Paranormal-DH- Chap 1Chapter 1Alchemy Rose sat up in her bed. It was still early, the sun was still barely starting to light the sky. The morning twilight silhouetted the cityscape of New Roanoke. Alchemy just yawned into her hand and begrudgingly pulled her still tired body out from her bed.She dragged her feet into the pale yellow painted bathroom, and sleepily began brushing her teeth. A glance up into the mirror made her drop her toothbrush. She backed up into the wall. She couldn't believe her eyes. A stream of red liquid rushed down her face. Its origin, and other streams with it, was a hole directly within the middle of her forehead. Her breathing became heavier. Warm liquid trickled down the back of her neck. She began feeling light headed. Her legs shook, and she grabbed the towel rod for support. Then her legs gave out. She fell and blacked ou
Hail AmericaHow can I be free?In a country that believes in freedom.When I don't follow the way that culture exists.But I can't leave.How can I be free?In a country that Idolizes freedom so muchThat it takes the freedom of others,and makes them like us.But I can't leave.How can I be free?In a country that is falling to its own fundamentalism,and soon will make others follow suit.I'll be forced to stay.How can I be free?In a country that makes others obey,with fear of military invasion.There would be no were to go.How can I be free?When the hails start to flowfrom the country of the free.
Prolog to a Working TitleDecember 31, 2012 23:58:40She took deep, heavy breaths. Her back was against the cool metal door. Outside, the crowd in time square cheered as the new year drew ever closer. She tightened her grip on the handgun in her hand. She gave herself a determined nod, and opened the door to the snow filled roof.A man stood across from her. The bottom of his black leather trench fluttered in the cold breeze. He was watching the crowd. She readied her weapon and slowly approached. Her feet crunched the snow as she walked."Cutting it a little close, are we?" His voice caused her to stop. He remained watching the crowd. Their cheering grew louder and louder. He tilted his head so that he was looking at her from over his shoulder. His golden eyes seemed to glow. "The countdown is just about to begin."She kept her gun on him. It was shaking. She
What I want?Looking at mewhat does one see?Do you see me?Or the mask I wear?That mask,of a fun-loving otakuof a gamer keeping up with current releases,the mask of an American studentOr perhaps,can you pear through that maskand see the hidden me.See what I keep from the world.Do you see,the shy, mostly worry free anime fanthe person who is unsure of what culture he belongs.Can you notice my feminine form?That's who I am.Though, sometimes,I imagine I'm a knightfighting fierce battles.Long red hair flowing in the breeze.Or I see myself as a Guardian,standing outside massive gates.What's inside is unknown,but I'll protect it with my life.Maybe, I'll even imagine,that I'm capturedand held captive.Waiting for my savior.And the thing that holds the same,In all my fantasies about myselfare these things.I have long red hair,I'm shorter than I am really,That I'm beautiful in battle,and that I'm a girl.So, could it be,that what I want...Is to be a girl?