"I hate all of you! Every single one!" a girl shouted. She stamped her foot on the ground in anger and snarled. The girl growled lowly at her parents and siblings, wishing their demise. "you're such little goodie-goodies! If I had a dao, con dao I would slaughter bạn and butcher your meat!" she continued. Her parents stepped back slowly, fear pounding through them. The girl's brothers and sisters ran to their rooms in fear.
"Malice, please." her mother began. "understand our position on this, we can't afford a horse right now." the woman put her hands out in front of her like a shield. The girl, Malice, frowned deeply. She drew her hand back to strike her mother but stopped herself. Malice started to laugh in a sinister way, picturing the death and destruction of all that was good. Slowly, she padded across the linoleum tile of her kitchen.
"alright then, bạn can't afford a ngựa con, ngựa, pony but bạn can afford this?" she picked her mothers wedding ring up and held it above the sink. Malice dangled it threateningly above the drain, a crooked grin enveloping her face. Her father put a hand out, trying desperately to stop her. Years cách đây he had spent thousands of dollars on the diamond encrusted vàng circle. Malice knew how much of a nguồn of pain and torture it would be for her parents, that was nearly the only thing holding them together. She cackled demonically and continued to dangle the valuable một khúc lớn, hunk of vàng and stone above her sink.
"Malice please," her mother dropped to her knees. "Don't do this to me please!" she begged, putting her hands together. Malice grinned even wider, getting a sick satisfaction from it all. She loved the begging, the being treated like a goddess. An evil goddess of pain and destruction, one who cares about no one. Malice smiled before putting the ring in her palm. She marched slowly over to her nearly crying mother and opened her hand. Malice's mother looked up at her, tears in her eyes, and smiled gratefully. She reached a shaky hand out for the golden ring, brimming with thankfulness. Malice whipped her body around and threw the ring as hard as she could at the sink. She then bounded over and pressed the garbage disposal button. Her mother burst into tears and her father sprinted from the room. The sadistic child drank her mothers pain up like a lạc đà after a long journey drank water. Malice silently strode from the room, a spring in her step. She was completely satisfied at that point, her revenge had been taken for her parents not buying her a pony. Malice was rotten all the way to the core, there was no tình yêu nor was there any feeling of compassion in her heart. She was a sadistic, masochistic, sociopathic, psychopathic, rotten, evil, girl. With no remorse what so ever, Malice pranced to her room. Years cách đây she had forced her parents to give her her own room which had aroused lots of problems. Her two brothers and two sisters now had to share a room. The girl quickly pulled off a pair of camouflage shorts and a gray tank hàng đầu, đầu trang before redressing in an all white nightgown. It's lacy embrace held her softly as she danced to her MAC laptop. Malice sweetly pressed her lips upon it to give it a kiss. She opened the polished laptop, pressed the on button, and swooped over to her window. Malice slid it open to reveal New York City's manic lifestyle. Lights blurred and flickered through the screen, creating a beautiful painted feeling. Sounds of the huge city drifted in slowly like âm nhạc from a gramophone. Malice calmly went back to her computer and sat down in her leather business chair. A light appeared at the bottom of the screen over the mail section. With surprise, she drew her chuột over it. A window snapped up, causing her screen to turn black. Malice began to jab at the screen, worried immensely. She soon became frustrated and kicked her desk. A skull popped up instantly on the blank screen. It was small, about the size of a child's fist, and bright purple. Blank, black, eyes stared at her, flames and flares of green coming off them. Malice scooted backwards slightly before leaning in closer. She cupped her hand over the chuột and scrolled the cursor over it. The insignia vanished abruptly but was instead replaced with a small message.
'Hello, Malice, I am Wolfe.' it read. 'I come to give bạn some news that may please hoặc displease you. We will be meeting soon, very soon. Prepare all bạn may but nothing will prepare bạn for this thêm than being yourself. I come from a very... Unique place. One where sun doesn't shine and hearts no longer exist. bạn can bring them back though... To continue, bạn will be coming here sooner than later than later than sooner. Bonjour, dear Malice. Sincerely, Wolfe' Malice gasped after finishing the odd message. She skidded backwards in her chair and slammed the laptop shut. Malice sprinted across her room with it tucked in her arms and threw the computer into her closet. She chim bồ câu, bồ câu into her purple and black striped bed, pulling the covers over her head. The girl then threw them off of herself. She was no wimp, a stupid prank email meant nothing to her. Malice laughed at her momentary fear, scoffing loudly. She slowly returned to a comfortable spot in her giường and closed her eyes blissfully. Malice drifted off into a cal sleep.
