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Sunday, September 05, 2004
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...i was gonna post something... but people would yell at me... so im just gonna go to sleep sad with my thoughts to myself... just letting you know... im very lonely

Posted at 09:36 pm by Djali
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
im a geek

I AM 28% GEEK!
28% GEEK
You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

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Thursday, August 05, 2004
I'M NOT WHITE TRASH!!! btw i got this from T.money

I AM 5% WHITE TRASH!
5% WHITE TRASH
I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

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Friday, July 30, 2004
Anthony's Life Story: Andy

    Anthony eventually left the rehab center and eventually transferred from his kindergarten, Shraderlane, to his first real school, Davidson Academy. Davidson wasn’t a bad school but not a particularly good one either, Anthony did have a few interesting firsts at Davidson, but that’s a different story. Anthony had had a normal life since he left the rehab center, although his parents were almost certain that he had received some mental trauma from the “incident,” but that was bogus Anthony was a normal average kid, growing up on “Power Rangers” and his child hood hero “Sonic.”

    Things changed however when Scott appeared at his house three years after the rehab incident. Scott walked up through Anthony’s drive-way. His thin look had never changed, his body was still slender and wasted, his brown eyes were just as calm as always, but Anthony was taller than Scott, much taller and much broader. Anthony just sat on his rickety old swing set and watched Scott approach, he watched Scotts smooth silent steps, he watched Scotts brown eyes, but mostly Anthony watched the gun mounted in Scott’s right hand. The chrome silver plating of the gun shined brightly in the summer sun. Anthony had never seen one in real life before, only on T.V and movies. Anthony felt nervous, what is this guy going to do to me? But Anthony couldn’t do anything but watch as Scott got closer and closer and closer.     “Hey,” Scott stated. “I remember you, from the rehab center right?”

    Anthony could only stare at the gun in Scott’s hand, Scott’s fingers loosened and tightened around the gun as he noticed that Anthony was staring.

    “Don’t worry; it’s just a B.B gun.” Scott brought the gun up and pointed it towards a tree and pulled the trigger in. The gun made a noise like air passing by your ear swiftly, but when the B.B hit the tree a small exploding noise sounded. “Do you want to come over to my house?”

    “Umm… I have to ask my mom,” stated Anthony. He walked up to the screen door of his house and pressed himself against it. “Mom!” he screamed at the top his lungs. “Can I go to a friend’s house?” Anthony knew the answer; his mom didn’t care where the hell he went.

    “Whatever,” she responded with the same loud yell.

    Anthony reproached Scott who had been emptying rounds of his B.B gun into Anthony’s next door neighbor’s fruit garden.

    “I can go,” Anthony said.

    Scott turned and Anthony followed him down his drive way, they walked down the hot black pavement of the street. The sun shown down brightly over the small neighbor hood, all of the houses looked the same underneath the burning hot sun. They passed yard after yard, house after house each looking identical all of them blended into a myriad of sameness. Finally they reached Scott’s portion of the neighbor hood, which was extremely different from the rest of the neighborhood, here everything was broken down and un-kept. Broken fences and un-cut yards littered this part of the neighborhood. People sat out on there porches yelling at each other or smoking. Anthony had never been here before, his brown eyes darted from yard to yard noticing differences, which was something he felt he couldn’t do in his own neighborhood, but somehow this didn’t scare him, nothing did. Anthony wanted the differences; he felt he could see personality in each of these yards.

    Scott lead Anthony up into a gravel driveway (again unlike Anthony’s own paved driveway). Two cars sat in the back yard each extremely different from the next, one looked like a tank, its fiber glass body was replaced with diamond plated steal, and it stood at least seven feet tall. The other car was a typical red sports car. Both cars shined reflected light across the small jungle of a back yard. Trees sprouted from everywhere, and the grass had never been cut. A big black dog seemed at home in the jungle as Anthony watched it roll over in the sun next a larger tree in Scott’s yard.

    Scott led Anthony inside the house threw a functioning screen door. Anthony half expected it to fall off especially after looking at this neighbor hood. The smell of cigarettes hit Anthony like a brick as he entered the house, he almost collapsed the smell was so strong. Anthony gripped his nose and looked around the house, a pool table took most of the space in the room, and pool trophies littered the walls. But the most amazing peace was the head of a deer protruding from the wall above where Scott was standing. Scott stood next to a massive blue safe box.

    “Do you want to see something cool?” Scott asked as he lifted the lid of the box. Anthony walked closer his shirt now pulled up over his nose to block the smell. Anthony peeked over the wall of the blue box and looked down.

    “Why do you have so many?” Anthony asked.

    “Because we need our safety.” Scott reached down and pulled out a long silver revolver. “Because this world is a dangerous place,” he cracked a smile.

    “Scott, who’s in there,” a voice came from a door to the right of me. A blonde kid walked from the kitchen and stared at me with blue eyes as he walked toward Scott. “Who is this kid?” he whispered as to keep me from hearing, but that was impossible this place was in small. A person could hear a persons whisper from across the house.

    “Kid,” Scott referred to Anthony as kid, “this is Andy. Andy this is kid.”

    Andy reached out to shake Anthony’s hand, “My name is Anthony,” Anthony stated as he took Andy’s hand.


Posted at 10:15 am by Djali
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Thursday, July 29, 2004
Anthony's Life Story

  So you want to know about the Anthony White of the East Nashville ghetto, the killer, the murderer? Well I used to be that kid… I used to be the man to beat, the king of the jungle, the Mack daddy of all the hoes a pimp could ever need. The amazing part was that I did all of this before my mid teens at five I had already had my first fight, at eleven I played my first game of chicken with a ‘95 Camero, at twelve I had taken my first life, at fourteen though… my reign ended. But that happens later in the story; let’s start in the very beginning.

  Five years old and he had been raped, he didn’t care, he didn’t know. Rape was just a word used to describe what his former babysitter had done to him in his sleep. Unluckily his parents walked in just as she had done this deed, which then caused his doctor to prescribe this place, this rehab center for rape victims and drug addicts. He didn’t need this, most of the people here were crazy, literally mentally insane, most people huddled in corners, and others hobbled around like an animal trapped in a cage with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Although a few did act sane, one in particular stared at Anthony, glaring at him as if he were prey. Anthony noticed it too and he stared back with the same viscosity, which some how pissed this kid off because he was approaching Anthony. Anthony knew that kind of walk too, it was the walk that was meant to intimidate people, the walk to tell you that your about to get your ass kicked. The funny part was this kid must have been somewhere near ten, approaching a five year old half his size and half his strength, this kid must have felt like picking on someone weaker than himself, which was always the case with bullies. But this time this kid was wrong, he was picking on the wrong five year old, he was picking on the only five year old that could kick his ass.

