. Human beings watched over the Pokemon on Earth and they protected us in return, surely Pokemon such as Arcreus and Cresselia watched over everyone, or at least that's what I believed at the time. I could still remember the sound of my mother's voice as she read me stories of the legendary Pokemon and their feats th
World in Chaos .1. Pokemon FF Complete darkness. In her sleeping subconscious, this was all Zettai could see a majority of the time. There were no emotions, no pleasant dreams, no hopes, no fantasies to visit the girl in her sleep. Only the emptiness and the occasional nightmare. But every so often there was something that visited her in her sleep, someone actually. Who it was she was unsure, it wasn't a person that she had met in real life, or had seen. A face like his was one that she would remember. Cold, beautiful, eyes that glowed a magnificent gold, long, gorgeous silver hair, with skin as pale as moonlight. One so elegant was not someone who could be so easi
Ok, So Hate Me Ok, So Hate MeIt's that look of hate and despise in her eyesThose words sharp like knivesThat tone that stings like venomThat make me feel good insideThat classic cold shoulderThe rolling of those pretty brown eyesThat deathly silence that she screams at meThat makes me feel so aliveAs confusing as this may soundI'm overjoyed she's aroundEven if she can't stand the sight of meShe told me not to tellAnd I did, oh wellSo she can't stand the sight of meBut she can hate me as much as she wantsThat's just fine with meI would rather have her despise meThen feel nothing ever againI would rather have her ignore m
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