But the peaceful feeling did not last long as something began to poke her side.
"Hey there Malice, how are bạn doing?" a voice asked. Malice turned over and kicked her leg out angrily. The girl did not want to be waken up in the middle of the night for nothing. Her leg was grabbed swiftly before she was swung up in the air. Malice was thrown down to the floor with brutality and vigor. She slowly lifted her head up and glanced back, face dripping scarlet red blood. Thats when she saw, him. Tall, muscular, and adorned with an all black suit. The man's face was covered bởi a colorful cartoony cat mask which had black gems for eyes and pricked up ears. "it IS you! Oh yes! I get to watch Wolfe eat his words! Alright, come on then. Let's get bạn home." the man began to cackle maniacally before putting his hand out. Malice hauled herself up and leaned against the side of her bed. Blood dripped slowly out of her nose which had been broken bởi the man. She stared up at the creature blankly before reaching discreetly under her bed. Malice wrapped her fingers around the butt of a large pistol. She whipped it out and shot blindly. The girl slowly blinked her eyes open to reveal an empty room. Malice clawed her way to the window only to notice that the screen was gone. She peered out of it with wide eyes before passing out onto the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
COUNSELING
Malice was awoken bởi the sound of a siren blurring through the city. Dry, crusted, blood stuck to her face and was pooled on the floor. Malice Groaned and grunted as she pushed off the floor. With a great deal of effort, Malice prepared for the ngày ahead. She pulled some clothes over her head and guzzled down a bowl of cheerios. The girl pulled the door to her parents apartment penthouse open and stepped out onto the tile floor. Malice traveled with a bored expression on her face. She plodded about until reaching the damp pavement. New York City unfolded before her with it's huge skyscrapers and mountainous malls. Dry leaves crunched under her feet as she walked to school. It was fall and the leaves were beginning to change color. Malice clomped along, crunching and thumping, until she reached her small middle school. It was sandwiched in between to different strip malls and had few students. A few students approached Malice while others fled. One boy with a broken arm hid in a trashcan. Another student chim bồ câu, bồ câu into a bush. Malice grinned to herself at the sight, drinking in the fear and pain. A laugh echoed through the crisp air. Malice slowly turned on her heels to see a rather robust girl pointing and laughing at her.
"That's right! Laughing at you, Malice!" she chimed. A boy slapped his hand over the girl's mouth.
"You have a death wish hoặc something?!" he cried. Malice motioned for her Những người bạn to tham gia her. The group closed in on the two, daggers in each of their eyes. The small population of people Malice actually accepted knew they were to follow her and kill all that opposed her. Malice led these few people onward, straight at the boisterous girl. Fear slowly appeared in her eyes, clouding them with realization. Malice snapped once, the sign to begin battle. The girl turned to speed away but was caught in the stony grip of a tall African American man. He pushed her toward Malice who intercepted the girl with precision and eagerness.
"Thanks, Rocky." she cooed. The rest of her Những người bạn came closer, hoping to watch their master destroy someone completely.
"Kill her, Malice. Kill her." Rocky narrowed his eyes. The girl within Malice's grip struggled intensely but Malice kept her steady.
"I'm just going to... Switchblade me." she held out a hand. An eager girl with short, sandy, hair handed the weapon to her. Malice flicked the weapon open with a laugh and began. She Slowly began to slice at the girls arms and legs, letting blood run on her hands. The girl fainted and Malice snapped once more. Her Những người bạn went to work, picking the child up, moving her into an alleyway, and cleaning the trail of blood away. As a final touch, Malice whacked the girl over the head with a plank. She snapped again and the group reassembled outside the school. A loud chuông, bell rang through their ears and cut the air like a knife. Malice coolly strode inside, group of muscular sociopaths following her closely. After that, everyone went their separate ways. They rattled their lockers and scurried to their classes while Malice stopped at a drinking fountain. She pressed two fingers against the button, activating a stream of water. Malice pressed her medium sized ruby red lips against the stream and gulped down the tasteless, odorless, nectar. As she turned to walk away she slammed into a large suited man. The colorful cat mask was still on his face, it's gem eyes staring Malice down. He grabbed her arm and swung her up onto his back.
