woodyloveslinkin

Cartoon Heroes - Aqua Best pop band ever.

Got a squishy tummy.

I'm not too sure how I'm supposed to feel Or what I'm supposed to say Not too sure how it feels to handle every day Remember today I've got no respect for you and I miss you love And I miss you love I love the way you love But I hate the way I'm supposed to love you back And it's just ain't fair Miss You Love - Silverchair

Thank god. I didn't like that picture of me.

Don't make me come over there! *lol*

Oh god. Not Disturbed. Again. Abuse Me - Silverchair Please don't.

Light's on, I can't see in the dark.

^ Go back to bed.

^ that is nothing to me. I confess I love my avy, but I want to change it.

Light's on.......SUPRISE!!

Chapter 11 Blood Karma Jack sat at the dining table, casually sipping at the little food that he had. He was much like Sarah, he had gone from riches to rags and was hating every minute of the rags part as much as possible. His black lanky hair covered his eyes as he looked down at the table. No one else was home but him. Sarah was out, and that is all that lived with him, was her company. He only looked to her as a friend but he knew that David looked to her as an inanimate object that didn't have any emotions. David was quite wrong, Sarah was physically and emotionally strong and she didn't need a man to tell her what to do, so far in her life. Jack couldn't help but to wonder as he placed the spoon down on the wooden dining table and rolled up his white long-sleeved shirt that was casually dipping itself into the tomato soup, each time that he had taken a scoop out of his soup. There was a knock at the door that led into the three bedroom room house but only two bedrooms were currently being used. Jack got up from his seat to answer the front door, as normal people would do, but no, the person had invited himself in. "David, what are you doing-?"asked Jack, as Jack stopped in his question when David gave him a frown and now was limping. "What in Spyral's name happened to you?" The door slammed shut behind David, as he sat himself down at the dining table, opposite to where Jack had been sitting. Jack noticed how bloody and red his foot was, even with his heavy shoes on. "Stupid little Council member attacked me," answered David, as he slowly took off his shoe. He cringed when he came about to taking it off. He frowned at the inside of the shoes and tossed the shoe aside. He had four deep holes in his foot, that had dried blood around each one of them. But don't let the dead blood fool one, the shoe was drenched in blood so much, it had stained the leather on the outside of the shoe. "What happened?" asked Jack. He just stood there, against the opposite wall, as he withheld laughter. David, the big buff man, got attacked with what liked a mere fork and he was brutally wounded by such an attack. "She came at me with a fork, what does it look like? An ultra small pitchfork?!" snapped David, somewhat bitterly as he had just secretly assured Jack that it was a fork that had bought him down to standstill. "Then, when I thought it was all clear, a bunch of them came out of nowhere." "Who? Councillors?" asked Jack, as David shook his head. "Who were they then?" "I don't know, have never seen them before," answered David. "But, however, I did recognise an old face in the crowd." David stopped abruptly and looked around. "Where's Penelope?" Jack didn't answer with a verbal answer, but just merely shrugged his shoulders. "Timothy was there." Jack frowned and crossed his arms in disbelief. "I'm not pulling your leg either." "Timothy was there?" asked Jack, as David nodded. "What is he doing behind those walls?" "I would assume that he's either been brainwashed into being a Councillor or he's a prisoner," answered David. "I don't know, don't ask me these things, I don't know everything you know. Would Sarah know?" "Of course," answered Jack. "I don't know if she hasn't told you or not, but she's three steps ahead of everyone when it comes to matters like this." "Don't kid yourself on that one," answered David, as he rested his foot on the table. Just as soon was about to come through the door, Sarah came through the front door and eyes solely on David. "Good day." David smiled as though he hadn't done something wrong, but he knew he was going to cop it. "Where is the Dome?" asked Sarah, briskly looking at his foot and then back to him. She didn't have the sympathy built in her to care about injured soldiers who didn't do their original mission. "Couldn't get to it," answered David. "What did you do to your foot and who did it?" asked Sarah, as she just surprised not only David, but surprised Jack that she actually cared for someone. Jack knew there had to be a catch to the sympathy act, for her to be naturally sympathetic was rare and at times, quite odd. "Councillor, and put a fork through my foot," answered David, as Sarah left the conversation suddenly. "What about Bella? Did you even get to her?" asked Jack. "That's her