Well, I know I should be working on the other story, but for someone reason this one is really tugging at me to be written, sorry Racu. Well, I figure I'd like to get some feedback(and after Saga's suggestion) about what I'm doing so far and maybe I'll post a new part whenever I get pieces done, but so far this is what I have written.

Enjoy....I hope anyways <.<

edit: erm...kinda just thought about it, but the names are not final...I well, am not good at creating names...and since the chars are kinda...based off of real people....well forgive me if you take any offense 0//0


“Starless…” brown eyes mixed with yellow flecks stare at the sky, water pouring down, clothes completely drenched. Rain drips off his face, higher cheekbones of Asian origin, but offset by the large jaw of a Caucasian. An arm wipes across his face, goretex booted feet moving once again, the whisper of military grade BDUs masked by the patter of the rain. In the darkness he moves like a shadow, the new digital pattern of the BDU creating a better blend compared to the traditional blotch pattern, and the absence of natural light one would mistake him for death on the prowl. Steven moves forward through the heavily wooded area, climbing up the rocky formations jutting out of the ground like fractured bones.

Quietly a fully loaded ruck is placed on the ground, barely the silhouette of Steven can be seen going through a stretching exercise, techniques based upon Tae Kwon Do but the ideals of Tai chi, graceful sharp movements blur the air. He stops after his last spinning roundhouse kick, taking a few steps forward he lowers himself to the ground. Legs swinging off the edge of the ground, suspended hundreds of feet off the ground.
“Its always nice to come here.” He whispers to himself. Looking back up at the sky, moon and stars still obscured by the threatening clouds, streaks of lightning jumping from cloud to cloud, low rumbling vibrating Steven’s body.
“Heh, Bryan got another woman over.” Steven stares down watching two figures moving around in the large house. Not close enough to see with his own eyes whom the people are, but assumption and experience tells him Bryan managed to find another one night stand, or is one of the regulars. Steven pulls out a pair of binoculars, “Hmm, yep he got another hottie in the house.” He stows them back into the ruck, shaking his head, “I’m surprised his cock hasn’t latched onto one of those women yet, but then I think he hasn’t found the woman who can touch his heart as much as they love his cock.” Steven chuckles at his joke. His grin washes away with the water running down his face, mouth set straight ,eyes looking past the scenery before him, into private thoughts and feelings.
“Although he hasn’t found someone to love, it must be nice to share a bed with a woman.” A thought surfaces. Steven picks up a pebble and tosses it into the wind, “Feels like my own heart is slowly being constricted with everyday I can’t spend with Ashleigh.” He whispers to himself. Steven draws up a leg to himself, arm resting against it, he lays his head on his arm. “Guess this is what it means to be truly love sick..” he smirks. The dull ache of his heart spreading through his body in a steady pulse. Steven closes his eyes, thoughts roaming, memories surfacing.

Hands caressing soft creamy skin, lips pressing together tongues caressing each other. Man and woman, friend and lover drinking each other in, an intense kiss where reality disappears, time becomes still, each moment each breath taken in crystal clarity.

Steven opens his eyes, he feels warmth on his face, “Heh, crying like a little kid.” A smile appears, “This is what you do to me, my actions no longer make sense. I cry because I ache for you.”
CRACK a bolt of lighting splits the sky, Steven continues to brood,
“It’s been over a week, where are you?”
In a blink of an eye Steven unsnaps his combat knife and buries it in the ground next to him, with a smirk he watches a snake in its death throes, body jerking everywhere, head mostly split by the blade but still pinned down.
“Be happy I can drive to the store for food, otherwise you’d be on the menu.”
Tears still continue to slowly drip, washing away in the down pour. Steven lets out a heavy sigh, “I just hope you are alive Ashleigh, otherwise I’m not sure how well I can live without you.”
Wiping his face, the tears stop, joints stiff and cold he carefully stands up, placing a boot on the snakes head, reaching down he pulls the knife free, the rain washing off the obscenity left on it. Re-sheathing the knife he puts the ruck back on and proceeds back down the path he had taken.