  “What the fuck you starin’ at me fo’,” the boy came across as a retard. His words slurred together into a giant jumble of unrecognizable sounds, he must have been an ecstasy addict.

  “I’m starin at yo ugly face,” Anthony responded with all of the sass and rudeness of an all-knowing six year old. The boys face looked aged beyond his years, for all anyone knew he could be sixty, but the stout body and plump face hinted otherwise, and of course this rehab center was meant for children younger than 12.

  The boy reached out a thick pudgy hand grabbing Anthony’s neck and slamming him into the wall. “You better learn who you talkin’ to boy.”

  Anthony wiggled under the weight of the boy. He could feel and smell the hot rancid breath of the fat kid as he pressed closer and further chocked Anthony, forcing Anthony to create deep gurgling noises from his throat. Anthony brought his foot up directly into his crotch. The boy curled up into a tight ball, as Anthony dropped to the ground gasping for breath, which didn’t last long cause Anthony bounced back up quickly. Anthony took his foot and jammed it into the face of the fat fart bellow him. Almost all of Anthony’s weight pressed against the kids temple, as he screamed for his life, but right before the end, right before what would have been Anthony’s first kill the center’s medics rushed and pulled Anthony away.

  But Anthony’s fight didn’t go unnoticed. One kid sat in the corner, and watched the entire fight with rational eyes.

  The next day Anthony was approached by eight year old drug addict named Scott. Calm, cool brown eyes stared out from underneath dark black hair that fell down over his ears. His thin body showed signs of a serious crack addict, which was eerie for a kid so young, most people his age were here for trying drugs and not know what they were, but this kid was different.

  “I saw your fight yesterday,” this kid’s voice came out silky smooth like a car sales man, far too controlled, far too clear.

 nbsp;“Yeah,” Anthony answered, blandly of course he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. Scott was significantly taller than Anthony, standing almost a foot taller. Anthony felt short and fat compared to him, but his brown eyes still stared strait up into Scotts.

  “Where do you live?” that voice was still far to slick.

  “Barclay… in East Nashville.” Anthony answered from memory, he had remembered his parents spitting out such information constantly although he really couldn’t remember the numbers yet. Anthony really just wanted to be left alone.

  “Oh! Cool, that’s where I live. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” the fluency in his voice disappeared. He turned and walked away, and Anthony didn’t see him again for years.


Posted at 06:39 pm by Djali
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Tuesday, July 27, 2004
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*sitting at my desk... i stare up at the sky and point shaking my head...* god... you suck

Posted at 07:23 pm by Djali
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Sunday, July 25, 2004
The newest story...

  "click"

  "click"

  "click"

  This was possibly the closest I had every come to suicide... sitting there in the middle of a church, surrounded by people just staring at me, while I hopelessly pulled trigger of the revolver. I knew the gun was empty, I knew it, because each one of the cadavers around me had taken them... the bullets I mean. They were mocking me with their wide sightless eyes; they had left their miserable lives behind, while I sat trying to kill myself with an empty gun. But I still pulled that trigger, hoping with all my heat that some act of god would miraculously place a bullet into sleek chrome plated Ruger Bisley Single-Six Vaquero. But why would god help someone like me, a killer, a murderer, an assassin? And just to spite me, every time I pulled that trigger time lagged, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours and so on... It seemed that it couldn't get worse; nothing could possibly make this situation worse...

  "click"

  "click"

  "bang"


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Monday, May 31, 2004
Anni the Protector: Next

