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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:39:39 GMT -5
Lorenzo: Had a worm live in your throat?
Si, one sec, I have to find a song to fit the next chapter.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:40:27 GMT -5
Angel: No, not that...although knowing my luck and weaver, something bad is going to happen... Weaver I love you~
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:45:07 GMT -5
D'awwwwww~ *hugs* I love you too chica~
Unknown- 2012
The creature slipped silently back into the laboratory, it chittered as it passed unnoticed by the monitors. It’s unnatural childlike laugh echoing throughout the halls. It stood in the hallways, waiting as it evolved. It winced, feeling it’s black slimy skin evaporate to show tanned smooth human skin underneath. A black scortch mark appearing on the floor where it evolved.
“I’m back,” it called, it’s voice neither male nor female as it sat in the small white chair, in the small white room.
“Welcome Subject 13,” an animatronic voice said, “we have been wondering where you went,”
“To help my daughter find me,” it said, a pained expression on it’s face, it’s white eyes slightly saddned.
“We will remind you once again that those are not your children, you are not Florence,” the computer’s voice said monotonically “Florence is the man in chains.”
The creature growled, “You created me using his DNA though.. so I am half of him and-“
“Half of you is Pangea though- we brought you here. You are not the real Florence. How many times must we tell you this. You are the Parasite. You are Pangea. You are not Florence.”
It screamed, tossing the chair across the room “Then why do I feel this way towards them?!” it called out, clutching it’s hands to it’s head and crouching on the floor. “Renaissance was created the same way but he has no compassion!”
“Renaisance was created after you using your genetics, so only a quarter of Florence’s DNA went into him unlike you, who has half.” The machine answered blankly, “Thus you have more of his human attributes.”
Pangea screamed, driving it’s fists into the wall- it’s knuckles becoming bloodied as it wailed. “I want them! They are my children!” It cried, feeling it begin to drip- the black fluid coating it in a sticky substance. “Give them to me!” it howled as it broke down. It’s ragged sobs filling the room. The creature's three white eye's become darker until they had the appearance of crying.black streaming down it's face.
"GIVE THEM TO ME!"
A/N: next chapter is done! And now you get to meet Pangea for the first time~ bumbumbah~!
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:50:02 GMT -5
O.O So that's why Pangea's going after angel? Because it views her as his daughter? *frowns* but then, why Angel? Wouldn't it have been closer to Italy, thus gone to Vene first?
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:50:59 GMT -5
*muahaha* You're going to have to wait my dear reader~ *pets*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:53:01 GMT -5
Gr!!! *scowls* I don't want to wait...the wait might kill me!!! Then you'd be responsible for my death!!!!
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:54:33 GMT -5
Don't die, then you'd never get to read it.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:55:38 GMT -5
........fine. *crosses arms over chest* I'll have to wait then....
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:56:28 GMT -5
*hugs* Sorry, I wish I could post it, but then some people would have to read through our spam to find it. BTW we are spamming. XD
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 26, 2012 12:07:23 GMT -5
Just got through these last three bits that I hadn't managed to get through and OH MY GOD FREAKING AWESOME *glomps*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 21:42:07 GMT -5
*glomped* Hooray! What's so awesome about it then?XD
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 26, 2012 22:56:01 GMT -5
Everything? The fact that the story is progressing in the plot and it's incredible and I don't know I can't pick things especially 'cause I'm having trouble thinking right now xD
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 22:57:20 GMT -5
I see. XD
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 23:08:52 GMT -5
Acron Labs- 2012
“Hey, look at this,” a man said through sipping his coffee- it was a black and white video of the surveliance camera watching their test subject as he was being given the steyroid. A man in a labcoat walked into the surveliance room, watching as the Then the pixels around the Florentine seemed to blur- as if the entire film was being shaken by something but it was just him. The screen blured as if it were some sort of broken TV, the surveliance man hit it with his fist. “Damn, it’s done that everysingle time.”
The other man pulled up a chair, watching as the image slowly came back into focus- Florence was still in the same place hanging- but the scientist was not- his corpse lay sprawled on the ground. His eyes put out by the two large syringes that stuck out of them and his bottom jaw all the way to his upper chest was gone- exposing the trachea and musculature. The scientist covulsed on the ground, his head thrashing around as if he was being electrocuted- and then all went still.
