I'm Michael and I like loads of random stuff. I take far too many pictures of myself, read a lot of books, write some stories. Terrible stories. Also I bloody love Batman.My favourite bands are Muse, Bastille and Imagine Dragons. I'm 18. I'm a human being. I live on earth for now, till we discover terraforming then I'm off to Mars.Want to know more? Just ask. Ask me anything I love questions and I have kik and twitter and instagram. If you care. Follow me on Instagram
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He takes a puff, cigarette smoke fills his lungs and he sighs in an almost relief. The chink of bottles draws his attention, he watches as the bartender pours out a pint. Frothy, beautiful liquor spilling on the sides of the glass. A large hand lifts at up, bringing it to an expecting mouth. He hears the man’s gulp…
He looks away as he feels his heartbeat begin to race. Two months sober he remembers. His breath catches. In his mind he says the words. “Whiskey. Double shot,” the smell intoxicates him, he can almost taste it… He brings his mind back. He looks at his watch. She’s late. Maybe she couldn’t show. Maybe she didn’t want to. He wouldn’t blame her. Even though that wouldn’t make it better.
He counts the seconds, they don’t seem to move. Five, ten, fifteen.
Deep breath. He adjusts himself. Looking down at his pitiful water. Reluctantly he raises it to his lips. He needs a drink. He takes another puff. The smoke helps. Maybe she won’t show. The thought stings. Not that’d he’d blame her. Still doesn’t make it better.
His phone rings. He fumbles in his pockets for a moment, it’s her.
“Hello.” he can barely breathe. It’s quiet on the line, he waits for her voice.
“Sorry I’m late. Could you come to my apartment instead it’s on 31st.” Her voice is smooth, like a purr.
“Sure, what number?”
The line cuts. He’s still got the phone to his ear. At least she called. He drops his smoke in his pitiful water and leaves.
Outside rain pours. Typical. He pulls his coat tight. 31st is fifteen minutes away. It’s a quiet night, he finds himself walking faster than usual, must be the anticipation, or the fear. At least she Rang.
He makes it there in seven. There’s a buzzer on the door. He presses 7. “It’s me.” The door opens in reply. He takes the stairs. Doesn’t trust lifts. Six is on the third floor. He’s in a corridor. The lights are dim. His feet wet the carpet. No remorse there. He gets to six. The door is open. It’s dark. He purses it wider as he steps in, “Hello?” There no response. He sees a light in the bathroom, he walks towards it slowly. Something feels wrong. He opens the door slowly. He sees her, beautiful as always. Her hair as red as blood, floats in the water. Her eyes don’t move. He knows she’s dead, he goes to her feels her pulse. Nothing. Outside he hears sirens blare. He thought she wouldn’t show.
Fear stretches it’s long thin arms towards him. He bats It away.
Don’t stop running
Kael panted. His sides screamed in pain, for a moment he was keeled over struggling to draw breath into his lungs. Then the wall beside him exploded in a bright green energy blast. His ears began to ring and he ran. The streets were narrow, but beyond him he could see then waterfall, it’s steam frothing like the mouth of an angry giant. His whole body was wracked with pain, behind he could hear them approaching.
Mustn’t stop running.
His wings still worked, they were weary but he’d have to risk it. All he had to do was get to the falls and he’d have his chance for escape; for safety. Another energy blast, right above his head. It’d been so close he felt the heat singe his hairs.
Must keep running.
His legs were bleeding ruins, they took his boots and made him walk the surface on Etheri 9 in his bare feet. The rough terrain had cut him, leaving a blood trail they could easily follow. He heard a loud roar and felt his blood freeze. They’d released the wertei beasts. Violent, genetically modified wolves that could run faster than any man. Their teeth were as large as sabres and deadlier. They could rip into metal like it was soft tissue. Kael didn’t want to think about what they’d do to him if they caught him.
He was barely dressed at all. All that covered him was a robe that served to cover his modesty like that mattered in this hell hole. He didn’t stop running, he could practically smell the water now. Not far behind, the growls seemed closer. He looked back to see three wertei beasts advancing on him. Their teeth glinted in the sunlight. Fear clutched his heart and he hastened his escape.
He could see it now, the waterfall began as a calm steady stream that emerged into a fast flowing river. Kael had to put some distance between himself and the beasts. He jumped into the calmer waters of the river and began to wade his way across to the other side. The water was icy cold and sent shivers through his body, he steeled himself and willed himself to make it across. Suddenly a sharp pain projected a scream from him. Kael looked down to see the water red with his blood, a sharp blade left from one of the old wars had cut above his knew.
Can’t stop, they’re right behind you.
Sure enough he heard the beasts reach the river, the heavy splash of water alerted him that they’d come after him. They’re owners couldn’t be far behind. Without stopping, he reached in the water for the blade, Kaels hands closed around a hilt and he pulled it out just as one of the beasts was upon him. All he made out was a dark form pounce toward him, Kael reacted instinctively bringing the blade up in an arc and cutting the beast down the middle. It crashed down into the water and moved no longer. Green blood coloured the water. Two feral growls told him the others weren’t far behind. Hastily he turned and ventured forth towards the fast flowing river, letting the current take him, it’s pace quickening as it neared the mouth of the falls.
Behind him was shouting, a green blast of energy vaporised the water beside him, then the river took him over the fall.
As he fell Kael unfurled his wings, for a moment they struggled against the might of the water but using every last ounce of strength his wings began to beat with power and he flew.
Sometimes I wake up and feel sad that we don’t live in the age of space exploration. I’d like my own ship
Existence feels like such an inconsequential prison
Long gone are the days I marvelled at being here
Now I just curse my lack I’m even here
Beyond this is nothing but a black void
On most days it’s preferable to the void I have now
Can’t say I appreciate every sunrise
I admit I wish I’d never rise
I’m just so fucking existing
I don’t know what life is
I don’t think I even care
Google do such an amazing job with everything, I’d sell them my soul
Guardians of the galaxy, was just freaking awesome. Chris Pratt is just friggin hilarious. Whole cast were lovable. My. Favourite superhero movie of the year.