Part 1: The leaders “Today another school shooting was reported” the TV blared. “It is the third one to happen this year. Nine people dead, six were students and three were teachers, and multiple more were injured. The two gunners also took their own lives at the end of the end of the ordeal. More to com-” The TV turned off, the lights turned on. The TV sat at the very end of an oval table surrounded by six gruff elderly men all-staring at the TV. The only lights came from the behind the men throwing huge shadows across the room giving the feeling that it was the beginning of a horror movie. Silence filled the room for a long while, but then one of the men on the left side of the table spoke. He looked to be the youngest, somewhere in his 40’s. “What are we going to do about this?” he asked his voice calm and still. “These kids get more suicidal every day. It’s just so pitiful.” “What do you think we should do? ‘Cause to tell you frankly, I don’t have a god damned idea.” Possibly the eldest man in the room responded. He was balding at the top of his head, and any hair he had left was completely white. His dark beady eyes glared at the screen in front of him, his faced twisted in complete anger. “If these kids keep killing each other we won’t have much of a FUTURE.” The anger in his voice increased with every word. He leaned forward and began to try and calm himself down his hands twiddling nervously. The man sitting at the pinnacle of the table chimed in. His voice was calm, cool and quiet; he leaned back in the shadows his face was hidden in a mask of darkness. The calmness of his voice caused the eldest member jump out of his state of anger. “We could open the chambers, and use the guards to protect the kids.” All eyes turned toward him, they stared and thought for a second. “The Guards,” said the oldest, “They were designed to fight wars not baby-sit a bunch of KIDS!” “It’s just an idea,” replied the hidden man, hi voice showing compassion at all. “It’s a RETARTED IDEA! We can’t use them for just anything.” “Actually it just may work.” said the youngest. “But it would have to be done in secret.” “No problem,” stated another man nearest to the TV. “They are trained in secrecy.” “So it’s agreed then?” stated the man at the head of the table. “We open the chambers.” He leaned forward revealing himself. No doubt he was the youngest; his vibrant blue eyes stared out at the rest of the men. “Aye,” stated the room. The oldest man stared out at the rest of the group. His eyes glared. He didn’t like this idea. Part 2: Anni Sirens wailed and police cars and armored vehicles flew down Westwood Avenue, they stopped for nothing; stop signs, red lights were not even in existence to the drivers of the rescue vehicles. “Report, report, two men entered a down town middle school, USN. They are described as two middle aged men; race is undetermined so is height and weight.” The message went to all the cars. “They are both armed and considered very dangerous. Everything else is undetermined. Proceed with caution.” “Darn.” Anni sat in one of the specially armored vehicles. The truck bumped and rocked as they blew down the streets to their destination. The assault rifle in Anni’s hands felt far too familiar. His Kevlar vest felt warm and welcoming and the massive Kevlar helmet felt just the same. His large brown eyes tenderly searched the weapon in his hand, he hardly even noticed his fellow comrades around him. “Nervous kid,” stated a SWAT member. “Don’t worry, everything’l be just fine.” His blue eyes peered just out from under his helmet and looked into Anni’s. Anni nodded and looked towards the back of the truck. He was separated from the driver by a wire fence; there were about six other guys in this truck. They all wore the same thing, black Kevlar vest and helmet with SWAT written in white on their vests. All carried their own different weaponry. Most of the men held their heads low so Anni could not see their faces. Anni’s brown dreads fell down in front of his face as he bowed his head. A sudden jerk and a large tire screech, the truck had stopped. “Yo! We’re here boys, get tactical!” the driver yelled at the men in the back of the truck. With a burst of energy all of the petrified soldiers broke open the doors of the truck and leaped out into the parking lot. Their guns ready and aiming forward. “You know your job get in there and do your stuff!” yelled the driver who was also the sergeant. “Anni, you wait behind.” Anni stood in the back of the truck. He stared out the back of the truck it was a beautiful day. The sun shined brightly down through scarce clouds. Golden rays fell from the sky and hit the few cars in the parking lot and reflected off of them giving an even brighter view of the whole school. More soldiers rushed from other cars and followed the soldiers from the truck he was in. They eventually split and went their own directions. Anni stepped down onto the pavement of the parking lot. The two-foot drop and caused Anni to stumble when he hit the ground. The other soldiers had just reached the front door, and had begun to enter the building; their feet beat into the hot, shiny pavement. The noise from their feet rang out across the parking lot. The sounds made Anni cringe, he was always taught to be stealthy and quiet on a job like this. “Come here Anni.” Anni walked to one of the other armored cars in the lot. A radio sounded from inside of the car. “We need you to go in stealth,” stated the radio. “Wearing this?” he referred to the thick heavy boots, and massive assault rifle. “No.” The sergeant handed him a black suit, it appeared to be a wet suit with too many pockets. Part 3: The School A girl dashed down the halls of the school. She tripped and fell her pursuer followed slowly. She crawled away from the man, her blonde hair stuck heavily to her neck and face. Her clothes were ripped and torn in several places. Her blue eyes watered and her tears streamed down her face to her shoulders and then were absorbed by her tattered shirt. The pursuer held a small knife; the huge brown jacket he wore kept all of his other assumed weapons hidden. “Don’t be scared little one, I only want to play.” His voice sounded normal and calm just like any other average Joe. He licked the knife and the girl gave a shudder. He finally reached her; he grabbed her leg and pulled her close. Her eyes widened as he took the knife and placed it at her collarbone. She stared at it as he brought it down slowly, cutting the shirt. The man fell forward on her, his knife had just reached her naval. She searched franticly around the hallway. She saw nothing, the classroom doors stood still, and the staircase stood silent. Styrofoam fell from the ceiling and landed on the girl. A man wearing all black dropped from the ceiling. He landed in a crouched position. The suit he wore had pockets everywhere. It was sleek and shiny just like the black gun he had in his hand. The barrel of the gun was elongated. The man turned and pulled the dead man off the girl. Her eyes rose to meet a boy who couldn’t have been older than she was. His dread locks fell down bellow the tri-goggles, each lens glowed a different color. He then began to busy himself with the girl’s shirt, clipping the two sides together so they would stay. “Are you ok?” he asked. His hands moved quickly and quietly. “Yes,” the girl answered. Her voice was soft and scared. Her body shook softly. “Do you think you can make it to your hiding area? I need you to get there without me.” His eyes lost attention of her shirt and found her eyes. “I can.” “Alright. You have to get there fast, or they may catch you.” She nodded. “How many of them are there?” She stood up with Anni, allowed him to lead her toward her destination, ignoring his question completely. Anni looked at her. His eyes were skeptical. “Go,” he said. She ran quickly down the hall. Her steps were loud and clumsy. Please don’t get caught. He wished. I don’t need any drama right now. Now to find the third floor. He turned and looked around the hallway. On his way around in his turn he found the double doors, which signified a staircase. Anni re-placed his pistol, which had been lying on the ground, as he began to walk forward in a crouched position leaving the body behind; the gun held outright elbows bent slightly. He reached the doorway and looked through cautiously. Peering between the cracks in-between the stair flights Anni could see two men sitting a flight below him, but they did not notice