ni lah.. PAKWE KU :D

akhirnya ad gak keberanian nk bagi tahu seluruh dunie yg ak dah berboifren :]
Alhamdulillah..

name nye Mr X
jumpe kat kenduri kawen seorng nenek
di Negeri 9..
nenek tu kawen lagi...
ak pegi ah kenduri dy...
pastu..
pakcik ni, Mr X dy duk kat meja hujung
ak nk amek mknn tmbah.. sb x cukup
ak pon tego la pak cik tu

ak : Assalamualaikum; pakcik da makan?
X : Pakcik pose nak
ak : oh ye.. mintak maaf eh.. x tahu
X : X pe nk.. Nak da makan?
ak : dah.. ni round ketige :D
X : O_________O ;
oh xpe la nak.. enjoy meal.
ak : tp pakcik nmpk sedeh D: pk cik ok ke???
X : pk cik ok nak.. huh; sedeh bini pakcik kawen lagi
ak : e-e; bini pakcik ke yg kawen ni? gatai noo?
X : Pak cik tauu; dah die suke tukar laki lain2.. b*tch...
ak : fuiiiyoo; pakcik pon reti ke ckp bende cam tuu?? wowww
X : pak cik blaja dari exss pakcik ah..
ak : oo.. pak cik ad bape org ex?
X : 6.. ke 7.. masuk bini pkcik tu 8 :D
ak : -____________- ;.. pakcik da gilo
X : bkn salah pakcik/.. pakcik ni kan laki
ak : aah eh.. btol gak..
X : kamu berape umor?
ak : 16 :D pakcik?
X : 86.. x de ah byk sgt beza.. cume 70 puluh je.. pak cik penah kapel ngan budak lagi mude dari kamu
ak :? YEEE.. sape?
X : ntah.. pak cik da lupe.. wak tu tu pak cik mude lagi.. waktu pkcik 50 thn dulu..
ak : =.=;
X. : kamu nk couple ngan pakcik?
ak : eeee x moh ah...
X : pak cik ni.. ad syarikat kat England.. number one nye syarikat.. gaji pakcik sebulan Rm XXXXXXX.XX ((amaran mesti dirahsiekan)
ak : OOOOOOO
X : ni number pakcik.. and this is my card..
ak : OOOOOOO
X : call me ;]

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lalu ak pon bgtau la mak ak..
ak kapel ngan pak cik tu..
mak ak.. O___________O;
lalu tmparku ngan sedaye upaya..
with all her might!!!!!
ak ditampar..
ak lari..
skang ni ak duk ngan pak cik tu..
tp pak cik tu x buat ape2 kat ak :3
dy cume soh ak sembang je ngan dy..
ak smbg dy sonok dgr..
tp bile dy sembang
ak tido..
sbb dy ckp psl sejarah jepon
alahhaaaaii bosannnyeeee
huuuuu ;_________;

ak hr tu ad ah..
ckp ngan yong
ak nk lari dr umah..
tinggalkn pakcik tu..
PAKCIK TU TAHUU Ak MEN YM NGAN DY
pastu potong lain internet
cilakak toll
lalu mulalah
perang ku ngan mr X.. (name x harus diketahui.. itu mengumpat namanya)
sume lagu dlm mp4 ak dy gi tukar.. LAGU ZAMAN SEBELUM MALAYSIA MERDEKA
DD8
terkozut den..
pak cik tu ckp "nak, x baik dgr lagu bukan2"
>.>;
pastu..
gamba laki2 hensem dlm kom ak..
sume dy delete....
gantikan ngan gamba2 dye..
bukan waktu mude..
WAKTU SEKARANG D:
yg dah kerepot lagi bongkom
itulah gmba yg memenuhi hard disk kom ak
;_;
henfon ku pulak..
dy delete sume nom dan file..
hanya ad 4 numbor je dlm phone ak
iaitu
mr X 012
mr X 014
mr X 019
mr X 016
sbb tu la ak lame x msg korg.. sori eh

ak x thn sudah hidup ngan dy..
ak panggil lah cinta lamaku Gackt..
terkejut ku melihat wajah nya yg juga sudah berkedut..katanya baru balik dr award..
tp dy hanya dpt num 2.. yong nye pakwe lak dpt num 1.. ternyata dahi nye bertambah berkedut lagi..
ak sedih melihatnye lalu menyapu krim SKII mak ak yg dibeli ngan harga rm xxx.xx
kedut di dahi nye hilang sedikit demi sedikit..
namun dy tetap kelihatan tue..
tp xpe lah..
sbb femes ak snggp lari dgnnye..
ak pon blah dr rumh pk cik tu..
tp ak x boleh tinggalkannye begitu sahaja..
ak ambil minyak tanah dan petrol dr motossikal hayabusa kepunyaan gackt. ( tautau cool kan :D)
lalu curahkannye ke rumah pakcik itu..
dan membakar rumahnye.. bersama2 pakcik yg x sempat melarikan diri
pakcik...
terbakar; rentong; hangus..
ak terpaksa buat begini supaya tiada lagi gadis yg sematerialistik ak yg sanggup ke sisi pakcik tu semata2 kerna duit
ak menyesal..
skrg
ak buang sifat materialistik ku..
supaya tidak lagi ku termakan umpan duit ..
ak kini sedang menjalani kehidupan ku yg bahagie bersame kekasih pertama ku; Gackt g kugila2kan waktu form 2-3 dulukala..
dan dy memberikan ak 2 buah porche.. ak menolak... dan 3 minit kemudian ak mengambil kunci nye semula..
dan melekat plat P di cermin belakang dan hadapan kereta itu..
org lain tgk ak bawa porche..
dgn plat P..
lalu ketawa terbahak2 di jalan raya.. menyebabkan kemalangan jalan raya berlaku..

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END!

mintak maaf pakcik...

((cerite rekaan semata2))

The Third Alice

OOC;
the third Alice is a longer chapter.. yeah please keep on reading.. only 2 more chapter XDD all ends at Alice number 4... but yeah.. seriously it took me a whole 3 days to finish this third Alice && man please appreciate my hardwork x3333 >8)

THE THIRD ALICE

<sup>England 1699, born a young girl the first day of spring. A baby with skin as white as the purest snow, skin as soft as an angel and emerald hues to complete a perfect facial for a new born baby. The baby was born from a normal happy couple who had married for 20 years but never had any children. Having a baby for this pair of commoner was indeed a treacherous gift from God.

