RyuTheInferno

She came to me in a dream. I held her hand and I told her many things. She was a beautiful girl. Hair a dull rust and skin like porcelain. She smiled at me and it felt like the sun. She never speaks. And when it seems like she does. I wake up.

I used to be happy. At peace. I fell one day, no one was there to catch me. I felt the wind and touched the concrete. These things give me no comfort now. I walk alone. I walk. I stagger. I walk. I fall. I fall alone. I. Am. Alone. No one follows me. No one. My head is submerged. I have no strength. I just want sleep. I cannot sleep. I need sleep. Give me sleep. Hold my hand. Touch hair. Feel my breath. Sleep.

I struggled to keep a hold on the bar jutting from the side of the wreckage I was scaling. I caught a glance at the carnage and death I had left in my wake. I could hear the screams even though I was so far away and the bloodshed was even more evident. I forced back a sob as I turned back to my objective and attempted to haul myself up over the ledge to temporary sanctuary. My heart jumped as I felt the object that was our only hope slid from my belt and tumble off my lap. With reflexes that were forged of desperation and a million life or death situations over the years I snatched the object with one hand. For a few moments I hung there, hun

As I recall I did not truly know the meaning of love until about 48 years ago. I was merely a lad of twenty visiting my folks down in Virginia one summer. I had just deported my train and was loitering around when something caught my eye. I could scarcely put to thought as the most beautiful creature on God's green earth caught my eye. A woman, not barely 18 dressed in a large blue, bell shaped dress. Her form was slim, graceful, her skin light with rosey cheeks. Her face was sharp, more than magnificent in it's loveliness as a small round hat sat upon her golden curls. When she looked at me her smile was contagious and I caught myself grinni

What does it mean to love? Is it a thought? Or a feeling? Is it natural? Or alien? The concept escapes me, like a butterfly. You want it so badly....but you are afraid to damage it's wings. So you must be content to watch it from afar and admire it's beautiful grace. Then again....butterflies were never meant to be caught....

Chapter 4. Rulers of Junk Town On Nar Shadaa you don't always live that long. Whether you are unfortunately born on the planet or only there for a visit there are any number of things that can kill you. Most people come for the entertainment whether morally good or not. Because as long as you don't upset the Hutt overlords almost anything is legal on Nar Shadaa; gambling, gladiator fighting, black market trading, slavery are just a small list of things you can partake in. Most civilized individuals from the Upper Echelons of Empire and Republic society usually stayed far away from the moon of Nal Hutta. But many more people went there to

Waking Up Part 2 Fight Night December 11, Metro City Sentinel I sat alone in my apartment with a blanket wrapped tightly around my shoulders and a cup of hot chocolate on the tiny folding table that substitutes as my coffee table. My apartment was rather small, it was a studio apartment and everything was in one room except the toilet. It wasn't much but it was that you could afford on my salary. I flipped through the channels; I wasn't really paying attention though. I was still shaken up by yesterday. It's not every day that you get shot in the head and the bullet is the one with a splitting headache. I flipped on to channel 33 and

Waking Up Part 1 Only in Paradise December 10, Metro City Sentinel So most people who saw a bunch of hoodlums organize in a dark alley in Metro City would just keep on walking and pretend they saw nothing. I wasn't one of those guys. When I saw things like that I wanted to investigate, and if they were up to no good I wanted to stop them. Now for the most part of my life I survived these ordeals without too much injury to my body or mind. Most of the time, I used my weird above-average strength and then knocked the bad guys silly. But tonight was different. Tonight they had a gun and I wasn't bullet proof. Maybe I should just start at

Prologue December 16, Metro It was a rather cold winter, much colder than last year, in New Metro. The Weather Guy Fry said that it was shaping up to be the coldest winter the city ever saw with the cold already hitting records levels. This was all contrary to his prediction of a rather warm winter, which was supposed to set records for heat despite the time of year. News was that Fry was going to get the can which made sense by this point. Now a lot of people were pretty worried for other reasons. Many people were worried about an old enemy to the city. One who hadn't been seen in years. In this world robbers and plain criminals weren't t

Chapter 3. Escape Ryuk didn't waste any time jumping into the pilot seat of their starship. They had already made it out of the atmosphere when Ryuk suddenly felt a disturbance in the Force. "Three cruisers converging on our position, they're sending out fighters now." Sito relayed the information as he worked the controls in the co-pilot seat, "Prepping the auto-lasers, turbo lasers as well," Ryuk nodded, his Master's ability to sense objects with such clarity never ceased to amaze him. There was a small beeping and rolling sound behind them and Ryuk looked back only for a second to identify the small astromech droid named T2-V4. The droi