him. He walked up the stairs silently, his heavy rubber soled boots never made a sound. Moving slowly he turned the corner and looked down the hallway. No one was there, he was home free. Ok. Locker 389, the one no one use. His mind went over what his sergeant had told him. The combination is 5, 15, 34, 2, and 96. He finally found the locker and began to study it. The locker was terra cotta in color just like all the others in the hall, but it was larger, both wider and taller than any other in the hallway. The locker was mounted in the hallway wedged in-between two other lockers. The hallway was basically the same as all of the other floors, pale colored floors in a strange tile, white ceiling, and a glass filled office room marked “High School Office.” He returned his attention to the locker, and noticed a slight inconvenience. There was no lock. He searched the locker, and almost instantly found a hidden panel. He slid it open, the bare metal on his hand caused his hand to tingle. Raising the panel revealed a hidden keypad. He entered the code and the locker opened automatically. “Welcome,” said a cheery woman’s voice. “There is currently a breech, please place on the armored jacket, and the IDE sunglasses. They will tell you everything you need. Thank you.” An eyebrow raised in a peculiar fashion. Anni’s large brown eyes opened wider and stared into the locker. There was a jacket sitting on a shelf, the sides of the lockers were lined with weaponry. More than he had ever seen in one place: Pistols, assault rifles, machine guns, rocket launchers all lined the inside of the locker. The locker had to have gone at least a whole foot more than any of the other lockers into the wall. He pulled out the jacket, which was heavy but thin; twirling the jacket about his head he mounted it on his shoulders. As soon as it touched his skin it began to resize itself. The waste tightened, the cuffs loosened, and the hood hugged his throat. The jacket was a rather nice color, black, but wouldn’t do much to hide him. Sunglasses, he thought. He looked into the locker. Just above where the shelf was there was a handle. He grabbed the handle and pulled on it. Another shelf opened, it glowed blue light at the cracks. The light felt cool and soothing on his skin. It threw a blue tint through the entire locker. The pyramid shaped shelf revealed black onyx black sunglasses. Anni removed the tri-lens from his head and donned the sunglasses, instantly the glasses filled with text, code, pictures, information that all downloaded directly into his brain. Maps of the building, locations of other arsenals all came with it; just as quickly as it had come all of the text stopped, except for one blinking cursor. “Welcome Protector.” Part 4: The First War Anni walked down the hall. He had shed his stealth suit and moved on to a jacket and some normal school clothes. He walked down from his new locker, carrying multiple weapons, but the only one that was visible was a “compact” assault rifle. He passed a hallway, which looked like it led to a fire escape; more classrooms appeared down that hall. The sun burst through a window at the very end of the hall lighting the entire hallway and spilling into the main corridor. A man appeared from a staircase to his left. His brawny arms engulfed an Uzi. “What are you doing? You know you can get killed right?” His sentences came out sounding retarded, but it did match his large profile. “Not me. It’s hard for anyone to kill me.” Anni had his head turned so the man couldn’t see through his dark marble lens of his sunglasses. Anni put his hand in one of his jacket pockets and produced a pistol still holding the assault rifle in his left hand. He aimed it directly between the eyes and placed his finger on the trigger. “Actually, I’m impossible to kill.” The gun sounded and the man staggered backward falling into the ledge above the staircase. “CRAP!” A voice boomed from the staircase. Heavy feat clashed with the steps of the stairway to Anni’s left. Anni stood their gun stretched out in the same position. The first head appeared in the staircase and he pulled the trigger. The wall exploded right next to the man’s head. The gun sounded again and this time the man’s head exploded into blood and he fell knocking the one behind him back down the stairs. Anni took off, running full speed down the hall leaping over back packs and homework as he replaced the pistol. Anni dived down and slid behind an outcropping in the wall, he frantically scrambled to ready his assault rifle, while leaning his head around the corner. Six guys flooded from the door to chase him and Anni let loose a whole clip of ammo. The gun kicked hard and sent the gun into a wild seizure. Bullet holes appeared all around the hall putting holes in lockers walls, and sending hundreds of papers into a giant tornado ash. He didn’t hit a single person. Darn it!!! He cursed in his mind and ran down the hall. Bullets chased him and grazed his shoulder. Wincing, he shook it off. He flew around a corner, just passing a computer lab, as soon as he turned the corner the glass of the lab’s doors shattered and collapsed to the floor. Anni stopped harshly and dived through the glass door of another room. “Breech in multiple sections. Repairs will begin in 5… 4…” Anni completely ignored the broadcast, but when it finished it was hard to ignore. All of the broken glass and bullet holes in the walls began to float and melt back together. The pieces of glass on the floor lit and sparkled as soon as they hit the sunlight from the windows, it was a magnificent scene to experience. But Anthony didn’t gawk and stare he didn’t have time. He looked about the room frantically and noticed four pipe items that stated, “Flammable gasses.” Bingo! He ran to the counters to which the pipes were mounted and turned them on to the point where he could smell the gasses. Quickly he ran and jumped on to what appeared to be the teacher’s desk and climbed on one of the hanging panels. He kicked a hole into the wall where it blocked entrance to the ceiling of the hallway; he leapt head first through the hole and looked down through the Styrofoam ceiling of the hallway. The wall behind him began to melt back together. It startled him because the announcement hadn’t sounded. Wonder why that happened? He thought. The space in the ceiling was crouched and small, near impossible hard for him to fit in considering the fact he was somewhere around 6’ feet tall. He watched as the men around the corner came through into the hallway. They split up. Three continued farther down the hallway and down the stairs while the other three obviously decided to search the rooms, starting with the one he had just gassed. They opened the door. “Ah hell! What is that smell?” said one. “Smells like gas!” stated another. “He was obviously in here.” The third mans voice was much cooler and calmer. All three of them entered the room as Anni slid the panels of the ceiling open and jumped down into hallway directly in front of the door to the gassed room. He opened the door and pulled out his lighter (he didn’t smoke he just liked the idea of fire). He lit the lighter and tossed it in slamming the door behind him hard enough so that the guys in the room noticed him. They caught site of the lit lighter. They held their breath and the lighter went out. They all sighed simultaneously, but it was short lived, when the lighter it the floor it re-lit. Fire spilled from the lighter. The fire caught in mid air and spread through out the entire room, it overcame everything in its path, devouring the desks, papers, and the cabinets that littered the room. The men tried to escape the flames, but were eaten alive. The fire rushed up to the glass doors and pressed up against the glass causing it to crack and then exploded. Anni ducked and hid under his jacket. The fire consumed the entire hallway, completely engulfing Anni and everything near him. Part 5: His Specialty Anni stood up and looked into the burnt out room. Fire still spat out from the pipes on the corner, but did eventually die down into nothing. Three burnt corpses lay strewn over desks and the floor. The room rained the ashes of paper, the desks now had the color of charcoal, glass littered the floor and the smell of a human hair roast was overwhelming. “Breech in section 5440343, repairs will begin in 5… 4… 2… 1…” Incredibly the room began to heal. All of the desks lost their burnt black color and turned to normal floating back into