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Lulissa had been running all day, sweat was dripping downwards from her normally clean and dry face. She had hid in a dank and dark alleyway for at least ten minutes now. She crouched low behind a nearby dumpster while holding her nose as she saw beams of light beaming out from the entrance to the alleyway. “Oh, why won’t the knuckleheads just leave me alone?” For the past several weeks Lulissa had been on the run. Ever her little ‘incident’ at her college football field she had been away from her family and was on the lam running away from the law. She was happy that she found a way to revert back to her normal self on her own, but she felt that she was branded for life as a criminal, or worse a monster. She watched and waited for the flashlights …show more content…
to go away and for the police car to continue on its search. She could hear the rain drops drizzle. On the police and their car as they looked around. This combined with the chatter in their walkie talkies made her more and more tense. Soon however the police gave up their search and moved on to a new location. The rainy sky hovering over Atlanta started to pick up and soon rain was pouring upon the tacky fedora she stole. “Great, just great” Lulissa muttered.
She peaked her head out to see if there was anyone nearby starring into the alleyway, fortunately the path was all clear of onlookers and she felt it was safe to move out behind the rancid dumpster. She quietly crept out of the murky alleyway while covered in the ugly and smelly trench coat and fedora she had the displeasure of acquiring. “At least I’ll look so bad nobody will want to deal with me.” She thought to herself as she casually walked out of the alleyway and onto the …show more content…
sidewalk. She calmly started to walk while putting her hands inside the coat’s damp sleeves to stay warm. It was abnormally cool that night and she always preferred nice and warm summer and spring weather over the chilling winter personally. Still she had but little choice but to deal with it. As she walked she noticed that much to her luck others were wearing such attire, not including the fedora of course due to the weather. However they had the good fortune to own umbrellas whereas she did not.Lulissa tried not to think about it and calmly walked down the rain covered sidewalk in order to find a nice and warm place to seek shelter for the night. All the times she had complained to her parents about the thermostat or her bedroom she began to immediately regret. However Lulissa knew she couldn’t go back now. She was now a wanted fugitive and to make matters worse she was more than an embarrassment to her mother and father, she was now dangerous to be around them whether she wanted to be or not. “Man I gotta find someplace to crash tonight, I’m getting really tired” she said as she let out a slight yawn. As she moved she could see less and less people walking down the streets. It was past midnight and she was moving in Dekalb County, one of the most dangerous parts of Atlanta. She began to feel lonely and worried about where she would sleep. As she walked she started to dose of until something caught her attentions someone had walked up behind her, someone a little bit too close. “Hey their hun, where you goin this time of night?” Lulissa started to get nervous. She tried to ignore her follower, but he grabbed the side of her shoulder. She thought fast and tried to conjure up what she could make as the best male voice she could muster. “Why um, I’m just going home to be with my family mister.” “Heh, you ain’t foolin nobody with that silly accent girl. I can see that pretty little blonde hair you got there.” “Darn” she said in her normal voice. “Now why don’t we just walk over there behind that store?” The man said while pointing a pistol to her back. “Uhh-ok.” “Good, now just keep walkin and don’t try any funny stuff.” The man said as he poked his gun into her back. Lulissa complied and she slowly moved back into yet another alleyway, yet this time she was accompanied by this unsavory individual. As she moved she could feel the barrel of the gun continue to poke her in the back. She had but little choice as she wouldn’t be able to escape. Soon she entered this alleyway. Above her the sky started to clear radiating moonlight above her. The man seemed to be able to see her clearly and was right behind her. “Ok, now take off that coat of yours, rains gone.” “But, I.” “Take it off now!” He said taking of the safety of his pistol. “Ugh, fine.” She said taking off her coat to revel her outfit she wore on the day before the indecent. It was a simple pink shirt and grey sweatpants. Nothing flashy or major, however it did still catch the attention of her captor. She turned around and starred at the man who seemed to be observing her body with somewhat of a pleased expression. “There, happy now?” “You bet. Now move back over to corner over there.” “Make me jerk!” The man then aimed his weapon at her chest. However Lulissa had had enough, her entire day and night made her miserable and she was very cranky due to the lack of sleep she was not getting. She had enough and just couldn’t take this unsavory individual having his way with her. “Don’t make me bust a cap in you hun.” The man said with a bit more exclamation. “Go ahead punk, see what happens next.” She said She moved closer to him as if she wanted to move past him, the man in agitation fired a shot straight at her chest. She closed her eyes and heard the whizzing of the bullet as it moved close to her right before it impacted her chest. She heard a clank and then opened her eyes. The main was astonished as he witness what happened. The bullet had not only had little impact with her, but it was bent as if it hit a hard surface and ricochet unto the ground. “What? You wearing some sort of armor or somethin under dat bra?” “Pff you wish creep. Now’s the what happens next part!” The man panicked and unloaded several more rounds at her.
