Prince-Shetan

How long had it been since she had been laying there? Days? Weeks? A lazy hand reached up and smacked the radio clock, the red numbers that had read "10:17" flicked off as the figure sat up, studying the window. It was a beautiful February morning. Sunyshore definitely never had snow, or a bad day. At least from the month she had spent here she hadn't seen a difference. She slipped over to the bathroom that was connected to her room, closing the door and locking it. She then promptly took off the oversized t-shirt she had decided to sleep in and the pair of boxers she had on and stepped into the shower, instantly waking up when the warm wat

It was the same old game we'd play. Fingers tightening against the rough nylon as we stared each other down. Chocolate vs. Chocolate eyes, the dangerous tango we played as his fun came to an end. "Gonna make a move, hotshot? Or are you too scared?" The reply I got was a mental challenge, the baring of teeth as the large figure sped down the fenceline, halting as dust and other objects flew up around him, then trotting the back end. Almost as if he knew this pattern too well. And this game we'd play would happen almost every time I set foot past that green fence, opening the rather simple gate and stepping into the deep sand which I still c

Watching. Waiting. In the shadows. A game so deadly it drove one to breaking the time-space continuum, one to her untimely death, one disappeared completely, one into a life of hiding, one was strangely unaffected (to our knowledge), and one was imprisoned; staring at blank, white walls. The plush interior was creepy, almost, as the boy sat restrained in the room. There were no windows; mind you, the only light came from the powerful lights above. Making him sweat. He shook profusely. Could it be? "It's been years...Since we've played...Friends." The Prisoner of society. Kadaj. He was incomplete, as the translation of his name suggests. Gr