Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2012 23:56:41 GMT
Lawrence wrote a few more stories over the next few days. All the while he looked after the child who had come out of his notebook the second time, and the others he wrote in always tried to escape now but Lawrence had taken to laughing as he watched them burn. He was becoming scared as to what he was becoming.
He noticed that the notebook was larger today. The black colour on the front seemed thicker, like blood.
Lawrence had brought a new Pen, it was a custom made pen that was pure black with a stylish design and self refilling ink cartridges, and the ink was pure black like space. It had a soft grip and Lawrence felt so empowered holding it firmly in his hand... caressing it with his fingers before writing frantically with it.
Max is a teenage soldior in the military. It is world war 3 and weapons technology has advanced so far that most of it is banned in warfare, such as nuclear weapons and hydrogen bombs.
Max doesn't like war that much. He sat in a metal trench and waited for the enemy on constant alert with people who looked dead inside while the people leading them were safe far away.
The time came when Max had to go for an attack on the enemy base.
He picked up his plasma pistol and headed over.
There was no enemies, then one jumped him from behind with a beam baton and hit Max over the head.
Max Knelt down on the ground, panting and dripping blood. Someone else stood over him and offered him his inviting, black hand.
"You need power to survive." The man said, dark tendrils weaving from his being.
Max nodded and got up. His eyes were a bright yellow and he hissed at his assailant in an inhuman manner.
Lawrence looked shocked as he wrote. Did that creature always appear in that manner and change the character in such a way?
The enemy soldior lashed out in fear and Max caught the beam baton, it burnt his hand but Max didn't show any signs of it bothering him.
He flipped the soldior over his head, flooring him and taking his beam baton, then began hitting him over the head again and again with the beam baton before getting bored with that and clawing the enemy to death with his bare hands.
Max walked through the battle field as a walking tank and annihilated the enemy soldiors and even tanks as they attacked him.
Eventually Max had forgotten his mission and he turned to the air as it rained, washing away the blood. He laughed manically.
"THIS IS THE LIFE I WANT TO LEAD!!" He yelled gleefully as he gutted another soldior.
Soon Max was a top soldior, and perhaps thanks to his amazing abilities the war was won almost entirely by him.
"This is no good... no more fun." Said Max as he noticed some of the world leaders talking quietly behind him.
Max went mysteriously missing a few days after the event and the president of the united states ordered a nuclear bomb to be dropped on england.
This sparked world war 4 almost immediately after the end of world war 3, during it's aftermath. The world was against the US.
The president, who had the same powers as max, took the front lines and obliterated the other nations just like Max had done, ordering nuclear strikes only when necessary.
In but a few short weeks only US citizens were left.
"Already my enemies lie defeated? Must I continue with them?" Asked the president as he licked his lips to wipe off the blood of his last victim.
Children screamed as the monster smashed them all, their families then them gruesomely.
The president soon stood as the last man left on earth, he stood on top of mount everest, tentacles of darkness reaching all the way down and looking stoic at the very top, scanning the environment. Below was covered in blood stains and radiation, the snow was stained crimson and the effects of the weapons caused plenty of climate changes such as lighting and tornados.
"Say Lawrence... theres more people to kill in your world am I right?" Asked the president.
Lawrence had never been talked too by name by his creations. Who was he?
"I am the inception of power. Call me power. They are all inceptions." Explained power.
Lawrence was confused, he asked for more but power shook his head as he climbed out of the notebook calmly and stood on top of it in the real world.
"Lets join forces hmm? You can write more people into existence... we can kill inceptions forever... even after the world lays dead." He said gleefully as his tentacles began to extend across the table. He was only about the size of the notebook. Relative sizes.
Lawrence spoke.
"How does this happen?" He asked.
"Beats me. But I know. I need knowledge to obtain power after all." Replied power as he turned around.
"You in?" Asked power.
Lawrence shook his head.
"Give me more time." Said Lawrence as he forced power back into the notebook with his pen, then stuck him in a cage right next to the fire place.
Fear was by the door.
"Dont let him out. He'll kill me as soon as he gets out. Please dont! Burn him!" He pleaded.