The beautiful soon grew up and was named Alice as a resemblance to her beauty. Alice was then an attention to the whole city she lived. At the age of ten, a duke came approaching her family, a greeting from London. He came and bought the whole family a new house and thousands of pretty dresses for Alice to wear. Alice replied his sincere kindness with the most beautiful smile ever created on an innocent child’s face. Soon as she lived in the city, more and more gifts were given to her by numerous rich men over the country. This is all thanks to her seraphic facial and figure, she had became an attention to whole England.

Soon as she was turning sixteen, many men from different cities and country, from poor to rich seek for marriage from her. Many men were fighting over, wanting to keep her as something to be kept as theirs forever. This had caused quite a disturbing circumstance to the whole family. As the year ran by, Alice was kept in her house locked away by her father. The King himself soon came to their house offering a ring to the poor serene girl who had not knew what love mean to her. She sighed big the whole time she was locked in. Her raven hair was long now, tied in pigtails and her front bangs covering half her eyes. She wiped them away letting her soft black silky hair swept by the wind. As she was waiting in her locked room with closed window her dearest father came. He pulled her by her arms violently and she was dragged and fell on to the floor.

“Papa, what is the matter?” She asked, her voice was low and very soft. She spoke as if she was singing to her father.

Her father took some of her dresses that she felt comfortable with and put it in a sack. Her mother was also busy packing up some things while she laid there on the floor clueless and yet afraid to open her tiny pink lips to ask what ever happened. Her mother then quickly undressed her and dressed her with male’s clothes .Her hair was tied into a knot by her mother and she kept the beautiful perfect long hair in a chapeau. The day quickly shifted into night as moon rose while the sun sank. They were all wearing dark robe as in to cover them from be seen by people. The city was in total darkness as all were in their slumber. It was beyond midnight. They were riding black horses so they couldn’t be seen by any people and cause suspicion among the country. Her mother rode with her; Alice herself never had been placed on top of a horse. It made her anxious of the situation now yet she kept her mouth tight all of the time.

They rode for few days far from the country they had been living. Alice felt ill through the quest. It had been the longest period for she to stay out day and night not covering herself with any shelter. For weeks she had been nauseated and shuddered. It made her mother worried and pleaded her father to stop the quest for a few days. They stopped in the middle of a small country, Lithuania. A peaceful country far from any commotion and ferment. Ah the scenery was a complete set with flowers from various types. Lilies, bougainvilleas, hydrangeas, roses, sunflowers bloomed wildly here. Alice’s pale facial sparkled seeing those beautiful saplings blooming with full delights.

“Father please let me down?” She pleaded her father with her emerald hues locked on his. His father couldn’t resist the exotic feeling her daughter had. He let her go a few fingerbreadths away from them letting her played with the blooming colored grasses. She was dancing gracefully. Her hat fell letting her hair dropped out, free to breathe the fresh air. It was getting longer a few inches. Her mother smiled, tears welded in her pairs drying as she had never seen her daughter so pretty and happy at the same time. Ah it had been so long she thought. Few footsteps then heard approaching Alice. She turned around finding a tall figure dressed elegantly standing close to her.

“You are not familiar around here. Are you new?” He asked her. His voice was low, deep very charming. She was drowned in his soothing voice. She starred her lips were too heavy to hung open. Her emerald pairs shined locking on his platinum blond that was squalled and made a mess of it. Her face flushed pink and the color stretched to her ears and it was obvious for that man to seen her blushed for him. She turned around running to her parents hiding her petite body behind them.

“Aaah. I am deeply sorry I had no intention scaring you away,” He paced forward walking to her parents while his blue pairs searching for the hidden girl.

“We were traveling. We had to stop here, this child of ours had fallen ill” the father spoke seeing him as a fine gentleman that could be trusted, he let a small smirk drawn on his dull expression. Her mother smiled as well.

“Ah, no wonder she was red. You can call me Leon by the way. ” He let out a soft chuckled and it made Alice flushed deeper. Her heart was throbbing really fast and she placed both her hands on her cheek. It was really warm. Almost to burning hot. She had never experienced this feeling. It was uneasy for her to handle it yet, a very pleasant one either.

Leon let the family of three to his house. It was a big mansion indeed. Leon was a son of a duchess here. Unfortunately her whole family was murdered living him with a huge place called home with only him and a butler, Sebastian to live in it. There were a lot of room and he gave Alice her mother’s. It was a very special one yet a very special person whom he met less than a day had it filled.

They lived happily without any upheaval. Alice and Leon had become best of friends and their bond was getting stronger. However, nobody confessed their feelings until now. Alice was waiting for him yet he looked at Alice with the same glance that he gave to other women. This had made Alice given up hope that her love was never returned. A year had passed since then. Her father was terribly sick. He was dying and left Alice with a beautiful necklace with a heart shaped pendant. It fit her and highlighted her elegance. Alice grieved her father death. Not long from her mother death, her mother died from drinking a poison. She could not stand not living with her husband thus leaving her with a note saying fare well and a piece of flower shaped brooch. It was a very pretty one and her mother’s good luck charm. Alice was left with one hope only; Leon.

There was an evening where Leon was having a dinner with Alice. It was a quite dinner with only the two of them sitting at the end of each side of the table. The dinner was the same as usual yet it was a peculiar one as well. As she drank a glass of red wine, she fainted. Leon stood up calmly walking to her. He picked her up bride style and put her to bed. It was not a shocking matter for him at all. It was all planned thanks to Cantrell, a drug that was mostly used by an Italian person to make someone fall under an illusion and fell a deep sleep not remembering anything. He sighed sitting next to her gazing at her beauty while her eyelids closed shut.

“As time passed by, I feel that my heart must keep hidden. So I may approach, yet I heave a sigh. Because around you I feel far from myself” He picked her hands intertwined his fingers with her frail ones and kissed it. He leaned closer to the sleeping angel and placed his lips on her. It was a small peck yet her taste was alluring. A knife was held in his hand, he was planning to cut her throat. As he placed the knife an inch from her throat his hand suddenly trembled vigorously and it dropped the knife. Tears were flooding his eyes and it felt dropped by dropped soon turned into tears of waterfall. “In my ordinary love, I knew you are far too good to be mine. I held this knife so no one could have you beside me. Yet, seeing you slept like this had made me clearly loved you that I could not let anyone laid any fingers on you and even me myself could not hurt you.” He cried burying his face in his palm soon after falls asleep beside her.