"PIGGY BACK RIDE!" the man yelled. He took off down the hallway, taking down children like a linebacker. Teachers screeched at him as he barreled down the halls. Malice screamed along with them, beating her fists against his back. The man paid no heed to her efforts to stop him and carried on. He skidded to a stop outside her English class and pushed her foreword. Malice's English teacher, Mrs. Holmes, perked her head up and peered at the tall, suited, man behind Malice.
"Can I help you?" she asked, a quizzical expression on her face. the man cackled lowly which let Malice know something was about to happen. Something bad.
"Why yes bạn can! I need a tissue, can I have one?" the man piped. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, rearing with excitement. Mrs. Holmes nodded, unsure of his presence, and handed him a tissue. "Now listen up kiddies! This is how bạn injure someone with a mere tissue." he winked. The man grabbed Mrs. Holmes throat and began to shove the tissue in her mouth. She made horrible retching noises until the Kleenex was gone.
"did bạn kill her?!" a boy cried.
"alas, I have not. Pixel does not do such things! I'm just kidding, I do kill people. I'm Malice's best friend, ain't that right? I'm going to watch her for the ngày and see just how life is with little Malice here." the man chirped. Pixel, as he was called, grabbed Malice and held her hand up.
"Wow, they really must be friends... No one's ever touched Malice before..." someone in the back whispered. Pixel snapped his hand up and pointed at the girl who'd spoken.
"Why yes we are!"
"Malice, please." her mother began. "understand our position on this, we can't afford a horse right now." the woman put her hands out in front of her like a shield. The girl, Malice, frowned deeply. She drew her hand back to strike her mother but stopped herself. Malice started to laugh in a sinister way, picturing the death and destruction of all that was good. Slowly, she padded across the linoleum tile of her kitchen.
"alright then, bạn can't afford a ngựa con, ngựa, pony but bạn can afford this?" she picked her mothers wedding ring up and held it above the sink. Malice dangled it threateningly above the drain, a crooked grin enveloping her face. Her father put a hand out, trying desperately to stop her. Years cách đây he had spent thousands of dollars on the diamond encrusted vàng circle. Malice knew how much of a nguồn of pain and torture it would be for her parents, that was nearly the only thing holding them together. She cackled demonically and continued to dangle the valuable một khúc lớn, hunk of vàng and stone above her sink.
"Malice please," her mother dropped to her knees. "Don't do this to me please!" she begged, putting her hands together. Malice grinned even wider, getting a sick satisfaction from it all. She loved the begging, the being treated like a goddess. An evil goddess of pain and destruction, one who cares about no one. Malice smiled before putting the ring in her palm. She marched slowly over to her nearly crying mother and opened her hand. Malice's mother looked up at her, tears in her eyes, and smiled gratefully. She reached a shaky hand out for the golden ring, brimming with thankfulness. Malice whipped her body around and threw the ring as hard as she could at the sink. She then bounded over and pressed the garbage disposal button. Her mother burst into tears and her father sprinted from the room. The sadistic child drank her mothers pain up like a lạc đà after a long journey drank water. Malice silently strode from the room, a spring in her step. She was completely satisfied at that point, her revenge had been taken for her parents not buying her a pony. Malice was rotten all the way to the core, there was no tình yêu nor was there any feeling of compassion in her heart. She was a sadistic, masochistic, sociopathic, psychopathic, rotten, evil, girl. With no remorse what so ever, Malice pranced to her room. Years cách đây she had forced her parents to give her her own room which had aroused lots of problems. Her two brothers and two sisters now had to share a room. The girl quickly pulled off a pair of camouflage shorts and a gray tank hàng đầu, đầu trang before redressing in an all white nightgown. It's lacy embrace held her softly as she danced to her MAC laptop. Malice sweetly pressed her lips upon it to give it a kiss. She opened the polished laptop, pressed the on button, and swooped over to her window. Malice slid it open to reveal New York City's manic lifestyle. Lights blurred and flickered through the screen, creating a beautiful painted feeling. Sounds of the huge city drifted in slowly like âm nhạc from a gramophone. Malice calmly went back to her computer and sat down in her leather business chair. A light appeared at the bottom of the screen over the mail section. With surprise, she drew her chuột over it. A window snapped up, causing her screen to turn black. Malice began to jab at the screen, worried immensely. She soon became frustrated and kicked her desk. A skull popped up instantly on the blank screen. It was small, about the size of a child's fist, and bright purple. Blank, black, eyes stared at her, flames and flares of green coming off them. Malice scooted backwards slightly before leaning in closer. She cupped her hand over the chuột and scrolled the cursor over it. The insignia vanished abruptly but was instead replaced with a small message.