Long manicured fingers reach in a cabinet, pulling out a tall glass, ice clinks as a 5 foot 10 inch woman presses the glass against the lever. Ice cracking in expansion as water sprays on it from the next nozzle. Shapely legs extend out of an oversized man’s t-shirt, nipples erect evidence of a bra missing. The woman hums a happy tune to herself, mind lost in some brightly colored world. She turns around, eyes become like a deer caught in headlights, her mouth opens, her hand lets go of the glass, in what seemed like slow motion a piercing scream is let out. Steven catches the glass and winces at the high pitched scream, running footsteps approaching from the stairs. A 6 foot 3 inch man clad only in boxers jumps off the last few steps and skids into the kitchen.
The woman dives for him hugging him still screaming, tears spilling down her shapely face. Steven shakes his head and watches the event unfold before him.
The man tries to calm down the woman, “What’s wrong? What’d you do Steven?” a questioning look.
Steven smirks, “I only walked into the kitchen and the next thing I know I get a face full of lung and a reaction test.” He shrugs, the woman’s body still slightly shaking in fear, small sobs gasped out.
“What happened sweety?” the tall man gently asks the woman.
“Hhh hhe he sneaked up on me. I thought he was going to rape me.” Tears still running down her face.
“*sigh* Damn you Steven and your sneakiness.” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around the woman.
“You know I didn’t do it on purpose Bryan, besides you know I’d never rape or hurt a woman.” He walks closer hand holding out the glass. “Sorry for the scare, I didn’t mean to do that. I forget even with this clunky ass boots I walk silently, and I probably look scary with all of this cammo paint on too.” Steven rubs a finger on his cheek, black and olive drab paint coming off.
The woman nods, with a shakey hand she grasps the glass, “Thank you.”
Steven looks at Bryan, “Hhhmm, quite a woman, in essence she seems to have the perfect body, one those ‘can get any man she wants’, have fun.”
He walks away, stopping briefly at the stairs to take off his boots before plodding to his room.
“Sorry bout that babe, that’s my roommate Steven. He likes his late night excursions, especially when there’s something really bothering him like tonight.” Bryan’s eyes look at the empty stairs.
“He scared the f**king hell out of me. I didn’t hear anything, he was just there.” The brunette shakes her head. “but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he wouldn’t hurt me…somehow it felt as if he was hurt and sad, and looking at me it became worse.” She scratches her head processing her thoughts.
Bryan chuckles, “Got brains and a body, that’s what I love about ya.” He hugs her with one arm.
“You’re right though…tonight seems to be especially bad, usually he’s talking to his woman this late at night, but if he was out there in the storm, then something must really be messing with him. Most likely it has to do with his woman Ashleigh.”
“Oh, poor guy. A break up?” she asks.
“No, I don’t think that would ever happen between them, but he’s probably worried out of his mind about her, I don’t think he’s talked to her in a week or so. Anyways, don’t worry about it, he’s a big boy.”
Bryan turns to her and hugs her, “How bout we just concentrate on each other? I’ll make up for Steven scaring you like that.” He winks with a broad smile.
“Mmmmmmm, sounds like that’s what the doctor ordered.” She sets down the glass and runs her hands up and down his chest.
“Hahahahahha, okay then, here we go.” Bryan easily picks her up and carries her to the room.

Steven slowly takes off his soaking BDU’s, quick footsteps in the hallway and then a quickly closed door makes him smile. “Even with those sound dampening panels, I can still hear him and his women.” Steven shakes his head and walks to his computer.
Taking a quick look at his messenger list, he doesn’t see Ashleigh logged on, no voicemails on his cell either.
He sighs and pads to his bathroom, cranking on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up he looks at himself in the mirror.
“You gotta stop worrying. She can take good care of herself, you know that.” He attempts to smile, but fails miserably and just sighs. Steam starts to fog the mirror, Steven turns around and alters the temperature to something a little more bearable. He steps in and lets the hot water beat down on him, muscles trying to relax from the strenuous exercise he put them through earlier to clear his mind. A loud moan cuts through the sound of the shower, “Holy shit…they must be really going at it over there.” Steven mumbles.
Without hesitation Steven breaks down in laughter,
“I can leave it to Bryan to make me laugh in the most dire situations.”
Lifting his face, water splashes and runs down his tan skin.
“However, you can’t give me that sense of peace and so much more like Ashleigh does.” Putting his arms against the wall he puts his weight on them, lowering his head trying his best to clear his mind.
An image of Ashleigh’s laughing face appears, Steven shakes his head
“Stop it, she’s fine…” speaking out loud, “and you know she cares very much for you…” his voice trails off.
A small smile appears, “Yeah, gotta focus on something else, she’ll be fine.”
Steven grabs his body wash and lathers up, wiping away all the grime and grit he collected from his hike. Quickly he washes his hair, Steven turns off the shower and stands for a moment letting water drip off. Stepping out he towels himself dry, heading over to his dresser he pulls out a pair of boxers and slips them on.
Drying off some more, he tosses the towel to the corner of the room, opening his window, cool air and the sound of pattering rain flows over him.
Steven takes a deep breath of the ozone tasting air. Walking to the entrance of the room he flips off the light, then stalks over to the bed. Falling onto it, almost asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.
“Ashleigh…” he mumbles and falls asleep.

