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| Vegas Sawyer Bryar wasn't having the best day. First of all, she'd woken up way to early (eight o'clock!) on this particular Sunday morning all because the dumb lawn mower people had picked today to actually start making the front of the apartment buildings look acceptable. And secondly, her father was in love. You know when you see your parents kissing when you're little and you scream out "Eew!" ? Well this was just about fifty-million times worse because the woman you find kissing your father is (1) NOT your mother, (2) a total slut, (3) WAY to young, and (4) did I mention she's NOT your mother?? The woman Vegas was silently complaining about was Tiffy Rodriguez, a hispanic girl who was barely over the legal age to even sleep with a man of Vegas' father's age, and who was clearly only using him for his credibility, money, and the fact that he was born in the United States. The easiest way to describe Tiffy was a stick with ginormous boobs, a fake tan, and no brain. The only reason she even had a head was to grow hair on. And judging by how fake her extensions were, even that wasn't going too well. Needless to say, Vegas hated her. And Vegas had had a totally bad week and had actually been looking forward to coming home for the weekend, and being able to spend some quality time with her dad, which she hadn't done in a while. But she'd been very surprised to find that when Vegas had arrived at the apartment building with her key that a note from her father was all that was left; he and Tiffy were out to the most expensive restaurant in town. Vegas had actually felt like slapping that little fake bitch, and had gone to sleep [after watching hours of reruns of Lizzie McGuire and Full House] angry and had woken up angry. Lucky for both Vegas' father and his new girlfriend, neither of them were there to see her fume. Instead there was [again!] a note on the counter that Bob and Tiffy were going out to Malibu for a few days. Woo hoo. The only bright side to the whole situation was that Vegas got the apartment to herself, which wasn't very exciting at all since she did everything she normally did. She lounged down from her room to the living room in what she had worn to bed; a black tank top that was so crumpled it rose on its own to a permanent position over her belly button [making it very Brittany Spears-1999] and a pair of Batman boxers that were plain black except for the Batman logo printed over the ... er ... front pelvis area. Vegas and her dad kept the front door of their apartment unlocked at all times, mainly because sometimes someone just needed to crash there or someone wanted to come in to hang out. It was a lot easier that way. Lots of people told Vegas and her dad that someone one of these days would break in and steal something, but Vegas simply punched a fake person in mid air with her perfected right hook while her dad pointed to the closet, where a loaded twenty two was kept. Vegas poured herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, splashing in milk before slamming the refrigerator [sp?] closed and sitting in front of the TV lazily. She flicked on the TV and began surfing through the channels, finally settling on an old episode of FList. Coming on was the song 'Welcome to the Black Parade', one that was actually one of her personal favorites from before she was born. One of the main reasons was that it was her dads favorite song from the album, but Vegas liked to sing along to it. "When I was a young boy...my father took me to the city...to see a marching band...and he said 'son when you grow up will you be...the savior of the city...the broken and the damned?'..." Vegas took a bite of her cereal, watching the video silently before turning to the door as it opened. |
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. THE MARK Everyone wishes to have a perfect life everyone wants a perfect life. What if you got that, what if you got that perfect life you’ve always wanted? What would you do? Take it for what it’s worth, right? Alice and Frank Longbottom died [date]. They were both murdered by Lord Voldemort, this dark man didn’t kill their boy, but marked him with a scar and as ‘the boy who lived.’ Their one-year-old son, Neville Longbottom, was given to the family friends the Potters. The Potters took the young boy with open arms, because they to had their own baby boy, Harry Potter. Harry was a shy, quiet boy, but deep down he was as brave as a lion. The two boys grew up together being told stories about the ‘good’ old days by Lily and James. The maruderus years, the years where they had the fun of pranking and messing with their friends. Years went by and now the boys were the age to start school, to start school at Hogwarts. Their first year at Hogwarts has started let the games begin. . THE GAMES If you could see into the past would you? If you could see another universe would you? If your life changed and was perfect would you take it? Dream right now think about the perfect life. Keep it or throw it away? It was Christmas everyone was coming in to have fest they will never forget. “Our year started off right,” Harry said aloud to his four children. “Neville and I were so scared to start the year off, but when it did start we had the time of our lives.” He paused as he gave the kids a big smile, “Your mother was a year younger, but Hermione and Ronald were our age. We found them the first day, all of us were sorted into Gryffindor, man were mother and father proud.” He smiled to himself at the