Where I'd Rather Be

On the ground I lay, motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Dead I fall asleep, was this all a dream?
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die; I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
As I lay dying

On the ground I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much or just not enough?
Let me wake up, I want out of this nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will not die... When you're beside me

The deep cut ran from her collarbone to her stomach, a deep rend that severed every layer of her skin. Hot blood was pouring from the wound, soaking the inside of her chestplate and becoming cold almost instantly. The edge of darkness was clouding her vision, those icy fingers that threatened to engulf her for eternity. She could feel Kacus stirring inside her heart, teething at the edges of her sanity and yearning for the freedom that would come when the cage of her soul broke completely. Her life had begun in a struggle and carried her to this place today, that bloody plain they called Baeil Garr...

But as she lay dying, Ruun could feel Alystares arms wrapped around her, the heat of his breath and the pain in his tears as they trickled down her cheeks. From the fading sight at the corner of her eye, she saw Decimus had stayed his blade and was watching, obvious pain crossing his face as he struggled with decision to move or not. She managed a smile. She knew what that meant... Her sacrifice had broken the Dragons' control of Alystares heart. She had freed him what could have possibly been the end of that world.

She closed her eyes for the final time. She saw nothing. She felt nothing. But in his arms, there was no place she would rather be.

*-On the 3rd day of Jorya in the year 858 of the Raoleign calendar, Ruun Del'Cyrios gave up her life to break the clutch of Enduryon over Alystare Miskall and prevented what could've been the most cataclysmic event in history. Instead of the destruction of the balance of Mana, Alystare Miskall turned on his corruptors and slew them all, along with the help of the legendary Fate Decimus Sparda and the Ashyrr mystic Iule Nodomno, thus bringing an uneasy peace that lasted for over 400 years-*



(lyrics by Three Days Grace)

Coming sometime this century:

Ki once told me that "if I don't like writing, why do I do it?" There's a lot of reasons. 1, cuz I like pain. 2, cuz its THERE. 3, rice. 4... Um.. I had a fourth, but I forgot it.

Another person once told me, write what you know. I coulda read it somewhere. I think it was the spider that lives in my closet. He's fulla wisdom n' stuff. So I decided to buckle down and write something. It'll be quarky, random and might end abruptly if I get bored with it. Probably be a short story. But, I'm writing, it's a start. For your entertainment, I present:

"Twelve"

Just a story set in the modern "future" about a guy and his friends. They're big into sports, messing with each other, causing the random ruckus about town and keeping the money coming in.

... You're all waiting for the other shoe to drop, aren't you? "Oh that Flake, he so cuh-raaaazay. He ain't gonna make the story as simple as that."

It's a simple story about that group of friends, three of whom are of alien origin, two from earth, one extra-dimensional being, and a rabid monkey named 'Furious George' all of whom play a sport called "Bloodball" which consists of uploading a virtual image of yourself into a no-holds-barred deathmatch where the purpose is to annihilate anyone and everything and big wins yield big bucks. The sport is funded by the military, ironically, who have the "players" on contract to get drafted for whatever reason they choose. The ragtag crew of players are lead by a human named Jachun McCalmington, otherwise known as Flake. Flake used to be in a secret organization that planned to overthrow the government on their planet, Alath'Der (Earth has gone missing; that's right. I said missing) This organization called Fate's Hand used drugs to override their soldiers emotions and supply their bodies with artificial adrenaline, creating emotionless powerhouse soldiers. Too bad when they innoculated Flake with their serum it didn't mix well with the Battle System F.U.N.G.L.E.S chip that had been implemented in his head at birth. Of course, the doctors who did it had been exterminated and the project had been declared a bust.

So Mr. Flake, leading a team of aliens and powerhouse players in a game of BloodBall with artificial body enhancers that go out of whack when the F.U.N.G.L.E.S. in his head goes off, suddenly learns his sport is being cut off and is for some reason, charged with the disappearance of his former friend and head CEO of the Cyberium Gaming League and that his alien-cat girlfriend has gone missing. It's a good thing they have a space-ship to fly out of Atmosphere too; Flake's last unofficial medical exam, necessary to play in the BloodBall matrix games, just diagnosed him with paranoid Schizophrenia.

They told me to write what I know. The world is not prepared.