While Alice who was laid there eyes still closed shut was having a dream of her own. She walked following a red path as there were no other paths to follow. She walked and walked till her paced became slower, her feet was beginning to lost powers. The red path soon came to an end bringing her into a very beautiful garden, blooming only with blue flowers. Ah it was a very beautiful sea of blooming rare blue flowers. Hydrangea, lilies, roses and various more flowers made up a wide blue sea. Alice held her arm wide open feeling the wind that were sweeping her long raven hair and tickled her fair skin. She sipped her hair behind her ear as she smelled a beautiful scent. It was a fragrance made off jasmine, daisies, and other beautiful things made up the most beautiful scent she had ever smelled. Her feet paced towards the smell while her nose sniffed the scent. The fragrance then brought her to a table. On it was a long thin glass and a bottle of green wine. Next to the wine was a small piece of white card written ‘Drink me!’. She opened the bottle and sniffed it. Ah it was the scent that she smelled. Her throat was suddenly burned with thirst and she poured some of the wine into the glass and sipped it little by little until all of it sank down t her throat. Her thirst disappeared but soon after she felt a terrible headache. Her head was aching with the most malicious pain she ever felt. She fell on her knees both hand holding her head tight. She screamed for help and her eyes opened leading her back into the real world. As she woke up she saw Leon was beside her. His head was fast asleep on the bed while his body sat on the floor. Alice smiled. He must’ve been really tired looking after her.

As she stood up and let her feet on the ground, a terrible pain reached her. First reaching her head then it crawled through out her whole body. She fell down. Screaming piercingly as she could, Leon quickly woke up hearing her shriek. “Alice!” He ran to her picking her up and let her rest on his past only he was terribly shocked looking at the girl she loved so dearly. Her beautiful emerald eyes were red, full covered with blood. Alice was gliding with pain soon; she held Leon’s face in her palm.

“Leon, don’t die. Don’t please? You won’t leave me all alone will you?” In her eyes she saw a dead body in front of hers. It was Leon. Seeing her beloved died made her screamed more frequently. Se could not accept any more death. She cried terribly and her tears soon become bloody red as there were no more tears to produce except blood.

“But Alice, I am here. Next to you, and I would not go anywhere far from you” Her voice rose trying to convinced her but all she did was crying and screaming saying Leon died. She fell asleep soon. Leon was incredibly agitated with her actions and saying. Was she hallucinating? Blood were clearly oozing from her hues and it made guilt rose in his body as he knew drugging her would gave her an antagonistic effect afterwards. He sighed deep looking down terribly at her. His face was burning with shame of his act earlier. He picked her up and cleaned her from the crimson red that covered her and quickly put her in a very beautiful wedding dress letting her asleep in it. In his thoughts, as soon as she woke up, that would be the moment he proposed to his angel.

It had been four whole days and Alice had not awakened from her slumber yet. Leon faced turned pale as his worried deepen for her loved one. He did not dominate perfect meal and his life though out these four days was only to keep a close eye on his angel. The night before the fifth day, Leon was deeply fatigue. He fell asleep looking after her. Alice suddenly woke up again, she looked around. From her sight she saw Leon’s dead body laid beside her. Her face changed. Yet, no more tears were able to lapse down. She let her feet on the ground with a wedding dress that was slipped on her, she walked out the mansion. Her feet did not know where to bring her, yet it kept pacing forward. She walked and walked until she arrived at the city. Ah, the city was very calm and peaceful as always. Lithuania was one of the most beauty countries with cities that were always calm and serene. The treacherous moon lit upon her. Her face was in deep tragic.
From Alice’s point of view, what she saw is very parallel from what was real. The city was burned downed. The road was covered with red crimson covering cobblestone roads in the city. Dead bodies were all over the ground. Pieces of marble hung awkwardly from buildings, cement cracked and stone pillars toppled over like dominos. Benches were strewn over the broken floor, blood dried and mottled over the cream colored floors, bodies still thrown over the cracked steps leading to the desecrated statue of the King of Lithuania. The beautiful stained glass characters shattered and thrown along the ground from the previous battle held not but a few days ago seemed to glitter with a red light, pieces reflecting the morose scenery. She indeed could not believe what she saw and she cried. Crying alone she fell on her knees and cried the whole night until tears fell from her emerald eyes. Again, she was crying blood. She sniffed wiping all of the red from her white snowy skin and it made her filthy covered with blood. She then, saw an officer who was standing by a pole which was cracked and in a few moments the pole might fall down on him. She walked barely to the officer, with a wedding dress stained by crimson red.

“Mister Officer, Everybody died!” Her vice was low yet her tone was at an aerial pitch. She thug at the officer’s clean uniform approaching him and as the officer turned around looking at her he was indeed astounded by her appearance. Her clothes, beautiful face all was smeared with crimson gore. He helped her up and she told him everything she saw with her own eyes yet, what she saw was doubtlessly clashing from what the officer saw. Then, many more approaching them asking what had happened to the beautiful lady. Alice’s view did not change. It was the same monstrous situation she saw. The officer called her crazy abide her traumatic act and hysteric behavior, he locked her in a prison hoping she would stay silent until she could get over her fear.

Leon on the other hand searching for Alice and pictured her to people all over the town so that they could help him searched her. A boy then said to him that the officer took her in and locked her into a prison as they said that the beautiful lady Leon pictured was seeing distorted things. Leon ran dashing to the officers and begged them to let Alice free. All of the police there could not agree with Leon’s wish. He kept pleading and one of the officer let him in bringing him to her to look at her serious insane behavior. She was locked securely in a cell made of hard steel. The officer unlocked the bar and let him in. Leon fell on his knees. He was in an absolute awe seeing her loved one being tied by white clothes around her with steel surrounded all over her so she couldn’t flee the situation. Her eyes were patched as well as her mouth was tied by cloth so she could not scream and shriek saying that she saw death. It was too cruel for Leon to accept it. Leon then murdered the whole station and brought Alice’s body home. He untied her and washed her. Her eyes were half opened. Her smile died. Tears were endlessly run down her emerald pairs. He wiped them away and they were still there starting from the corner of her eyes. Alice was a living dead for the time being. She was only crying all the time; without any words to say, without any food to be eaten, and without any night to fallen asleep.

It had been several weeks since then. Alice’s condition was the same. The only choice for Leon was to kill her but his hand froze as well as his whole body at the thought. He then put her in a coffin of ice and sealed her frozen deep under his mansion without any sunlight. Killing her was far too barbaric for him yet he kept her frozen as an ice statue so her beauty will remain for eternity. “Alice, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, yet your fate was deigned too cruel for you. Your destiny and you yourself was an imperfect match. I am sorry I could not protect you” He touched the cold ice block that was keeping Alice. He smiled gazing at her beauty for the last time before he cut himself on the throat, then died in front of her with blood oozing from his throat, redden the grey floor.


