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Quick Update #4- I've got another "OC/AU: Wait Behind the Wall" page coming up. I think I'm finally going in the right direction in terms of grammar and shading. My desire is to post a page every week, but I'm not promising anything. Keep those comments (about story/desires/characters) coming! Your comments gives me the motivation to keep posting pages. Because I'll be honest, occasionally, when I think about the amount of pages its gonna take to get through ONE scene, I get overwhelmed.Quick Update #4 by Tomboyhns
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" People always ask what I feel. They are staring at me with anticipation, with undisguised curiosity. They are looking at my tired face, waiting for my words. Iam looking at them, my pupils are narrowing under the influence, to put it mildly, unpleasant memories.
Pain. I am feeling pain, such horrible pain, that only death will bring relief. However, death in my case, is just distant dream. When through my body, overloaded with chemicals, , a tide of pain is sewing, when every cell of my body is being torn to shreds, as if millions of cold needles are digging into my flesh. Not once I was lying on the floor, begging someone to ended my suffering. Can there be anything worse for a parents than their own child, begging for death?
Even my own body is preventing me from completing this uneven fight. Every metabolic process in my body, every regeneration, runs at higher speeds.
Apart from pain, almost every day a huge tiredness is accompanying me. As if someone pumped air from the balloon. But, what if you want to join something that should not be joined 'side effects' are something natural. I am not able to mention names of half of chemicals that are constantly circulating in my bloodstream, maintaining and ensuring the stability of the DNA mix in my body.
They are calling her the Hybrid. My dark alter ego. I never considered her as a part of me. This something dark, burning out my interior, waiting to destroy. They created something, what aren't able to control. Even I am losing control of her, when my consciousness shuts down.
Scientists joined human DNA, exactly my DNA, with the *DNA of Transformers. This is obviously not the DNA in pure sense, just patchwork of several organic compounds connected with chemical bonds, a little bit looking like our DNA. Pumping the blend of these compounds combined with a huge mass of chemicals and pure energy of Energon, into human body, they created powerful weapon - me.
I was twelve years old when they injected me black, oily liquid. It shimmered and waved, as it was alive and was waiting to unite with living organism. From that day we are bound together with chemical bonds, I and she, a single organism, killer waiting in the darkness of the subconscious. From now a cold, chemical scream of the agony always accompanies me."
Now I can only pray that she did not take control over me.
I am not a murderer?
Who am I?
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