Demon in the Garden
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard.
Callaghan Rurik could feel the آگ کے, آگ at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro سے طرف کی the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind یا ahead. For ahead the مصنف of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark shapes littering the once beautiful, exotic, alien garden. None of the bodies were in one piece. Some possessed elbows یا knees of shredded muscle and jagged bone with the rest of the limbs scattered about; others lay on their sides with snaking entrails یا moist organs escaping onto the sand; most were slashed into unrecognizable ribbons of flesh. A sphere with black hair hung on the wall, its own spear between its eyes, pinning the ornament in place.
The warlock stood still among the damage. He waited for fear to hit him, for disgust to churn his stomach. But instead the bits and pieces of what had once been soldiers sparked hot rage in Callaghan's heart. Half a dozen times he had seen this garden of blood splattered succulent plants and shattered stone sculptures with mixed emotions of horror, revulsion, and fear. Both the first and سیکنڈ times he had been allowed into this memory he had lost the contents of his stomach. But this time the young warlock could picture the cause of this burial ground.
She was 5'2" but most likely even smaller at this time. Her eyes were verdant as a rainforest and wide as the ocean, but other time narrow at a snake's and burning سونا with fire. And her voice rang with relentless inquisition except when it clang with passionate excitement. A girl made up of giggles and growls and humor and hisses. Callaghan had met her only once, and yet the pain these dead soldiers had caused her made him wish they would pick up their pieces and rise again just so that he could tear them apart himself.
Just then came the scream. A cry of anguish and sorrow that made the grown man want to clamp his hands over his ears. The door leading into the dark rocks of the قلعہ walls stood ajar like a dark mouth, releasing that wailing pain. The scream lasted all of a منٹ of racing دل beats. Its raw emotion remained in Callaghan's ringing ears. He stared into the gaping mouth leading into the قلعہ and for once felt the urge to run inside and find the ذریعہ of the ungodly pain. Not to protect her, no, for clearly the young vessel contained a formidable beast. Instead Cal wished to comfort the torn soul and shield its dying light from further darkness. But right then the memory ended.
For a moment he was left in the dark. That girl. Callaghan's father and his associates were expecting her to wear dresses and tiaras, smile sweetly at strangers, dine with diplomats and dignitaries. And maybe she could pull it off. But how could a child who could turn 199 well trained soldiers into heaps of blood, flesh, entrails, and ashes grow into that delicate being?
Callaghan Rurik opened his eyes. The dark ceiling starred back. The heat of the desert faded, leaving behind only the sweat on his forehead and the ringing in his ears as evidence of the trauma. He sat up slowly on the bed. His fist opened, dropping his father's memory stone back into the cup of colorful rocks, all with their own stories. Callaghan's arm throbbed in its bandages and the memory had left him breathless, but he knew sleep would be far out of reach for the night.
Daily Episode
دن Forty-Two:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Junior"
Link: link
Summary:
Edwin Alva Jr., does whatever he can to earn his father's respect, even going so far as to discover a method to control the effects of the Big Bang fluid. However, Alva completely dismisses his son, causing him to become angry and become Omnifarius, destroying everything his father holds dear with catastrophic results.
SOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!!!!! My baby(iest) bro had a پیزا party for four hours this morning, then my baby(middle) bro had swimming for three hours immediately afterward and a four گھنٹہ birthday party (still going on), but I found some time to get this out!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
دن Forty-Two:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Junior"
Link: link
Summary:
Edwin Alva Jr., does whatever he can to earn his father's respect, even going so far as to discover a method to control the effects of the Big Bang fluid. However, Alva completely dismisses his son, causing him to become angry and become Omnifarius, destroying everything his father holds dear with catastrophic results.
SOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!!!!! My baby(iest) bro had a پیزا party for four hours this morning, then my baby(middle) bro had swimming for three hours immediately afterward and a four گھنٹہ birthday party (still going on), but I found some time to get this out!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
Daily Episode
دن Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives ہوم early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture سے طرف کی Ebon.
دن Forty-Five:
WARNING: Today's Daily Episode contains racism. Not much, just a man being mean and talking about African Americans in a hateful way. Just thought I should warn you. :)
Static Shock Episode Seven: "Sons of the Fathers"
Link: link
Summary: Richie invites Virgil to stay the night at his house. Unfortunately his father arrives ہوم early, and it is revealed that Mr. Foley is a racist who dislikes African-Americans. After Virgil leaves, Richie yells at his father and runs away, resulting in his capture سے طرف کی Ebon.
Daily Episode
دن Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static سے طرف کی geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student گلبہار, گل داؤدی Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if آپ read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins سٹار, ستارہ Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
دن Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static سے طرف کی geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student گلبہار, گل داؤدی Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if آپ read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins سٹار, ستارہ Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
Can آپ blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if آپ read it like you'd be singing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How آپ seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
آپ grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
ھٹی, ترش notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s جھولا, پنگورا swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old دوستوں can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what آپ see
What is it آپ saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How آپ seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
آپ grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
ھٹی, ترش notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s جھولا, پنگورا swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old دوستوں can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what آپ see
What is it آپ saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.