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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 24, 2012 10:01:58 GMT -5
yes...
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 24, 2012 10:03:12 GMT -5
*hugs* Sorry....
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 24, 2012 10:05:16 GMT -5
*hugs* S'ok.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 24, 2012 10:06:54 GMT -5
^-^
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 24, 2012 12:21:38 GMT -5
damn it....I really want to read this with music....
Anyway, this chapter was really good! creepy even without music You've scared Angel back to normal. XD
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 24, 2012 12:25:39 GMT -5
You can do it when you get home chica, I'll be posting the new chapter soon too~!
*Russia smile* I am glad she is back to normal.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 24, 2012 12:37:32 GMT -5
A/N: Okay, before we begin this is the creepiest, holy shit, crap your pants, fucked up chapter I've written yet, so far. Rated M for keep, *runs and hides*Unknown- 2012 Darkness greeted him as he awoke, Florence tried to put a hand to his face but found it chained. He felt like some sort of animal on display, each of his limbs chained in a thick metal casing, the chains which suspended him connected somewhere on the high ceiling- but he couldn’t see other than that in the tarlike blackness. “Where am I?” Florence called out, pulling a bit on the chains, of course no response from either the chains or anyone. “cazzo…” he groaned, he could feel as blood trained down his arms from the blisters on his wrists. A loud buzzer went off that sounded like a bombraid alarm, slowly with the whirring sound of machines he was lowered, still unsure of how far off the ground he was. Then a single circular light illuminated the ground, he could see the sillouette of feet as one by one a trail of lights the face of a man lit up before him- as if someon were shining a flashlight under his face like he used to see some of the younger nations do to scare each other while telling scary stories. The man before him was dressed in a white lab uniform, spikey dark hair sat oddly on his white pasty face. “Hello Lorenzo,”he began, his voice unnaturally calm. “What is this place?” Lorenzo lunged at the man, only to be held back by the chains. “I suppose you wouldn’t be able to leak anything,” the man said cooly, “You are here to ba a part of the PANGEA project, we are an organization designed to stop world war three.” “Then why am I chained here?” he growled, pulling at the large metal cuffs around his wrists. “To keep you from breaking out of course,” the man said nonchalantly “Now, please hold still I need to inject you with something,” the scientist pulled a long thin needle from a pocket in his lab coat- he flicked it a few times, draining it of bubbles before lifting the hanging man’s shirt. “This is the syrum to keep the world from falling to pieces.” “Like hell it is,” Florence growled, trying to jerk away from the inevitable. “I see you can tell truth from lies,” the man said, giving the needle one last flick. “Give me the truth you bastard.” The man sighed, “fine. Since you won’t be able to control yourself soon. ‘Project-Albic-Necrosis-Encephal-Genetic-Enchanced-Attributes’, also wise known as PANGEA, you see you’ve been out for about a week now,” the man said, holding up the siringe at eye level- Lorenzo saw as the pale green fluid housed a long thin black string like creature which curled around slowly. Beads of sweat began to form on the Florentine’s forehead- that thing was not going inside of him. “Your friends and family presume your dead, considering you’ve been gone so long,” he continued, “of course your not though, so we’ve sent in a replacement- a mole of sorts.” Lorenzo could tell this man was intelligent, but only in science. He was gloating and spilling what probably should be a confidential secret. “We drew blood from you once you came- using your genetics, mixed with the parasite we were able to construct this mole- think of him as your son,” he paused, “no, son is to sincere, we used carbon dating and brought back a boy so powerful that the Medici trembled before him” he smirked at the response from the suspended Italian. “How… how is that possible?” Lorenzo stammered, “the Rennaisance has been dead for hundreds of years-“ The man chuckled; “It’s the parasite we collected froma specimen uncovered at a dig site, this;” the man held up the syringe “meet the giver of life, this creature was around before any civilization was even was born. It’s what made up what came before- the shapeless everchanging everevolving creature you know as Pangea.” He