“Hhhhhmmmmm, nice day huh?” Steven comments staring up at the sky.
“Yeah, come on I wanna see if they got that game in yet.” Ashleigh grabs hold of his arm and starts to walk to the mall entrance.
“Alright alright.” Steven chuckles and wraps his arm around her waist. Ashleigh leans into him. Steven reaches out and grabs the door, holding it for Ashleigh.
“Good boy.” She exaggerates.
Steven chuckles, “Bark bark, I get a Scooby snack?”
“Maybe, we’ll have to see.” She winks at Steven.
“Hahaha, fair enough.” Wrapping his arm around her again.
Sidestepping on-coming people and avoiding random kiosks yelling about free samples they reach the first game store.
“Oooooo maybe they have it this time.” Ashleigh comments noticing new banners hanging in the store.
Steven smiles and nods, taking a step forward, he feels something strange. The hairs on his neck stand up, the feeling of being closely watched with an intent of pain hidden underneath. With experience, he casually looks around as if nothing is amiss. He catches a glimpse of two men, one in his mid 20s, the other in the mid 30s, trying too hard to blend in.
“What man wearing a black leather jacket, with a bulge near his armpit, stares at a candle kiosk?” His mind races. The other man pretending to be interested at kids clothes through a window.
“His hands, they’re trying not to reach for something…he must be packing.”
“Not good…so many innocents…and Ashleigh…” Steven sighs.
Ashleigh notices his hesitation and hears the sigh, “What’s wrong Steven?” eyebrows raised in question.
Before Steven could answer, a scream pierces the air.
“f**k!” he reaches to the small of his back and grabs his compact USP, spinning around at the same time.
POP the “candle man” squeezes off a round, Steven jerks as it hits his shoulder. Ignoring the pain he brings up the weapon and fires off two rounds into his chest, sidestepping he turns to the other man.
A searing pain slices through Steven as he feels two rounds impact on his body, pulling the trigger a 9mm round enters the assailants head, creating a mist of blood as it exits.
“f**k f**k f**k…” Steven keeps mumbling, reaching for where he felt the impacts.
“Figures…it was just a matter of time. At least I was able to protect her.” He pulls his hand away from the impact site, yet no blood covers it.
“No….what the…” Steven hears a groan, a woman calling his name.
“Oh god no…” his body becomes covered in a cold sweat, time slows, his hands tremble at the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Steven feels like he’s swimming through honey, he can’t move fast enough, all of his movements sluggish. Ashleigh, laying in a pool of her blood, hand reaching out for him. He tries to run to her side, tears pouring down his face.
Steven falls to her side, arms pressing down on the wounds, her essence slipping through his fingers. Ashleigh lays a hand on his, and looks up at him with a sad smile.
“NO!” Steven yells, he watches her eyes become glazed, lifeless, they slowly close like the cliché act of a dramatic movie.
“Hehehe, you’re just jerking me around right?” he nervously laughs, trying to deny what happened.
“Ash….Ashleigh, wake up, please wake up….WAKE UP!” he yells.
“GOD DAMMNIT!!!” he screams at the ceiling.
He cradles her cooling body, murmuring her name, tears falling, body shaking uncontrollably.
Steven feels something press against his head, the click of a hammer being pulled back.
“Do it…” he whispers.

CRACK lighting splits the sky again, its report shaking the house. Steven instantly sits up, heavily breathing, body bathed in sweat, his hands trembling.
“Oh god…what the hell was that…” he wipes his face, hands meeting warmth.
“I was crying in my sleep…” he whispers.
Steven buries his face into his hands, trying to control himself.
“OOOOHHH OOHHHHHHHH MMYYYY UUNNNGGGHHHHH!” moaning cuts through Steven’s hazed filled senses.
He looks to the door as if being able to see through it. Steven shakes his head and sighs.
“I think that somewhat off-set the emotional rush I was having from that dream…”
He closes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair damp with sweat,
“Gawd that seemed so real…I’m somewhat glad I woke up with that moaning, otherwise I’d truly be a nervous wreck right now.”
Steven’s mind creeps away from the edge of sleep, nervous energy pent up, he tosses aside his damp bed sheet and walks to the window. Cool air flowing over his body, joints pop as he stretches to relieve the tense muscle noticed when rolling out of the bed.
“Damn, body tensed up pretty bad during my sleep.”
He stands there staring out of the window into the wet darkness, thoughts flowing like the tide of the ocean. Without a reason he opens his closet, walking in he pulls out a leg holster hanging on a peg behind some clothes. Reaching up he grabs a box and walks to his desk.
From second nature, he unsnaps the top strap holding in his tactical USP. The grip meets his hand, a small feeling of comfort flows over him. He pulls out the dull black finished weapon, ejecting the magazine, he pulls back the slide and catches the chambered full metal jacket round in a swift motion. Placing the 9mm round on the desk with the fully loaded magazine, he begins to disassemble the pistol without even looking. Hands efficiently taking it apart, and placing the parts neatly on the empty space on his desk.
With a nod he opens the wooden box, pulling out an old raggedy cloth covered in oil, a bore brush, and pipe cleaners, he begins to clean out and re-oil his sidearm.
“We’re going training tomorrow, gotta be sure to be in top condition.” Making sure to get into every nook and cranny, even with the rugged design built for special operations, you can never keep your weapon in good enough condition.
Satisfied with the cleaning, he closes his eyes and reassembles the USP, pulling back the slide to check the action, and then dry firing to double check the hammer and pull of the trigger.
Cleaning up the equipment, he stands up and yawns, sliding the magazine in he pulls back the slide chambering a round. Steven ejects the mag again and inserts the extra bullet sitting on the desk.
“12 in the mag, 1 in the pipe, 13, the number of death.” He recites.
Steven re-holsters the weapon, re-snapping the strap on and then walks over to the bed.
“Strangely, I think I’ll sleep better with this nearby as compared to a stuffed animal.” He mumbles, and finishes off with another yawn.
He hangs the holster on a peg installed on the back of the head board.
“*sigh* guess I should try to sleep again.” Steven slides down in his bed trying to get comfortable.
“I just wish I could fall asleep in her arms rather than my hand near my gun…” he mumbles, mind already slipping into unconsciousness, “I just miss you…” he whispers.