name, isn't it? Bella?" "You're a twat Jack," answered David, somewhat smiling at how Jack pumps his image to be all knowing and all faithful. David suspected if Spyral didn't make back up the rankings, it was because of Jack. He can be smart and sometimes, too smart for his own good, which David thought Sarah would be more cautious around him because of that. But David assumed that she had her reasons. "I had a different plan. I thought if I could kill or severely disable another Council member, it would get the message through to her in another clearer way of giving it back. That was the last minute plan, when I realised it wasn't her that was sitting in one of Bella's chambers. I had to readjust my plan, like all good masterminds do." Sarah came storming back into the room where Jack was still against the back wall and David was still resting his foot where normal people ate their dinner. Sarah had a fork in her hand. She did it quick and swiftly. One second David was fine. One second Sarah was walking with a fork in one hand. The next second, David was screaming in pain. The next second, Sarah was walking away without a fork in one hand. "What was that for?" Jack managed to ask Sarah, as Sarah stopped, ignored the screams of agony coming from David's mouth, and faced Jack. "That is what he gets for not giving me what I want," answered Sarah. "I get what I want and I get it when I want. Now is that comprehensive enough for you or do I have to spell it out for you?" "Oh no, that's okay, I understand your reasoning quite fine," said Jack, as he nodded quite slowly. Sarah gave a little smile as David had managed to get the fork out of his foot. She turned around to see what progress David had made. Sarah and David met eye contact but David gave a bitter look while Sarah gave an innocent smile. "Now, tell the truth, what was that for?" asked David. "Are you accusing me of lying?" asked Sarah, somewhat briskly. David shook his head. "Good. I do not get what I want and you do not get want you want." "Which was?" asked David, tossing the bloody fork aside. It made a loud clank sound when it hit the floor. David didn't look too impressed but he knew better than to complain about it. "I want the Dome, did not receive it, you wanted to be painless, you got quite the opposite to that," answered Sarah. "And plus, no pain no gain." "What am I going to receive out of having a fork put through my foot?" asked David, as it was clear that both sides of the conversation were getting annoyed. The cracks were appearing and this didn't settle with Sarah too well. It was the last thing she wanted to see. She had a feeling that The Council wasn't so perfect as it's public image resembled to be. "Why are questioning my motives?" asked Sarah, frowning at David's questions. "I am here to to put an end to this awful society that we are living and here you are questioning me. Do I have to remind you who I am the daughter of?" David shook his head. "If you have not noticed David, but there are cracks appearing as we speak in between us, and we are only a small group. Do not make it worse." Sarah stormed out into a different room, leaving David and Jack exchanging glances. Jack knew better than to get on Sarah's bad side and wondered what was making David snap. Maybe all the blood on the table that was flowing out of his wound and the fact that Sarah didn't believe in the use of medicines. Jack assumed this based on the fact that David was on the verge of asking for medical help, something that was considered foul and belligerent. Jack read David like a book at times and David was in fact, on the edge of asking for medical help. It still went against Sarah's morals and upbringing. David had to let it heal itself, deal with the pain, or in the worst case, let himself bleed to death. Sarah looked at the mirror in her bedroom. Her bedroom was just a bed on the far edge, next to the window and a mirror. Her clothes were kept in a separate room, as she had always done so when Spyral was at world domination power. She saw herself looking back at her. How she urged for the New World to have never fell and how she urged Joanna or at least Spyro were still alive to hear her cries. She treated Spyro like a human being even though Spyro was just a programmable best friend to her. She treated Joanna, as not only her heir, but as a sister. It was personally hell for Sarah to have no siblings in general, but then she thought to herself, that it was that way for a reason. Her father had given her Spyral for a purpose and that purpose Sarah had failed greatly. Her black hair wasn't as well kept as to back in the old days, and she dearly missed her corsets and all of her elegant furniture. She feared that one person in this uprising would betray her and trust, was indeed, the hardest thing to achieve. She continued to stare at herself while deep in thought. She closed her eyes eventually and tried to reassure everything would be okay. She was driven and she was