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The Birth of Lucemon part IThe Birth of Lucemon
Part I: Lucemon
Everyone has a beginning. Even the most evil of us all. Even those great evils of other worlds must start somewhere.
This is one of those. Born to create a companion and friend, falling was the outcome.
This is the tale of how Lucemon came to be.
In a giant supercomputer, 1997
Noah Kaiba was bored silly. Ever since his accident two months earlier, his mind had been locked inside a computer his father made for him. And now his father's visits were lulling, ever since he took in those new kids.
Sure, Noah had his virtual dog, Sam, to keep him company, but that wasn't enough. Why should it have been? Sam was just a dog, a fake one at that. Noah wanted a friend. Someone he could actually talk to and get an intelligent response from.
"If I can't have a friend outside of this stupid box, I'll make one," he said, channeling all his knowledge (which was a lot) into finding a way to make friends. He eventually came upon a f
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Chapter One: A Strange New Wonderland
It had been a long time in Wonderland since Alice, driven mad by her parents' deaths, came back to a twisted Wonderland to destroy the Red Queen. Friends had died in the war, both by the actions of the Red Queen and then the unfortunate case of the Hatter who'd gone even madder than his name. But no one was gone forever, as the citizens found when those with the pure hearts came back after all the fighting. All had finally gone well for a change Alice was sane again, for one thing (true, a certain madness was needed to create Wonderland and to always visit it, but the kind Alice had spawned had changed the world's very makeup. And that wasn't good at all) and everyone was peaceful...
However, in the cases of the residents themselves like the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat the form changes that everyone had gone through had forever marked them. They both were still quite thin an
Glutton for Punishment 8Chapter Eight: How to Confuse a Group of Tamers
The next night, Beelzemon picked her up as usual, but also gave her a tiny bronze pendant with a strange carving in it.
"What's this?" Kuzuhamon asked.
"I got it from a friend," he said. "Put it on."
"O kay " she said, slipping the fine chain over her head. She began glowing with a white light, and suddenly, where a fox priestess once stood, there was now a nineteen-year-old girl with long silver hair, with a strange necklace that looked like the top of her staff, the bronze pendant, and in an outfit of purple denim and black leather. She looked the epitome of a biker's girlfriend. "What is this, Beelzemon?" she asked, surprised her face was uncovered by the mask.
Beelzemon, while Kuzuhamon was transforming, also put on his own pendant. He looked pretty much the same as normal, only human, no tail, and he didn't have a mask. He looked for all the world like a blonde biker man. "These pendant things I got from
101 questions for a Giratina101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
My name is Giratina, and my nicknames are Ruler of the Reverse/Distortion World, demon dragon, fiend of the grave, master of antimatter, and recently, Tartarus.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
It has been too many centuries...so my age is something even I don't remember. Though I know I was around for the early days of my world. As for birthday...irrelevant.
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
I was born in a place lost to human history. I live in the Distortion World now, though I spend a lot of time in Heartland. And I know little of 'patriotic'...but I must be more than my brothers who were willing to rip their play toy apart for the sake of a grudge...
4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My father is Arceus. He is the god of the world I came from. He's a bit stuck-u
A Bottle Of AlcoholOnce again, laying on the floor,
I can barely move,
But I'm still holding on,
I keep it tight in my hand-
A bottle of alcohol
My sight is blurred,
A strange beat I hear in my head,
I think I'm feeling great,
Because in fact I can't feel nothing at all,
I've let myself fall,
Drown my thoughts in a bottle of alcohol
I thought it will help me,
Maybe it will set me free,
Erase my mind, get a new start,
Delete the memory of you from my heart,
Help me move on-
A bottle of alcohol
I pull out the phone,
I'll make a try one more,
But all I hear is the robotic, impersonal voice,
" .please try again later", she said, just as before.
All is in vain, the "later" turned to never.
So I'll take another shot,
It can't harm me anymore now,
You already burned me on the inside,
Maybe soon I'll die,
My indifference about that is something I can't hide,
You already killed my soul,
But maybe will take its place-
A bottle of alcohol.
Long ago I gave up the fight,
Because I've lost you,
The Hope That Kept Me AliveI thought you were here,
I thought you would stay by my side,
But It wasn't real,
Now I know I can't hide,
It was just an illusion I've created,
My own happy world, far away from the dark.
When the truth was right in front of me,
I lied to myself telling "this can't be".
