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The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 4
The Slenderman sat in his chair. In his house. With the others, of course. JUST. LEAVE. IT. ALONE.
Jack withdrew his hand, giving the skull a sad look. He slumped down, and resorted to twiddling his thumbs together.
Boredom was a plenty throughout the group. Even Jeff's smile had almost disappeared. Almost.
"So what do you plan on doing next, Jeff?" Jack's tone showed how he felt. It reflected on how they all felt. Funnily, they all felt the same.
Jeff looked up, his thoughts swarmed in his head, like a swarm of bees buzzing persistently at your window. "I think our team needs a woman's touch." He remarked, glancing up, a sly smile on his face.
A bark brought their attention to an indignant dog. Jeff let out a long, tired sigh. "No offense, dear doggy, but you don't exactly count." Smile.Dog growled menacingly. "I mean, you're wonderful and all, but you're not what I'd call human." Jeff added hastily. He didn't fancy being at the business end of those teeth.
The blank, white face turne
The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 3
Jeff sat in the corner of the room, beside the closed window. The girl was sleeping soundly. So sweet, so gentle. She, the lamb, he the wolf. He turned his head away, the sight disturbing distant memories. He forced them back down, deep inside himself. He must not let anything distract him. Not tonight. Of all nights, not tonight.
After all, there would always be one idiot who ignored his fellow assassin's screams, the warnings from the distinctly disturbing Rake and the rabid dog with the sinister smile. One person who would run through it all, hoping to play hero. Jeff watched the door now. Heroes always died. It didn't matter where they were- except from Hollywood movies. But they were an exception, they always stretched the truth. Real heroes? Nah, they're dead within a few seconds. Being heroically stupid. That was their trademark.
A loud thump emanated from outside, in the hallway. Jeff looked up, face a smiling mask. The kid stirred as the door creaked open. Jeff drew his knife
The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 2
Jeff huddled, with the others, of course, in a garden shed. It was a very good shed, full of tools, as any self-respecting shed would be. It also made it a whole lot harder to fit them all in. The Slenderman was bent double, his long body fitting around the rest of them. Smile.Dog fanned everyone with her tail, teeth once again bared in that creepy smile.
Jeff just smiled. The small... group hung around waiting. They waited for their 'victim'.
Assassination was a big deal. This one, poor kid, had at least nine of the sneaky buggers on them. Jeff had taken it upon himself and his team to save this child. None of them had raised a complaint or question at his knowledge of everything that happened in the world they had all left years ago- or so they had thought.
Jeff looked up. A figure had entered the garden in front. He nudged Jack, who had brought along a deck of cards and was playing snap with The Rake. Both seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Well, until Jeff jabbed Jack where his ey
The More... Unlikely Heroes - Chapter 1
A small group of silhouettes gathered in a clearing. Why, was unknown to any viewer. Most onlookers would think it was simply a gang and just run off. If one were to look closer, one would find slight oddities in each. Well, I say slight, some had drastic differences from the normal human.
The clearing they had assembled in was surrounded by ruins. Of what, exactly, was unknown.
There was silence for a while. Awkward silence that contained nervous glances at each other. Before the first person spoke.
“So...” Everyone's eyes (or at least, those that had them) turned on him. The boy was wearing a white hoodie, with wide, black-rimmed eyes, leathery skin, long, black hair and a wide grin cut into his face.
Another, this time with a mask hiding it's face, spoke. “Well, Jeff?” The voice asked. It almost sounded like a clown's. Well, that was how it sounded at the current time. Eyeless Jack's voice changed often.
Jeff's unblinking eyes turned on him. “So, my dea
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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