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"Hold'em up! Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt! Now open the drawer!" "I don't recommend that." "Oh really, and the hell are you lady?" "I'm the woman that's about to kick your ass. Now put the gun away and leave, or I'm going to tear that hand off." The thug aims the gun at my head. Poor sob, doesn't recognize me. Doesn't realize how deep he just dug himself. I contemplate for a second how I want to proceed. I don't want to get blood on my chair, and the owner will be pissed if I scare any customers out of The Black Spade. "Alright lady, why don't you go get the money for me." He goes to push me, bad move. Ink tentacles shoot out fr

"Twenty-One! Congratulations!" "Hey lady, I think you cheated to allow that man to win." The man before was a tower of muscle, and stunk of alcohol and cigar smoke. His brown coat bulged inside with the silhouette of a gun. "I'm sorry sir, but it was a fair game. It would be extremely unprofessional of me to even considering fixing any game in this casino." "I say you're full of shit" The man draws his gun, points it directly at my face, and then goes on to say, "How about I take all the chips on the table, and we call it an even night?" Idiot, he has no idea who he's even messing with, nor why my table doesn't have security. I fe

I was growing so bored with this senseless killing of the inferior. They couldn't even touch me when I stopped using my powers, it was quite pathetic. I was heir to the Happy-Go-Lucky Assassinations corporation, and I could care less. From the age of four I had been trained in combat, how to utilize my Hex Spheres, how to silently take my targets down. I just had enough. Having come back from an assignment, I find this lollipop on my doorstep with a note attached reading "You're invited to fight amongst the best of the gifted." No address, no details. Then I got the email on how to join officially. "Use your ability on the lollipop, it is y

 The roaring inferno, that was the last thing he saw. The flames, eating through, tearing apart everything that was unfortunate enough to fall on their path. The man, who walked casually through, as if the flames were afraid of him. Morning. The silence broken by his gasping, the man feels as though he has ran for miles. He looks at his bed. Soaked with his sweat, as is he. What was it, a memory? The pain he has become only to familiar with starts up. His head pounding, he gets up for the medicine. The pills that allow him any hope of existing anymore. The pain slowly ebbing, he begins to get ready, to prepare for his big day. Maybe they co

Tick Tock Broken clock An endless stream of useless talk I found a way To erase the day By singing songs that are filled with angst She heard the bell Then ran like I hell Before the bread had found the spot The band that played Would soon get laid But would she ever really know And when she came It felt the same Like tears that come when you're in the rain He heard the door But she had seen the whore And now the screams replace the talk Tick Tock A broken clock Is all that's left when they had left.

Blood will tell Lips so cold Death is here Yet so bold You come down Find me here Live so old Die so young

 Time had completely come apart, tearing at the very existence around it. Each agonizing second felt like multiple lifetimes being ended at once, just dying over and over again in a torrent of hellish pain. And then, as suddenly as it had begun,  time reformed itself, restarted. Memories, memories were keepsakes for normal people. Memories were stories of the good times, stories of how people met, and fell in love. Memories were also weights, burning the past failures of man into their very souls. Memories were William's enemy. Memories were the one thing he wished had also been taken so he didn't have to feel so out of place. At the curren