I closed my eyes and wished for better,
I wiped my tears realizing this will come true somewhere near to never
But at the end of the dark tunnel, I've seen a light,
It was a drop of hope,
The hope that kept me alive.
Hanging by the thread of hope,
I've figured out that you're so gone.
Were you even there?
All this time I've been alone,
Holding on by a shadow,
Feeding with memories,
In a world of hollow.
I am just a fool, I keep the memory of you alive,
Hiding from the crowd, they'll never understand,
But in the end I think I'll survive,
Or is this another illusion?
The hope that kept me alive
A Cyan SightIn front of broken promises and lies,
I choose to look away and close my eyes,
I'm an intruder in my own dreams,
In the end proved to be wrong-all of my beliefs.
In the dark,
I've seen a light,
A bright warm smile,
A cyan sight,
I thought I've found my savior,
But when I tried to take its hand,
It turned into dust,
"- or was it just out of reach"
In a shadow I've put again my trust?
Falling into hollow,
I've lost my soul,
I got no more a light to follow.
Screaming out my lungs for help,
But there's nobody around to hear,
There's nobody to feel my fear,
Just a cyan sight,
That keeps shining in the dark.
But it's too far away,
While I tried to reach it,
Everything around me turned to grey.
My dreams keeps shattering in front of my eyes,
A fake life, expectations, sick tries,
All that I cared about simply dies,
Will this cyan lighter survive?
Survive to keep me alive.
A bright warm smile,
A cyan sight,
Maybe will lead me to the light,
Does it even shine for me?
I'm the one it ha
Do You Remember?I burst into laughter,
You're begging me to let you go,
Do you really think this is a joke?
Now is time for you to bow.
Do you remember when you used to call me "freak"?
What made you believe that I'm so weak?
There's nothing bad in being different,
Now, I hope you know how pleased you should be,
To know the real me,
A mad psycho, that's what I am,
And with a bloody murder, that's how I'll end this game.
Do you remember how you used to break me down?
Everyday bit by bit, why you wanted to destroy my soul?
But I didn't let you see my tears,
I turned my back, pretending is not real,
I couldn't let you know my fears.
Now, I hope you won't mind,
If I tear you open wide,
Chop your heart,
Do you remember you did the same?
For your savage death you are the one to blame.
Why don't you laugh in my face once more?!
Do you believe now that the wheel can turn?
Well, your whole life is about to bend,
Take a look at my hand,
Is that your miserable life that I'm holding?
With your own blood,
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
Is This The Way I Chose To Be?Look into my eyes,
Do you think I'm made of stone?
I'm just exhausted of those useless cries,
I'm sick of feeling alone.
Behind that sick mischievous grin,
The full of hatred tone,
I do have my own dream,
I do have a soul.
Why don't you look into my eyes?
Behind my own stone wall,
That I've built to defend myself from the lies,
That's the way I've chose to be,
Why can't you see the real me?
They say is not true,
The person I'm trying to prove to you.
Maybe they are right,
Is there a real me that I'm trying to hide?
Maybe in time I just turned into a monster,
I destroyed everything was nice from me,
Is this the way I chose to be?
I stare at my own reflection,
An empty sight, pale skin,
The good has been burn,
I think I can't recognize myself,
There's no way to turn.
Destruction became my new passion,
Hurting others is a hobby,
Is this the real me?
Is this the way I chose to be?
I will never believe,
I'm not a monster, not a ghost,
Maybe a dark shadow,
My own dreams I stopped to follow.
There's Black All AroundThere's black all around, with nothing to touch or see,
I'm hanging by dead images that started to discolor, swallowed by the obscure sea.
In this dark universe the wind is breathless,
To never wake up again, to bleed to death it would be a bless.
The sweet, cold rain, it never pours,
Because here's no sky, no earth, no exit doors.
There's black all around, with noting to smell or hear,
In my dreams is still a bit of color, but soon it will disappear.
In this dark universe my heart stopped beating,
Here's no oxygen, because there's no need of breathing,
For the last shard of sun I'm still grieving
I'm screaming to the endless dark,
But the echo of my voice won't overcome,
Because here's no "get back from".
There's black all around, with no joy or pain,
Because here's neither lose or gain,
I still remember how love and hate felt like,
But this will be erased too by the obscure bane,
Replaced by a field of nothing, an obscure plain
It's kind of funny to remember that I
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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