An arm jerks, fingers slowly flexing, Steven opens his eyes, looking over his shoulder at the clock.
“Hhhmmmm, 6:00 a.m. huh?” he stretches in the bed not wanting to lose any warmth underneath the sheets.
“Uuuuuuhhhh, I’m surprised I slept without waking up multiple times, or this late for that matter.”
Laying on his back he stares up at this ceiling, “Bet those two love birds are still dead asleep, especially after all that noise I heard. I bet they were up till the crack of dawn going at it.” He shakes his head with a small grin.
Rolling over to the edge and swinging his legs down, he stumbles out of bed.
“Think I’ll hit the range now, and then make breakfast.” Walking over to the bathroom, he washes his face and brushes his teeth.
“*yawn* Damn…glad I didn’t have another dream like that.” He mumbles around his toothbrush.
Rinsing the toothbrush and his mouth with water, he walks over his damp BDU’s from the other night and goes to the dresser. Steven reaches in and pulls out a gray cutoff and a pair of jean shorts. Quickly putting them on and grabbing the holster from behind his bed, he walks out the room and down the stairs. Heading out the back door Steven nimbly walks off the slick deck steps and follows a stone path to the trees.
Taking in a deep breath, “Man, you can’t beat the nice smell of the woods after a nice rain. Doesn’t smell like smog or garbage. Nice part of living a little bit away from civilization.”
Double checking the snap on the holster, Steven begins to jog through the trees, approaching a low and simple designed building.
With a grin Steven begins to chant a cadence learned while in Ft. Bragg.

“When I get to heaven
Saint Peter’s gonna say
How’d you earn your livin boy?
How’d you earn your pay?
And I’d reply
With a whole lotta anger.
Earned my livin as an Airborne Ranger
Blood, guts, sex, and danger,
That’s the life of an Airborne Ranger.”

“When I get to Hell,
The devil’s gonna say
How’d you earn your livin boy?
How’d you earn your pay?
I replied with a fist in his face
Earned my living laying souls to waste
Blood, guts, sex, and danger,
That’s the life of an Airborne Ranger.”

Steven loses all sense of grogginess, sweat starting to build on his body, an enjoyable solo jog. He almost arrives at the building.

“One mile
No sweat
Two miles
Better yet
Three miles
I can make it
You can make it”

He arrives at his destination at the end of the count, wiping his face, breathing still calm, Steven walks to the door, punching in a quick combination on an electronic lock before entering. Eyes adjust to the dim interior, staring through the high grade bullet resistant glass at the range.
“This place is always comforting when I’m here alone.” He smiles, walking to the door leading into the range. Reaching over he flips a switch for the lights.
“Let’s see…I’ll burn a couple boxes of 9 mils, and maybe have a little fun with the M-4.”
Walking down to the far end, a strange panel stands out against the rest of the wall. Steven places his hand on it, a slight click and whir follows a small copier like flash under his hand. A piece of the wall slides to the side, fluorescent lights click a few times before turning on steady. Steven walks in, taking in all the weapons strapped into various cases and locations.
“Hhhmm, sometime this week I’ll have to take that Barrett out for as spin, walking past a few different rifles he un-straps an M-4 he personally modified for quick run and guns. Dull finish, telescoping stock, threaded barrel with suppressor, reflex sight, infrared pointer, and a M203 launcher attached. Looking at over at the next M-4 variation, reflex sight replaced with a 2x scope, M203 replaced with a bipod and longer barrel length.
“Yeah, I’ll use my close quarters rifle.” slinging the rifle on his shoulder, he walks to the ammo cabinet, pressing down on a combination of hidden switches the case unlocks. Sliding the panel to the side, he pulls out 2 loaded magazines for the M-4, 2 boxes of 9mm rounds, and 2 boxes of 5.56mm rounds. Heading out of the armory, the door slightly closes behind him locking back into place. Walking a couple stations, he rests the M-4 against the wall, lays the ammo on the counter. Steven reaches over and taps a button recalling the clip for the paper silhouette. Waiting for the clip he inserts a couple ear plugs, and withdraws his USP with 3 additional magazines from the holster before setting it down. Reaching down into a side panel, Steven pulls out a paper silhouette and clips it on, punching another button to set it at a pre-set range.
“Hhmmmm, lets rock and roll.” Hand resting on the counter he watches the target stop, in a blink he has the USP drawn in pointed at the target, pulling on the trigger, crack of the gun breaking the silence of the morning.
The bullet cleanly punches a hole about an inch up from between the eyes.
“Clean kill.” He nods, then proceeds to unload the rest of mag in quick succession, holes creating less than a 2 inch grouping from the first shot.
“Not bad.” Ejecting the magazine and locking in a fully loaded one. Quickly he brings up the weapon, creating a similar grouping in the chest. Nodding with satisfaction, he loads another magazine.
”Time for a little fun.” He chuckles.
Quickly shooting a round into the left pectoral, and then quickly in the right pectoral, Steven fires a round in the extreme left and right of the head, placing two within equal distance of each other from where the bridge of the nose would be, and firing 6 rounds in a semicircle on the bottom part of the head.
Steven ejects the mag, and looks at the chamber to be sure its clear before placing it down. Mashing down on the return button, he begins to reload the magazines from one of the boxes. Hearing the motor stop, he looks up to view his handy work. Steven can’t suppress a chuckle, his last magazine was spent strategically placing holes to make a smiley face with piercings and nipples. Steven reaches up and replaces it with a fresh target.
“Here we go.”
Steven spends nearly 2 hours shooting with the USP and the M-4. Brass from the spent rounds litter the floor , staring down at them Steven takes a deep breath.
“Mmmmm, that’s better, some of the frustration is gone.” He nods with a grin, moving using his feet to kick the brass forward of the counter, pushing it into a collection system installed when the building was fabricated.
Holstering the USP and its extra magazines, he picks it up and slings the M-4 over his arm walking towards the false wall.
The door slides open, heading towards a table sitting in the center of the armory. He places everything on the table, turning around and opening a drawer filled with cleaning equipment. Steven pulls out what he needs and gets to work on stripping down, cleaning, and re-oiling both weapons. Satisfied with his work, he stows the M-4 and goes back to the ammo cabinet.
“Gotta reload those mags.” Pulling out another box of 9mm rounds and heading back to table. Steven reloads his magazines, again chambering an extra round in the USP. Putting back the leftover ammunition and relocking the cabinet. Doing one last check of the armory and exits, shutting off the lights on his way out, the door automatically locking behind him.

