Akatsukirochimaru

~Chapter 4~ “Absolutely not!” You winced. Ever since finding out about Mathias’ true intentions of returning to your village, you had begun to pace back and forth well into early evening when your parents had returned home. By then, of course, you had cleaned up the house along with ~~~~~~~~~~ and Emil’s help. Mathias was in no condition to be wasting his lingering strength on chores, and Lukas had thought himself too above cleaning up after “measly humans.” The remark had earned him yet another contemptuous blow on the head by the Dragonheart. “Father, Mother, listen to me,” you pleaded. &

 “Zehnder . . ?” Esther blinked her eye open slowly. She gazed around her surroundings, feeling light headed and numb. For a moment she thought she saw Zehnder again; killing those cops, ripping them apart one by one. And all the bullets flying towards her, and all the blood, and finally the wail of the ambulance as it sped towards them; then a blinding white light, and then nothing. Esther looked around more, trying to clear her head. She saw white walls and odd machines. It was all just a memory; she was no longer in the alley, no longer covered in blood, and no longer with Zehnder. She tried to sit up, to get a better l

Song that inspired me to do this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Hf-1rtYPjjE "Augh when is this god forsaken lecture going to end?" you groan under your breath as your professor goes on and on about the human brain. A sigh escapes from your lips as you lazily pucker your lips and balance a pencil/pen on top of your puckered lips."The capacity to "read" another person's emotional status, predict what they will do next or recognize what they think that you are thinking represent among the most important talents of the human brain. In a society where human interaction often determines success such abilities are highly v

'If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?'                                      - William Shakespeare It was sunny, which was a rare feat in itself. You sat next to a large window, practicing stitch patterns on a new clothing design you had created. It was the very window your mother, your sister and yourself used to gather round when you were young, before they were murdered in their own home. The sun made your (Hair Colour) hair shimmer somewhat,