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Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part 25 Is Now Available!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

NEWS POST!!!!!

For the past month I had been ahead in my writing, so I just had to post them. Now I am no longer ahead. I am writing as I post, so it might take longer to realease a part.


Enjoy :)

Prologue

Victor mumbled a song to himself as he rummaged through the ruins of the Tiara. His cigarette bounced up and down in his mouth with each lyric. As he dug his hands into the metal, he felt a sharp prick. When he withdrew his hands, his right one was slightly bleeding. He dug where he had been pricked, and found a brute spiker in relatively good shape. After checking its ammunition, he holstered it in his belt. The covenant were still scouring the planet for something, killing any human in there sight. Victor was one of the few survivors in his area. It had been three months since the initial attack, and over three fourths of Harvest's population had been annihilated.

Victor had found a decent amount of things today, four MREs, an assault rifle, and three fully loaded clips. The Tiara was a safe place to scavenge. The Covenant had left it for some time, after a futile attempt to find whatever they wanted.

It was a surprisingly nice day. Wheat rustled in the wind, and the sun beat down upon Victor. The air was crisp and fresh. Victor may have noticed that if he weren't such a heavy smoker. He had never touched a cigarette before Harvest was invaded, but the constant stress of his situation pushed him into taking shelter under the putrid objects. He was having severe coughing fits at least twice a day. His habit was slowly but surely killing him.

Victor decided he had had enough of digging through trash for one day. His truck was parked nearby. He jumped in, and turned the vehicle on. It came to life with a loud wheeze. The man lived in the woods near by the Tiara. Forests were rare, but could be seen scattered around the planet.

After a forty minute drive, he reached his tent in the woods. He entered his shelter, and lit his oil lamp. Night had settled in, and it was time to rest. Victor lay down on his makeshift bed, and reached towards a oak drawer he had made himself. The man pulled a picture out from the wood. It showed Victor in a suit, wearing a wide smile. Pressed next to him was a woman in a white dress, her veil lifted back. Victor couldn't stand to look at it for over four seconds at a time. He quickly shut it away in the oak vessel. Even in its absence, there was a sinking feeling in his chest. He rolled over, pressed his face against a soft pillow, and cried himself to sleep.

Blue fire hailed from the sky. Wind blew around Victor, throwing his hair in every direction as he gazed at the colossal object in the sky. He quickly snapped out of his amazement, and ran inside his house to grab his wife. When he ran through the door, Kaila was huddled in a ball, wedged into the corner of the kitchen. Victor picked his wife up, "We have to go."

"Wh-where?" She stuttered. Her soft face was as pale as milk
with fear.

"II don't know but we can't stay here."

"But, what about everyone else?"

"They are on their own. All that matters right now is you, and me."

"B-"

"Their's nothing we can do for them Kaila!" Victor shouted. Kaila pressed herself tightly against the wall, shocked with her husband, who had never before raised his voice at her. "I'm sorry, I just, I-"

"It's okay." She whispered.

Victor nodded, grabbed her by the arm, and led her outside towards their car. When they opened the door, they were stricken with horror. Their neighbor's houses were on fire. A searing bolt of heat smashed into the couple's roof. Now they all had something in common.

Victor and Kaila were almost at the car when the husband heard his love cry in pain. Something ripped Kaila out of Victor's grasp. He quickly turned to see a man sized insect holding his wife. One of its limbs pierced through her back, and exited through her stomach. Blood dripped from Kaila's mouth. The creature threw her to the side, and flew at Victor with amazing speed.

The insect's thin wings making a terrifying buzz, it slammed him against his truck, and jabbed at him with its sharp limbs. Victor was able to evade them by bending himself in the creatures grasp. The man delivered a strong blow to the insect's stomach. He heard a loud crack as it screeched and stumbled backwards. Greenish liquid dripped from a split area of its carapace. Victor felt pain in his hand. He gazed down to see his knuckles bleeding. By the time he raised his head, the creature was assaulting him again. He waited for it to get close, then dove out of the way. The insect had too much momentum to stop itself before slamming into Victor's truck's bed, splitting the creature in half. It twitched in the back of his car, green liquid pouring onto hardened plastic.

Victor quickly ran to his wife, who lay motionless on the ground. He knelt down next to her. Kaila's eyes were wide open, and her long brown hair was covered in dirt. Her lips were crimson with her own blood. Victor fell onto her body, sobbing. He felt himself leave his physical form, and raise above the ground into the sky, watching himself fall apart.




