For the first time in my life I feel scares.
Never before this glorious Gipsy Danger would be scares of anything but right now, I can feel it slowly overwhelms my fake bravery façade when the sea explode and Knifehead rams into me.
I was surprise and so do the Beckets.
Yancy then control me to grab the Kaiju’s neck while Raleigh ‘tends to deploy the Plasmacaster on my left arm, the sea rolls, forms several large waves as me and Knifehead starts a scrimmage.
I wine: “It’s too strong!”
“Hold on girl, just a few seconds left…” Raleigh said desperately.
The Kaiju finally breaks out of my grip and bites my left arm. I roar in pain, the pain was intense and hard like someone just pours the mixture of acid and lava onto my left arm. I punch the Kaiju several times but it didn’t seems to understand my message, then after five seconds, it pierce through my arm and severe it out of my body. Raleigh, Yancy and I cry out.
I’m too hurt to do anything now, knowing that I’m going to die. I just froze and water starts to fills my system, it’s… cold. This is what humans called dead? The end of a life?
I can feel their pain and fears just like they feel mine.
Yancy turns around to see his brother: “Raleigh, listen to me, you need to…”
Right at that time, Knifehead slams it oversize head at me and tears away half of my face, I can see Yancy falls down the water below and disappear in a splash, I lost neural connect with him. Anger, guilty and sadness start to surges in me.
“No!” Raleigh yells and I can see him stares at the hole on the conn-pod, rain water streams down from my visor like I was crying. If I was human, I’d have cry right now.
“Raleigh!” I call for him and he looks forwards, towards the monster that has killed his brother....
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...way, towards Crimson and Cherno, the two just got into a brawl.
“Well, nice to meet you Gipsy, hope that we’ll work together in the future. I’ve to return before they send out a search party.” He jokes and I slightly chuckle.
Damn, he’s gorgeous! I admit.
“It’s not going to work comrade.” Cherno deep Russian voice said and I turn around, to meet him and Crimson glare.
“What’s not going to work?” I inquire.
“Several femme Jaegers have flirt him before and all of them leave with a broken heart, he didn’t like any of these Jaegers. I don’t know why he’s like that but maybe he got a history with a girl, he never tells us why.” Crimson told me.
“Why do you think I like him?” I points at where the silver Jaeger have been seconds ago.
“Come on I can sense it,” Cherno laughs.
I sigh and walk away. I’m going to find out what his problem is whether he likes it or not.
" SHUT UP AND LISTEN " he yells as I look at him and nod.
and heaves the huge blade at her head. She sees his surprise as his sword
In the United States and worldwide people have different culture, beliefs and attitude about death. Over the past years, death is an emotional and controversy topic that is not easy to talk about. Everyone have a different definition of what is death and when do you know that a person is really dead. In the book Death, Society, and Human Experiences by Robert J. Kastenbaum demonstrates that you are alive, even when doctors pronounce you dead.
and asks him if he needs to use the restroom. He says yes and is very
Shocked in terror you can only blankly stare as the man proceed to cut your
I thought as I was floating in nothingness. A clear slate of nothing. A “void” of white, devoid of life and color. So this is death?
He charges his blade, and all of a sudden, Peter stares death right in the face.
Kuro is overcome with fear, and finds his knees so weak that he collapses. On the ground Kuro starts getting a little jittery as he finally realizes that he almost died. Putting his hand to throat he feels the little scratch that was left by the knife. Then he feels a sharp pain on the right side of his stomach. Looking down he sees a big hole in his jacket and a bunch of blood spurting from his stomach. Then he starts feeling immense pain that made him cry out in pain. He immediately puts pressure on the giant knife wound. Getting up barely he starts walking slowly and falls over. Yelling out for help he screams as hopes for anyone to hear
fierce, your greataxe dripping blood, blind to the tentacles that grasp you at wrist and neck and ankle,
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
... distracted we attempted to tackle him. I flew through him and Naomi grabbed him by the throat. This angered the man and he sent a spear through Naomi's hand. This made me so irritated that steam could've came out of my ears, So I picked up a spear and tossed it at him. It un-effectively went through him landing right in lily's hand facing towards the man. Lily was still sprinting towards him as he was harshly laughing while his back was turned. Lily launched the stick Him and his face expression went from laughter to regret. Naomi was fine but was more joyful then ever because everything was over.
One thing that we often hear is that “death is just a part of life.” So often in our day and age do we hear people utter these words. However, death is far more significant and impactful than some would allege. True death is not merely a time when we cease to exist; it is an entombment, a mindset in which we are dead to this world. Throughout our lives, it is true that we can all be dead in one way or another, but it does not have to be that way. When we have our eyes opened to what death actually is, it is far easier to grasp what the true meaning of life is, and to embrace it. Often, we will come across individuals who are enveloped in death and others who are immersed in true life. The shadow of death and entombment lies upon some, encompassing
I stare as the shadows of the razor dance like ghosts on my forearm. I apply pressure down on the blade until the skin depresses under the metallic edge. Slowly I apply more pressure. My skin separates beneath the razor edge and the blade sinks into my flesh.
Kyungsoo was used to feeling like nothing. His heart was no more, only a shell remained. His mind, although gifted was broken. His sanity, his one piece of innocence, shattered when his mother left. He was used to the numbness of hearts and minds, but nothing could prepare him for the numbness around his neck. H layed struggling in the hospital bed as Two angered stricken claws were screeching at his neck. A horrible beeping was eradicated through the hospital room, probably alerting the hospital authorities of the dangerously high heart beat of kyungsoo. Kyungsoo stared straight into beast. His sleek hazelnut hair, whipped to the side. His feminine looks shined through his clothes, skin and eyes, but with a subtle hint of superiority. With the smell of the man's husky cologne wafting through kyungsoo's nostrils, he barely looked like a guy. However what caught kyungsoo eyes' were his hands. Unlike his blemish free skin, his hand were stained with scars. Small ones to large jagged sears. The nails of the man raggedly bit to the nail bed. However, although his nails were stained, his doe like eyes were far worse.