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| The Rise Of Phantom | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 16 2010, 11:42 PM (165 Views) | |
| Rockthem | May 16 2010, 11:42 PM Post #1 |
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Stealer of Formats and Stuffs.
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Alan Quinn Is a man with not so much connection to the city. Being the second child of a normal couple with just above average income has provided him a decent living. He left his home and headed to this place for work and study but it seems as a young man his aims has been modified. Returning after one of his forbidden dates, well that's what he calls a date when the women is already married and such Alan the luck guy who has found as many girls to play with found that his luck stream has finally dried. Getting down from his car, in his suit filled with women perfume and some smooches of red on his collar Alan found the door to his apartment open. He walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door and at the same time noticing that the knob has been broken, What the hell is going on!? It was too dark to see a glimpse and he did hesitate for a second before he walked in. "Is anyone there?!" He shouted trying to find the switch for the light. |
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| Raphael | May 16 2010, 11:45 PM Post #2 |
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I Divided by Zero
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Alan would see only a bright flash in his eyes as a camera went off, and then a powerful haymaker came colliding with his stomach. That would immediately be followed by a hook to the face, intended to lay him out on the floor. You shoulda kept your hands off of my cousin Gina! the hitman said as the camera man snapped a series of incriminating photos of the beatdown. Edited by Raphael, May 16 2010, 11:51 PM.
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| Rockthem | May 16 2010, 11:58 PM Post #3 |
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A light flashed as something struck, and before he knew it he was on the ground. He felt no pain in the beginning he just laid still getting the hell beaten out of him. Flashes of light every once in a while was shot. Demeaning? Shameful, Insulting and the feeling of being too weak to even put a fight. Gina, who the hell is she! Why am I getting beaten up? It hurts... painful so painful... please stop. Alan pleaded without sound his eye filled with tears and squeaks could be heard. His face by now turned red and bruised. "S.. Stop... Please." |
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| Raphael | May 17 2010, 02:51 PM Post #4 |
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You want me to stop, do you? the man said as he beat Alan, You didn't stop when you were feeling up my cousin, did you motha fukka? He reached down and violently squeezed the testicles of his victim, trying to pop the damned things if he could. He would release them and then continue the brutal beating while his partner snapped more incriminating photos. After a minute, he would stand and pull out a gun, leveling it at Alan. Any last words, you sonofabitch? the hitman asked, his finger tightening around the trigger as he prepared to end Alan's life. |
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| Rockthem | May 18 2010, 01:09 AM Post #5 |
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Stealer of Formats and Stuffs.
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Alan kept still with no resistance, he knew that words are meaningless here. Yes, let them hit him as much as they want he had given up. He turned into a punching bag, no movement only emotions of disgrace.... and emotion he never felt before until the man held his family jewels and that was when he showed some resistance. His head banged the ground in pain, moving as though a high voltage of electricity has run over his body but instead it was pure pain. The tears stopped falling to the ground but it kept flowing from his eyes until his vision became blurry and he started to cry just like a child in pain he cried as he felt a leg on his face and those words. "I don't want to die... I can't die .... No-Not He-Here" BANG. The shot was fired straight to his chest, Now that wasn't pain he felt, he felt regret... sadness... coldness and death he felt so much but no more pain until the men ran out in a hurry. No one wanted to be in the scene of a murder, indeed. Alan lied still, his hand ran to his chest to the bullet that struck him as his breathing got harder it was difficult to stay. Difficult to hold that thin thread of light but he needed to. He had so much he wanted to do and life he wanted, His eyes got blurry... The eye lids became heavy and it was hard to keep them open and a dark aura filled the space before It ruled over and Alan closed his eyes. |
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| Rockthem | May 18 2010, 10:53 AM Post #6 |
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Alan Opened his eyes slowly, I am not Dead? He questions himself in his tiresome state. He couldn't and his eyelids where still heave as though stones where tied to them. His hands twitched, he couldn't know why but something called was in his hands. He tried to lift it but no powers where present, not to even left this small object. He kept trying until it rolled down the floot beside him, A bullet? The bullet i was shot with? he wondered again before checking his chest which had no hole in it... His body still bloody and bruised but no gun shot was there. He didn't question anymore, He was tired and exhausted and his eyes locked on his bed. He wanted something soft to lay on for a while, to sleep on to cry but his body was powerless and helpless. Alan looked with his green emerald eyes as though he is pleading Bed and he was there in a puff of smoke he was on his bed but he didn't realize what happened yet. Alan felt cold, Yet he couldn't move and wanted the blanket just under his feet... Cold and the blanket would crawl up to him and cover him. Alan kept quite for a while as more small tears dropped. Why me? why couldn't it be someone else... Existance, I don't want to exist anymore, not here. His body started to phase through his bed and into the ceiling like an extremely slow yet affective drowining, Alan phased through his bed and then phased through the ceiling without realizing. Edited by Rockthem, May 18 2010, 10:55 AM.
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| Rockthem | May 18 2010, 11:01 AM Post #7 |
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Falling, He fell through the first floor quite suddenly and into the floot he pounded. Pain risened his body and showered it and that was when he realized, this was no longer his apartment... This place was something he didn't enter before. Alan looked at the wall and a picture was there, Mr. Smith ... This is your place? Alan finally got the shock. Something wasn't right and he knew it, how could he survive a gun shot... how can he move and how could he have came down? This, No me... Who am I? Powers beyond the grave may be powerful and mystical and thus Alan didn't know what happened but it seems that the formor playboy Alan his died and something new, Has rised from deep within. "I am a ghost? No, I am Phantom." Thread Finshed, Leave. |
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