Midnari

       Large green eyes peered curiously up at the town. The buildings were larger than what he remembered... And the walls were a lot sturdier. There also seemed to be an increased guard presence.       "Man, how long have I been dead?" That was a fair question, wasn't it? Didn't it take time for places like this to see that type of growth? He knew he couldn't have been corpse for more than a few years, though... And the fact he recognized a few of the guards patrolling behind the bastion above led credence to that thought.       Of course, with the increase in protection came gate guards. So.

Journal of the Demented 23 February 1976 It's been a few weeks since I… Killed him and helped a few friends escape that place. They turned from me, ran from me, and went out on their own. I understand why she ran… My 'little sister' she ran in fear, in anguish, she saw what I could do to someone and why I was there… The others though… They hadn't seen a thing… So why did they run? 7 March 1976 A bit more to say this time around, I'm sitting with my back against a stone wall, snow falling from the heavens  and covering my hair. Well, people don't look at me strange during the winter at least. Everyone's hair has a

Midnight’s Past Chapter 7: A Cataran Birthday “Pawpaw?” Midnari looked up at the silver haired man. The elderly man was balding and had many wrinkles around his eyes, yet, his smile and green eyes matched that of Midnari’s, even his disposition was like Midnari’s. “Here’s you’re Clothes.” The man smiled before continuing “I added a little extra ‘Umph’ to them.” The man’s smile broadened as he handed the soft velvet like clothes to the boy. Midnari quickly put the new clothes on, loving how it rubbed against his skin. The baggy cloth pants were a bit too long, or so it s

 "You… really shouldn't have done that." The voice behind the door sounded way too close for the guard to really feel comfortable with. The door itself was made from solid steel; he shouldn't have been worried had it been a normal inmate. But the inmate wasn't normal. A hand burst from the steel, claws tipping each finger, and the guard found his shirt snagged. He tried to pull free but the power was too surprising, his body was forced into the door. He tried to pull away, he was close, the man only had a grip on his shirt but before he could tear himself off the hand, another one burst through the door and gripped his shoulder. No, no

Jack let out a heavy sigh as he let his back lean against the brown couch cushions. He was sitting up, his body was sore and beaten, and he was tired as hell. Honestly, it had been a long week. A week since he saw the woman that had saved his life not too long ago, hell, she might be one of the reasons he no longer needed the devil's drink to keep from killing himself. No more suicidal after side. He wanted to go up to her room and see her but for now the couch would be as far as he'd go… Mostly because he doubted he'd make it up the stairs. The sound of a light weight person's ass touching the seat next to him led him to believe he wo