:lol: Hahahahaha, I guess no one cares or most likely doesn't like what I've written. I'll try not to take up any space on the forum anymore. ^_^

NOOOOO!
i loved it man plz write more
seriously it rox
just dont ask me any questions or quotes about it :ph43r:

i like it ^_^ its interesting ;)

what Yumi said ^^ More pls?

hey sano have you ever tryed to make a book

no....but i've actually thought about it with this new story in mind....maybe when i get completely done with it..maybe i'll consider publishing or see if its good enough to be published

kewl and good luck

Sweeet you posted it Sano. Keep writing. Mooore. = P

well here's a little more stuff that i've had and been working on off and on when i had the chance, a little more character building and plot setting. I'm gonna put the next little piece in another post since i think it deserves a post of its own B)

Slowly Steven begins to walk to the house, his mind still in a zen like shooter state. The scenery passes by, time is oblivious, Steven blinks and realizes he’s already at the back door of the house.
“Heh, its like auto-pilot for the human.” He walks in and goes back to his room to hide his weapon.
“Oh man, time for food.” Steven winces as his stomach rolls, empty for missing most meals yesterday and getting up early. Walking back down to the kitchen, opening the fridge he reaches in for a carton of eggs, milk, a package of bacon and a package of sausage links.
“Mmmmm, breakfast foods.” Steven’s mouth waters in anticipation.
Steven reaches up above the island for 3 skillets, placing each one on a separate burner, he turns them on low-medium heat to warm up the pans. Then walking over to the coffee maker, he opens the top and takes out the old grounds and filter, throwing it away.
Steven opens a cabinet above it, pulling out a new filter and placing it in the machine. Walking to the freezer he pulls out a bag of coffee beans, grinding them quickly in the electric grinder, he pours it onto the already placed filter, the smell of fresh ground beans making him stop for a moment and enjoying it. Filling up the pot with water and pouring it into the reservoir he closes everything and starts it up.
Putting the beans back into the freezer, he goes back to the pans, opening both the links and bacon, he places it on separate pans, and pours a little water into the pan with the sausage links.
Steven finds a large bowl and a fork, placing it on the counter.
“Well, I have a feeling the food will wake up those two, but in case it doesn’t I’ll get some music going.”turning around he reaches for a remote, pressing a button labeled ‘1’ , the stereo activates and begins to play a Joe Satriani cd.
“There we go.” He smiles and opens the egg carton.
“Lets see…I eat over easy, Bryan likes both, but the girl I’m not sure about…” Steven mumbles to himself.
“I’ll use 6 eggs then.” Cracking six eggs into the bowl, he picks up the bowl and begins to whisk it with the fork. After breaking all the yolks, he pours a little milk to make it fluffy. Head nodding in time with the music,he whisks the eggs into a nicely mixed state, reaching for the veggie oil he very lightly layers the pan, then pours the eggs into the warm pan.
“Ah, smelling pretty damn good.” Steven turns up the heat on the egg pan a little higher and begins scramble the raw egg.
Quickly multitasking, he flips the bacon and the sausage while taking moments to stir the eggs.
“Oh wow, that smells great.” A gentle voice from behind speaks.
“It won’t take very long for the food to cook.” Steven stops stirring the eggs for a moment and places them off the heat, letting them continue to cook without direct contact to the burner.
Steven turns around, “Go ahead and have a seat.” He smiles at the young woman dressed in an oversized man’s shirt again.
“Want something to drink? The coffee is pretty much done already if you want that.”
“Mmmm, some fresh brewed coffee sounds good.” She flashes a smile.
Steven nods and pours a mug of coffee, “Sugar and cream are sitting in front of you, help yourself.” Handing the woman her drink.
“Thank you.” She smiles again.
Steven turns around, stirring the eggs again, making sure they’re cooked through. Pulling out 4 plates, he dumps the cooked scramble eggs onto the plate and places the plate behind him on the island.
“Well I hope you don’t mind eggs, bacon, and sausage.” Steven goes back to the breakfast meats, trying not to get the popping grease on his bare skin.
“Not at all, I guess unlike most other woman of my figure, I eat normally.”
Steven looks over his shoulder at her, catching her wink. “Hahahahahaa, that’s good, I don’t like barbies, and well, you have to be just a bit crude if you date Bryan.” He shakes his head.
Satisfied with flipping the meats, he pulls out a bag of English muffins from the bread box, with ease he opens the bag and starts to toast a couple of them.
“What kind of eggs you prefer?” Steven cracks an egg onto the pan after adding a little oil to it.
“No preference, but I do crave some of that scrambled egg though.” She sips some more coffee.
“Okay, good thing I made extra today.” Taking the spatula and gently flipping the egg, trying not to break the yolk.
Sizzling breakfast meats fill the kitchen, the gentle beating of the music in the back. A sad smile appears on Steven’s face as his mind wanders for a second, a vision playing out, then quickly disappears as he shakes his head.
The woman sits, looking at Steven’s back, her face in obvious thought.
“You shouldn’t think too much of her.”
“Wha?” Steven turns around from the eggs, “How’d you know?”
She shrugs and gently smiles, “Woman’s intuition I guess.”
Steven chuckles, “Easier said than done, but I just get a bit worried about her. Yet, somehow I know she’s fine and she’ll be back.” He smiles and shakes his head, “Besides, that was a ‘happy’ thought I just had, it’s a nice luxury.”
Steven goes back to finish cooking the batch of over easy eggs and toasting more English muffins.
The woman looks down at the countertop for a moment, lost in thought.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
Steven flips the bacon and sausage, “Sure, go head.”
“Well…I’m curious, why keep a long distance relationship?” her eyes waiting for an answer.
“Wow…and I was expecting a vain question such as, ‘Do you have any fat free water.’” The woman laughs at his comment.
“Hhhhmmm, well first off, I hate to give up. Second, there are quite a few factors that would take a very long time to explain…but to boil it down it’s a goal I’m trying to reach. Third, well…I simply am falling more and more in love with her as each day passes.”
Steven shakes his head, “Yeah, I’m a bit of a romantic.” He grins dumping the meats on separate tissue covered plates to soak up extra grease.
Lips spread in a gentle smile as the woman thinks about Steven’s response.
“Well, I’d have to say that was a wonderful response. Most men would stand there dumbfounded and look at me like I grew a pair of breasts on my head.”
“Hahahahahaha, well I’m just stating the truth and what I feel.” Steven shrugs, placing the other plates next to the scrambled eggs.
“I hope for you to have a happy future with her then.” She beams.
“Thanks very much.” Steven nods his face slightly red.
Turning back to finishing up the over easy eggs, “Mind if I ask you a personal question then?” asking over his shoulder.
“Go for it.” She nods.