[Edited on 01.30.2010 11:05 PM PST]

  • 10.11.2009 8:47 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest

Great story! I love it! =)

  • 10.11.2009 8:54 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Mysterious and very sad. I like it so far, it's pretty cool!
Nice idea as well, a Harvest refuge.

You're going to stay with this one right?

  • 10.11.2009 8:57 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Posted by: Tehface
Mysterious and very sad. I like it so far, it's pretty cool!
Nice idea as well, a Harvest refuge.

You're going to stay with this one right?



I'm glad you guys like it :) And yea I will. I have a vision. You know how sculpters say the figure is already in the marble they are just digging it out? It's like that.

  • 10.11.2009 9:00 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Well that's awesome. I patiently wait for more.

  • 10.11.2009 9:02 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

I already have the second part written if you would like me to post it. I am looking forward to doing so. I think it's pretty cool.

  • 10.11.2009 9:16 PM PDT
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That last part was crazy! I ewwwwwed when the drone killed kaila though. lol.

good writing, i like this forum!

  • 10.12.2009 5:32 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks bro :) I'm releasing the next part today. I still have to edit it a little.

  • 10.12.2009 11:21 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.1 Released!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.1

Victor awoke to the sunlight casting shadows of trees against his tent. He lay in his bed staring at the roof of his shelter before finally getting up. The man stepped outside, and sat on a log next to a fire pit. He rubbed his temples, shaking his weariness off. Victor heard rustling in the bushes. He grabbed his spiker out of his belt, and leveled it to the noise. Out of the bush stumbled a girl. She seemed to be in her late twenties, and was practically emaciated. The girl's clothes were ragged and torn. Victor ran to her, and caught the woman in his arms as she collapsed.

Victor placed her on his bed, and felt her forehead. She had a fever, and was so underweight that she had a slim chance of living. Victor rummaged through his supplies, and retrieved a bottle of medicine. He placed two tablets in her mouth, and poured them down with water. The man stepped outside, and lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, and breathed a cloud of smoke into the air. He was suddenly seized by an uncontrollable coughing fit. His cigarette fell from his mouth, and he dropped to his hands and knees, clutching his chest in pain, "Damn it!" He wheezed a few times, then settled. Victor decided he would give smoking a rest for the day, if he could.

Victor spent the rest of the day hunting. It took him five hours until he found a young buck, who received a searing hot spike. They were indigenous to Harvest. No matter how many attempts the colonists had attempted to exterminate them, they never managed to get every last one of them.

That night, the scent of venison filled the air around Victor's camp. It had been a long time since he had eaten something that wasn't freeze-dried. He cooled some off, and brought it inside of the tent for his patient. She was conscious, but barely. He placed the fruit of his hunt beside her. She placed some of the food in her mouth, but was too weak to chew. Victor mixed it with water, and ground it to soft mush. The girl only consumed half of it. Her stomach had shrunk from the lack of nourishment.

Victor sat beside her on his bed, but began to feel uncomfortable. He attempted to get up, but the girl grabbed his arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong for her current state. It must have been will power. Victor sat, and she pulled him down onto his back. The girl brought herself close to him, placed her head on his chest, and pressed her body against him. She must have been extremely traumatized to hold a stranger like that. Victor put his arms around her, and together, they fell asleep.

Victor woke up to see the girl he had saved lying next to him. She was staring at him with misery in her eyes. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she held Victor tight. He couldn't imagine what had happened to this poor soul. She kept him by her side for quite some time before she released her grasp. Victor waited a few seconds, then stood up and walked outside. He ran his fingers through his hair. A morning breeze rustled the leaves of the forest. Cigarettes lay scattered on the ground. Only three weren't soaked with dew. He picked them up, and put one in his mouth, hesitating before lighting it. Victor slumped down against a tree, and inhaled a cloud of smoke. It didn't relax him much, but he burnt it all the way down anyway.

Victor heard a strange noise in the distance. It sounded like some sort of reptile, screeching and hissing. He picked up his assault rifle, and crept through the underbrush towards the sound. Six creatures, the likes of which he had never seen stood before him. Hidden in the bushes, he had the jump. He could take his advantage now, or flee. Either way, Victor would have to leave the forest. This was most likely a Covenant patrol party. If their command station received no response from them, the alien bastards would be flooding into this place.

