Sonicthehedgewolf

Claws of the Stranger-Chapter 2 Changes in Store As Lex crossed the street to his house the moon stopped shining brightly it went back to it normal brightness. He opened the door and went inside. Luckly his parents were out of town and left him with the whole house and fortunet enough he was an only child and they gave him the A huge responsibility. Lex limbed into the bathroom and turned on the lights and shower. When in the shower the water turned red as it hit the wounds. The bloody water ran down his body and down the drain. He turned off the shower and dried himself and bandaged the wounds. He felt very drowsy So he went straight to b

At some point, someone had had the wisdom to draw the comparison between adversity and wind.  Sonic knew a lot about wind; the way it was everywhere, veiled in the deceitful mask of stagnant air, begging for the slightest suggestion to send it into a fury of disruption and entropy. He knew how it thrust against you when you ran, how the harder you pushed against it the thicker and more impenetrable it became, until you reached the threshold of equilibrium. It, succumbing to your own intentions, would be a boost- pushing you further once you've beaten it.  He also knew that it was currently spitting ashy remnants at a less than grateful echidn

I lay face-down in the mud, rain hitting me like a thousand tiny bullets, mingling with my blood and washing it away even as more rushed eagerly from my wounds. More with every frantic beat of my dying heart. I couldn't feel the pain anymore. A wonderful numbness was overpowering my body and I closed my eyes, grateful that it would soon be over. I welcomed the peace of death after the horror I had endured, and amidst the sound of rushing water in my head I thought I heard the defiant howl of a lone wolf. The sound was cut off as my mind clouded over and I felt myself slipping away, not enough will to fight back from the brink. I was tired. S

It was a tent. The only thing on the entire island aside from what seemed to be bags of cement and other elements that were hinting at a construction zone was one light green tent. Directly outside of said tent was a small wooden table with blueprints on it, with a man covered in electronic plating hovering over them. Said man grinned a smile that was too bright for nine in the morning. "Raven! Hey!" Raven winced slightly, fighting the urge to twist her pinky in her ear. "Cyborg." "What brings you to our happy little home?" Cyborg asked, gesturing to the tent. "It's not like you can say it was on your way." "Not really." Raven paused, and

Raven didn't need to open her eyes to know that she was in a bed. She also could tell that not only was she in a bed, but she was in a bed in a fairly populated area, if the chatter and noises of people walking were anything to go by. Her head felt heavy, her thigh hurt, and she felt a stinging sensation in the back of her eyes. Where was she? What had-- . . . . Oh. Right. She had spoken against her father's actions, and questioned his reasons for existing. Raven felt dread clench her heart. Why, just why did she think that was a good idea? She might as well slugged him across the face (or at least tried). What she had done was stupid and ar

Raven really detested headaches. Being part demon, she had always been more resistant to sickness and illness in Azarath, but headaches apparently didn't count. She couldn't remember the last time she had been headache free for more than three days. She wasn't even sure if that had ever happened. And so, because of this horrible headache, she found herself, leaning against a building wall in the tech district, watching people race by, completely fine. No, they were more than fine; they were happy. Oblivious to the harshities of the world, to the suffering that people suffered in this life, naively going through life and believing that the wo

"Azar, what's love?" The woman who has become your caretaker, teacher, and guardian for the safety of Azarath looks down at you in confusion, shock, and something that may or may not be fear; unlike the others, she has the ability to mask her emotions, so you only have her expressions to go by, which are fleeting. "Where did you hear that?" "I. . . I read it somewhere," you tell her. "And the entire plot was about someone pondering 'love', but I never got to finish it because Sister Genevieve took it from me. Should I not have read it?" ". . . . No, you shouldn't have," Azar reluctantly states, placing her hand on your shoulder. You almos