“How long you know Bryan?”
The woman’s eyebrow’s raise, “5 months? Something like that I believe, we hang out a bit with each other.”
“Well, I wanna say I’m impressed, especially if this is your first time here.”
“Yep, first time here.”
“Hahahahahaha, wow, that really is impressive. Normally the women Bryan meets are only into one nighters and that’s it…but if you’ve been hanging out with him for a while and if this is the first time you’ve been here….then I want to say its your first time sleeping with him?” Steven turns around to see her blushing face staring into her coffee.
“Whoa ho, I’m right.” He chuckles.
Wiping his hands on a dish towel he sits on a stool across from the woman.
“There’s really nothing to be embarrassed about.” Steven gently smiles at her.
“The truth is, I’m really glad that’s the case.” Steven puts his elbow on the counter and rests his head into his hand. “I’ve been pretty tired of Bryan bringing women home and that being the end of it after one night. It’s actually pretty damn dis-hearting to see him have that false smile when with those one-nighters. I can look at Bryan and tell what he feels for each girl. Last night when I came in, I could feel something was completely different when he came running down those stairs.” He smiles as the woman looks up at him.
“The thing is, if he has taken this long to get to know you. Then I know it’s a serious relationship and what you see in him, what you do with him, is his inner and real self. He keeps up a front with everyone else, but with you, I know he’s showing you the real him that I know and see.”
Steven stops for a moment, letting his words sink in, “He’s been trying to find someone to love for a very long time. Somehow…I just have this feeling, that maybe this is it, that possibly you are someone who can love him back.”
The woman nods at Steven’s words, “Yeah…he’s told me about what’s happened to him in the past, and he’s told me about the woman he’s been with. But none of that matters to me, I just want to be with him, and show those stupid woman what they’re missing out on.” Her face an even deeper read.
Steven smiles, “Good good, I’m very glad to hear that. I wish the best between you two, although I think things will work out with or without my wishing.” He chuckles.
Standing up he finishes up cooking the eggs, “I can tell you’re one helluva woman. You take good care of that boy that’s still asleep.”
“Hahahahaha, don’t worry, I will.” Drinking the last of her coffee.
Sliding the last of the cooked eggs to a plate and grabbing the toasted English muffins he places it with everything else. Walking to the fridge he pulls out cream cheese and butter, putting them down next to the muffins with a knife from the drawer.
Finishing up with grabbing clean plates and silverware he places it on the island, “Go ahead and help yourself, don’t worry about Bryan. I’ll wake him up.” Steven winks.
Going back to the fridge, he pulls out a colored bottle with saran wrap rubberbanded down on the end. Then reaching on top of the fridge behind cereal boxes, he pulls down a water gun.
Eye brows raise, “Don’t tell me that’s how you’re gonna wake him up?”
“Hell yeah!” Steven evilly grins.
The woman shakes her head and giggles, “Should I call paramedics to be on standby?” she asks again.
“Naw, I’ll be fine.” Steven winks, screwing the bottle on and pumping the water to create enough pressure for a good blast.
Quietly walking up the stairs, Steven creeps down the hallway to Bryan’s door. Silently he ducks into the doorway, ranging the distance to Bryan’s face.
Steven pulls the trigger, high pressured stream of cold water hits Bryan’s face.
He leaps up with a roar, “FFUUUUCKKK!!” nearly jumping out bed in the same action.
“Steven you mother f**ker!” he yells, water dripping down his face, he dashes out the door trying to see if he could catch him.
Bryan looks down the hallway not seeing Steven, “Damn asian ninja skills!” he wipes his face and sighs. “Damnit, I’m gonna go eat.” He mumbles and walks downstairs.
Steven carefully creeps out from under Bryan’s bed. “Heh, didn’t expect me to be hiding there.” He chuckles and hides the water gun in his own room before heading downstairs himself.
Steven sees Bryan chatting away with his woman, Steven stops on the stairs and sits down.
“Hhmm, I’d feel just a little bad for going down there myself and interrupting their conversation.” He smiles, continuing to watch them laugh and talk some more.
“For some reason I feel like I need to smoke a cigarette right now… *Sigh* so what do I do? Go down and get some grub? Or sneak out and let them have the house for the day?”
Steven sits there thinking to himself, chin resting in his palm, finger tapping his cheek.
“Man I hate decisions like this…well…I guess I’ll go down, eat, and then let them have the house to themselves.” He nods and walks to the kitchen taking the spot he sat in earlier.
Bryan looks at Steven with a little gleam in his eye, “You bastard, I’m gonna have to get you back later.”
“Hahahahaha whatever you say Bryan, I know you’re too occupied with the young lady right now to even bother thinking of a prank to pull on me.”
A warm giggle comes from the woman, “Don’t worry about it Bryan, I probably woulda done something similar to wake your ass up.”
Bryan hangs his head in semi-defeat, “Okay okay, I’m just hungry.” He begins to transfer food to an empty plate and gobble it down.
Steven gets a portion and begins to chow down. “You two have anything planned for today?” he asks past a mouthful of food.
“Not really, just spending it together is about it.” Bryan shrugs, the woman nodding.
“Okay, after I’m done eating, I’m gonna go do stuff so you can have the house to yourself.”
Bryan stops eating for a second, “You don’t have to do that.”
Steven shakes his, “No no, you two have fun, I’m sure you can’t with me still in the house, so I’ll go find something to do somewhere, if anything I’m just not sure when I’ll be back. But don’t worry about anything, most likely I’ll be home late.” He smiles
Bryan nods, “Okay then.” He grins, “Don’t get too bored without me.” Bryan winks.
“Heh, whatever you say man, I’ll change and leave after I’m done grubbing.” Steven quickly finishes his food, walking to he sink he rises off his plate and heads upstairs.
Stripping down while walking towards his closet, he pulls out jeans, socks, and a simple t-shirt. Quickly putting it all on and finds a belt strapping it on. Steven goes to his bathroom and gels his hair his regular asian spiked hair style.
“Man, what am I gonna do?” Grabbing his cellphone, wallet, watch, and keys on his way out.
Steven tries to find ideas of what to do to keep himself busy all day as he walks downstairs.
“Well, there’s plenty of food to choose from if you two get hungry and feel like cooking. If you need me, my cell is usually on.” Nodding at them, and then breaking into a grin.
“Just don’t break anything irreplaceable.” Steven stops for a moment, “Um…and if you make a ‘mess’ in an area outside the bedroom, try to clean it up eh?” he grins.
Bryan looks at Steven with a smirk, “You bastard.” His woman blushing at Steven’s comment.
“Hahahahahahaha, you know what I mean, but I think the biggest deal is to not break anything we can’t replace, that’s it.” Steven begins to walk to the garage.
“Just have fun!” he calls over his shoulder as he closes the door behind him.

