| On one side of the city, a lost boy recalls the day he drowned himself in the bay, yet is somehow alive to tell the tale. On the other side, an determined hooker has a near-fatal run in with a couple of sadist gangsters. She's saved by a mysterious man in black, and the question remains: man or monster? This is the story of an assassin. Gangsters from rival sides of organized crime are dropping dead, and the evidence leads to a mysterious third party instigating this war. The trail of bodies is followed by an intrepid reporter, a clean cop, and a foul-mouthed private eye, all looking for the same person: who is the supernaturally efficient killer? |
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Ben-hur KillsThe Drowned
The Drowned, 1Three years ago, I killed myself.The Drowned, 1
Not many people can rightly say that, but I can. Two days after the New Year, I walked off the edge of the Atherton Pier.
It was the middle of the night; shuffling past the ghostly stains of my sister’s spilled blood, I walked with all the resolve of a businessman on his way to work, until the pier gave out to brackish, icy bay water. And that was the end of me, down there in the quiet, in the dark, and in the cold.
Most people, when they want to off themselves, drop hints. They plan for months, or even years, about the method, the t
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The Drowned, 2Janice Luto sat at a bar, alone.The Drowned, 2
She was not a drinker, by any means, but for the sake of posterity, she’d ordered a rum-n-coke. She sipped it slowly, and deliberately, trying her hardest to look busy. Busy, and not needy. The last thing she needed was some dick trying to pick her up when she was on a job. She didn’t think she was particularly good looking, but as she’d found over the past few years living in the city, the inebriated male did not care anything for self-reflections.
Halfway through the drink, Janice was feeling its effects. &#
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The Drowned, 3Eduardo Capriccio sat at his desk. It was mahogany, old; a gift from his father, a gift to the rightful heir to the family. Eduardo swirled a glass of scotch on the rocks around on its ivory coaster, but truthfully, he wasn’t thirsty.The Drowned, 3
“I lost two of my best men last night,” he said.
The speakerphone on his desk clicked, static coming through; the voice on the other end was silent. Shifting his shoulders, hand clenching the thick glass, Eduardo seethed.
“Damn you, say something!”
Still; nothing.
Picking up his
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The Drowned, 4Daytime is a myth, Harry Coal thought, looking up at the gray sky. Black and dark gray ripples tore like angels of the apocalypse through the dreary sky, sending down feathers of coarse shapeless snow as if the volcano of winter had exploded directly over his head.The Drowned, 4
He missed Florida.
The call had interrupted his lunch. Break time was also a myth, especially for the newest member of Team Homicide. Between getting coffee, carrying papers, driving cars, organizing ancient files, and drooling on the desk he shared with his partner trying to catch five minutes of sleep when no one was look
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SW: Lost to the Wind God, 1Fluorescent lights flashed and sparkled from the hovering billboards, sending obscured flashes of lights through pylons, metal walkways, around the curves of the airspeeders zooming past along the traffic route.SW: Lost to the Wind God, 1
A figure stood still amongst the flowing stream of pedestrians, watching the vehicles hum past, blending into the dark curving metal atmosphere of the undercity. Coruscant, Galactic City, ring I-36, sub-level ...he thought, seven, perhaps? He wasn’t entirely sure, but then again, it didn’t really matter.
Aran Koda was full aware that somewhere miles above the dark undercity a J
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SW: Lost to the Wind God, 2The ambient hum of Koda’s fighter’s engines was broken by a groan.SW: Lost to the Wind God, 2
“So, you’re awake,” Koda broke Coruscant’s final atmospheric ring; his small fighter rumbled, and with a push of a button, he put it into autopilot. He’d cruise to the nearest jump gate; he was eager to meet with Jango Fett, this woman was never indicated to him to be a prisoner. After all, the thought of a bounty hunter sub-contracting was laughable. But she had been trying to elude Koda ever since they’d met; she’d feign trust, and then make a run for it. And the last time,
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SW: Lost to the Wind God, 3Part II.SW: Lost to the Wind God, 3
“Son of a sarlac!” A voice cried.
“Remain still, my protocol inhibitions restrict me from proceeding if you insist on wriggling about,” a droid answered in a high, gentle, but almost unhinged voice.
“Shoot my ass up with the strongest hyper-stim you got, doc, I can’t stand this pain!”
Koda heard the conversation as if it were behind a mist; slowly though, the seemingly pointless argument between man and machine became increasingly clear.
“Just one more; are you ready?”
“Ready for you to yank more
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| Star Wars fanfic - Koda, a Sith apprentice from 1,000 years before the Clone Wars, is sent through a distortion in time; though he tries to sever his connections to both the Jedi and Sith, finding the 'new era' too disorienting, fate seems to have other plans for 'Darth Belias'. The plan for this is 3 parts, 2 or 3 chapters per part. It takes place in two times at once, via flashbacks. Current time is 22 years before Luke sets off to blow up the first Death Star, and flashbacks extend a thousand years before that. Revisions in the works as we speak! |
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The Drowned, 5.2Andre stretched his long arms out, reaching from bedpost to bedpost.The Drowned, 5.2
Shandra Stahl sat squarely on his hips, rocking him like a kayak. She was some kind of survivalist type. On the weekends she went bear hunting or some shit up North with her brothers. She said once she traveled 300 miles downriver alone with only what she had in her single-seat boat.
Feeling much like the aforementioned river, the way she was undulating like a stream all over him, Andre glanced past her perky nipples and sweaty shoulders to the red digital clock that sat on the nightstand in his downtown
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The Drowned, 15.1The graveyard was empty of human life. Alex knew it deep in his gut.The Drowned, 15.1
His shoes crunched frostbitten dead leaves into powder, and he wondered idly if he should take more care into making himself inaudible. He could take a step backwards into the darkness of unreality, hiding his shape and sounds in the corners of prying eyes.
He didn’t sense the faintest flicker of fear from any direction, and he assured himself he was alone. But he’d off’d enough people that he knew he’d never quite be safe. It was not paranoia. It was fact.
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LostLost. I cannot be lost. A helmorui warrior is never lost. Not in a million, billion years. Only little boys are lost. So are you lost, Cronachan of the House Fanai? Are you lost, little, pathetic, your torch withering? A shame, are you a shame to your House?Lost
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"I'd rather have a powerful poem full of technical flaws than an insignificant poem that was flawless." *Mahi-Fish
Btw. I like the variance of your gallery, your both a good painter and a good writer. Especially I love the drowned, cause I know those deep dark Emotions myself. Cant wait to read them all!
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Guess i have to print it all out
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"When in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it doesn't come down, you are mad, so don't trust in anything."
very interesting gallery "sir scabby" awesome.
btw lol E3 was awesome this year! ahh so many ps3 eclusives
now ill shut up :S
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And the Fallout3 expansions are coming out for the PS3. Yay for those people! I know some PS users who are very happy.
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talking of infamous i just finished that game the other day,did it as good then evil.traded in bionic comander for it, games these days are too expensive for only a few days gameplay so i tend to rent them cos i do most of them in a few days,,fastest game ive done is terminator :S serously 5 hours gameplay and i was done :S £5.95 for a week soo its just sitting there lol
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And I can't wait till the day I can play Infamous. I'm evil at heart! I want to electricute lots of things.
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i do like my multiplayer games tho,got a passion for battlefield games,longest game ive owned is bf bad company,just hate the 12 year old americans that are super experts at it,pop ur head round the cornor and boom ya dead, head shot :S
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