The third Alice was little a green one due to her bright emerald eyes that charmed anyone who gazed them. Drinking a poisoned wine in wonderland, then fainted taken over by a distorted dream. Her sight became parallel soon after. She was afraid of death as she saw many thus was kept as an ice by her loved one as her beauty shall remain forever.</sup>

The Second Alice

OOC::
hmmm :3
this is the second alice.. I forgot to tell you; keep on reading till the end of the story cos yeah.. All alice are related.. (bapak ak pon x caye ak bley tulih crite dramatic) XDD



THE SECOND ALICE

<sup>Set in Italy 1694, few years after the destruction of a kingdom called Freya, Middle of France. The destruction was caused by a terrible firestorm caused by an unknown woman called Alice. Alice was no longer seen after the incidence. People had it said that she died along with the fire. Others just said she was a witch sent by demons to destroy Earth. Yet, all of these things didn’t interrupt a life of a young Italian named Alice.

The second Alice was a fragile blue. His life was only full of music. His voice, talent were all God’s gifts for him who loved music. The second Alice was a fragile man in blue whose passion was only on music. Non other than that.

He was born on December 16, Milan, Italy. During his birth his mother was in a total shock knowing that she had given birth to a boy. Her mother despised the fact that her blood-related child that was born few seconds ago was a boy. So, she named him Alice after few days given birth to him. She had hatred towards men since her one only loved one cheated on her leaving her behind with a bump.

It was very hard indeed for a man to live his life forward carrying the name Alice everywhere. While still young at age, getting kicked, punched and slammed was compulsory for him each day. Bruises and wounds were drawn on his pale snowy skin. No one cared for him. Even his own mother threw him away while he couldn’t learn to speak on his own. He was a fragile boy in blue who was very lacked given of love. A year after his mother suicidal case, a fine elegant lady who was at her mid-age approached him. She was a rich one who had Spanish accent in her speech. Her fingers was full covered with jewelry yet, when she saw a young boy sat alone in front of an orphan house with an innocent not-knowing what was happening around him, she couldn’t ignore the boy. He had such angelic look on his and the crystal sapphire eyes were just too dazzling. This made her thought of her dead son. A fetus who couldn’t survive in his mother’s womb. She sat next to him.

“You’re one fine boy who will be very useful for me one day” She smiled patting his soft blond.

“My name is Alice. Will you hate me for that?” He asked. His eyes were as pure as a seraph.

“Of course not my dear” She hugged him. This was a start of a new life for the second Alice.

He grew up with his new mother, Madam Red as she never wears anything more than red. Her hair was painted red from gold and her red stunning eyes were as stunning as a vixen. As he grew up he learned more about himself. He was given a gift of creating music. At the age of 10 he created a music that was never heard of human kind. With his beautiful angelic voice he soothed people off their minds creating peace. At the age of 16 while playing a string instrument as well, he sang to the King. He was rumored as being an Angel.


December 1714 he turned 21. The night the day he was born, he dreamt a dream. In his dream he saw himself walking deep down into a weird place. A place full of roses and those roses weren’t the normal ones that people get from their garden. The roses were blue. There was a garden full of blue roses. He plucked one of the rose before he began hearing a soothing beautiful melody. He hummed along with the melody later creating his own words to fit the melody he heard. This dream was the most beautiful event he had dreamt. If only it was real he thought. In his dream he saw himself singing a beautiful melody he never heard of. He sang and sang and created a world of his own. This world was a psychotic world. His singing voice killed thousands in his dream and wilted those innocent blooming roses. Then, came a man with an eye patch covering his left ones. The man held a blue revolver in his then shot him right into his heart. In his dream, he died with wilted rose surrounding his unedifying death.

Quickly he woke up from the nightmare he had. He walked downstairs to the grande piano in his mansion he had live with his ‘mother’, Madame Red he played the melody he heard in his dream and noted down creating words for the music. As he was playing the weird song from his dream, his mother came down approaching him.

“Alice, what was that noise you played?”

“Noise? But, mother I had a most brilliant dream. And this soothing music I heard in my dream was so beautiful and oh I had to note it down before I forget it” Alice’s said with hope in his voice.

“Music? Beautiful?!” She shrieked. “This noise you played in the middle of the night where millions are still slumbering you called this music?!” She walked close taking the note he jotted down while ago. She picked the sheet he created and was shocked to see there were only scribbling quavers, semibreve and such. This music she saw was a piece of disaster. “This is the most disgusting thing I had ever seen in my whole life!” She torn the papers and went straight back to bed.

Alice stared at her mother’s chaotic act. The piece was heavenly. For him it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Yet, his Madame Red was his first priority and he had promised that he would never with her mother’s words. Even though he had suffered everynight as he dreamt the same dream every night he slept and the music in his dream had stuck in his mind. He felt he wanted to sing the music of his dream to the world.

April 1715, it was spring. Alice was invited to the Castle to sing a holy song of peace to the Italians as they were in great peace. This was to show their gratitude towards Italy. There he stepped on the luxurious stage and millions in front of him came down from all over the world in order to hear his perfect voice. As his lips began to widen, his mind went blank. There was no music in his head. Only empty spaces as if black hole had sucked all of his music in his head. Then suddenly without his control he began singing the song he heard from his dream.

As he was singing the false sheet he got from his dream, the various people whop came far and near just to see him singing died, suffering from the lyrics he sang. For him, it was the most beautiful piece he had ever hard and sang. But nevertheless did he knew, the sheet was a haunted one. It was a macabre, a disaster for others. The music made his voice so high pitched that his voice penetrated each pair of hears that were present. Each word of his vocal sliced the brain that heard the music. As he opened his eyes he saw people suffering from the sheet he just sang. He looked around at the disastrous moment. Tears welds in his blue hues and it made them turned red as he saw his own ‘mother’ Madame Red who lied with both eyes opened. Blood were oozing from her ears as if someone had shot her through her ears. He scream dashing briskly to his dear beloved putting her dead head on his lap, grieving for her. There was no one there who could help him as only dead body surrounded him. Before he soon given all hope footsteps approached him. He turned around with wide eyes and mouth hanged open. It was a man with an eye. The other was covered in black patched wielding a blue revolver in his hand.

“You- You were there in my dream” He said his tone was low yet his voice was very clearly beautiful. “Tell me, please. Why-”

BANG!

The second Alice couldn’t finish off his sentences. He was shot right through his heart. Yet, he didn’t die off straight away. He was still conscious eventhough he knew that his heartbeat should stop any second. As his vision was getting blurred, he heard birds chirping far up the sky with bells chirming. There he saw a garden with thousands of blue rose. This time it was different with what he dreamt. The roses weren’t wilting and dying, they were blooming beautifully. He managed to plaster a little piece of smile before he closed his eyes for eternity. Yet, a song was created after his death.