Keys jingle in Steven’s hands as he unlocks the door to his Celica. Hitting the garage opener he fires up the car, brain still trying to figure out what to do. Letting out the e-brake he slowly idles out of the garage, and backs out into the street.
“Still stumped as to what to do…” he mumbles as he drives off.
Steven drives aimlessly for a while, as he hits a neighborhood, seeing little kids playing a game of street football sparks a thought.
“Hhmmmm, haven’t visited him in a while…I think I’ll stop by.” He drives for 10 minutes and ends up in front of a modest two story house. Steven shuts off the car, exiting he walks up to the door overstepping and watching out for toys littering the walkway.
Reaching the door his hand raises to knock on the door, “DAD HURRY UP! YOU’RE GONNA MISS IT!!!” the voice of a little boy cries out inside.
“I’m coming!” Steven hears a man’s voice respond.
Steven smiles and puts his hand in his pocket, “Somehow its not surprising that Chris was the first to get married and build a family…but it still feels so strange when I remember him from high school.” He quietly chuckles.
“Well, I’ll leave them alone.” He thinks to himself and walks back to the car.
Going down the street, he begins to aimlessly drive around, watching houses pass, avoiding children exuberantly running about deeply involved with whatever game they played.
“Bloody hell, I just can’t think of anything to do.” Steven slightly frowns, cranking up his radio to some heavy rock. “Well damn, I’ll just go to the damn mall and see if anything will kick start my imagination.”
Navigating his car, he enters the ramp for the main drag leading towards the more bustling part of the city. Avoiding crazy drivers and cell phone distracted commuters, Steven manages to make it into the mall parking lot and find a parking space.
Turning off his car he steps out and looks at the building, “Ironic that I have a bad dream something similar to this the other night, but here I am….” Steven smirks and then walks towards the doors while punching the lock button on his remote.
A rush of cool air flows over Steven as he walks through the doors.
“Now where to freakin start?” he shakes his head, feet moving in a casual walk with no particular destination, head hung down a bit in thought, hands tucked in his pockets, but paying just enough attention to not jostle anyone.