They watched as slowly Florence looked up from where his chin rested on his chest, “I know you all saw that,” the Florentine called out, “She tells me the walls have eyes…” he looked around, “Prego, if someone would bring me another scientist, I think this one is broken.” He started to laugh at his own joke, his throat horse with the clawed thing that ripped the inside of his windpipe to shreds. “Round and round, the world is spinning~ when it stops, it’s just beginning,” he recited a lyric to an American horror movie he saw a few years back. He coughed, feeling blood sting the thousands of cuts that lined his throat. Eating and drinking were now no longer imaginable with how he was now. Too bad he wasn’t mortal or he would have starved or dehydrated by now. No more suffering. No more pain. His smile melted off his face, he could see a small white spektor blured off in the corner of his vision. Turning he found nothing there. He growled, feeling the scratching feeling as the thing ate away ate his throat. He closed his eyes. Praying sleep would be merciful and come quickly.
Unknown- 2012
The young boy ran through the sacked streets his small toga tattered and dirty as the Goths stormed the Roman city. He drew out the small knife from it’s sheeth as a man crouched beside him- his Germanic armor glinting with Roman blood.
“That man is not your father,” he began, laying a blood stained hand on the boy’s head, “he left you, remember? I helped you. I kept you living.”
“S-si,” the boy nodded before stepping into the temple of Mars. He saw his father on the ground, praying to the statue of the Roman god of war. “F-father..” he began hiding the knife behind his back.
“Hm? Oh, Lorenzo, you came back for me,” the man said, his eyes were sunk and he was starving. “Have you brought any food?”
“No…” Florence began, the palms of his hands were sweating.
“Oh,” his father’s focus drifted away from him, back to praying. Florence bit his lip, repressing annoyance at his father ignoring him. It was all the Roman Empire’s fault.. if he hadn’t angered the Gothic ruler Aloric he wouldn’t have started all of this from happening. And Lorenzo wouldn’t have been told to do this. He positioned the knife over his father’s exposed neck. Praying for forgivness for shedding blood in a temple.
He father reached around- his arm bent at an unnatural angle and grabbed the blade, his fingers beginning to drip with black blood as it stained his purple and white toga. “You…. You dare betray me…” he growled, towering over the boy with his back to him.
“Father… I-I,” Florence to a step back.
“You even think of assassination.” He snarled, renching the dagger out of his sons hand, tossing it to the side. It skittered across the tile floor- splattering the black blood onto the marble which reflected yellow in the tourch light. “After all I’ve done for you?” he turned, smacking the boy across the face- sending him reeling back in pain.
“Pater…” Florence winced, unable to bring himself to look at his father.
“Don’t you dare speak to me, bastard,” Rome said, running a distressed hand through his matted dirty hair. “To think treason from someone like you, what the fuck were you thinking?!” he bellowed, Florence curled into a ball and sobbed as the man landed a harsh kick to his side.
He felt the splatter of blood hit his face as he looked up- a Germanic sword sticking out of his father’s abdomen. On the other side he saw a personification remove the blade as the Roman sank to his knees. Florence sat up, wiping away tears of pain so they could be replaced with tears of sorrow as his father bled on the floor. But none came. He watched emptily as his father grabbed the front of his toga and pulled him in close. The man’s amber eye’s half lidded, “take Vene and the rest,” his swallowed some blood that had pooled in his mouth, “g-give them to Rome, he knows what to do.” Then the Roman Empire’s hand went limp, and it dropped to his side. Florence looked up at the stoic long haired blonde who wipped the black blood off of his blade.
His eyes drifted down to his father again, he almost cried out- the corpse looked half decayed- it’s black gourged eyes trickling with a tar-like substance. The man’s bottom jaw was missing , exposing the man’s inner throat.
Florence shot awake from the nightmare, his eyes wide with fear as he looked around- as if the Roman were still in the room.
“Good, you’re awake.” A voice said over the intercom.
I had to throw in a little bit of Florence's past there.. chee hee hee~ so yeah. voila. only a few chapters left. (I think.)
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 23:12:56 GMT -5
awww...Poor Renny~.
I have to say, not the most interesting chapter, but it seems to be an important one...it shows that this isn't the first time they've meet this thing.
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