The second Alice was a fragile blue. Singing the world with his soothing voice, yet filling regions with so many false created notes, that was of a crazy blue world. This new Alice was of a rose; he was shot and killed by a mad man with left eye covered in a black eye patch. It left a flower blooming sadly red; the one who was loved is now forgotten.</sup>

The First Alice

THE FIRST ALICE.

Aaah, France 1714. The world has just revolved. In a small kingdom of Freya there she was. Serving the king and queen of the kingdom Freya while everyday she was in red. Both her clothes and skin was painted red as she was indeed the greatest warrior. Yet it was a sin for women to be greater than men. She was a taboo. She was the first Alice, a gallant woman in red.



The story of the first Alice sets off when she held the cursed sword given by the King of Freya. It said that the sword was only for those who were strong enough to hold it in their rough hands covered in red. It was the sword of Wonderland. Rumors had said that it took centuries to yield the powerful sword. Yet, within centuries it had kill thousands. The same goes for whoever held this piece. Many had died. The sword of Wonderland never had its true master as no one is able to control it. It was indeed a thrill for Alice to hold such wonderful strong sword in her palms yet it was a huge honor indeed.

The first Alice then took the sword in hers then felt as if her soul was sucked deep into the sword as her pair of ruby hues set place at the sword. A smirk was drawn on her jubilant face then knelt before the King and Queen. Since that moment the kingdom Freya enlarges, engulfing other smaller kingdoms such as the kingdom Remnant, Julius, and Alexandra’s. Freya then became a well known kingdom. Peasants, patrons and artistes came increasing the population of Freya. This happened because of one thing. Freya never lost in a war. It was all a deep oblige to Alice herself as she got stronger every second she held the sword of Wonderland in her. Most have the thoughts that maybe Alice was the true holder of the sword of Wonderland and the savior of these centuries. The King praised her and throne her with positions, wealth and luxury. She was indeed honored with the King’s gratitude towards her. Yet no one knew what she suffered. Every night since she held the powerful sword, a dream came, visiting her. In those dreams she was nevertheless than a young woman with beauty, luxury and power. However, in every of her dream ended with nightmares. Suddenly everything turned crimson. She tried to wake herself up everytime her wonderful dream turned into nightmares yet there was no strength. She couldn’t force herself to wake up leaving headaches run in the morning. These made her decision to be stronger. To keep those dreams away, far away from her forever.
Few months later then set another rumor of people men being slaughtered alive while women disappeared. Children were killed. Their corpses were there but without heads on. This made worry to both the King and Queen of Freya as their kingdom was once again far from peace. More and more commoners went out to other kingdoms seeking for an exotic life. The King then briskly summoned Alice and commanded her to seek for the man who was responsible for al of these chaotic and macabre acts. Alice knelt down once again agreeing on the King’s order and held her troops for a mission guarding humanity every night.

So far, every night there was to guide the people of Freya, Alice was never present with her troops. Her absence made curiosity to her troops and one of those obscure night, the treacherous moon spoken. There was a boy in her troop. A boy of age 16 with his pale skin as white as the snow and his eyes were as azure as the sky. With a man as beautiful as the sky it made people wonder why she joined the troop. No one knew. The only one knew was that the boy himself sacrificed his youth and life to the gallant woman in red, Alice. He was deeply in love with her yet without anyone knowing. The only thing he could wish right now was to be stronger than her so that he could protect the whole Kingdom and his love as well.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” a shriek went by. The troops ran to the source of a woman screaming. Dozen pairs f eyes went wide and crazy as no one could not believe the neurotic, veiled murderer was non other than the true knight of Freya. It was indeed Alice. They were trembling as her white Caucasian skin was covered with lots of blood and the sword she wields glowed bright. Brighter than the moon itself. She chuckled. Her chuckled later turned into deep hysteric laughs and this made the soldiers had no other choices than to kill her for the sake of Freya. As they were pacing forward trying to gather up all strength slash! The soldiers went down one by one, died. It wasn’t Alice who killed them. It was the small boy who felt deep in love with Alice. Alice ruby hues stared into his blue pairs seeking for consciousness for an answer to the question what happened and what had she done. Tears weld in her eyes and he paced towards her embracing her before he drugged her with sleeping pills.

It was several days after the incident Alice woke up not knowing what day is today and what had happened since the night she last shed blood of innocent human. It was a dark night indeed. Dark clouds were graving the sky with sadness. She looked around and spotted a familiar looking boy.

“You are-”

“Shhhh” He placed his frail finger on his marble lips. “Hush now you are not worthy of speaking advert to your status and condition.”

“Then, where am I?” she asked. Her ruby eyes were calm and serene.

“A secret place.” His voice was soft and passion then paced few steps towards her before he knelt down in front of her and took her hand kissing it. “I’m sorry, but you are now locked here. This is for your own good, and for the sake of Freya.” He said his eyes drawn into hers.

Her face was clueless to what had happened. She nodded and few moments later he disappeared through the door locking her behind it keeping her safe from being hunt down. As the male walked off, her head went berserk. It was the most caustic pain she ever felt and later she went out cold leaving her body walked off searching for the sword as it was locked in a locked chest. She had no key but her hand suddenly act on its own and took a pin from her hair and solved the puzzle to open the locked chest. There, she saw a gallant sword laying on its own without any friend. She took the sword and said “Don’t worry, you’re not alone anymore.” Within seconds she turned the door into rusted tiny pieces and went off killing people making her own path in the forest by cutting everything down. This wasn’t enough for her. So she burnt the kingdom down.

The first Alice was a gallant red. Wielding a sword in wonderland, she sliced down everything in her way. Her trailed was only a bloody red path as she brought innocent blood on her skin and clothes. This Alice was indeed controlled by the sword, had no where to go. She was trapped as a wanted fugitive. If it weren’t for the red path she made, no one would think she ever existed. Thus, Alice was trapped in her nightmare for eternity.

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forgot to warn you guys before reading 83...
wear glasses!!!....
may had seizures afterwards -_-;
like it :D?

Prologue

OOC ;
this is a story i wrote based on the original vocaloid song Alice of Human Sacrifice && Story of Evil



There was once a little dream.
No one knows who had dreamt it,
It was such a small dream.
This made the little dream think,
“I don’t want to disappear, how can I make people dream me?”
The little dream thought,
And at last had an idea
“I will make people come to me and they will make my world”

Assassins (prologue) new project!!!

Assassins

(prologue)

Will I ever overcome the burden on my chest? The sins that overwhelm me since I found my light that decept maliciously so that I would always be strong to live…

I remember that night clearly. A night where I cried solemnly alone while a smile still curved on this pale skin of mine under a bleeding black sky. The night where Mama died leaving me alone in this ridicule world of hatred. A world where people craved for fortune and raving for killing. A world full of deleterious lie was too much for me to engulf.