their original position, chairs lifted back into their previous arrangement, and the three corpses sank into the floor. The ash of papers and melted back packs either sank into the floor or still fluttered about the room. Weird. Anni stood in shock. Heavy footsteps sounded from around the corner down the hall. “What was that?” asked a voice. “What do I look like a psychic?” another voice answered. Crap! Anni took of down toward the other end of the hall, heading back toward the computer lab, but he had waited too long. The men coming up the hall saw him and pursued. Anni flew down the halls stopping for nothing; books, bags, calculators all littered the floors, making almost impossible not to slip and fall. A gun went off and a bullet lodged itself in a locker by Anni’s head, causing him to trip and fall. The men stopped behind him, and Anni turned over. Three men had pursued him; one carried a relatively large sword; the other two carried automatic weaponry. I got no chance. Anni shook his head in despair, and made an effort to get up. “You know what? Jim… you can have him.” The one farthest left nodded and stepped forward, he carried the sword. The other two stepped back. “This should be fun,” stated the largest man. His bulky figure stood far above his underlings. “You’ve got no chance.” Anni nodded, stepped back and took his stance. His opponent smiled unsheathed his sword and charged. He moved at blazing speeds, raising the blade high above his head, and brought it down right over Anni’s head. Anni feinted at the last second to the right. The man fell forward directly into a right footed kick from Anni. A dry crack sounded and rang through the hallway as one of the man’s ribs shattered at the absurd power of Anni’s kick. “Huh.” The man coughed up a mass amount of blood, but got up anyway. He turned around and stared down a punch, which caused him to stumble backwards. Anni’s attack was relentless, punches flew at major speeds and Anni danced circles around the man. This wasn’t a fight to Anni it was like target practice, a joke, this guy had no chance. The man finally got a chance to throw a move he swung the sword in a horizontal arch. Anni ducked under it and grabbed his hand just as it passed over his shoulder. He twisted the hairy arm into his own body causing the man to have to follow, his back now facing Anni. Raising his hand high Anni brought it down hard on the man’s neck causing the man to pass out instantly. The man drooped away, Anni now carrying the sword. Anni brushed his hand down the sword lightly. He stared at it passionately; the sword glowed brightly swaying light all across the hallway and brightening Anni’s dark brown eyes, and thick brown eyebrows. He swung the sword twice across his body and stepped into a stance calling the two other men to fight with a hand gesture. “You do realize we have guns right?” the leader said. The men raised their guns, and fired with no care of where the bullets went. Anni pulled the sword back as the bullets started to reach him. He swung the sword in wide arks to each side of his body. Sparks spilled everywhere as bullets ricochet off of lockers, walls, and Anni’s sword. The wild spinning motion of the sword actually stopped bullets, but not all of them were stopped, they tore at his skin and pulled strings of blood from where they hit. Finally there were too many; the sword stopped spinning, and Anni was torn backwards. He lay on the ground six feet from where he originally stood; blood staining the floor around him. And then the bullets stopped, and his killers stood over him. “You never had a chance.” The man’s massive face closed in on his own. Anni could smell his horrid breath. His greasy face came with in inches of his own as he kneeled over his body. Anni brought his knee hard up into the man’s groin area, kicking him end over end. Anni kicked himself up inches away from the other man. Placing his hand over the man’s over the second man’s face, Anni used all of his strength and drove him backwards causing him to slam into the floor. He was completely astonished, “He can actually stand.” “Yes, I can stand,” Anni’s blood pooled at his feet, the blood rose up and fell back down sending ripples throughout the entire pool. The blood then rose up higher and sucked back into his wounds as the bullets lodged in his body oozed out as metallic fluid, and the wounds started to re-seal. Other blood, not his own, rose up and swirled around him. The two men recovered ready to fight, but scared to death. “There is no purpose in this. You can run. No one will chase you,” Anni stood the blood still flowing around his body. “No, we fight to the death.” At their words Anni’s sword rose high above his head, throwing sunlight all throughout the main hall. The light glistened as it hit the broken light that had begun to re-heal. The glass sparkled and shined likes stars in the mid-night sky. The blood swirling about his body turned bright red as the light shined on it. It was truly a beautiful scene, yet it was also horrifying. The sword moved and everything went dark. It was over. Anthony had been reborn. Part: 6 The end. Blood dripped from Anni's pants creating long streams of blood, leading from the battle site. The naked sword in his left hand dripped with blood as the very tip dragged on the ground creating long bloody scratches in the ground. Big brown eyes tenderly searched the halls wavering warily, looking for the next sign of danger. Giant holes perforated his close revealing the naked vulnerable body underneath. Anni's brown hair now stood an inch off of his head and the smell of burnt hair was overwhelming, his large black eyebrows completely gone. His tongue wet dry lips as the world started to collapse. The ground shook, glass shattered, tables toppled as a great rumbling sound spilled through the hallways, and as if god himself decided, it all stopped, and it all came back together, as if nothing ever happened. Glass melted silently back into place, tables reset themselves all at the command of the sleek smooth voice of the announcer. "You! Stop where you are," the voice cut through Anni's thoughts like a knife, launching him back into reality with shocking speed. Anni turned slowly staring down his new foe. One. He thought with a snicker, Theirs only one of them. "I highly suggest you run. If you haven’t noticed I’ve already dispatched three of your friends." With a bloody finger he pointed towards the battleground not ten feet behind the twig like man. The man turned wildly staring down the hall at his fallen comrades. Then as he looked back at Anni he walked away slowly. "How did you kill them all? How?" "It's very simple, I'm special." Anni said with a smile. The skinny little man's gaunt eyes studied Anni. He pressed his back to the wall, and then turned running full speed down the hall towards where the three corpses had been. Anni didn't chase him, he just stared after the little man watching as he stumbled and scrambled to stand. A smirk appeared across Anni's face, I wish they could all be like that. The world would be a far better place. Anni continued walking... and walking... and walking... Chapter 2: What happened to the killer? Part 1: USN, the beginning. Anni walked the halls of USN, but it was far different from that of the previous week. Now, there were students filling the halls, scurrying around, going about their normal lives as if previous week had never happened, all together a new experience for Anni. He had never lived in such a school; ever since his tenth birthday he only been able to see one other person and most often it was only his voice. His sculpted fifteen year old body made most of the students of this school seem too well fed, their exposed flesh looked tender and almost pudgy leading Anni to the idea that these children would never and haven’t ever gone a day in their lives without a meal. Their bodies were meek compared to Anni’s. “HEY!” a voice dug deep into Anni’s thoughts. “HEY!” Anni turned to see a pale man jumping up and down trying to get his attention. The man’s blue green eyes glistened in the dim light, a gnarled hand waved frantically and then dropped as soon as Anni was captured. Anni stood like a cat in headlights, staring down the man until he finally reached him. “I’ve been looking for you all mornin’” stated the man, by the sound of his voice he could have been fifteen, he looked fifteen. “My name is Travis and I will be your host.” “Okay,” stated Anni. “Welcome to USN.”