smiled slyly, “You’ll be our first test subject,” he almost laughed before lifting up the bottom of Florence’s shirt and sinking the needle into the man’s abdomen. Lorenzo screamed as he watched the small parasite slip through the needle and under his skin. Lorenzo lived through the Black Death- where he saw thousands of his citizens die, but that pain was nothing compared to what he felt now. He saw as the small worm moved up his chest and settled near his throat. He cried out in pain- feeling tears sting his eyes as he threw his head up at the ceiling and screamed for someone- anyone, he wanted to see Italia one last time, Sicily, Romano,Vinci, anyone. He just wanted out. He could feel the thing begin to gnaw at his throat- he coughed, tasting bile and blood as he felt something begin to slither up his throat. He began to shake- the chains holding him up rattling as he convulsed, feeling the warmth of blood run down his chin. The last thing he saw was a long, thin black tentacle begin to slither its way out of his mouth a black ink like substance dripping up into oblivion; And then all went black. A/N: How's that for sadistic eh Russia? Okay, I think now we're about two-thirds of the way done with this story, so it's question time: 1)Who's your favorite character? Why? 2)Who's your least favorite? Why? 3)What has been the scariest chapter so far? Why? 4)Do you like the psychological horror in (Vinci's chapter), or the violent chapter? (this chapter) Why? 5)What do you think the parasite is? What's your thoughts on the PANGEA project? 6) Questions? Is my writing legible? 7) Should Florence die? Why?
Okay, now for the song:
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 24, 2012 13:17:04 GMT -5
O.O 1)Who's your favorite character? Why? 2)Who's your least favorite? Why? Ok... answering these together. My opinions are not based on quality of writing, you're writing them all well. And in that way I like them all. I just pretty much like everyone except the boy and this evil person, but that's 'cause typically I hate evil people. I suck at picking favorites/ least favorites 3)What has been the scariest chapter so far? Why? the last one before this freaked me out more actually. I would explain why if I fully could express it. 4)Do you like the psychological horror in (Vinci's chapter), or the violent chapter? (this chapter) Why? If you mean last chapter then psychological seems to freak me out more. The violence just makes me want to strike back. My first reaction was something along the lines of "I'm going to kill that b-" 5)What do you think the parasite is? What's your thoughts on the PANGEA project? No idea, obviously it's nothing good and it's not going to end well and I want to know MORE. 6) Questions? Is my writing legible? I think it's good. Only question why you ask hard questions again, but I know the answer to that 7) Should Florence die? Why? I want to say no because I love him, however it might be a mercy killing at this point.
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 24, 2012 13:44:54 GMT -5
*happy* Gracias chica~ *hugs*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 1:04:23 GMT -5
A/N Next chapter! this one is defiantly not as brutal as the last. So you should be okay... for now. *evil laugh*
Sicily-2012
The girl woke to see Vinci slumped in her kitchen chair, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes just barely parted. His head was tilted back and his glasses were cracked and laying on the floor below him. “L-Leo..” she said, stumbling over to her brother. Poking him she got no response “Leo? Hey, wake up stupid.” A small snore parted from the boy’s lips.
No movement other than that though. Sicily frowned,before she could do anything she felt a light brush at her shoulder. “Angelica,” the voice said- it sounded raspy and hoarse- as if he had been choaked, but it was still completely recognizable. “Come find me,”
“Where?” Sicily asked, “How do I know your not a figment of my imagination?”
The response was a hoarse laugh, “hold out your hand, child,”
Sicily hesitated slightly, taking a deep breath she held out her hand. Nothing happened for a few still moments, until a black slimy hand seemed to melt out of the air- it’s clawed fingers curled around something. Sicily shivered seeing this horrible monster but hearing her father’s voice “do not be afraid,” he cooed placing what it held in her hand. The creature’s hand slowly disappeared Sicily saw a small cross in the palm of her hand, the weight and coolness of the metal barly doing anything physical to her, but in her head she was screaming- whatever this thing was, it could interact with her and give her this small cross, so this… thing was real.