determined. She had two means to get what she wanted, that's all. It would take an army to overthrow The Council. She also knew that the minute that she had decided to conceal her identity under the pseudonym Jill, there was only one way that she could get her real identity back into the real world. She thought about what David said. Was it that bad that she was still a virgin to the point where David had to repeatedly remind her about it? Was he right about if she dies no one by birthright would inherit Spyral? What if the person she would nominate be the person to bring Spyral's death back? She sniffled as she opened her eyes again and looked back at the face staring back at her. It seemed like it had been so many years since the downfall of Spyral because the days go past so slowly her, as she stood in rags. But it was the rags were the only things that were separating the world from seeing her nude body and that was the last thing any woman of any high morality would want. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts as she looked to her bedroom door. David was standing there, and Sarah immediately saw his foot wrapped tightly with a rag. Sarah frowned upon it, because David was treating it and that only proved that he wasn't a man, but a coward. A man deals with the pain, a coward treats it to avoid pain. "Penelope is here," said David, without giving his apologies for before and for the fact that he had just interrupted Sarah for she was on a self-discovery path before he knocked. "And?" asked Sarah. She didn't care in other words. "She's got something to show you, something that I've been meaning to tell you, but I've been busy with other things, like you putting a fork through my foot," answered David. "Here is a piece of advice David," Sarah said, blunt as ever. "Roll that tongue of yours back and unroll it when it speaks of something good, not stupid, as I have noticed you have had a habit of doing so, lately. Or I will cut that tongue of yours off. I have put a fork through your foot and do not underestimate my physical power, David, I will do it if you push me like that again. Do I need to repeat myself?" David shook his head in agreement. "And you are not a child, use your words." "Yes," David replied. Sarah was somewhat suddenly intrigued to what Penelope had arrived with and what she had to show Sarah. It had to be critical or important, for disturbance of her self-discovery journey was somewhat very important to Sarah at the moment. Sarah detached herself from the mirror and followed David back to where Sarah had put a fork through David's foot for the second time this day. She had to congratulate the Councillor of doing that, when she finds out who did it. Sarah thought that he must have done something stupid to deserve it. Penelope was standing there, at the wooden dining table, with a beakers placed outside the box that Sarah figured that she carried them in into the house. The beakers weren't empty for they were filled with different colours. Sarah thought for a second she had managed to liquidize the Comet's Eye but shook that thought off, as she realised that no one knew where the Eye was, except for Sarah herself. "What is this, Penelope?" asked Sarah, still not sure what to make of these beakers. "It's something we've been experimenting with," answered David, taking the metaphorical podium. "I said Penelope, not David!" Sarah snapped. Sarah looked from Penelope and to David. She gave him a death stare, that was indicating that Sarah would pick up the nearest object and make her threat about cutting his tongue off come true. She looked back to Penelope, as Jack hid a smile. "What is this, Penelope?" "It's the main components of the Eye, without using the Eye itself, liquidized," answered Penelope. Penelope picked up a pink liquid flask and showed Sarah. Sarah walked to the flask as Penelope held it out for Sarah to hold. "After I was told about the Comet's Eye, I was somewhat intrigued to know more. I managed to bury up some forbidden text, that is to The Council's standards, and managed to get the core ingredients to the Eye. Which are-" "Hydrogen and nitrogen," Jack interrupted in a burst of excitement. Sarah looked at Jack bitterly for his interruption. "Thank you Penelope for that information," Sarah replied, sarcastically. Jack bowed his head, as Sarah looked back to Penelope. "If you can liquidize the Eye's core components, why is this out of my knowledge?" "Because it's a very age old technique and am I right to believe that Spyral didn't linger on the past?" asked Penelope, as Sarah nodded. "In 1989, way before you and I were born, there was an Austrian physicist that was sentenced to death for discovering ways, how to disappear into thin air." "I could do that back in the days of Spyral, it was called teleporting," objected Jack at the idea. Sarah didn't object but listened on. Penelope turned to Jack and stared at him. "Don't think I'm stupid, but in order to teleport you would need the