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    Tuesday, May 18, 2004
    Anni the Protector

    Part 1: The leaders “Today another school shooting was reported” the TV blared. “It is the third one to happen this year. Nine people dead, six were students and three were teachers, and multiple more were injured. The two gunners also took their own lives at the end of the end of the ordeal. More to com-” The TV turned off, the lights turned on. The TV sat at the very end of an oval table surrounded by six gruff elderly men all-staring at the TV. The only lights came from the behind the men throwing huge shadows across the room giving the feeling that it was the beginning of a horror movie. Silence filled the room for a long while, but then one of the men on the left side of the table spoke. He looked to be the youngest, somewhere in his 40’s. “What are we going to do about this?” he asked his voice calm and still. “These kids get more suicidal every day. It’s just so pitiful.” “What do you think we should do? ‘Cause to tell you frankly, I don’t have a god damned idea.” Possibly the eldest man in the room responded. He was balding at the top of his head, and any hair he had left was completely white. His dark beady eyes glared at the screen in front of him, his faced twisted in complete anger. “If these kids keep killing each other we won’t have much of a FUTURE.” The anger in his voice increased with every word. He leaned forward and began to try and calm himself down his hands twiddling nervously. The man sitting at the pinnacle of the table chimed in. His voice was calm, cool and quiet; he leaned back in the shadows his face was hidden in a mask of darkness. The calmness of his voice caused the eldest member jump out of his state of anger. “We could open the chambers, and use the guards to protect the kids.” All eyes turned toward him, they stared and thought for a second. “The Guards,” said the oldest, “They were designed to fight wars not baby-sit a bunch of KIDS!” “It’s just an idea,” replied the hidden man, hi voice showing compassion at all. “It’s a RETARTED IDEA! We can’t use them for just anything.” “Actually it just may work.” said the youngest. “But it would have to be done in secret.” “No problem,” stated another man nearest to the TV. “They are trained in secrecy.” “So it’s agreed then?” stated the man at the head of the table. “We open the chambers.” He leaned forward revealing himself. No doubt he was the youngest; his vibrant blue eyes stared out at the rest of the men. “Aye,” stated the room. The oldest man stared out at the rest of the group. His eyes glared. He didn’t like this idea. Part 2: Anni Sirens wailed and police cars and armored vehicles flew down Westwood Avenue, they stopped for nothing; stop signs, red lights were not even in existence to the drivers of the rescue vehicles. “Report, report, two men entered a down town middle school, USN. They are described as two middle aged men; race is undetermined so is height and weight.” The message went to all the cars. “They are both armed and considered very dangerous. Everything else is undetermined. Proceed with caution.” “Darn.” Anni sat in one of the specially armored vehicles. The truck bumped and rocked as they blew down the streets to their destination. The assault rifle in Anni’s hands felt far too familiar. His Kevlar vest felt warm and welcoming and the massive Kevlar helmet felt just the same. His large brown eyes tenderly searched the weapon in his hand, he hardly even noticed his fellow comrades around him. “Nervous kid,” stated a SWAT member. “Don’t worry, everything’l be just fine.” His blue eyes peered just out from under his helmet and looked into Anni’s. Anni nodded and looked towards the back of the truck. He was separated from the driver by a wire fence; there were about six other guys in this truck. They all wore the same thing, black Kevlar vest and helmet with SWAT written in white on their vests. All carried their own different weaponry. Most of the men held their heads low so Anni could not see their faces. Anni’s brown dreads fell down in front of his face as he bowed his head. A sudden jerk and a large tire screech, the truck had stopped. “Yo! We’re here boys, get tactical!” the driver yelled at the men in the back of the truck. With a burst of energy all of the petrified soldiers broke open the doors of the truck and leaped out into the parking lot. Their guns ready and aiming forward. “You know your job get in there and do your stuff!” yelled the driver who was also the sergeant. “Anni, you wait behind.” Anni stood in the back of the truck. He stared out the back of the truck it was a beautiful day. The sun shined brightly down through scarce clouds. Golden rays fell from the sky and hit the few cars in the parking lot and reflected off of them giving an even brighter view of the whole school. More soldiers rushed from other cars and followed the soldiers from the truck he was in. They eventually split and went their own directions. Anni stepped down onto the pavement of the parking lot. The two-foot drop and caused Anni to stumble when he hit the ground. The other soldiers had just reached the front door, and had begun to enter the building; their feet beat into the hot, shiny pavement. The noise from their feet rang out across the parking lot. The sounds made Anni cringe, he was always taught to be stealthy and quiet on a job like this. “Come here Anni.” Anni walked to one of the other armored cars in the lot. A radio sounded from inside of the car. “We need you to go in stealth,” stated the radio. “Wearing this?” he referred to the thick heavy boots, and massive assault rifle. “No.” The sergeant handed him a black suit, it appeared to be a wet suit with too many pockets. Part 3: The School A girl dashed down the halls of the school. She tripped and fell her pursuer followed slowly. She crawled away from the man, her blonde hair stuck heavily to her neck and face. Her clothes were ripped and torn in several places. Her blue eyes watered and her tears streamed down her face to her shoulders and then were absorbed by her tattered shirt. The pursuer held a small knife; the huge brown jacket he wore kept all of his other assumed weapons hidden. “Don’t be scared little one, I only want to play.” His voice sounded normal and calm just like any other average Joe. He licked the knife and the girl gave a shudder. He finally reached her; he grabbed her leg and pulled her close. Her eyes widened as he took the knife and placed it at her collarbone. She stared at it as he brought it down slowly, cutting the shirt. The man fell forward on her. His knife had just reached her naval. She searched franticly around the hallway. She saw nothing, the classroom doors stood still, and the staircase stood silent. Styrofoam fell from the ceiling and landed on the girl. A man wearing all black dropped from the ceiling. He landed in a crouched position. The suit he wore had pockets everywhere. It was sleek and shiny just like the black gun he had in his hand. The barrel of the gun was elongated. The man turned and pulled the dead man off the girl. Her eyes rose to meet a boy who couldn’t have been older than she was. His dread locks fell down bellow the tri-goggles he wore on his head. Each lens in the goggle glowed a different color. He then began to busy himself with the girl’s shirt, clipping the two sides together so they would stay. “Are you ok?” he asked. His hands moved quickly and quietly. “Yes,” the girl answered. Her voice was soft and scared. Her body shook softly. “Do you think you can make it to your hiding area? I need you to get there without me.” His eyes lost attention of her shirt and found her eyes. “I can.” “Alright. You have to get there fast, or they may catch you.” She nodded. “How many of them are there?” She stood up with Anni, allowed him to lead her toward her destination, ignoring his question completely. Anni looked at her. His eyes were skeptical. “Go,” he said. She ran quickly down the hall. Her steps were loud and clumsy. Please don’t get caught. He wished. I don’t need any drama right now. Now to find the third floor. He turned and looked around the hallway. On his way around in his turn he found the double doors, which signified a staircase. Anni re-placed his pistol, which had been lying on the ground, as he began to walk forward in a crouched position leaving the body behind; the gun held outright elbows bent slightly. He reached the doorway and looked through cautiously. Peering between the cracks in-between the stair flights Anni could see two men sitting a flight below him, but they did not notice him. He walked up the stairs silently, his heavy rubber soled boots never made a sound. Moving slowly he turned the corner and looked down the hallway. No one was there he was home free. Ok. Locker 389, the one no one use. His mind went over what his sergeant had told him. The combination is 5, 15, 34, 2, and 96. He finally found the locker and began to study