I close my laptop, allowing Damien Gerdo to have his recognition, if any. "Took long enough." I'd spent nearly a week to write next to nothing, but next to nothing is still something, right? I stretch my arms, looking over to my window. It stopped snowing. Finally. It had been constantly falling down on us since yesterday afternoon. I'm sure the plow guy was happy about that. "Hmm, looks nice, yeah? Almost forgot how nice snow looked. Oh, right, I haven't because of your lazy ass." The man chastises me with a glare. Over the past days he's been here, never sleeping or eating, only pestering me about what he needs. Despite all the badgering, I still don't know his name. He insists on being called god, and hey, wouldn't be the most shocking thing I've seen. Or it might be. Not sure. Too numb at the moment. "We doing this again? Cause we can, you should just know you're not gonna win. I'm justified in locking myself in a tiny, boring box, and you're clearly not using your brain if you think otherwise." He grit his teeth with terrifying ferocity. I whistle before picking up the book laying next to me. "Still haven't finished that?" The library book Chloe gave me still has the bookmark in the same position I'd left it Saturday in the early morning. "Yeah, well, I've been pretty busy sulking and whining, so cut me some slack." I answer before returning to my page. "We're mere days away from disaster and here you are, being ignorant. It's disgusting." I nod. "Yeah." He throws a notebook at me. It was at this point I just couldn't take it anymore. "When will you just leave me alone?! I'm just a random loser, what the hell could I possibly do to help you? Go bother Chris, Talia, somebody useful!" The man sighs, sitting on my desk. "Yeah, death could have chosen anybody else. You certainly aren't the best choice. But, you were chosen, so deal with it." I grab a chunk of my hair, trying not to elevate the situation any more than I already had. His logic was sound, anyway. Can't really refute that. The man seemed to let out a sigh. "Please, listen to me. If it wasn't important, than I'd have left you a long time ago. I may not be able to explain much, but-" "I. Don't. Want. To. Help. You. Screw. Off." the man looked, for the first time, defeated. It was the most depressing thing I think I've seen in my life. I hold back a grin of satisfaction. Finally, I showed this little- "Have you ever thought about it?" The man asked, his voice low.
*They felt defeated when the human said well there is, he runs a kingdom with all of our people as his citizens and he is like all of us when it comes to his people. The dracoman was skeptic. As he agreed to follow him. They made their way to a beautiful city, the streets filled with every race chatting and conversing; they could see they were happy, each one thinks on how they could improve their peoples' overall happiness when they returned. As they reached the castle, the theyan ruler met with them giving his name to them before inviting them in. *
Mighty Man dug his knee into Jason's chin, the explosion of movement catching him off guard. The businessman was sent flying up in the air, his body groveling as the air rushed out of his body.
Meanwhile, the four girls stop 50 yards away from where they can't see the boys and vice-versa. They take turns to do their business as the other two stands guard. Aisha had already communicated with them about her intuition and how strong it has become which can only mean that danger is close by. Although the other two girls didn't believe in superstition and what Aisha said, they stayed alert.
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