'Hello, Malice, I am Wolfe.' it read. 'I come to give bạn some news that may please hoặc displease you. We will be meeting soon, very soon. Prepare all bạn may but nothing will prepare bạn for this thêm than being yourself. I come from a very... Unique place. One where sun doesn't shine and hearts no longer exist. bạn can bring them back though... To continue, bạn will be coming here sooner than later than later than sooner. Bonjour, dear Malice. Sincerely, Wolfe' Malice gasped after finishing the odd message. She skidded backwards in her chair and slammed the laptop shut. Malice sprinted across her room with it tucked in her arms and threw the computer into her closet. She chim bồ câu, bồ câu into her purple and black striped bed, pulling the covers over her head. The girl then threw them off of herself. She was no wimp, a stupid prank email meant nothing to her. Malice laughed at her momentary fear, scoffing loudly. She slowly returned to a comfortable spot in her giường and closed her eyes blissfully. Malice drifted off into a cal sleep.
But the peaceful feeling did not last long as something began to poke her side.
"Hey there Malice, how are bạn doing?" a voice asked. Malice turned over and kicked her leg out angrily. The girl did not want to be waken up in the middle of the night for nothing. Her leg was grabbed swiftly before she was swung up in the air. Malice was thrown down to the floor with brutality and vigor. She slowly lifted her head up and glanced back, face dripping scarlet red blood. Thats when she saw, him. Tall, muscular, and adorned with an all black suit. The man's face was covered bởi a colorful cartoony cat mask which had black gems for eyes and pricked up ears. "it IS you! Oh yes! I get to watch Wolfe eat his words! Alright, come on then. Let's get bạn home." the man began to cackle maniacally before putting his hand out. Malice hauled herself up and leaned against the side of her bed. Blood dripped slowly out of her nose which had been broken bởi the man. She stared up at the creature blankly before reaching discreetly under her bed. Malice wrapped her fingers around the butt of a large pistol. She whipped it out and shot blindly. The girl slowly blinked her eyes open to reveal an empty room. Malice clawed her way to the window only to notice that the screen was gone. She peered out of it with wide eyes before passing out onto the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
COUNSELING
Malice was awoken bởi the sound of a siren blurring through the city. Dry, crusted, blood stuck to her face and was pooled on the floor. Malice Groaned and grunted as she pushed off the floor. With a great deal of effort, Malice prepared for the ngày ahead. She pulled some clothes over her head and guzzled down a bowl of cheerios. The girl pulled the door to her parents apartment penthouse open and stepped out onto the tile floor. Malice traveled with a bored expression on her face. She plodded about until reaching the damp pavement. New York City unfolded before her with it's huge skyscrapers and mountainous malls. Dry leaves crunched under her feet as she walked to school. It was fall and the leaves were beginning to change color. Malice clomped along, crunching and thumping, until she reached her small middle school. It was sandwiched in between to different strip malls and had few students. A few students approached Malice while others fled. One boy with a broken arm hid in a trashcan. Another student chim bồ câu, bồ câu into a bush. Malice grinned to herself at the sight, drinking in the fear and pain. A laugh echoed through the crisp air. Malice slowly turned on her heels to see a rather robust girl pointing and laughing at her.
"That's right! Laughing at you, Malice!" she chimed. A boy slapped his hand over the girl's mouth.
"You have a death wish hoặc something?!" he cried. Malice motioned for her Những người bạn to tham gia her. The group closed in on the two, daggers in each of their eyes. The small population of people Malice actually accepted knew they were to follow her and kill all that opposed her. Malice led these few people onward, straight at the boisterous girl. Fear slowly appeared in her eyes, clouding them with realization. Malice snapped once, the sign to begin battle. The girl turned to speed away but was caught in the stony grip of a tall African American man. He pushed her toward Malice who intercepted the girl with precision and eagerness.
"Thanks, Rocky." she cooed. The rest of her Những người bạn came closer, hoping to watch their master destroy someone completely.
"Kill her, Malice. Kill her." Rocky narrowed his eyes. The girl within Malice's grip struggled intensely but Malice kept her steady.
