Chapter 1 He could hear a sound . . . scratching at a wall, moving away. He opened his eyes slowly to find himself dressed in a white t-shirt, and a long leather coat. His pants were ripped, and his shoes were just as bad. He reached with one hand to rub his eye, realizing how dirty he was. Where was he? He sat up, moving his fingers, then to drop a vile with a drop of sky blue liquid in it. Another question strikes him. Who was he? He scratched his head, dirt all through his dark brown hair, his eyes blue as the liquid in the vile. The boy stood up slowly, wiping the restfulness out of his eyes. He walked over to a door. A red plus sign on

Life is written into you, but when all seems lost, there are friends there for you, it is only the beginning so don't give up. •Lunar• Don't cry little one, don't cry your heart out, but to understand life is choices, even if all seems lost, your friends are there for you always, no matter what. •Lunar• I will pull you from the deep pit from despair and fear, and the days will be light, rather than clouded with darkness, you will feel the sun rays beating on your back, and your friends by your side. •Lunar• The day is over, but a new one shall begin, never forget that we will be there for you, again you

Blood, life, fantasies, we all know what not we are, but a simply knife, is a simple solution to relieving the pain; it is your friend when you're planning naughty reliefs, but your enemy when you're are leading a life full of happiness. Do not simply give up your life, live on and do what you think best, but when you've been hurt to much, a pretty little knife can do what you desire. But to simply slice your wrist is, nothing but a mere relief to those who grieve, life will go on with or without you, but to never again feel the grassy plains of earth.

NOTE: Hey guys! Finally I've had some time to work on it, so I give you the first chapter! It contains violence, and no humans. Animals only. I didn't think I'd get time to work on it until later but, I was trying to find time and get it out as soon as possible! And I know I had a deadline on December 5th. Chapters will not be SUPER long, so you can just take a quick read and that will be that, until the next chapter. 1Zarag's brown and grey feathers glided with the wind and he took a step off the limb. "Come on Zarag, flap, flap, let the wind pick up your wings." His father called down at him. Zarag grunted as he tried to flap his wings as

Chapter 2New GirlWhile Zayui pulled out his books, and read a note attached to his locker. " Dear little boy, what you see is what you get, but fear not, I won't eat you, servant." His eyes wiped behind him, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed a girl. Well, a new girl at least. "Hey, when did the school say the there was a new girl coming in?" Jagi asked eyeing her. Zayui stopped staring at her and stuffed the note in his backpack. "Well, uh. The school didn't say." Zayui retorted. "I'm not quite sure what is up with that." Jagi shrugged. "Sometimes they get to lazy to announce. Besides, it's not like she could j

1Red Eyes Zayui sighed rubbing his black hair. "Nothing like bed hair." He said standing up. He dressed quickly before he brushed his teeth and ate a bowl of cereal. Quite normal that he liked the dark gray skies as he exited. Wearing his usual black pants and red t-shirt with a black jacket with chains, he slumped his gray backpack over his shoulder and waited at the bus stop. It wasn't long before it started to rain, but the bus had arrived only a few moments late, his hair nearly soaked. He boarded the bus, making his way into the middle section of the bus sitting with his friend, Jagi. He tended to joke around a lot, a lighter emo person

Another pretty little day, grey clouds and windy days, chilly and haunting evenings. Days go by, but no one notices the crazed boy who feeds on fears. Ordinary boy he looks, but the inside he is monster. He is a child's nightmares, a child's fear. Never again will they awake. His eyes are as red as blood they say, but his body of form no one can bare. None can appose him, for he is the soul eater, the nightmare, the Night Walker. "Pretty little girl, I am you're nightmare, nothing more, nothing less. May this be your darkest hour, may I Night Walker wander your dreams." The figure said, now he stood in he dreams. A little girl, holding a ca

The crazed killer I am, my smile as broad as crimson, oh how I love the taste of blood. Killer killer I am, oh yes death and darkness is my home, but shall I greet you, oh so warmly with my knife. My best friend, this knife. Oh how so lovely it paints red on my walls with your blood. Me and my knife work like paper and pen, sun and moon, darkness and light. Why paint with a brush, when you can use a knife? It works just as well my friend, one day you will side with me, or you can be my fresh paint.