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The Avenger's Trio: Love Within Love: Ch. 2It was pitch black in the room, and Steve couldn't remember how he got into these kind of situations, he really didn't, but he could still hear the party going on outside. Tony was throwing the party(of course), it was in his mansion, and it had been a really fun party until now. So he thought about that, because she was kissing him and of course kissing was nice in the abstract, but he didn't even know her name and she tasted like alcohol and Lip Smackers.
It was unpleasant, but Steve didn't know how to extract himself from it, at least not politely. He couldn't back away from her because he was up against a wall. She was crumpling his shirt and her lipstick was smearing on his cheek when he turned his head, but she giggled and licked it. Steve concentrated on the noise of the party and just sort of took it.
With blinding intensity the lights flashed on, which startled him and there was suddenly someone in the doorway. Tony whistled sharply, like summoning a dog, and said, "Okay
The Avenger's Trio: Love Within Love: Ch. 1Tony Stark was working in the lab with his newly appointed partner Bruce Banner. Tony had on a pair of black jeans and a black buttoned up cotton shirt. His hair was the same as usual, spiked up and a little off to the side. His goatee was trimmed neatly, and what was weirder was that Bruce even noticed how well dressed he was, especially for a man that wanted to research nanobot technology. Bruce, himself, was wearing a white buttoned up dress-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair a curly mess as always.
"Stark." Someone from the threshold of the lab said.
When Tony looked up from his hunched over form, he saw Steve Rogers standing there in a blue t-shirt and brown slacks. An irritated look on his face.
"What does Captain Sparkle want, now?" He sounded a bit annoyed, and went back to work. He wasn't in the mood for Steve's usual jealous acts. Bruce looked up and simply sighed and continued to work.
Steve rolled his eyes at him and saw Bruce look over at them from the corner of his
My Glee OCName: Andrew Everett
Nickname (If there he/she has one): Drew
Date of Birth: 04/11/1994
Nationality: American, possibly a little British.
Personality: He's just as ambitious as Glee's own Ms. Rachel Berry. But instead of vying for the Broadway stage, he's more interested in the strobe lights and fog of the typical rock star stage. He's seen as cool, collected, and extremely flirtatious when he's singing, even though he doesn't seem to see it. He has the personality of a rock star, through and through. He's stated to do anything and everything he can to make it into the bright lights of stardom.
Likes: Girls, All Genres of Music, Singing, Cooking, and Writing his Own Music
Dislikes: Finn Hudson, Bullies, and Haters
Family: His father died when he was in middle school and was the one that encouraged him to pursue his dream. His mother remarried and the stepfather practically forced Drew to quit his dream, until he ran away.
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome. Usually weari
No MoreShe sat outside,
Watching the snow slowly fall,
All she could thing about was those lies,
And how life was too dull.
Her I-Pod blared Take a Bow,
The lyrics soothed her soul.
"But you put on quite a show,
Really had me going,
Now it's time to go,
Curtains finally closing,
That was quite a show,
But it's over now,
Go on and take a bow "
Story of her life,
She couldn't lie,
The words cut like a knife.
Maybe it was destiny,
He and her were never,
But did he think,
That they could be forever?
It's over now,
But could he tell,
That he was being foul.
He didn't see,
That she couldn't breath,
In the mirror,
Was her tears.
That oblivious laugh,
Those twinkling eyes,
He was just so daft,
With those accursed lies.
She sat in the tub,
Knees to her chest,
She wanted his hug,
But she was just a mess.
She wished he could see,
All the torture he inflicted on her,
If he would just leave her be,
She could hate him all alone
Christmas Horror Story Chapter 3III
The remaining nine traveled back into the band room, choosing to leave the two bodies where they were. When they were all seated in a circle, Marleen began to talk.
"Alright Tristan and Bryce are both dead so, now it's down to, who did it?"
"Well, it had to be someone with motive, opportunity, and means " Rachael said.
"What do those mean?" Brandon asked. Josh sighed and said,
"Someone had to want them dead, be able to separate themselves from us, and they'd have to be able to do it."
"Well Tristan was the weakest, so of course he was easy to pick off, and then Bryce was on his knees with his head pretty much already in the toilet, so there was easy opportunity right there," Stacy concluded, her arms crossed, staring at the others.
"But why would any of us want to kill them?" Robert asked.
"Well, which one of us wanted them gone?" Stacy asked, looking at Robert.
"Well no one liked Bryce, but all of us were fine with Tristan, right?" Matt asked, seconds later.
Christmas Horror Story Chapter 1Prologue
It was just a simple Christmas party
It was suppose to be jolly
No one was suppose to lie
No one was suppose to die
Would anything have made a difference
Would anything have changed
If the masked killer
Just hadn't of came
The sounds of sirens and flashes of light lit up the old parking lot behind the school. Men rushed around, trying to find the cause of the alarm. A giant blue door flew open and everything went silent as the bloodcurdling screams filled the air. A few teenagers stood in the snow covered parking lot, some crying, some screaming, but all of them, looked scared
Earlier That Same Day
The slam of a book bag onto the table got the attention of the noisy teenagers there. They all looked up in curiosity as the short, fiery girl smiled down menacingly at them, her hand still clenching the plaid book bag.
"Merry Christmas," she said with a wink. "So, I can expect some of you at my party tonight, right?" She dropped
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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