"I'm just going to... Switchblade me." she held out a hand. An eager girl with short, sandy, hair handed the weapon to her. Malice flicked the weapon open with a laugh and began. She Slowly began to slice at the girls arms and legs, letting blood run on her hands. The girl fainted and Malice snapped once more. Her Những người bạn went to work, picking the child up, moving her into an alleyway, and cleaning the trail of blood away. As a final touch, Malice whacked the girl over the head with a plank. She snapped again and the group reassembled outside the school. A loud chuông, bell rang through their ears and cut the air like a knife. Malice coolly strode inside, group of muscular sociopaths following her closely. After that, everyone went their separate ways. They rattled their lockers and scurried to their classes while Malice stopped at a drinking fountain. She pressed two fingers against the button, activating a stream of water. Malice pressed her medium sized ruby red lips against the stream and gulped down the tasteless, odorless, nectar. As she turned to walk away she slammed into a large suited man. The colorful cat mask was still on his face, it's gem eyes staring Malice down. He grabbed her arm and swung her up onto his back.
"PIGGY BACK RIDE!" the man yelled. He took off down the hallway, taking down children like a linebacker. Teachers screeched at him as he barreled down the halls. Malice screamed along with them, beating her fists against his back. The man paid no heed to her efforts to stop him and carried on. He skidded to a stop outside her English class and pushed her foreword. Malice's English teacher, Mrs. Holmes, perked her head up and peered at the tall, suited, man behind Malice.
"Can I help you?" she asked, a quizzical expression on her face. the man cackled lowly which let Malice know something was about to happen. Something bad.
"Why yes bạn can! I need a tissue, can I have one?" the man piped. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, rearing with excitement. Mrs. Holmes nodded, unsure of his presence, and handed him a tissue. "Now listen up kiddies! This is how bạn injure someone with a mere tissue." he winked. The man grabbed Mrs. Holmes throat and began to shove the tissue in her mouth. She made horrible retching noises until the Kleenex was gone.
"did bạn kill her?!" a boy cried.
"alas, I have not. Pixel does not do such things! I'm just kidding, I do kill people. I'm Malice's best friend, ain't that right? I'm going to watch her for the ngày and see just how life is with little Malice here." the man chirped. Pixel, as he was called, grabbed Malice and held her hand up.
"Wow, they really must be friends... No one's ever touched Malice before..." someone in the back whispered. Pixel snapped his hand up and pointed at the girl who'd spoken.
"Why yes we are!"
"ROCKY"
CREDIT GOES TO:
InvaderStickly (Creator of chapter.)
Invader Jet (Creator of Invader Jet.)
Solo28 (Creator of Invader Zero.)
It all started when two Invaders, Jet and Zero, got bored. Jet walked over to Zero. "What do bạn wanna do?" he said. "I dunno." he said. He gasped. He saw one object that changed his life. He could have sworn he heard heaven's âm nhạc playing... he saw... a taco... "MINE!" he yelled. He picked the taco off of the ground and at it whole. "I'm hungry." Jet said. "Get thực phẩm from earth." Jet looked confused. "There's thực phẩm on earth?" he asked. "There's thực phẩm EVERYWHERE!" yelled Invader Zero. "Earth is too far away." Jet said. "I do wish I could find my dad on earth." he said. "Have bạn met his SIR unit?" Zero asked. "No." Jet said. "It's really smart." Zero said. Zero burped and left. "A ROCK!" he yelled. He picked up the rock and threw it. He went over to the rock. "ANOTHER ROCK!" he said. He ate it. Jet was still hungry.
CREDIT GOES TO:
InvaderStickly (Creator of chapter.)
Invader Jet (Creator of Invader Jet.)
Solo28 (Creator of Invader Zero.)
It all started when two Invaders, Jet and Zero, got bored. Jet walked over to Zero. "What do bạn wanna do?" he said. "I dunno." he said. He gasped. He saw one object that changed his life. He could have sworn he heard heaven's âm nhạc playing... he saw... a taco... "MINE!" he yelled. He picked the taco off of the ground and at it whole. "I'm hungry." Jet said. "Get thực phẩm from earth." Jet looked confused. "There's thực phẩm on earth?" he asked. "There's thực phẩm EVERYWHERE!" yelled Invader Zero. "Earth is too far away." Jet said. "I do wish I could find my dad on earth." he said. "Have bạn met his SIR unit?" Zero asked. "No." Jet said. "It's really smart." Zero said. Zero burped and left. "A ROCK!" he yelled. He picked up the rock and threw it. He went over to the rock. "ANOTHER ROCK!" he said. He ate it. Jet was still hungry.