Victor opened fire, piercing the armor plating on the closest creature's back. It screeched in agony, and dropped to the ground. The other two spun around. One took three rounds to its face, but the other was able to raise its shield in time. Victor's rounds bounced off pure energy. He rolled to the side as plasma impacted the dirt where he had just been. Victor fired low, cutting the alien's feet out from under him. It dropped its weapon. Victor walked up to the helpless creature. Its scaly skin shook in fear as he brought his gun to the freak's head.

The alien made frantic noises. Victor could tell it was begging for its pathetic life. He laughed, "Not a chance sunshine." The alien knew what the wicked grin on Victor's face meant. It tried to crawl away, but Victor grabbed its neck, and hoisted it up, "You're going to feel exactly what she did." He pulled a large knife out of his boot. The Covenant scout's cries could be heard throughout the entire forest.



[Edited on 10.12.2009 4:14 PM PDT]

  • 10.12.2009 4:01 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest

I am Legend Fallout Halo 3?

XD

Good stuff, although I feel like you used 'Victor' way too much. Mix it around a little.

Suppose you could check out any of my stories?

  • 10.12.2009 4:05 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Pretty good Major. Just a few grammatical and spelling errors.
I also think you used "the man" a bunch. Like Wolver said, mix it up. I like it though. Part Eleven of Hybrid is up by the way.

Keep up the good work.

  • 10.12.2009 4:11 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thank you for the feedback. Do you have any suggestions on what to use besides the few i refer to victor with.

PS. I will read both of your stories :D

  • 10.12.2009 5:44 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.1 Released!)

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Perhaps you could delve into his past life. Maybe he was an engineer or a farmer, you know? Something along those lines. You could even call him a widower, though I wouldn't use that often, and only when your trying to bring your point across.

P.S. And Thanks. :P

[Edited on 10.12.2009 5:54 PM PDT]

  • 10.12.2009 5:54 PM PDT

Wow! Nice, man!

After playing these games it's hard to beleive drones could be such a big threat.

I thought the creatures you mentioned were grunts until you mentioned the shield.

  • 10.12.2009 6:30 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks man:) I try. I'm almost done with part three. (Still trying to think of other names to call Victor, all suggestions are appreciated)

  • 10.12.2009 8:56 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Aah, it seems that this story is recieving more comments. Keep it up, and you may just gather a nice reader base!

/thread saved

  • 10.13.2009 12:19 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Ahhh, back from school at last. HW, then time to get to work! I have a nice idea for it.

  • 10.13.2009 12:57 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.7 Is Available!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Victor's legs brushed through the ferns as he walked towards his camp. Moving this girl everywhere was going to be a great liability, but it was the right thing to do. He made it to his clearing, and quickly began to pack. When he entered the tent, the girl was wide awake. An unhealthy and depressed look covered her face. Her savior began taking things out of the tent, and placing them in a bag. "Are you leaving me here?" A soft voice said.
Part.2

Victor closed his eyes, "No." His patient fell silent. This was going to be difficult. He would have to feed two mouths now, and constantly watch over an Incapacitated, useless being.

"Wh-where are we going to go?

"I don't know." Pain shot through Victor's body. Deshavu rushed through his veins. "Can you walk?"

"Idon't think so."

Victor took a piece of venison out of his preservation box," It's a little cold."

"That's okay." This time, she ate all of the food, but it would take at least two weaks for her to regain her strength. She took a long look at her hero. He was tall, but very well built. His eyes were gray, complimented by short white hair. Despite its color, he couldn't possibly be out of his thirties. Over all, she found him dashingly hansom. "What's your name?"

"Victor." He replied. His voice was empty and cold.

"I'm Eve." Her company didn't seem to care.

"It's time for us to go, may I carry you?" Eve nodded. He picked her up, and walked out of the tent. She rested her head on his chest. It was then that Victor noticed he was her guardian. She depended on him, he was her shelter, her safety.

*************

Al'Katal walked through the woods. His golden armor glistened in the streams of light that penetrated the thick treetops. The chirp of birds filled the air. The Zealot had to admit, this human world was quite beautiful, but that wasn't going to get in the way of his ship glassing it when his forces uncovered the forerunner relics. He came across a sickening stench, one of death. The Elite followed it to find three Kig-Yar dead, lying in the dirt. One was missing its feet. It was cut in numerous places. It had been tortured in ways unimaginable, and finished off by a hole through its back and out of its stomach. Whatever did this was a monster, and would surely pay for its sins.

Even though Al'Katal wasn't particularly fond of the Kig-Yar race, they were his brethren, and deserved vengeance. He strode on, following a trail of crushed ferns. He would find this creature, and then, it would pay.