it. The locker was terra cotta in color just like all the others in the hall, but it was larger, both wider and taller than any other in the hallway. The locker was mounted in the hallway wedged in-between two other lockers. The hallway was basically the same as all of the other floors, pale colored floors in a strange tile, white ceiling, and a glass filled office room marked “High School Office.” He returned his attention to the locker, and noticed a slight inconvenience. There was no lock. He searched the locker, and almost instantly found a hidden panel. He slid it open, the bare metal on his hand caused his hand to tingle. Raising the panel revealed a hidden keypad. He entered the code and the locker opened automatically. “Welcome,” said a cheery woman’s voice. “There is currently a breech, please place on the armored jacket, and the IDE sunglasses. They will tell you everything you need. Thank you.” An eyebrow raised in a peculiar fashion. Anni’s large brown eyes opened wider and stared into the locker. There was a jacket sitting on a shelf, the sides of the lockers were lined with weaponry. More than he had ever seen in one place: Pistols, assault rifles, machine guns, rocket launchers all lined the inside of the locker. The locker had to have gone at least a whole foot more than any of the other lockers into the wall. He pulled out the jacket, which was heavy but thin; twirling the jacket about his head he mounted it on his shoulders. As soon as it touched his skin it began to resize itself. The waste tightened, the cuffs loosened, and the hood hugged his throat. The jacket was a rather nice color, black, but wouldn’t do much to hide him. Sunglasses, he thought. He looked into the locker. Just above where the shelf was there was a handle. He grabbed the handle and pulled on it. Another shelf opened, it glowed blue light at the cracks. The light felt cool and soothing on his skin. It threw a blue tint through the entire locker. The pyramid shaped shelf revealed black onyx black sunglasses. Anni removed the tri-lens from his head and donned the sunglasses, instantly the glasses filled with text, code, pictures, information that all downloaded directly into his brain. Maps of the building, locations of other arsenals all came with it; just as quickly as it had come all of the text stopped, except for one blinking cursor. “Welcome Protector.” Part 4: The First War Anni walked down the hall. He had shed his stealth suit and moved on to a jacket and some normal school clothes. He walked down from his new locker, carrying multiple weapons, but the only one that was visible was a “compact” assault rifle. He passed a hallway, which looked like it led to a fire escape; more classrooms appeared down that hall. The sun burst through a window at the very end of the hall lighting the entire hallway and spilling into the main corridor. A man appeared from a staircase to his left. His brawny arms engulfed an Uzi. “What are you doing? You know you can get killed right?” His sentences came out sounding retarded, but it did match his large profile. “Not me. It’s hard for anyone to kill me.” Anni had his head turned so the man couldn’t see through his dark marble lens of his sunglasses. Anni put his hand in one of his jacket pockets and produced a pistol still holding the assault rifle in his left hand. He aimed it directly between the eyes and placed his finger on the trigger. “Actually, I’m impossible to kill.” The gun sounded and the man staggered backward falling into the ledge above the staircase. “CRAP!” A voice boomed from the staircase. Heavy feat clashed with the steps of the stairway to Anni’s left. Anni stood their gun stretched out in the same position. The first head appeared in the staircase and he pulled the trigger. The wall exploded right next to the man’s head. The gun sounded again and this time the man’s head exploded into blood and he fell knocking the one behind him back down the stairs. Anni took off, running full speed down the hall leaping over back packs and homework as he replaced the pistol. Anni dived down and slid behind an outcropping in the wall, he frantically scrambled to ready his assault rifle, while leaning his head around the corner. Six guys flooded from the door to chase him and Anni let loose a whole clip of ammo. The gun kicked hard and sent the gun into a wild seizure. Bullet holes appeared all around the hall putting holes in lockers walls, and sending hundreds of papers into a giant tornado ash. He didn’t hit a single person. Darn it!!! He cursed in his mind and ran down the hall. Bullets chased him and grazed his shoulder. Wincing, he shook it off. He flew around a corner, just passing a computer lab, as soon as he turned the corner the glass of the lab’s doors shattered and collapsed to the floor. Anni stopped harshly and dived through the glass door of another room. “Breech in multiple sections. Repairs will begin in 5… 4…” Anni completely ignored the broadcast, but when it finished it was hard to ignore. All of the broken glass and bullet holes in the walls began to float and melt back together. The pieces of glass on the floor lit and sparkled as soon as they hit the sunlight from the windows, it was a magnificent scene to experience. But Anthony didn’t gawk and stare he didn’t have time. He looked about the room frantically and noticed four pipe items that stated, “Flammable gasses.” Bingo! He ran to the counters to which the pipes were mounted and turned them on to the point where he could smell the gasses. Quickly he ran and jumped on to what appeared to be the teacher’s desk and climbed on one of the hanging panels. He kicked a hole into the wall where it blocked entrance to the ceiling of the hallway; he leapt head first through the hole and looked down through the Styrofoam ceiling of the hallway. The wall behind him began to melt back together. It startled him because the announcement hadn’t sounded. Wonder why that happened? He thought. The space in the ceiling was crouched and small, near impossible hard for him to fit in considering the fact he was somewhere around 6’ feet tall. He watched as the men around the corner came through into the hallway. They split up. Three continued farther down the hallway and down the stairs while the other three obviously decided to search the rooms, starting with the one he had just gassed. They opened the door. “Ah hell! What is that smell?” said one. “Smells like gas!” stated another. “He was obviously in here.” The third mans voice was much cooler and calmer. All three of them entered the room as Anni slid the panels of the ceiling open and jumped down into hallway directly in front of the door to the gassed room. He opened the door and pulled out his lighter (he didn’t smoke he just liked the idea of fire). He lit the lighter and tossed it in slamming the door behind him hard enough so that the guys in the room noticed him. They caught site of the lit lighter. They held their breath and the lighter went out. They all sighed simultaneously, but it was short lived, when the lighter it the floor it re-lit. Fire spilled from the lighter. The fire caught in mid air and spread through out the entire room, it overcame everything in its path, devouring the desks, papers, and the cabinets that littered the room. The men tried to escape the flames, but were eaten alive. The fire rushed up to the glass doors and pressed up against the glass causing it to crack and then exploded. Anni ducked and hid under his jacket. The fire consumed the entire hallway, completely engulfing Anni and everything near him. Part 5: His Specialty Anni stood up and looked into the burnt out room. Fire still spat out from the pipes on the corner, but did eventually die down into nothing. Three burnt corpses lay strewn over desks and the floor. The room rained the ashes of paper, the desks now had the color of charcoal, glass littered the floor and the smell of a human hair roast was overwhelming. “Breech in section 5440343, repairs will begin in 5… 4… 2… 1…” Incredibly the room began to heal. All of the desks lost their burnt black color and turned to normal floating back into their original position, chairs lifted back into their previous arrangement, and the three corpses sank into the floor. The ash of papers and melted back packs either sank into the floor or still fluttered about he room. Weird. Anni stood in shock. Heavy footsteps sounded from around the corner down the hall. “What was that?” asked a voice. “What do I look like a psychic?” another voice answered. Crap! Anni took of down toward the other end of the hall, heading back toward the computer lab, but he had waited too long. The men coming up the hall saw him and pursued. Anni flew down the halls stopping for nothing; books, bags, calculators all littered the floors, making almost impossible not to slip and fall. A gun went off and a bullet lodged itself in a locker by Anni’s head, causing him to trip and fall. The men stopped behind him, and Anni turned