thought, “First year we tried Quidditch, I was the only one who made it, and Seeker was the thing for me. But Neville had something else. Everyone know Snape? Yeah I thought so, well Neville always thought poorly of him. He had a good reason, have you seen him? Towards the end of the year come to find out Neville fought ‘he who must not be named’ and it wont be the last time either.” As Neville came in with his three kids they laughed with each other. Neville sat down by his good friend and started on the second year. “The start of the second year I get into Quidditch, Chaser was my thing, and well everything was fine until well there were killings.” The two men laughed at the childrens faces as Neville went on, “To make a long story short, I learned that I could talk to snakes, and I saved Luna from death.” The kids smiled at their father, “Third year was…oh yeah I learned about my father.” Harry came in with, “Don’t forget about Remus.” Neville started up again, “Remus was my God father, back to my father.” He smiled at Harry, “James and all his Gryffindor friends had a group, my father had a group of three. Helana Trachen, Christopher Helm, and Alexander Train. The two groups fought back and forth, nicely though. They all became friends when they were older before Frank died.” He paused, “Fourth year was good one, at the start. I was in the Tri Wizard Tornament, saw a boy die who was with me at the Tornament. Then Lord Voldemort came back, almost died.” He laughed to himself again. “Fifth year,” Ron said as he sat down with the kids, “it was a frisky one.” The men laughed, “Remus died, I miss him to much.” Neville looked down to the ground, “I was being taught by Snape and Dumbledore.” Neville spoke up, “And we all almost died,” Ron laughed, “It was fun.” Lily came out to tell everyone it was time to eat, Luna followed behind her. “Sixth year Dumbledore died, seventh Neville killed Lord Voldemort and took over the now Golden Hearts.” She smiled and gave her husband a kiss. . THE TIME Perfect ;; it’s a small word, but yet so much meaning. What is perfect to you? Would you change it if you finally got perfect, or would you keep this so called perfect? Would you get bored of it? Let us see. Neville defeated Voldemort and took over the now known Golden Hearts. Voldemort gave his power to Bellatrix Black who I snow ruler of the Dark Lights. Lucas Malfoy is a high rank in the Ministry, as James is the Minister. Siruis Black is the Headmaster of Hogwarts and proud member of the Golden Hears. Harry is DADA professor and is looking over the next generation. Anna Potter is the oldest child to Harry and Ginny; she has a gift that no one has really ever seen before. Christmas night she sees her father in a dream, but he is doing everything Neville has done. She wakes up with another universe in her mind. The next day she comes to find that Lucas has taken over the Minister for James has been killed. Bella is ready to rise again and will if she has the chance. Will this perfect world love? Will Anna ask her father about her ‘vision’? This perfect world that has been made is fading, who’s side will you take? |
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| What if your dreams defined realities? -Darius, The First Original It all began with a simple dream. A very simple dream, a dream of a city, a city that looked very much like the place where this particular story takes place in. It was a city that was held in an eternal night, and when Darius first went to sleep and dreamed this, he thought nothing of it. The next morning, he woke up, with very little memory of hat very boring dream, and went off to school. He went through his life like normal that day, to come home and go to sleep, and to dream once more of the city. This time, however, he did not wake up. Darius, a young boy of twelve was put into the Oakland city hospial the next day, in a coma. All of his vital signs were fine, he would just not open his eyes. All he would do was lay there, and sleep. And dream. It was first discovered by Vayne. He went to sleep, and dreamed the same dream that Darius had. He dreamed of a city. His dream lasted longer though, for day it seemed, even though he still woke up the next morning. In this dream, he was hunted by priests, by religion, by wild things he didn't know his own imagination had. He was nearly killed, beaten bloody. He woke up bloody. He woke up nearly dead. Those were the motions that set it into place. Since then, he has met Darius, in both the real world, where Darius is still in a coma, and in the Dream World, which was named "Obsidia". It was all explained to Vayne there, what had happened, and at first, even if he thought it was crazy, he accepted it. What he had dreamt was real. He had dreamt himself into a real world, where very real things could happen to him. And that is how it all began. Darius called himself an Original, and from there, Vayne named himself a Dreamer. Five other Original's were discovered, people within the real world that where in coma's, but who apparently had made a whole dream world of their own come into true existance. How it happened, no one could explain. More Dreamer's began to appear in the world, each one young and frightened at first, but eventually getting used to it, and enjoying it. It was a world where magic could reign. Where they had power. Worlds that only they could access by falling asleep. In these worlds, they were special. Each, for whatever reason, was given a number. And with that number, came their power. And time flows on. |