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Count me in, tho i dont know how well i am with writing.

Opening...

"I told you we should have taken that left turn, you imbecilious bufoon" Mark muttered in a half sober haze. They were walking a long path, with no beginning and no end, just eternity, and plenty of difficult choices. Mark's head was pounding and everything was becoming deteriorated... This was always how he felt when he tapped into his powers. Usually it was by accident, a burst of anger or something like that, but this was much more. He felt... danger, almost. And he knew Alec could feel it too. It was a mysterious link they shared. They did not know why this link was there, but it was, and Mark had learned that if things are, they are meant to be, in the eyes of the Creator.
"Do you feel it Mark? That ringing... the feeling at the back of your spine, that makes you fear for your life and wish for death? That is our destiny Mark, and an empty one at that." Alec growled, reaching for the ground. He was transforming... the feeling must have been strong, Mark thought. The only problem was, when Alec morphed, he could not control his anger at all.... and that meant attacking Mark meant nothing to him. Killing his only friend in this desert wasteland meant nothing to him. Indeed, the feeling was strong...

Alec made a deep guttural growl as blood trickled from his back... the knockback of the transformation had taken it's toll..... fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of irony. To be given a new, stronger form, Alec had to lose precious years of his life. This is what the transformations were doing to him- killing him. He did not even remember why he had these.... episodes. As Marc, he remembered nothing- only that it was his duty to walk the path, and that he must honour this duty. And Marc was his assistant. When they awoke already walking this path, Alec was cradling an unconcious Mark in his arms, in his transformed state. IT was then Alec realised he was not human, he was more than that. Him and Mark, they were special. But that was it- they were so special, there was no one else like them. But there were other.... unlike them.
Mark heard a rustling and his transformation took full bloom, he felt his bones creak as they grew at an abnormal rate, his eyes water as they became ten times more powerful. This was the danger..... the tall dark man stepped out of the ground, in a spectral manner. His long silver stranded hair covered one eye.... the other was coloured dark red around the iris. He carried a large sword with three notches in the blade.... his victims perhaps? Then Alec realised.......this man mirrored Mark. he had the same face structure, the same body, the same.... presence..... could this be the evil he had dreamt of? The evil so far away yet so close to home? As the man raised his blade in a comabtant formation, it would seem that they may not survive to find out.....

ok i'm in on this, i'm for all writing who starts this off?

As Daniel

Sat next to jerry listening to the song, he looked around for a bathroom and started to walk off into the darkness of the room he was in. He saw a door at the end of a corridor and looked at the sign, it displayed the mens bathroom sign, as he opend the door.
"Sandra, Have you seen my friend daniel?" Jerry said kind of tipsy.
"No Mr. Doyle, but please excuse me as i take your drink." As she bent over for the cup.
Jerry was quick to take a look at Sandras back, he then talked to her,
"Have you ever been married?" He said trying to sit up.
"No Mr. Doyle, but i had a boyfriend i recently broke up with." Sandra said standing there looking at Mr. Doyle
"Well how would you like it if you were to hang out with my friend Daniel, he's a nice guy and he seems to find you attractive." He said while he looked around for Daniel
"Thats very thoguhtful of you Mr. Doyle but i dont hink i can have another relation ship because the one i just had ended in a horrible way, car crash was involved." Sandra said sitting down starting to tear.
"Oh thats sad what happend?" Mr. Doyle said while leaning forward
Daniel started to head back to the table as he saw Mr. Doyle and Sandra talking about the car crash, daniel took a seat and asked what happend.
"Daniel there you are this nice looking young lady was talking about a very said time she just had with her past boyfriend, why dont you ask her to have a walk with you?" Mr. Doyle said in a whispering voice.
Daniel nodded and took her outside and walked along the sidewalk back to her house.......

At 7/4/06 03:07 AM, POIZIN wrote: ok i'm in on this, i'm for all writing who starts this off?

Read the first few posts in detail, they explain it all.

I have come up with another character.

Allan O'Hara, a 39 year-old ex-cop turned private invetigator who was kicked out of the force after killing a drug dealer and narrowlly avoiding a murder charge. He hates being off the force and relies on alcohol to be his "friend". He always carries a .38 snubnose revolver under his jacket as he is marked for death by the gang that the dealer belonged to. He still has many contacts in the police and uses them in his work and many in the force believe that he was kicked out unfairly and use him as a contact on the streets.

Intro for Allan O'Hara.

"FUCK YOU TOO, LADY!!!" He yelled, slamming the phone down hard. Today had not been a good day. No day for the last two years had been, but today had been worse than most. He looked at the clock on the wall. In fifteen minutes, a person who he had been following for a client would be leaving their office. He decided he should get going so he could scout out the area beforehand.
Just as he got to his car, his cellphone rang,
"Hello, Allan O'Hara speaking, he said. "Ok. I understand." Allan didn't have to follow the guy anymore as the client was with him. He walked back to his office, he had some business to sort out.
On his desk was a file, Joey Kelvin was written in bold letters, as was confidential. Allan had a huge amount of information and photographs on him. He knew where he lived, what he drove, how long he worked, even what he ate for breakfast. Allan had never met him, but he had a feeling that he knew him personally. He poured himself a glass of bourbon and looked in the file. As much as he knew, all he really wanted to know was why, but he knew that it would be a bad idea to ask.