“Aaaah!”

“Damn Souji!!!”

Crash!!!

My raging desire was illuminated by the fragmented morals born from the treacherous moon.

A bottle of sake was thrown onto my head. Papa threw it and it landed perfectly on my head. Blood was oozing from the cut of the bottle which came crashed on my head. I saw crimson. Everywhere was redden as I opened my eyes to look at the person whom I called father for the past 10 years I’d lived.

“That whore cursed us by leaving you under our caring. But you’re nothing but disappointed rubbish. You cannot do anything right. You’re a disgrace of the Okita clan Souji. You should never be called an Okita” His brother hit me with his wooden katana. More and more blood gushed out of my head. I even coughed that crimson disgusting liquid. I lay on the ground bare foot with shirts torn. I breathe slowly suffocating for the sweet oxygen. Slowly I helped myself to sit on the ground and faced them with a sarcastic smile curved on this filthy face of mine. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it better the next time” I smiled softly at all of the people standing in front of me whom I called family then pushed myself up and walked back to the estate to pick up more grains and rice and keep it in the barn.

The pack of rice and grains were heavy. Yet everyday I thought of as if I was carrying a sack of light cotton. I missed Mama very much. The last pack of rice I carried at last. I sat on the wooden floor at the footstep of the old dusty barn. I drank the water which I took from the deep well. Even if it was dirty at least it could loosen up the thirst that was swelling in my throat. I sighed then looking up at the agonizing sad moon. It was a very beautiful moon glittering in the sky. Such treacherous moon but why was it crying. Maybe it was alone as the sky was empty with the absence of the stars. Looking at the moon reminded me about Mama. I missed Mama so much. The truth was very cruel. I am not the biological son of this family. Mama had an affair with another man he loved and had me as a son of his affair and Mama. I am an illegitimate son. I cried under the writhing night. It was then I heard an eerie voice screaming for help.

“SOMEONE HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I was scared but my curiosity was hungry to know what was that screaming was. I walked slowly to the place of incident and saw a few police officers slaughtered to death by a mysterious man who was all wrapped up like a mummy. His body was covered with blood and at that moment I saw he sliced the police into two. One of the officer’s head was cut off from its body and it rolled and came in front of me. I wanted to scream but a voice could not come out from my lips. I walked a few steps away and accidentally stepped on a branch. I covered my mouth and there he turned around and looked at me. He saw me. What am I going to do? Am I going to die? I could not think anymore. Maybe dying was not so bad. He walked closer and closer to me holding a shiny sword which was dirtied by numerous of human blood he killed. I walked backwards and back again until I met a wall and sat involuntarily.

“Boy. You saw what happened. Unfortunately no one’s going to hear your story because too bad you’re going to die soon.” His rough voice spoke for the first time.

I could not answer his words. All I could do was smiled and laughed. “Boy, you’re dying. Yet you managed to laugh. Are you not afraid of dying?” He questioned.

“No. I wanted to die. At least I can meet Mama later” I looked up at him smiling. “Dying is not bad right? If it was made fast..” I paused then he kept his sword and helped me up.

“There’s no need to kill someone like you. I’ll spare your life if you give me food and bandages.” He said. I was clueless at that time yet I did what he told.

Stealing didn’t make me felt guilty. I always did this whenever Papa did not give me food or whenever I was really hungry but no one ever bother my existence. I went into the kitchen and stole some rice and bandages and hurried back to barn where I hid the man I just met. I gave him the rice and bandages and hid myself behind the pack of grain which was physically bigger than my small body. I was too scared to faced him even if he spare my life.

“I-I’m sorry if the rice’s too plain, Sir.” My voice was shaking and indeed he noticed that.

“I have a name. Shishio’s the name and don’t ever call me sir.” He smirked and pulled me out from behind the pack of grain. I sat in front of him silently watching him ate the food I gave him. He told me who he was and I told him who I was and told him everything that happened for the past 10 years in my life. Somehow deep inside me I felt as if this man understood me and he could be trusted. It was the first time I told about the misfortune of my life to someone and I felt grateful that I did that. It was as if a heavy burden was lifted from my shoulder. All I could do was smiled.

“You had lived a hard life but you smiled a lot” He said his red crimson eyes were serious looking at me and I felt as if his glanced pierced through my frail body.

“It had become a habit of mine. Usually I cried and fight back when I was scolded. But they’ll get pissed even more when I did that. So I just smiled and accepted whatever they did to me. Thrown, hit, cut, and kicked I’m already used to it. When I smiled I felt as if I just won because I am able to smile even though I was abuse badly by them.” I said looking down on the ground could not meet his eyes. Then he gave me his sword. “Keep it. Made useful of it whenever you need it”

“E-Eh??” My eyes widen in shock. “I think you need it more than me. The police will be looking for you and..”

“Shut up and just keep it” He cut my words. “Let me tell you the basic of nature.’ The strong will live and the weak will die’ that was the basic learning of nature and everyone knew that” He quoted and obliged me to keep it. I bowed to him and hurried back to my room the house holding the sword he gave firmly in my hand. I stood in front of the house looking for a hidden place to his the sword. I couldn’t hide it in my room as I had no privacy. I looked at the space between the ground and the floor of the house and slowly crawled in there hid it between the spaces. It should only be fit for me to enter this space I thought.

Everyday was the same since then. I overheard the adults talking about Shishio-san. “People said he’s wanted and will be rewarded huge sum of money if anyone caught him dead or alive” My uncle spoke while drinking a big cup of beer. I walked slowly crossing over in front of them while carrying a sack of rice on my back. “Hey let’s teased Souji” One of them spoke and they ran to me and kicked me on my chest. I fell back and dropped the sack. “Aaaah!” I moaned.

“Hey Souji you always stayed up in the barn. What happened? So tired till you got no energy to come back and sleep in your wittle bed room?” They laughed and kept on hitting me. I could not spoke anything or replied them. It wasn’t fear but arouse. I was irritated by their laughter. I kept smiling ignoring their arrogance. “Stop smiling you little slut.” They hit me and sliced the pack I was carrying. A crooked smile curved on each of their filthy dirty faces and they called my dad. Papa walked out the house and came forward to me. “Sir Okita, your sun broke the sack of rice. His wasting our food” They chuckled glanced at me. I looked up innocently at my non-biological father and his eyes widen. He pulled out a bamboo stick and hit me with it a few time. I vomited blood and my body was full covered with bruises and blood. “You really can do anything right. You and your Mom really are a disgrace of this family. You humiliate us all” At that moment I somehow wished for the sword that Shishio gave me.

