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Not Dead Yet (CP2)Why me? Why now? What am I? Monster? Machine? Or Human? The pain…It hurts…It hurts…Humans feel pain don’t they? Don’t they? Someone help me…
Agent Nebraska woke up screaming, he leaped up and slammed his fist into the closest tree. Sweat pouring down his face, he felt out of breath and panted loudly the air was so cold he could see the steam from his panting.
“N-Nebraska?” Asked a shy worried female voice, she was so innocence….She didn’t deserve this, no one did, no human deserved this.
That stupid b**tard…She’s a child a freaken child. Pathetic. He thought to himself clenching his fists. He was so caught up in his feelings and thoughts he forgot about the female voice.
“Justin…” She said fear crept into her voice, it was hidden though but he heard the wavering under her normal steel-calm emotionless voice. It was just a mask though, one she ‘wore’ to
Not Dead YetThe sound of gunfire and screaming filled his ears as he tightly pulled on the trigger on the rifle. His hands shook, not with fear – but excitement and adrenaline, he felt sweat pouring down his face underneath the blue visor of his helmet. He fired another burst at the insurrectionist who ran at his flank, the three shots tore a hole in the man’s chest and he fell down dead.
Then Agent Nebraska opened up his COM’s.
“Agent Hawaii how you doing over there?” he asked, looking around the muddy, wet, miserable, clearing they’d gotten themselves stuck in. Bodies littered the ground, and blood mixed with the wet mud and turned it a dirty maroon. Pools of water were everywhere and dead tree’s laid over on their sides. He looked over his right shoulder at the large oak a few yards away, where he had last saw the small Freelancer. But she no longer was there.
“Zireena?” He asked over the COM’s again, a edge of concern in
I Am FoundGo ahead and call me what you wish,
Go ahead and change my name to what you desire.
Go ahead and throw your lies,
Go ahead, and hit me, with your best shot.
But remember this,
Nothing you do to me, or call me can be any worse, then what He has called me.
Nothing can be more shameful
Nothing can be more disgraceful
Then being called a Sinner, by the creator of the universe.
But, I am not ashamed,
Nor am I guilty
Nor am I burdened, with the truth of what I was.
Because what I was, I am no more, and what I am now, I will never be again.
I am a warrior of God,
I am no longer a sinner
I am no longer lost
I am no longer broken
I am something new….
I am, redeemed.
I am free,
I am shameless.
I am found,
So say what you will.
But I will, never.
Stop giving the hope of the gospel to anyone I see.
So don’t pray for me, pray for them
Pray for the ones who are not saved.
For I live to give them the hope of the Gospel
Pieces ~ Part two - A Robot in Disguise“Look we can talk about this okay? Just relax….” Nebraska said raising his hands and trying to look harmless as he could….
“Move your stupid a** but over to the wall or she DIES!” The Female innie growled, Nebraska was getting the idea this wasn’t going to work.
“Alright I’m moving I’m moving….” He said, all the while scanning everything around him struggling to come up with idea’s.
She’s panicked….Fog minded, which gives me an advantage as I’m calm. But I also means she might very well shoot Me or West without thinking….I told West to tell the dierector she’s pregnant she shouldn’t be out here but she’s so stubborn….Why can’t she see logic? Or is there some other reason she refuses to tell him? No! Back on track! We need a way out…. Nebraska’s thoughts were cut off as blackness filled his mind, the Innie had ta
Lover or A Fighter - MemeTaken from: AuroraBlix, Here: http://zeela-winters.deviantart.com/art/Lover-or-Fighter-Meme-364531006
1. Your OC can't touch the interviewer for whatever reason you choose. (West will not like that….)
2. You may use multiple OCs but it was created with the idea of one OC.
3. This was created for those who have killed. If they haven't killed, get out. (Well duh.)
4. Made to test the reactions of OCs. (Oh boy xD)
6. IT IS COMPULSORY TO POST THESE RULES. (OKAY WHAT THE HECK DOES COMPULSORY MEAN THEN?)
Agent West Virginia -
1. "Hey, what's your name?"
