The Gatherer and the AngelA Little Sister by the name of Rebecca smiled sweetly at her captor, who was a Splicer named Marcus.Rebecca, in a sudden act of deviousness, latched onto Marcus' legs and rubbed her head against his thighs in a loving gesture. "I wuv you, Markie," she said to him.Marcus glared down at the small child hugging his legs. "One of these days, I will harvest you: nice and slowly."Rebecca let go of Marcus' legs and looked up and waved her finger at him in a disapproving manner. "But den Mr. B would be very" She dragged out the vowel. "unhappy and he may even kill you!" Rebecca started crying in despair. She didn't want her Markie to die. "I don' want my Markie to die!" she voiced her very thoughts.Marcus sighed; he was terrible at dealing with children; and, now he felt bad for yelling at her. "Fine! I won't harvest you, geez. You want a pepbar?"Rebecca smiled through her tears and snot running down her face. She lifted up a portion of her dress and whipped her nose to get ri
Magic Filled TimeThere was a time,When we were little,That we believed anything was possible.Wizards and witches,Goblins and trolls,Vampires and werewolves.How about fairies with iridescent wings,Mermaids with silky tails,Or knights in shining armor?The stories and talesOften are retold to every generation,But never seem to get old.However, there come a timeWhen we have to grow upAnd stop believing in the impossible.Our problems won't magically disappear.Our knight won't be coming to rescue us.We won't be able to turn tail and flee.It's time to face facts:Growing up sucks.But what's wrong with make-believe?Sometimes we just have to escape,Escape to a world,A world that only exists in our minds.Dreams are just thatdreams.They allow the grown-ups to return to a time,A time when they believed anything was possible.
Summer in GermanyWhy did she agree to this? Rebecca always knew Envy was coming to Germany with her
even after the mix-up with the snakes, but Mello was not part of the plan. He decided (after running from Frankie) to join in on her vacation with her parents. Then, he called Matt to join as well. His excuse was that he 'couldn't live without his Mattie'."Come on, Mello," Rebecca said, pulling at Mello's jacket and he talked to Frankie on the phone inside of a phone booth. "I agreed to bring you along with me, but you can't go talking on the phone with Frankie every time you miss her."Mello growled and clenched his fist. "I have to go. Your little friend is being an ass and making me get off the phone. Alright, bye." Mello hung up and turned around. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Rebecca. "Frankie says, 'hi'.""Thanks for passing along the message." Rebecca looked around in confusion. "Now, where's Matt?"Envy jumped down from the roof of
Welcome...You wonder where you are,But you don't know who to ask.Well, let me tell you,You're not in Kansas anymore.You didn't fall down the rabbit hole;This isn't even close to being a wonderland.You're in a world where the artist does not fear the censor,And where the scientist isn't bound by petty morality.The great are not constrained by the small,And drugs, alcohol, and sex are the least of your problems.Shooting them Splicers in the head works the best,But a wrench can never run out of precious ammo.However, if that doesn't suit your fancy,A good ol' hit with a plasmid will do wonders."Hop, hop, Mr. B, there's no time to waste."Oh, wondering where that childish voice is coming from?I wouldn't follow it if you value your life.The Big Daddies are ruthless if you harm their Little SistersSo, now, you tell me,Do you know where you are yet?No? Why heavens not? I was expecting better from you.Well, I guess I'll have to spell it out for you.This