sorry if its still a little boring

now for the violence =D


Piercing eyes watch down the street, pink hair blowing with a sudden gust of wind. Cold and calculating, the expression seemed to be offset with the knee high boots, fish net stockings, pink hot pants, and a gawdy blouse that didn’t leave too much for the imagination.
“There…” she whispers. Watching a black Lincoln with darkly tinted windows turning onto the street, its badge on the fender pronouncing a political official.
Stepping closer to the street, her expression changes, into a ditzy ‘looking for a high roller’ hooker. Stepping out a shapely leg, hand placed on her hip, flashing a seductive smile the car slowly rolls up. The back windows roll down, “Oi, how’d you like to go for a ride?” a overweight middle aged man calls from the back.
The woman nods and winks, “Target comfirmed.” Her mind whispers.
Stepping into the car, her body becomes a play house to the heavily mustached man.
“So, what is a beautiful woman like you doing out alone at night?” he banters, knowing full well what she was doing.
“Waiting for you.” She bats her lashes, yet inside her soul seethes as his hand moves across her body. Moving up her leg, pinching her breasts, and repeating and in drooling state. “Mother f**ker! You better not go any further than that!!” her mind screams at him.
The man chuckles, licking his lips, “So, do I get to be the bad boy?” he winks at her.
She cringes, “Oh are you cold?” the man mistaking it for a shiver of cold.
“Yes, just a little.” She flashes her disarming smile.
“Driver, you can pull into that empty lot.” The man points through the windshield. With a nod the driver pulls over into a poorly light gravel lot in between two tall buildings.
“That’s the best I can do for privacy.” He grins at the young woman.
She nods, “That’s good enough.” With a grin.
“Now, show me what you have.” His mouth opens, hands hungrily reaching for her blouse, breath panting.
“Not today.” Her expression goes cold, in a flash a dagger appears from her oversized blouse sleeve easily slicing the flesh of his beefy neck, his eyes going wide, hands grasping for his spraying life force. In a blur the dagger completes its path with a slam to the temple of the driver, an instant kill.
She sits there watching him bleed out, “You pig, if I wasn’t hired to do this, I would have killed you anyways for touching me like the scumbag you are.”
The man can only gurgle and gasp as his face becomes pale, eyes roll into the back of his head and falls into the seat.
With a smirk she wipes off her blade, re-sheathing it and steps out the car closing and locking the door behind her. Quickly walking off into the darkness she pulls out a cell phone, hitting a button for speed dial, “Its done.” Hanging up.
“Never again…” she murmurs, a shiver runs through her body at the thought of him touching her unclothed body, slight rage fills her,“Never ever again.”
A frown appears, “There’s only one man I’d allow to touch me, and he ain’t here right now, f**king midlife pussy eating cockmunching crisis f**kbags like that deserve to die.” She continues to mumble while disappearing into the darkness.

k done with teh awesome violence now teh sex! =D!
gj sano :up:

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Sounds good soo far I will read the second post later...too lazy to read it all now