West: Rook, who’s asking?
2. "How old are you?"
West:……… 25… *Grumbles*
33 " And your gender?"
West: Your kidding me? Female, Duh!!
Pieces ~ Part one - Bad Luck NebieNebraska sighed as he glanced over at his partner for the mission, Agent West Virginia. Bullets flying over their heads, Nebraska’s robotic hand clenched around his rifle. “West can you flank them?” He asked, “Who put you in charge exactly?” West questioned
. Nebraska responded in a emotionless voice “Logic Ma’am, if you flank while I keep them pinned down you can throw a grenade and take them out.” He said.
West paused, then responded, “Very well.”
Nebraska pushed himself up getting his legs up and over the wall as the next hail of bullets came his way, he ran and slammed his shoulder into the next column with a loud thump. As the metal of his armour hit cement. He took a quick second glace around for the White armour of West, and spotted her 40 yards away hiding behind the factory crate. He glanced back towards the Rebels in modified ODST armour. He slid around the column s
Floating Life - RvB Challenge 1.Zireena starred at the capsule in her hands, the room was dimly lit and a few small lights flickered over the pod in the dark. She glanced around the room and quickly hid under the table as a Guard passed by, she climbed up onto the Table and eased the air vent open it made a loud creek as she did each sound making her tense…A quiet snap followed as it came off and she gently laid it down trying not to make too much noise. She got one boot up onto the wall and propped herself up as she climbed inside the vent, the sides and roof of the vent pressing against her back and sides she tried to make herself smaller. But the Capsule kept digging into her ribs like a knife, she grinded her teeth and edged forwards slowly….
She suddenly realized she had no idea where she was going, What was I thinking? This plan is stupid… She rolled over with some effort as her white armour scrapped on the vent sides, and pulled the capsule out. Looking at it with her helmet light,
NightMare TrainZirena Dexter sighed as she jumped over the pool of water forming on the muddy ground, city walls surrounded her and the bricked ally way with a small street lamp at the end. Like some light at the end of a nightmare tunnel, only as she made her way towards it the wet ground soaking her it only led to more horrible buildings. Darkness, and water. She sighed I’m only 10…I shouldn’t have to be here… She remembered why she was here…The memory struck her like a blow, her parents death and she pushed it away. She clutched a cold shaking blade in one hand, and wore a white and brown hoddie with black jeans and black boots. She jumped as it started to rain hard, the light shower quickly turning into a hard pounding as the water struck the roof’s and ground.
She muttered a curse under her breath pulling her already soaked hoodie over her face. “Closest place….Train yard….Guards there…Probably inside though.” She
Unusual friendship....~ RvB Short storyAgent West Virginia made her way down the hall ways of The Mother of Invention as it went by. Her AI Jack at her shoulder as they talked away, bickering like siblings almost.
“Jack, we’ve gone over this, time, and time, and time again. I DON’T KNOW. Why people have emotions! I am HUMAN!” She huffed, annoyed at him.
Agent North Carolina who was adjusting his arrow’s immediately interjects. "Humans have emotions because we have bodies and our emotions are our bodies way of controlling our minds. A.Is are just raw intellect so they have no need of them as they have no body. Agent North Carolina by the way", he said with a charming smile, "Agent West Virginia isn't it?"
West was dumbfounded for a minute, by both the fact she hadn’t seen him there, and his fast pace accent. “Uh….Yeah, yes,” She chuckled “You can call me Rook though.”
"Nice to meet you Rook", he replied politely, "and you can call me Aro by the way, wai
The Magic ShowKristen Sanderson was a 16-year-old sophomore soccer girl. She had wavy brown hair that descended to her shoulders and two soft brown eyes. Kristen had always been skeptical towards things such as the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and magic. However, her opinion of the latter was about to be changed forever along with her life...
