Suio

Har nettopp sett PotC: At Worlds End med mamma. Det er vel den beste filmen deres så langt, mener jeg :3 Davy Jones dør (finally!), Jack har noen gode scener, og Will er så awesome og hardcore as ever (he's a pussy, just sayin'.)

Hele idag har egentlig vært ganske så begivenhetsløs, fri dagen etter at eksamen er ferdig, engelsk skriftlig btw, thought you oughta know :D

So yeah, drink up me hearties, yo ho!



-Suio <3

Såååå, idag skal jeg skrive en (viktig!!!) paralellhistorie til min gode venn http://vampirebutler.blogg.no/, Yuki's, serie, som har fantastisk storyline, From Afar! :3 Grunnen er at de neste hendelsene ikke vil kunne beskrives godt nok uten en innsikt i en viktig, så langt ukjent, bi-rolles historie. Well no longer!:D Btw, alle paralellene kommer til å skrives på engelsk, da det er språket jeg skriver best i ^^'. Håper teksten lever opp til forventningene deres! :D

FROM AFAR: Paralell I: CHAINED

Days, weeks, months, they all blur together into agony and despair. The timescale is gone in the desert of hope long lost, while the spearless clock keeps ticking with cruelty on it's bare tongue. How many years lost in this rotting hell, these chains so heavily weighed upon him? He does not know, and frankly, he does not care. He is doomed in this cage, jailed by the highest authority and deemed a threat, he is locked for life. But not for eternity, He will seek out the responsible, and he will have his revenge.

The other inserted, they are broken. They were from the first day they entered this hell. Succumbed to the agony, they have already lost their sanity and souls. But not him. They will not break him. His intense hatred burns harder than any flame in this pit.

"I'm here for a certain someone," he explains, his voice filled with determination. He almost smiles, he cannot contain his excitement. So close to his goal. Only a little further now, his eyes glisten intense shocking blue. His perfect, flawless face rhymes with his raven black, short spiky hair, pale skin and dark jersey. But what is most appealing at first glance, is his single wing. Broken and twisted, it adds a contrast to his beautiful figure and perfect appearence. Yet he radiates something... stunning. As if the world revolves around him and his goals. And why should they not? "It is my authority as your superior to enter this area, is it not?" he asks patiently. He has all the time in the world. "It is indeed..." the disfigured silhouette mutters. Demons they call themselves, inhabitants of hell. How they were created or why they were, was a mystery noone would dig deep enough to find the truth in. 

The gates open with a suppressed clank. Into the cages he enters, gazing around the red walls of stone and pain. Inscriptions in the wall, screaming for mercy upon their lord, are futile, he thinks, with disgust in his thoughts. What a coincidence could it be, that his brothers killer could be the saviour of the wicked. His shoulder aches more and more as he gains on the cell, the mark on his arm radiates with suffering. The mark given by his creator, th emark of Kain. As he passes, the inserted beg for his help, his mercy or even their own death. A hand grabs him by the ankles. The old man holding it, gazes upon him with despair in his eyes, throug his own cell block. "Help me," he begs. "Have mercy on me." With a flash, his arm is burnt to the socket, only by a touch of the young mans pure skin. The old man screams, watching the stub of his burnt arm in terror and shock. The young man keeps walking.

"Get up, kid," he says, his voice filled with fidelity, like it is his favorite day of the year. "We're getting out of here." The boy in the cell block lifts his head, gazing through his long, raven black hair, his eyes filled with a millenia of vengeful thoguhts. "Kain," he answers , his voice shattered and rusty. "Finally." The demon from before appears before the cell. "What nonsense are you muttering about?" he asks roughly. "Oh, nothing really," the young man answers lightly, his mouth curved to an honest smile. "Just a prison break. I'll need your keys, though." The guard flinches. "What-" he starts, as Kain reaches out to touch him. His sentence is abruptly stopped by his own sudden combustion into flames, and eventually, ashes. He does not even get the time to scream in his terrible fate. 

"Where do you intend to go first once we're out of here, Nero?" Kain asks, flying through the gates, Nero on his back. He thinks back to his past. There is but one person important enough to halt his conquest for revenge. A lust for his prescence 300 years old. "Yoru," he concludes. "I need to see Yoru."



Ahhh! Shady, eh? Trust me, det blir klarere etterhvert. Hvis dere er Yukis fangirls blir dere nok hekta på dette XD

Anyway, hvis dere vil ha hele From Afar med dere, fortsett å lese! :3

-Suio

Ny blogg... Igjen. 

 Så dette kommer til å bli en skriveblogg SLÆSHJ fotoblogg SLÆSHJ fjortis blogg... Jeg sier fjortis blogg fordi det er alt det fjortiser gjør, de skriver om livet sitt og hva de spiste til middag, hvor mye sminken deres kostet og hvordan de ikke blir sponsa av noen, bare sier det de menerHOSTHOSTBULLCRAPHOST.

Soooo, yeah. Jeg skriver dette fordi jeg ikke har noe å skrive akkurat nå. Men jeg skriver sikkert noe senere... Etterhvert. Kanskje. Muligens... Yeah.

Natta <3

-Suio