Lawrence shook his head sorrowfully and picked up fear, heading up to his room.
A tentacle began to reach out of the bars after Lawrence had left.
He noticed that the notebook was larger today. The black colour on the front seemed thicker, like blood.
Lawrence had brought a new Pen, it was a custom made pen that was pure black with a stylish design and self refilling ink cartridges, and the ink was pure black like space. It had a soft grip and Lawrence felt so empowered holding it firmly in his hand... caressing it with his fingers before writing frantically with it.
Max is a teenage soldior in the military. It is world war 3 and weapons technology has advanced so far that most of it is banned in warfare, such as nuclear weapons and hydrogen bombs.
Max doesn't like war that much. He sat in a metal trench and waited for the enemy on constant alert with people who looked dead inside while the people leading them were safe far away.
The time came when Max had to go for an attack on the enemy base.
He picked up his plasma pistol and headed over.
There was no enemies, then one jumped him from behind with a beam baton and hit Max over the head.
Max Knelt down on the ground, panting and dripping blood. Someone else stood over him and offered him his inviting, black hand.
"You need power to survive." The man said, dark tendrils weaving from his being.
Max nodded and got up. His eyes were a bright yellow and he hissed at his assailant in an inhuman manner.
Lawrence looked shocked as he wrote. Did that creature always appear in that manner and change the character in such a way?
The enemy soldior lashed out in fear and Max caught the beam baton, it burnt his hand but Max didn't show any signs of it bothering him.
He flipped the soldior over his head, flooring him and taking his beam baton, then began hitting him over the head again and again with the beam baton before getting bored with that and clawing the enemy to death with his bare hands.
Max walked through the battle field as a walking tank and annihilated the enemy soldiors and even tanks as they attacked him.
Eventually Max had forgotten his mission and he turned to the air as it rained, washing away the blood. He laughed manically.
"THIS IS THE LIFE I WANT TO LEAD!!" He yelled gleefully as he gutted another soldior.
Soon Max was a top soldior, and perhaps thanks to his amazing abilities the war was won almost entirely by him.
"This is no good... no more fun." Said Max as he noticed some of the world leaders talking quietly behind him.
Max went mysteriously missing a few days after the event and the president of the united states ordered a nuclear bomb to be dropped on england.
This sparked world war 4 almost immediately after the end of world war 3, during it's aftermath. The world was against the US.
The president, who had the same powers as max, took the front lines and obliterated the other nations just like Max had done, ordering nuclear strikes only when necessary.
In but a few short weeks only US citizens were left.
"Already my enemies lie defeated? Must I continue with them?" Asked the president as he licked his lips to wipe off the blood of his last victim.
Children screamed as the monster smashed them all, their families then them gruesomely.
The president soon stood as the last man left on earth, he stood on top of mount everest, tentacles of darkness reaching all the way down and looking stoic at the very top, scanning the environment. Below was covered in blood stains and radiation, the snow was stained crimson and the effects of the weapons caused plenty of climate changes such as lighting and tornados.
"Say Lawrence... theres more people to kill in your world am I right?" Asked the president.
Lawrence had never been talked too by name by his creations. Who was he?
"I am the inception of power. Call me power. They are all inceptions." Explained power.
Lawrence was confused, he asked for more but power shook his head as he climbed out of the notebook calmly and stood on top of it in the real world.
"Lets join forces hmm? You can write more people into existence... we can kill inceptions forever... even after the world lays dead." He said gleefully as his tentacles began to extend across the table. He was only about the size of the notebook. Relative sizes.
Lawrence spoke.
"How does this happen?" He asked.
"Beats me. But I know. I need knowledge to obtain power after all." Replied power as he turned around.
"You in?" Asked power.
Lawrence shook his head.
"Give me more time." Said Lawrence as he forced power back into the notebook with his pen, then stuck him in a cage right next to the fire place.
Fear was by the door.
"Dont let him out. He'll kill me as soon as he gets out. Please dont! Burn him!" He pleaded.
Lawrence shook his head sorrowfully and picked up fear, heading up to his room.
A tentacle began to reach out of the bars after Lawrence had left.
