TheCurseOfTheDamned

I remember the room in Russia perfectly. It's quite like this in all honesty. A small square, probably just another hole in some faux government building that they allowed you nice folks to have. You even have it right down to the annoying dim yellow light and the metal table that is meant to scare me by amplifying the sound of you slamming files down on the table. Nice touch by the way. A tad cliché but you gentlemen pulled it off. The only thing missing, well, I wouldn't call them something. I think missing two people is better. Anyways, the only two people missing are the two Russians that reek of vodka and something else. I think i

He had the world at his disposal. He could command it to his will. But it did nothing for him. For all the gold in Eldorado's halls, for all the stars in the sky, they could not compare to the beauty of the out worldly treasure, glistening brilliantly in its own life. But he could not have it yet. He yearned for it, to touch and admired it close up. A glistening jewel,shimmering in space. Just out of grasp. She was the girl who stared at the world through her glass. The world was wonderful yet fearful. She yearned for the adventure she saw, to be with what she saw. But she was scares. She knew the positives, that she would never know unti

You're a man now No more asking for help,that's blasphemy No more crying, that's for the weak willed Emotions can't be shared, that's for the ones with no will You are a man now, forever to be a robot

They stared at the water together, watching the flashing lights reflect from the city before them. Their feet dangled off the bridge, their toes just above the reflective liquid. Their faces were bright with large toothy grins. Their hands rested in each other, their grips pulsating at intervals. They need not speak of who they are to each other. No, the closeness that they shared screamed it louder than the words they could use. Their eyes told them the ongoing story of how they fell in love.

He loved his job. In his profession he was God. He could save lives and mess with a simple stroke of the hand. But for all the lives he saved. For all the ways he had managed to change. For all the good he had committed. He hated this aspect. He hated looking people in the eyes and tell them that didn't have a chance in hell of surviving. That his charge was about to die. To listen to all the pain. To see the fear of losing life. He couldn't blame them. After all, for every God-like thing he had done, he was still human