*************

Purple blood had spattered victor's clothes, and was now on his truck's seat, but Eve leaned on him anyway. He pondered over where he could go. He didn't know any places that he could hide in, that they could hide in. Then he got an idea. They could probably take shelter in the generator building outside the city until he could think of something better. Yes, that is what they would do. However, the obstacle of getting there alive was still a factor. He started the car, and drove.

*************

Commander William Collins stepped up to the podium in his ONI base, hidden in an arctic wasteland on Earth. He looked around the room at his audience of twenty, "As all of you know, we are at the edge of a famine. Harvest counted for almost eighty percent of our food. If we don't get it back, and people start starving, they will most certainly turn to the insurgents. I have no doubt about that, and that is the last thing we need right now, another significant threat. So, with Lord Hood's permission, I have commenced operation Black Sky."

Collins pulled up a picture of harvest, Covenant spacecrafts were orbiting the planet, "Here you can see the Covenant's defense grid. They have exactly two hundred ships. We are currently constructing a force of three hundred UNSC vessels, and gathering together an army of five thousand ODSTs and thirty thousand Marines. Our ships will distract the covenant craft while UNSC ground forces engage theirs. Victory is a long shot, but if we don't take Harvest, we will lose everything.

Captain Timothy Renalds spoke up, "Are you suggesting we commence a completely suicidal plan to get a giant fruit bowl back under UNSC control? If we can muster together those forces, we should use them to protect our colonies!"

"I don't think you understand this situation you narrow minded son of a bi-"

"Enough!" Admiral Tailor shouted, immediately ending the quarrel. The Commander is right, Captain. If you have any objections, come back with legitimate data that indicates we are incorrect, otherwise, you are dismissed." The Captain scowled and mumbled to himself as he walked out of the room.

"Excuse me sir?" A woman asked.

"Yes, al-Cygni?"

"Exactly how long will it take to bring these forces together?"

"We are well in to collecting them. They should be ready in a month."

"With all due respect, sir, I doubt we have that long. From the drone's images of the planet, they have already searched most of it."

"Are you suggesting a pre-mature assault?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"And who in this room would take the responsibility of carrying out a mission like that?"

"Me..."

*************

Victor's truck sailed across the smooth roads of harvest, surrounded by un-collected produce. It was getting late. Eve had fallen asleep, and in truth, he was close to it himself. When they finally reached the generator building, the sun was turning the sky into shades of orange and red.

Victor drove into the gated area, and parked his car under a dent in one side of the construct. It would be best to keep his car hidden from unwanted eyes. He picked the sleeping girl up, and entered the building. The smell of decay was in the air. Bodies of fallen men were scattered everywhere. The walls were stained red. It was obvious the fight had happened quite some time ago, but one could never be sure that the enemy still wasn't around.

Victor found the sleeping quarters of the generator building's staff, and set Eve down on a bed. He pulled the covers over her, and felt her forehead. She was recovering, and now had a decent chance of survival. The man exited the room, and began collecting clips of assault rifle ammunition off of the corpses. He felt no sympathy, no sadness, he was dead inside, and a part of him always would be.



[Edited on 10.22.2009 8:43 PM PDT]

  • 10.13.2009 6:57 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.2 Released!)

This as almost as intense as my Machinima.

Guitarmasterx7 - No, seriously, it was me.

[Edited on 10.13.2009 7:18 PM PDT]

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  • 10.13.2009 10:56 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Posted by: Guitarmasterx7
This as almost as intense as my Machinima.

Guitarmasterx7 - No, seriously, it was me.


Dude, THIS GUY ^^ Just posted in your thread, this is now epic.

  • 10.14.2009 3:30 AM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Posted by: random no337
Posted by: Guitarmasterx7
This as almost as intense as my Machinima.

Guitarmasterx7 - No, seriously, it was me.


Dude, THIS GUY ^^ Just posted in your thread, this is now epic.


Lol. ^^
Pretty good major! You might wanna go back and edit it a little, because I think there's a couple of grammatical mistakes. All in all good work.

  • 10.14.2009 5:17 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Lol. ^^
Pretty good major! You might wanna go back and edit it a little, because I think there's a couple of grammatical mistakes. All in all good work.



Will do. Il read ur story l8tr tonight. rly busy atm.