aid of heavy and costly machinery," retorted Penelope. "I have done my research." "Continue then by all means," replied Jack, as Penelope turned back around to catch Sarah's eye who was too busy looking at the pink fluid in the beaker. Sarah noticed that Penelope was looking at her with her eyes and looked back at Penelope. "Tell me how it works," requested Sarah. "It takes ten to twenty hours for dilution to complete," Penelope started to explain, as Sarah realised that she could use Penelope to her advantage. She was another almost version of Brad. "In your blood there is DNA and plasma, the two main components of blood-" "I already know this," Sarah interrupted. "I came for a science lesson not a revisit of my scientific knowledge." "The reason why there are different coloured liquids here today, is because we have different DNA double helixes and different plasma types in our blood, and the first step is to put a pint of your blood in here," explained Penelope, who seemed to have her explanation all over the place. "We hold the core components of the Eye under a high chamber pressure for a few days, but the pint of blood into it, it will then take another ten to twenty hours for dilution to complete itself, and by then, it will have formed a thin liquid and turned a certain colour according to the strand structure in your DNA." "Mine's the blue one," said David, as Sarah looked to him. "You have been doing this without my discretion?" asked Sarah, a bit offended. "We had to experiment a couple of times," answered David. "We had some nasty side affects to start off with." "How have you been doing that without my knowledge?" asked Sarah, frowning, as she felt somewhat betrayed. "It's nothing personal, it was meant to be a surprise," answered Penelope, as Sarah looked back. Sarah didn't know what to say but remained by her dignified silence. "And before you ask, what about the rest of these coloured ones, we stole the blood from the blood bank from the hospital." "Nice," Sarah whispered, as she smiled. "What are the side affects?" "Vomiting, at the moment, we've had worst trust me," answered Penelope. "I had to make an antidote because someone decided not to follow instructions and swallowed more than he should have." Penelope looked angrily at David, as David said nothing. "Someone couldn't appear half an hour after it originally wore off. I ought of done the scientific world a favour and shot you for it." "So this what you have been doing instead of the factory?" asked Sarah, as everything made sense now. David had so much time on his hands to come and pester Sarah, while she was under the impression that he was working at the factory from nine to five. "No wonder you had so much time on your hands." Sarah looked to Penelope as she realised what Penelope had added before. "What happens in this process?" "Because of how strong and concentrated the core components are when diluted, it turns you to gas when you want to take off in a rush, but while you're on ground you remain solid," answered Penelope. "So for an example of how it works, you jump off the ground and you're coloured particles. We're not entirely sure that it's ready for use just yet, for there are improvements needed right now, but if you want to use it now, I'm advising against it, but at the same time, I wouldn't stop you in particular, Sarah." "What are we going to call it?" asked Jack. "Jump and fly?" "I can give you the scientific name to it, that's about it," added Penelope. "Bloodium Kydronitrarma. It's a tongue twister." "Wasn't this already invented and named?" asked Sarah, remembering what Penelope had previously said about the 1989 guy. "It was partially working back then, but by law, no one was ever to recreate and improve it," answered Penny. "The Austrian guy had named it Bloodium Kydronitrarma." "I have a better name for it, in which no one is going to debate the name with me about it," Sarah decided, firmly. "The scientific name shall remain intact, but we're going to call it Blood Karma."

This fate is an illusion ~ Parabola, Tool (Am writing T:C atm so perfect song for it)

Lights off, the cops rock up. Shh! Nobody's home.

I would classify him as rap. Crap rap.

Reminds of a Smashing Pumpkins lyric Who wants honey when all they want is money? Lol. Feeling lazy and I need to do stuff. Like get the mail for a starters and finish off this chapter of T:C.

Lights off, ex is walking past the house again

Lights off, the kebab is all gone

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Objection I don't want to be the exception To get a bit of your attention I love you by freedom and not your mother

Objection (Tango) - Shakira

*looks to the sky* Why am I going out with him God?

Honey on toast! Got the best God damn honey the other day. 1kg for $5. I will write today!

Nawwww that's okay. See, we're nicer than LPA.

Got a sore tummy, me thinks cos it's cos I haven't had any food. Should go and have some.

Yes it does. I should move my ass.