That night I was alone in my room. The moon was full blooming in the night sky and it was a heavy downpour outside. I smiled remembering Mama. “I’m stronger now Mama. I made friend with someone” I muttered alone hoping for Mama to hear me. Suddenly the door smashed opened by my uncle who kicked the door to opened it. He dragged me out of my room and out in the tragic rain. I was soaked wet clueless of what was happening.

“You darn slut. You kept that man in the barn didn’t you? That’s why you were always at the barn giving him food and bandages so he could cover his bruises. Did you know all of our bandages that lasted for six months are gone? You’re wasting our food and medicine for that killer machine” He pounced me. I was punched, hit and kicked by at least 6 people older than me. My dad cut me with an open sword. That was the first time I was hit by an open sword. I was scared. I sreamt for help. I even screamt Shishio-san’s name wishing for him to come and rescue me from this cruel malicious world of hatred. I was at an end. No more to crawl or crept to. Is this the end? Somehow I felt terribly scared, numb at what to do.

“Let’s just kill him. At least we can false a crime here telling the officers that the killer machine Shishio Makoto did this” They laughed vulgarly. It was a horror laugh.

Suddenly Shishio’s word came filling up my empty mind. ‘The strong will live… The weak will die’. The quote kept on dancing in my mind and at that moment I remembered the sword Shishio gave me. I quickly stood up and ran to get the sword. Crept and crawling into the small space I reached for the sword. I opened the sword and hold it firmly hiding in the space between the soil and the floor of the house.

“Souji! Nasty son of a whore! Come out!” They howled my name. I shivered through out their yelling. “Ah there you are” one of them spotted me and entered the narrow space. It was my uncle. My hand shivered and involuntarily I sliced his head off his body. He screamed loudly. Terribly I was defiled by his revolting blood. His head rolled outside and the other entire adult yelled horridly. I managed to laugh and gathered all of my courage into a ball and kept it firmly in my heart. I slaughtered each of them slicing them and shattering them into pieces. I had fun somehow killing them. I laughed loathfully and smile insanely while biting them off from their heads and cutting their limbs off their body. It was the first time I laughed psychotically in the cold rain. Somehow I was in a state of euphoria. On this dreadful day I had officially became a murderer.

All of them died leaving me behind. I looked at both of my palm covered by the frothy blood of my so called family. It was indeed macabre. I wiped the vile blood of my body and looked up the sky. “Mama, I did it Mama. I’ve won Mama.” I spoke delicately in the rain all alone. Then I heard some footsteps walking towards me. I was not scared to die now. I was ready to accept my treachery. I looked at where the sound of the footsteps came. It was not a good guy to save the day and caught me to put in the prison. It was a bad guy trying to save me.

“Why are you crying there boy?”

“I’m not crying” I turned to him facing his loathing eyes that was raving for bloodshed action. I was not scared anymore to confront him or death. It was as if I became part of him. “I am very happy that you gave me this sword” I hand him back the sword and he pushed it away to me. My azure eyes dilated bewildered by his action. “Eh?”

“You keep it. I had another one back here” He pointed at his back and I saw a long appalling sword that hunger for blood. “Follow me if you want to be stronger.” And he walked away.

I ran chasing him and managed to walk beside him gallantly holding the sword tightly in my hands.

At that moment my new life begun. The life of a frightful, grim, grievous assassin who is always hankering for human blood. The moment I'm crying under such an agonizing night sky made me realized that only strong man will continue on living and the weak will die. Unaffected by the fate that's dwelling within the stars, I can't stop the horrid act of killing that I always enjoyed.

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This character was based on the character in the anime samurai X à Soujiro…..

(If you noticed)

Duhhh >.>;;; it is called FANFICTION…

Oh yeah..

This is just the prologue…

more to come…..

and……….

SPOILERS :::: The character will be cross epic from other anime and combined stories from my imagination and the stories I read……………………. So…… It’s not as good as others that was wrote by more awesome writers..

Blabla bla >.>;;

Romeo x Juliet Poems

Umm........
NOT WRITTEN BY ME!!!!!!!!!
okay >.>;;;;???

so
there's two poem I just read..
One's from Juliet's point of view (p.O.V) and the other's based on Romeo's p.o.v.....
so read and comment so I can post your comment to the original author of this poem {Not me or Shakespeare...just someone 8D)

Juliet's point of view.......

How I Hate To Love You

You are my beloved, yet you are my enemy
Why must my only love be born for my only hate?
Our love is sacred and tainted,
For our sake we must abandon our love for it only brings pain.

Your family destroyed mine, leavening my utterly alone
Those protecting me ask why I fell in love with one such as you
All I can do is stand there, holding back tears
Yes your kin stole my throne, but I cannot deny my heart

We are of different worlds.

"A beautiful, bloodstained tragedy," one might put it
But how can it be tragic when we've experience the joys of love?
People tell me that I shine more brightly now a days
And my feeling are so plain to see.

But it is a painful love
One which eats away at my soul
I wish to follow my own path, but my duty gets in the way
My role is to take back my country from those who reign upon it

We could be a magnificent love story, greater than any before
But I can never be a part of such a story, no matter what we do.
One a Montague and the other a Capulet, forever torn apart

History may remember me as a great ruler, one which suffered
Or perhaps as the fool that let happiness pass right by
One thing is for sure, I will die alone, no matter my title
For I want no one else by my side other then you

So pure but tragically forbidden
I wish upon you every happiness one can have in life
Farwell and good luck, we shall not meet again
The angels of heaven do weep for our bleeding hearts

Audieu, mon amour
Let our light never end...

And From Romeo's P.O.V....

Romeo's Goodbye

I once embraced you to show my affection,

I once told you that I will never let you suffer alone,

I once vowed to be with you in life or death,

I once promised you to take your burden upon myself,

I once shouted your name in hope to bring you back to me,

I once cried because I can’t bear to see your dying soul,

I once whispered to you I wish to call your name again,

I once lived to love you,

And now my death will mean goodbye my love…

so once again.........
not written by me >.>;;;;;
okay?
maybe someday i wrote one..
If i had the feeling though .-.;;;;
blah
sfhasgkjfgasuifyisuafsu 8D"

ever wonder what happened if the sun fell in love with the moon? ♥

How to Save a Life...

Emily ++ Edward &♥;

Cerite rekaan semata2...........