[Edited on 10.14.2009 3:04 PM PDT]

  • 10.14.2009 12:49 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.3 Released!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D



Part.3

Victor stacked the bodies in a small room. He would dispose of them later. For now, he had one job, fortify. The man took grenades off of the soldiers, and created traps involving trip wires. He made a turret out of three assault rifles and scrap metal for a tripod, and did the best he could to weld the metal doors back on. His muscles would pay for that the next day. He did all this and a number of other things. If they got into this building, it would be difficult to escape, considering there was no door to the roof. The smell of death still lingered in the air, not that it ever left his mind anyway.

Victor reached into his pocket, and felt the small picture inside. He closed his eyes, and stood still. He fell on to the wall, and slid down. His tears were mixed with the wheezes that usually accompany an adult's breakdown. He didn't have much time to cry. His session was interrupted by another severe coughing fit. Victor fell on his side, coughing onto the floor, his eyes shut tight. When he opened them, a few drops of blood sat on the cold metal floor. His time might be running out. Victor had been smoking much more than he thought. Now he was paying for it. No, this wasn't supposed to happen, it's not supposed to be like this. Numerous thoughts rushed through his head, until finally, he blacked out.

Victor leaned against a large crate on the supply vessel Fresh Produce. He hated telling people where he worked, on the Fresh Produce. It was just plain embarrassing. He was the ship's guard, its one man army. The pirates were becoming more aggressive. Every ship needed at least ten guards, but the Captain only had the money for one. What he thought was going to be another lazy day, became the exact opposite. The entire ship shook, and the siren went off. The Fresh Produce had been hit by something. The cargo bay's huge doors began to open.

Victor leveled his shotgun. Its green sights pointed at a screen of smoke. Cracks rang out through the ship, and sparks of light illuminated and faded light lighting in the smoke. He was being shot at. The guard took cover behind a crate, and leaned around the corner.

Five pirates jogged in. The first three didn't make it far before being pumped full of shotgun pellets. The other two dove to the side behind crates. Seven more pirates ran in. Victor fired off four more shells, taking four of them down. He wasn't sure how many pirates were on their ship, but he knew if he inflicted enough casualties, they would leave. The man slipped more shells into his shotgun, and crept around the other side of the crate. He was surprised when sparks started coming off of the crate he hid behinde.

Victor dropped low, and fired at the lone pirate. The rounds impacted him in the chest, an instant kill. Someone jumped on his back, but ended up getting flipped over Victor's head and slammed onto the floor. The guard stomped his chest, stopping the pirates heart. The enemy was pouring in, and bullets were bouncing off the walls. He was terrified, and didn't know what to do.

The Captain of the Fresh Produce entered the cargo bay with a magnum, and joined in. Every single one of his bullets dropped a pirate. As good of a fighter as he may have been, he couldn't dodge bullets. The captain was shot at least ten times. This enraged Victor. He charged the pirates. Firing and pumping his gun as fast as he could. The enemies littered the floor. He ran out of ammunition, and drew a long knife out of a sheath. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he cut the murderers down one by one. He spotted one out of the corner of his eye, spun, and lunged his knife into the pirate's stomach.

The blow slammed the thief into the wall. At that moment, Victors frenzy disappeared, and he noticed it was just a boy, a pirate, yes, but just a boy. He had a surprised look on his face as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Victor swallowed, his face went pale. He let go of his knife and steeped back.

The boy slid to the floor, gasping in pain. Victor ran to the child, dropped to his knees, and picked him up in his arms. He held the pirate as his life slowly slipped away. He couldn't believe that he had killed a child. It reached up, and touched his face. The guard cried as the boy became limp in his arms. All life inside of him had disappeared. There wasn't one day that went by in which victor didn't see that pirate's face, the fear, the misery, the youth. He never told anyone of that event, not even his wife.


Victor awoke with a gasp. He hadn't had that dream in quite some time. He couldn't bear to be alone, so he went back to the staff's quarters, where Eve was fast asleep. He looked at her for a while, then turned away, and fell onto his own bed. His attempts to fall asleep were futile, so he paced the generator building's halls. Then he did something strange. Victor exited the construct, not acknowledging his trip wires. None the less, he made it out alive.

After climbing to the very top of the building, Victor looked down at the dirt beneath him. Wind swirled around the room. His white shirt whipped back and forth in the moonlight. The man took small steps towards the edge, until the tips of his shoes were hanging over then air. Kaila's death constricted his heart as he spread out his arms, and shifted his weight forward.



[Edited on 10.15.2009 5:23 PM PDT]

  • 10.15.2009 4:47 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Ahhh. Suicide? I didn't see that coming!
Good part, I liked the reliving of the old memory.

  • 10.15.2009 4:53 PM PDT