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on Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:52 am



She ran down the murky streets of the dark and creepy city. It was already sundown by the time she entered the town limits. Wherever she had to go, she had to find it fast. She had to find help, but it seemed as if the streets were completely deserted.

"She coulda told me where to go." Sekiya thought to herself, but as the idea passed in her mind, she realized her own answer. Whatever Sekiya learned in that moment, the man would too. Wherever she was going, she had to follow her heart, her instinct, and her mind.

She would run through a graveyard, only eventually passing an old temple with the sick and dying outside of the doors. That wasn't the place, but with footsteps closing behind, she was left with no choice.

She had to chance it to this building. All she had to do was buy time. If it meant laying low and getting some rest, it was all she could do for now.

She ran into the temple, only to find two stone lanterns at the end of the walkway into the place.

It was no mistaking.  She was here. But what was she looking for?


on Fri Jan 12, 2018 2:38 am


Sword in hand, he chased after the breathing as she did since exiting that horrid city. He couldn't see her through the winding roads of Dahlia, but he could hear she wasn't too far off. He would chase until his final breath. It didn't matter who saw him like this. He had to kill the Manji, and in this place, they were bound to be anywhere.

He would sprint after her, trying to catch up, only for her to duck though a graveyard and disappear from his sight. The only thing around them was a temple, and something that gave him bad memories.

This was the place, he was sure of it. He could see the sickly people, some were probably given as offerings when they finally kicked the bucket. It was sickening. He would push through the doors and find this girl, and soon, her life would be cut as short as his attention span.

He was going to end all of this here. No one was going to get out of here alive. Here was where his cursed story ends. He finally gets revenge on the Manji Clan. And soon, he can live a life of fame and peace. And maybe even win his disloyal crew back.

He will rule the world.


on Sun Jan 14, 2018 5:39 am



He was there. He was right behind her. His presence was felt, and Sekiya reached out to anyone would cold help her. Anyone. She had begun to tear up, waling forward, the beggars and ill filling in the space behind her. She would hope that they would block her, but here and now, she had no more hope.

She fell before her god, her body erect but lifeless. Was this the power she wanted? No. She had to stop this man. She had to fight back.

"You did not take her totem."
the voice rang, like a calling, but it scorned her. It lashed at her. It was punishment. "You left my artifact behind." [/center]

She shook her head in disapproval. She had no idea of the totems importance. If she knew then maybe it wouldn't- . . .

No. She was killed too. She was taken just as she lived. The totem stole her living essence. No, this was how her deity fed. This was the power she wanted. This was not her life to live. In the next, she would be granted all she asked for. In this time, she had her own purpose. For now, she led this man here, and here he would die.


on Sun Jan 14, 2018 5:45 am



■ 214 WORDS ■ "Everything comes to an end"

She had taken the evening to tend to minor things. She blessed the fabrics, she organized the jars of blood and the cases of organs sat preserved in the corner of the room. It was the most clean the room had ever been. Since Les's leave, Caitlyn had found herself with more time than she knew what to do with. Of which, he started to tend to prayers with the civilians as well as listen to their problems. She gave them little faith. She only needed to spare just enough for them.

After all, in the end, they were nothing but pawns.

But she could hear the footsteps from above. People were inside, and they were not from here. They would bring her misfortune, she was sure of it. With a great frown she made her way up the stairs

At the top of the hallway case she would open the door to find a few faces she had not seen in Dahlia. One gave her hope, while the other brought her anger. Both seemed to breed familiarity. but why? Who were these people?

Why did they give her these feelings, what made them so important? Why did they come here? All of these questions and no answers. What would really become of tonight?


on Mon Jan 15, 2018 12:03 am


He watched her beg for mercy from that non existent god. There were fools, the whole lot of them. The Manji fed on fear and ignorance. No one dared challenge ideals from a clan born from war. None besides himself.

He would take his blade from the sheath that held it, he would laugh as he begun to storm forward towards the girl. He had the totem tied to the hilt of the sword careful to not touch it. He didn't understand the power behind it and he wasn't one to care about how. If it killed that girl so quick, maybe it would work this time as well.

He would take the end of the blade and plummet it into the back of the girl, it would pierce through her chest from behind, the blood would pour onto the ground. The people around them would part out of fear of his intentions, and it would only make him smile.

He was going to end the clan here and now. He would wait for her agonizing screams and her last grabs at her final breath. It was in these final moments that he would find pleasure. It was these moments that he found bliss.

He was in ecstasy.

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