"Is That really you?? Where have you been all these years?" said the brunette girl with her ruby eyes widen in horror as if she just saw a real ghost standing in front of her. Emily was very excited yet very suprised to see her long lost older brother who had been missing for two years. The moment Edward rang the bell of her house and entered the house, both Emily's parents were shocked too and Emily's mouth hung open not blinking for almost three minutes. At first, they thought the tall pale figure with Caucasian skin and russet colored hair was just an illusion or worst a zombie. Yet, he was a real being standing at the footstep smiling at his family waving happily at them. Tears rolled down her cheek and she glomped her long lost brother.

Edward was 17 years old when he went missing. At that time, he attended a scout 's camping trip at a camping park in Boston, Masssachusset. ONe night, he and his friends went for a swim at a nearby river. Later when they all gathered Edward went missing. His body was not found and there was no trail of him anywhere. When the news got to his family, they turned solemn and miserable with his absent. His family was very sad and sent a police force to search for him. Emily was young at the moment and her parents lied to her that her brother went to his grandmother's house for a visit. As time passed by, Emily soon discovered that her parents lied lied to her and she was very disapointed with her parent's malicious lie.

Luckily after two years of waiting, Edward finally came back. It was a miracle indeed. Edward told his family where had he gone for two years. Actually, back two years ago, Edward fainted suddenly when he went for a swimand the river brought him to the countyside. When he woke up, he was at a riverbank of a place he did not know. Edward's leg broke. Fortunate for him, a man found him and saved him from his bad condition. He lived with the man's family for two whole years and when he was fully recovered he came back home. Well, all of that didn't matter anymore. Edward had come back and Emily was in euphoria.

There were so many things to tell her brother. Emily became enthusiastic with his brother's presence at home. She told him about her grades, her romance life, her new school and even about Edward's past girlfriend, Lilian. Lilian was a very pretty maiden. She had fraill body and pale skin cover her muscle. Her hair was long blonde and her eyes was emerald. She was the same age with Edward. Yet, when she knew Edward was missing, she committed suicide. She could not stand the news she head and she decided to end her life going to wherever Edward went. Edward was very shocked to hear the news.

They were very happy. For Emily it's like a fairy tale. Her brother came back and they live happily ever after. However, Emily did noticed something different about her brother. Everytime they sat together talking and eating, Edward's face turn paler and he looked fatigue. "What's wrong?" Emily asked with a very solemn tone. And everytime Emily asked, the same answer repeated from Edward's marble lips. "I'm fine... Only a bit tired" And he smiled softly at her.

One day when they went for a stroll at the park, Edward fpound a wounded cat. He picked it up and they sat at a benchunder a fully bloomed cherry blossom tree. Emily's ruby eyes gazed at her brother while her brother took out an iodine from his packet and rub it at the cat's wounded paw. Emily noticed that her brother was even calmer. She smiled t the fact. Maybe he grew up a lot went he went missing she thought. "edward, you changed a lot." Emily said her voice was even. Edward looked up at her, stared for a moment and chuckled. He told her that he learnt many things while he was at the countryside. He quoted "Every living things on Earth deserved to be pitied and saved when they are hurt and human beings are responsible for the act of saving them," Emily tilted her head and smile though she didn't understand a single word her brother said.

As time passed, Emily noticed her brother looked more tired and fatigue. Everytime she asked her brother about his health, Edward would shook his head and said that he was fine. This circumstances made Emily worried about her brother. Edward lately, always cough badly and when his parents told him to go to the hospital he'd refuse. He said that the factor for him being unhealthy was maybe the cold and changing weather.

Edward's condition became worse. He was always lying on bed sleeping. One day, when Emily and Edward studying together, Emily looked at her brother who was gazing out the window. She noticed that there was emptyness in his eyes. Emily wanted to distract her brother's attention so she screamt "Finished!" and stretched her body. Edward still looked out the window. SHe sat beside him and looked at his books of homeworks. "Edward you didn't wrote a single thing on your paper" She teased. Edward still looked out the window. It was dawn and the moon was climbing up the sky as if to break it. It was a twilight when the Earth was shone by two lights; the Moon and the Sun. It was indeed a beautiful scenery. "Emily, What will you do if I die?" Edward broke the silence. His tone was low and calm though. Emily stared at Edward when he broke those words off. HEr tears began to wet with tears and Edward wiped it immediately. "I was just kidding. I'm not going to die in another 70 more years" He teased and laughed ruffling her sister pigtails.

That night, Emily fell asleep in her brother's bed and suddenly woke up by Edward's phone ringing. She searched for Edward but he was no where near her. She picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?" It was a phone call from Boston Hospital. The doctor wanted to speak to Edward. She insisted as she said her brother was nowhere to be found. The doctor said that after two surgeries, Edward's condition became worse. He was suffering from an incurable unknown factor disease called Massive Bone Distruction where only 8 people in the world cought it since 1897. He may not live longer was the doctor's last word before Emily hung up and dashed out the room stroke out from her house searching for Edward. Emily cried running screaming her brother's name over and over again. She quickly went to the place they always went. She was very tired. Her breath became shorter and shorter and her heartbeat thumped louder and louder. She knew she had weak bodies but she couldn't give up now. Her brother must be close she knew he was not a coward who will run away from home. She walked some more and stopped at the park. There, she noticed that the place was crowded with people. Emily felt the thrilled and shivered as it came down her spine. She felt uneasy about the crowd and felt like she wanted to throw up. But she dared herself to go there and she did. Her pace gotten slower and slower as she was closer. She squeezed her petite frail body through the crowd and as she was at the front row she felt burnt through all of her body. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamt loudly. Edward died. Crashed hit by a car. The place where Edward's dead body laid was full covered with crimson blood. Emily's tear glands could not stop producing tears from her wet swollen eye. Blood rushed passed through her veins quickly to her brain. Emily could not think no more. He hugged her brother's corpse though she knew his soul was taken by the God of Death and mourned for him the whole night.

Edward was gone permanently now. Emily started her dull life again without Edward. She was lonely everyday. Although she curved bright cheerful smile at people yet her heart shattered into pieces and she felt like it could never be one again. But her brother's quote remain in her shattered piece of hearts "Every living thing on Earthdeserved to be pitied and saved when they are hurt and human are responsible for them" The quote made her determined to be a doctor and one day she will find a cure for the incurable Massive Bone Distruction Disease. Each time she fell depressed, Emily will wait till twilight and looked at the window, gazing the natural beauty of the sky. At that moemnt, she can feel Edward's warmth wrapping around her body through the twilight..

************************************~THE END~************************************

P/S ini cerite rekaan semate mate.. xde kne mengena dgn sesape tau..
knape edward???
sbb dy gorgeous XD
knape emily sbb name start nagn E and then...
mmg ad sbt twilight.. tapi twilight tu bukan cite twilight tau..
jgn slh faham..
I'M A JASPER FAN duhh XD