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Second time something l said got sigged. ^-^

 

HOLY sheet GUYS THIS GUY HERE IS SO PRO.

 

And before anyone asks, yes, I am in a pissy mood.

 

I had to go do some state test which was stupidly held at nine in the funking morning. Not only did I finish the test in 10 minutes, I had to funking wait 70 more minutes before I could go. Not to mention I'm not a funking morning person, and my girlfriend pissed me off past my already overloaded limit.

 

>_>

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Well ppl… here’s my version of puppet mastery. I hope you like it, if not then too bad tell me how to make it better.

[spoiler= my puppet story^-^]

“I hate my job.”

Lucas complained silently to himself as he looked at the huge piles of paper neatly stacked on his desk. It was already night and he was ready to retire from his shift; it looked as if he would be working overtime. He wearily slid into his office chair and began looking at the papers before him.

 

Lucas was a very young, very handsome man with sapphire-colored eyes, caramel skin, and long, spiky, black hair that neatly rested on his shoulders. He wore a dark grey uniform that symbolized his high ranking within the National Police Reserve, and he was proud to be considered one of the best officers in the entire organization, which spanned across the entire world. However, due to the recent lack of inactivity within the criminal underworld, most officers, high and low, were bound to their offices, filling out reports, shredding paper…

 

He longed for a battle: He wielded a sword made of pure diamond, given to him as a gift for all his work during the time of the Unholy Riot (it was a war that l plan on explaining later). This sword was said to be the legendary Platinum Mirage, a widely sought after sword by criminal and adventurer alike. It rested next to the man’s legs under his desk, just in case he needed to defend himself at moment’s notice… which he highly doubted.

As he sat, tediously filling out his reports, an eerie air swept across him. What was this feeling all of a sudden?

 

“Maybe I’m just tired… or cold,” he said, peering at the stained-glass window that was wide open, letting air rush in. He got up out of his chair and strode across the room, his sword leaning against the wooden desk until he returned... He looked outside. At night, Japan was just… beautiful. Thousands of multi-colored lights painted the night sky in a multitude or colors that caught the eye and stimulated the senses. The smell of cherry blossoms wafted through the cool air. Even on the 40th floor Lucas could smell their enticing aroma.

But he didn’t have time for that now; he shut the window and began to walk back to his desk.

“Hello, Commander Lucas.” A malevolent voice sounded from the darkest corner of the room.

 

The young man almost jumped out of his skin. He ran to his desk with blinding speed, retrieving and unsheathing his sword faster than the naked eye could follow. Within the shadows of the nearest wall appeared a little boy. He wore black robes with various, violet symbols etched into his clothing. He held a very large, black tome.

“Oh, it’s just a child… how did you get in here?” Lucas asked, looking at the boy with curiosity. He resheathed his sword.

“My name is Eric,” the little boy said, his pomegranate-like eyes looking at the man before him with huge curiosity as well. “And this is my friend.” Out of the shadow appeared a very large, black figure. Various screws riddled the figure’s face. It wore robes just like that of Eric’s, and it appeared not to have any arms or legs.

This kid has a marionette with him? Lucas thought, suppressing a smile. He had nothing to worry about. “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time kid-”

“My name is Eric.”

“-Eric…” the man corrected himself. “This is not a place for children. You must leave now. I will have a security guard escort you out.” He leaned over his desk and picked up his desk phone to dial a number.

“But l have something really important to say to you,” the boy said innocently.

Lucas looked at the boy, then the book he was holding, then the puppet behind him. What did he have to worry about? A nerd with a harmless mannequin behind him…

“Hurry up, child. You have one minute. Then you’re getting out of here, the nice way or the forceful way.”

Eric chuckled, his pale face twisting innocently into a smile. “Well Commander, I’m looking for a new toy to play with, and I believe you can help me with that…”

Eric’s eyes began to widen even more when he finally gazed upon Lucas’s sword. “That… that’s exactly what I was looking for! And I don’t have to go about searching any more!...”

 

The boy’s eyes shone with greed; a look that the young Commander was used to seeing in a criminal’s eyes. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. Suddenly, he didn’t want to speak anymore. “Alright, Eric. It’s time you and your little puppet there leave. Do we have to do this the hard way?

“So they did give it to you. Those foolish officials… giving it to such an arrogant waste of space such as yourself,” the boy continued despite Lucas’ order. “This is almost too easy… why didn’t I think of this before? It’s too late to delve on the past anymore…” the young boy looked at the Commander with eyes Lucas had never seen before on a child, yet at the same time, he looked so harmless…

 

“I said it’s time for you to go kid.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eric replied coldly.

“Oh?” The Commander advanced toward the child before him, sword in hand, arm outstretched. “I beg to differ, little boy. You’ve chosen the hard way. I’ll be glad to help you out now.”

Lucas didn’t have time to react; the puppet that was so immobile before now had it’s cold, metallic claws around his neck, choking him. Where did the hands come from?

 

“Now, dear Commander…” The boy said with innocent glee. “I believe I’ll be taking your sword. However, I’m a very nice little boy, you see. I know your pride will not allow you to let me just leave here, and I know you’d rather be dead than to have to report to the higher-ups that your sword has been stolen…” with an innocent face and smile, the boy said, “So I’m going to kill you right here, to make sure you won’t have to go through that embarrassment!”

 

(Guys I’m not going to finish this; I actually planned on this being a scene in my fanfic… whenever I decide to finish it >_>)

 

 

 

So... R/F/H

 

@Fenrir; too bad, it's life, get over it. Do you hear me complaining about the amount of constant pain i'm in with my arm? Or the fact that I can't go to school for three more weeks yet still have tons of packets? Or

that I had to type this entire thing all by myself even though I have other things to do with my life?

No. You don't.

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