America- 2012
“Mr Braginski, we have reason to think that you have led a covert attack on the Italian Peninsula, are the rumors true?” A news reporter said, jogging next to the league of nations as they began to enter the meeting hall.
England watched as Russia began to put off that disturbing aura he did everytime he was unhappy- the reporter backed away. Walking he slowly made his way to the unnaturally quiet Italy. “Hey, chap, is it true? Someone set off a bomb?”
“Si….” The boy coughed, he had tired over-worked eyes. “After collecting data we found that traces of Mr Russia’s fingerprints were on the bomb shell casing, after further research we found that Russia had bought a bomb from an unknown benefactor.”
“Bloody hell, there’s going to ba another fucking war if this keeps up at the pace it’s at.” England sighed, taking a seat in the meeting room. Looking around he saw the empty seat near him where Spain normally was. England’s eyes narrowed.
America sat quietly, not meeting eyes with any of the nations. Standing Germany scaned his papers “Well, I was going to talk about the economy, but considering recent event s I find this to be more important.” Some of the nations quietly whispered to one another, other than that the room was almost unbearable. “How many of you have bought a bomb from this “benefactor”” Germany stated, raising his hand.
America, Russia, China, England, Turkey, Mexico, France Canada and a few other stray nations raized their hand. Sighing Germany continued “How many haven’t?”
The rest of the room raised their hands, “And out of that group how many have looked into this benefactor for purchasing a bomb?” Germany stopped talking as non of the nations put their hands down. He growled, if anything like what had happened in Italy happened at all again this would be an outright bloodbath. “Ja, now about the bomb it’self. From what I’ve heard it contains a quick spreading parasite that envelops the surrounding area in which the bomb struck. This parasite has an unknown effect on it’s host.”
The door swung open revealing a coughing Spain how bent over- his arms on his knees as he coughed. “D-damn you America…” he growled, before stumbling forward and falling.
A/N: Cold war numbah two coming up! >:3 but yeah, any questions just post em, and I leave with one piece of music:
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 25, 2012 1:16:10 GMT -5
Oh gosh....question time again...((^^;; I had forgotten to post them before...don't judge me!! *hides under rock*)) 1)Who's your favorite character? Why? Still don't have one...I like them all Even the boy. >.< 2)Who's your least favorite? Why? Hum.....Probably the guy from this chapter. Something about him just turns me off.3)What has been the scariest chapter so far? Why? The first horror chapter you wrote, with Vinci. That was just....it just was...4)Do you like the psychological horror in (Vinci's chapter), or the violent chapter? (this chapter) Why? psychological all the way. Violent is good, don't get me wrong, but I like the whole messing with a reader's mind. 5)What do you think the parasite is? What's your thoughts on the PANGEA project? I have no clue about the parasite....PANGEA? they need to go. like, NOW6) Questions? Is my writing legible? What!? >.< All these hard questions, and then this....But the answer is si. 7) Should Florence die? Why? I can't tell yet....Maybe further on I'll be able to, but at this point it's to early for me to tell....
Ok, now my thoughts for this chapter!!! I bet the monster is Florence after getting that stuff injected into him.... O.O AMERICA WHY YOU HURT SPAIN!!!!
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 1:21:25 GMT -5
It's fine, thanks for reviewing!
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 25, 2012 13:35:15 GMT -5
Holy freaking O.O
Just a slight note: "until out of thin air a black slimy hand seemed to melt out of the air-" slightly redundant on the out of the air bit
Maybe: "Until a black slimy hand seemed to melt into view out of thin air -
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 13:37:18 GMT -5
Sorry, I wrote this late at night so I was probably in one of my writing trances. XD
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 25, 2012 14:13:47 GMT -5
*laughs* It's fine, I know the same thing happens to me.
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