Ghost Tick: Monster Ch.8The night in that hotel was quiet. After a little bit of convincing, Illiana eventually decided that I wasn`t sick, and finally went to bed.All that night I sat across the room awake, gazing out of the window at the city below. Every now and then I would take that tiny rock out from my pocket and gaze at it. It glowed in the darkness, almost as if it had a pulse.It was truly disturbing to think how more of that meteorite was stuck inside of me. I could see it glowing through my skin if I turned the lights off. I seemed to almost be giving off radiation.However, at the time, I didn`t understand it, and I wouldn`t for quite a while. What it truly was.The only things floating around in my young mind were thoughts of sorrow over my dead fiancée, and what I was supposed to do with the amnesiac I had taken in.Little did I know how much more I had to worry about in the future.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*As the days went by, they quickly turned into weeks, and then months.Illiana had s
Ghost Trick: Monster Ch.7After a very quiet drive, which Illiana had completely slept through, I had finally found a decent hotel for us to stay at. I made sure that it wasn't one of those nasty hotels where grubby men would take their cheap dates. No, this was a hotel perfectly fit for a young girl, clean, and well-rated. I absolutely would not add anymore trauma to this girl's night.Besides, I had never been a man known to take any sort of lady to a bad hotel. Sissel certainly knew that for a fact. I only treated her the best that I could, and took her to beautiful, warm places. She was truly my life, and I strived to make her happy.Unfortunately, both of those things were gone. Both Sissel...and my life. I was simply a dead man walking around in an indestructible body."Illiana," I quietly murmured, rubbing the girl`s shoulder so I wouldn't scare her awake. "We`re here now."However, she didn't move. She simply just let out an exhausted groan and turned over on her other side, facing away from me.
Official Wolfaboo DefinitionWolf·a·boo [wolf-uh-boo] (n.)1. Derived from the term Weeaboo (referring to a person overly obsessed with japan.) A Wolfaboo: "A person overly obsessed with wolves; one who equates a human life to that of a wolf; someone who defends and or glorifies wolves killing humans; Deems a wolf's live superior to a humans. Often misspelling the plural of wolf as 'wolfs'; Often, will make up lies and propaganda to defend wolves; most of the lies do not hold true when put to actual research."see: Ignorant, Stubborn, Brainwashed, Liar, Foolish definition by DonutPie
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