Kristen took a seat at the Soccer Banquet with her friends Emma, who had blond hair tied into a braid and light blue eyes, Peyton, who had straight blond hair that fell to a little past her shoulders, Claire, who had long red hair and soft hazel eyes, and her date, Jordan, who had neat, combed over blond hair.
The entertainment at the Soccer Banquet would be provided in a magic show.
"Magic is so fake it's not even cool." Kristen remarked as she unlocked her phone to check her Twitter.
"Just because its fake doesn't mean it can't be cool." Jordan said
"Yeah" added Claire "I can figure out how most of this crap is done but I still like appreciat
(Bucky x reader) NightmareSummary: set after the events of The Winter Soldier (so there may be spoilers) Bucky has remembered his past and is living in your (an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent) house (he has yet to find or tell Steve). A rouge Hydra agent breaks into your house. Bucky comforts you afterwards and he gets a haircut. Warning: may include fluff.
You hear the door open and close. So you call out.
“Bucky is that you?” you wait for an answer. No one answers and you hear footsteps along the corridor. You grab the gun Bucky made you have on your person at all times –you silently thank him for that even if you did protest at the idea- you creep along to the door silently. You crouch and lean round the door frame pointing the gun in front of you. You look up to the face of the intruder and find it is some man who you have never seen before. You stand and face him keeping the gun trained on him.
“Who are y
Russia x reader (fallen in)Russia x reader (fallen in)
before you read please go down to the link down below and read the first part of this before reading this one a thank you
You yelled as you went down watching as the door disappeared from your sight as you flew through the clouds short hair whipping around and the wind whistling in your ears like a high pinched song.
You felt your eyes swell up with tears....
This isn't..how you wanted to go out being a crushed bloody being on the road or the side walk..or where ever you landed.
And the fact that it could hurt didn't help you at all and the feeling of falling your muscles clenching tightly hoping to protect you from the impact.
You started too shiver as the air around you started to get colder..and colder, great another thing to add onto all this being cold as you would die.
Then everything went black.
When you awoke everything was cold your hands leg feet arms ears and so forth, sitting up you took in your surrounding....
Snow some ic
Bucky x ShyReader (part one)You walk close to the edges of the pathway. Next to houses and shops. You are just trying to make your way home after having gone shopping with your 'friend' you were quite tired of the hustle and bustle. You just needed some time to yourself. You were walking as quickly as you could with your head down and eyes to the ground trying to avoid contact with anyone. You keep a tight grip on your bags worried in case anyone would come too close. You were probably just being paranoid but better safe than sorry you thought as you slipped past the crowd along the path. Though you probably should have been looking where you were going as the next minute you collided with the ground.
“Ahhh! Son of a….” you elected not to finish that sentence. You look up and see a tall man holding out his hand to help you up. Was his arm made of Metal?
“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m really sorry I should be more ca
Bucky x ShyReader (part two)A month after that little incident and you had met up with the guy five times already. And it didn't matter what you did, you felt at ease when you were with him. You couldn't explain it you didn't even feel at ease like that with your own family for Pete’s sake! You decided to ask if you could hang out more than once a week. It was having a good influence on you. You had started to worry less about going out in public. You got better at your editing job finding you could talk through things easier without worrying about offending anyone. Above all you really liked being around him. So this time it was you who called him.
“Hello? (y/n)” he said through the phone.
“Hey Bucky! I was just wondering if you were free again this week. And if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something?”
“It would be my pleasure. How does Saturday sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want me to meet you there or?”
“You know what You should meet me
11th/Reader Regeneration"Its okay, I'm going to let you die here anyway."The voice boomed, your back arched and your lungs collasped.
"And do you know what you've done, you've taken my girl from her home, and she is very angry, all this time your Master, and you didn't think of her, because she isn't just a human, she is a time lady."The Doctor hissed, taking the Master by the collar and pulling him forward.