He seemed to have horrible aim as most of his shots were aimed below her head. The bullets whizzed at her and impacted her belly, her lower torso, and her sides. All had the same effect as previously however. “Y-you ain’t human!” “Shut up! I’m no more of a monster than you are!” She said. The man dropped the gun and pulled out a knife in fear in order to engage her in melee combat and then make his example, however Lulissa merely grinned. She closed her eyes and before the man could blink she had grown larger than him! She was no less than seven feet tall! “You freak!” The main said while swiping at her in a panicked and uncoordinated way. Lulissa simply grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up. He started to groan in pain as his body was hoisted up by his arm. Soon he saw her as she became larger and grew another foot. “L-let me go! Let me go!” “Oh I’ll let you go.” Lulissa said as she grinned. She then grabbed him by the shirt and before he could free himself she turned around and tossed him at several trashcans at the end of the alleyway. He was flung almost effortlessly at the cans before impacting them and causing a loud clang as both cans lids tossed over and spewed garbage all over him. “Hmph..horrible little man, now it’s your turn to smell like junk.” She
said. Lulissa shrunk back to normal and proceeded to pick up and put back on her trench coat, then her fedora. She then walked outside of the alleyway while she could hear the groaning of the man. She had to get out of there before she was discovered, she knew that he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon but the gunshots would alert anyone around her. Soon she heard sirens and she started to run in the opposite direction. “Just my luck” Lulissa said as she sighed.
stepping stone she had climbed, and that gave her worth, so she could feel at
his sword and seizes her by one mighty shoulder, and forces her to the ground.
Nothing. He was in the door, coming after her. She was as good as dead. It
light of his lantern he saw her throat was slit and she was covered in
She raised her arm to slap his face, but he held it before it hit its target.
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
on her knees, exposed his buttocks and shoved the last bit of food she had in the
As soon as the door closed, and Jace was finally at last gone, Clary immediately sprang to her feet and locked the door. Tears had all ready formed at the corner of her eyes, before she ran towards the pretty canopy bed, and fell down upon its soft, gentle surface and sobbed as if her heart would break. Inside, she was completely devastated. She began to wonder just what exactly had minute, she'd been at home, relaxing in the bright, warm golden sun, working on a brand new painting, and the next, she was off riding into the deep, dark woods with Wayfarer following her father's very trail, and they'd stumbled upon the mysterious dark castle, and the final moment she was trading her life for her father's in order to save him.
Clint had gone to school the same way every time so he thought he would go a different way. He followed a main road and then took a new side passage that he had wondered about before. Through this side passage he came across an abandoned street, he started to walk down when he noticed that his shadow wasn't making the same movements he was. Clint rubbed his eyes and then his shadow was mimicking him again. He then decided that he would go the normal way to school like usual. Once he arrived at school he talked to his friend Zac about the abandoned street and if he had ever been there. Zac replied with " No I would never go down such a dangerous looking street, you're basically asking to get mugged" "Do you want to go down that street on the
gets a better look at it he sees that she’s got a gunshot wound. He lays her down to the ground and calls
The priest took courage and threw himself over her with a carpet. Run, run as the creature said he removed the carpet.
mouth so that she could not be heard and he drag her behind some trees like the story is
The person behind him was exposed, holding a bloody pocket knife and that damn black spiral notebook. Miranda. I screamed, and students looked over at me, wondering what the commotion was about. Miranda stuffed the pocket knife in her notebook, keeping her eyes on me, and then she walked away, covering a blood stain on her dress with her
She ran back while yelling out the man’s name. She reached out her scratched hands, holded the man’s arms, and pulled with her power as much as possible.
"... she started pawing and ripping at him with her fingers, scratching his back and face..."