over. Three men had pursued him; one carried a relatively large sword; the other two carried automatic weaponry. I got no chance. Anni shook his head in despair, and made an effort to get up. “You know what? Jim… you can have him.” The one farthest left nodded and stepped forward, he carried the sword. The other two stepped back. “This should be fun,” stated the largest man. His bulky figure stood far above his underlings. “You’ve got no chance.” Anni nodded, stepped back and took his stance. His opponent smiled unsheathed his sword and charged. He moved at blazing speeds, raising the blade high above his head, and brought it down right over Anni’s head. Anni feinted at the last second to the right. The man fell forward directly into a right footed kick from Anni. A dry crack sounded and rang through the hallway as one of the man’s ribs shattered at the absurd power of Anni’s kick. “Huh.” The man coughed up a mass amount of blood, but got up anyway. He turned around and stared down a punch, which caused him to stumble backwards. Anni’s attack was relentless, punches flew at major speeds and Anni danced circles around the man. This wasn’t a fight to Anni it was like target practice, a joke, this guy had no chance. The man finally got a chance to throw a move he swung the sword in a horizontal arch. Anni ducked under it and grabbed his hand just as it passed over his shoulder. He twisted the hairy arm into his own body causing the man to have to follow, his back now facing Anni. Raising his hand high Anni brought it down hard on the man’s neck causing the man to pass out instantly. The man drooped away, Anni now carrying the sword. Anni brushed his hand down the sword lightly. He stared at it passionately; the sword glowed brightly swaying light all across the hallway and brightening Anni’s dark brown eyes, and thick brown eyebrows. He swung the sword twice across his body and stepped into a stance calling the two other men to fight with a hand gesture. “You do realize we have guns right?” the leader said. The men raised their guns, and fired with no care of where the bullets went. Anni pulled the sword back as the bullets started to reach him. He swung the sword in wide arks to each side of his body. Sparks spilled everywhere as bullets ricochet off of lockers, walls, and Anni’s sword. The wild spinning motion of the sword actually stopped bullets, but not all of them were stopped, they tore at his skin and pulled strings of blood from where they hit. Finally there were too many; the sword stopped spinning, and Anni was torn backwards. He lay on the ground six feet from where he originally stood; blood staining the floor around him. And then the bullets stopped, and his killers stood over him. “You never had a chance.” The man’s massive face closed in on his own. Anni could smell his horrid breath. His greasy face came with in inches of his own as he kneeled over his body. “You never had a chance.” Anni brought his knee hard up into the man’s groin area, kicking him end over end. Anni kicked himself up inches away from the other man. Placing his hand over the man’s over the second man’s face, Anni used all of his strength and drove him backwards causing him to slam into the floor. He was completely astonished, “He can actually stand.” “Yes, I can stand,” Anni’s blood pooled at his feet, the blood rose up and fell back down sending ripples throughout the entire pool. The blood then rose up higher and sucked back into his wounds as the bullets lodged in his body oozed out as metallic fluid, and the wounds started to re-seal. Other blood, not his own, rose up and swirled around him. The two men recovered ready to fight, but scared to death. “There is no purpose in this. You can run. No one will chase you,” Anni stood the blood still flowing around his body. “No, we fight to the death.” At their words Anni’s sword rose high above his head, throwing sunlight all throughout the main hall. The light glistened as it hit the broken light that had began to re-heal. The glass sparkled and shined likes stars in the mid-night sky. The blood swirling about his body turned bright red as the light shined on it. It was truly a beautiful scene, yet it was also horrifying. The sword moved and everything went dark. It was over. Anthony had been reborn. Part: 6 The end. Blood dripped from Anni's pants creating long streams of blood, leading from the battle site. The naked sword in his left hand dripped with blood as the very tip dragged on the ground creating long bloody scratches in the ground. Big brown eyes tenderly searched the halls wavering warily, looking for the next sign of danger. Giant holes perforated his close revealing the naked vulnerable body underneath. Anni's brown hair now stood an inch off of his head and the smell of burnt hair was overwhelming, his large black eyebrows completely gone. His tongue wet dry lips as the world started to collapse. The ground shook, glass shattered, tables toppled as a great rumbling sound spilled through the hallways, and as if god himself decided, it all stopped, and it all came back together, as if nothing ever happened. Glass melted silently back into place, tables reset themselves all at the command of the sleek smooth voice of the announcer. "You! Stop where you are," the voice cut through Anni's thoughts like a knife, launching him back into reality with shocking speed. Anni turned slowly staring down his new foe. One. He thought with a snicker Theirs only one of them. "I highly suggest you run. If you haven’t noticed I’ve already dispatched three of your friends." With a bloody finger he pointed towards the battleground not ten feet behind the twig like man. The man turned wildly staring down the hall at his fallen comrades. Then as he looked back at Anni he walked away slowly. "How did you kill them all? How?" "It's very simple, I'm special." Anni said with a smile. The skinny little man's gaunt eyes studied Anni. He pressed his back to the wall, and then turned running full speed down the hall towards where the three corpses had been. Anni didn't chase him, he just stared after the little man watching as he stumbled and scrambled to stand. A smirk appeared across Anni's face, I wish they could all be like that. The world would be a far better place. Anni continued walking... and walking... and walking... Chapter 2: What happened to the killer? Part 1: USN, the beginning. Anni walked the halls of USN, but it was far different from that of the previous week. Now, there were students filling the halls, scurrying around, going about their normal lives as if previous week had never happened, all together a new experience for Anni. He had never lived in such a school; ever since his tenth birthday he only been able to see one other person and most often it was only his voice. His sculpted fifteen year old body made most of the students of this school seem too well fed, their exposed flesh looked tender and almost pudgy leading Anni to the idea that these children would never and haven’t ever gone a day in their lives without a meal. Their bodies were meek compared to Anni’s. “HEY!” a voice dug deep into Anni’s thoughts. “HEY!” Anni turned to see a pale man jumping up and down trying to get his attention. The man’s blue green eyes glistened in the dim light, a gnarled hand waved frantically and then dropped as soon as Anni was captured. Anni stood like a cat in headlights, staring down the man until he finally reached him. “I’ve been looking for you all mornin’” stated the man, by the sound of his voice he could have been fifteen, he looked fifteen. “My name is Travis and I will be your host.” “Okay,” stated Anni. “Welcome to USN.”

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    Friday, April 09, 2004
    His Specialty

    “Yes, I can stand,” Anni's blood drew to his feet and began to rise slowly off the floor and drop back down with a splash. “You have a choice, either you can run right now, or you can die fighting.” “We die fighting. Doesn't really matter anyway, you'll still die,” stated the leader of the two. “Yeah,” the other man said. “You’re still injured.” “Fine, that's your choice though.” The blood on the floor started to swirl violently, changed directions constantly causing it splash on his feet. Instantly the blood leapt from the ground in one great bound and sucked into Anni's wounds. Metallic fluid oozed from his wound falling to the floor in giant streams. Anni's wounds then healed. The two men regained their stances, ready to fight, but scared as hell. The glass on the floor began to heal, and Anni took his stance placing his sword high over his head throwing light across the whole hall. Blood from the fallen thug rose up and swirled about Anni rotating slowly, calmly. The light from the sword reflected off of the rising glass, it looked incredibly like the night sky, the stars showing brightly. The sword moved, and everything went dark. It was over, they had no chance.

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