You felt a relief as you gained strength on your feet, your eyes illuminating with yellow and gold and orange.
Suddenly, you saw the man who had taken you away and butchered you, and red alert was flashing.
"Finish him girl."He spoke, seeing you stretch out your arms and blast the man out of sight.
"Puny timelord."You groaned, falling to the floor.
"I got to regenerate now eh?"You sighed, wobbling.
He nodded and felt a tear fall onto his cheek, you wiped it and stood straight, and you saw stars.
"It all ends before you know it, like...the heat radiating off a bath before it going to tour natural body heat
Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)Vanilla and the Serperior (Vore)
NOTES: While it has been a shitty time for me at the moment, I decided to write something to give myself a clear head. Again, I’m having myself a break from work as if I wanted to quit. But I realized my crew is very dependable on me and they want me to stay. They do care about me. Anyways, enough of my rants over life, this is officially the first time I’m writing something for the Serperior community. I haven’t done it before, but will do my best. If you randomly clicked here, please look at the title very carefully that this contains vore. If this bothers you and you attempted a negative comment, you will be blocked without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. By the way, Happy Easter.
We begin the story at nightfall. It is 10 PM and it is dark outside, and the moon is full like gold. We hear the wind howling across the scene, the grass is rustling, and crickets chirping loudly. The weather condition may be windy, but it&
Kim's Big HitWith a flash of light she arrived. Kim Paler opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. It did no take long in the janitorial closet she had appeared in.
"Not my most impressive entrance, but necessary." She said with a smirk.
She examined the wall to her right, finding the precise spot she wanted. One of her cybernetic legs reached forth and cut through the wall, exposing a junction box. Once it was pried open it was a simple matter to attach a device that would filter some of the security sensors, making her nearly invisible.
Years of planning went into this operation. Stranger Industries was one of the top tech developers in the world, which made its labs one of the biggest prizes to raid. It also made it one of the hardest of targets to hit, with it having the best of security systems. A lot of research went into learning what kind of systems it had in place. Researching building schematics, where access points could be found,
The Sixth Clan Chapt.14 "You want this?" Hollypaw tossed a half-eaten mouse towards Oddpaw. "I'm stuffed".
Oddpaw sniffed the mouse. She didn't feel like eating, but took a bite anyway. She was exhausted after spending the majority of the day hunting her paws off with Ivypool, but she managed to catch her first proper prey: a small squirrel. The catch was difficult, hence the surrounding of trees in the clearing, but she managed to claw the squirrel before it could reach the safety of an oak tree. Now it was getting late, she only had a short amount of time to eat and chill before the first stars would appear.
The thorn barrier rustled as Squirrelflight emerged with Rosepetal, Bumblestripe and Dewpaw behind her tail. Hollypaw flicked her tail with amusement. "That's quite a lot of prey they caught!" She nodded at a rabbit dangling from Squirrelflight's jaws. Then she frowned. "Squirrelflight doesn't look very happy", she commented as the dark ginger padded towar
You Think You know Fear~ShadowWhisperYou Think You Know Fear
"Oh you think you know fear?" ShadowWhisper whispered into the young decepticon's ear. "You think your everything, you think your evil, you think you know how to make any bot brake. But you don't…You know…NOTHING. Nothing! Little Bot, your are pathetic!" He growled the words slow and clear, as piercing as ice. The decepticon bot squirmed and struggled in Shadow Whisper's grip. But the autobot had him pinned, and his extra strength didn't help the bot, the decepticon's name was SharpEdge. Shadow Whisper, or Shadow for short grinned showing blood covered teeth, as he pressed his claws harder against SharpEdge's neck. SharpEdge looked nervous, "I thought you were an Autobot…" He said "You guys don't kill…U-Unless you have to. I surrendered! " His voice was high, Shadow was covered in bot blood, his visor came closer to SharpEdge. As he whispered in his ear "I'm not an autobot you fool…I was like you…Like your kind… A decepticon…Do you know what they did
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