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story 8
2002-11-12 14:59:20
joe stood in his closet looking for the proper atire, he had very few clothes that would stretch as he expanded but he looked until he found some really big black baggy pants from his dad's closet, using a belt he secured them to himself and found a black t-shirt that would expand if he grew larger. the black sunglasses he bought came in very handy as he disliked sunlight to begin with and now it seems that would be the only time he slept. as he packed a few food stuffs into a bag and got together some clothes the faerie talked. "yeah, satan lets his cronies out all the time but god only lets us out very little."
ok time to start class, i'll put more in later - story 7 2002-11-12 14:50:21 "dammit! i can't move." the old man lying on the ground spoke turning to joe, "old man, what is going on here?" joe asked the prone geezer. "it's simple, the devil has your family under his control and in his service, i tried to stop them but your father is stronger then any foe i've faced yet, he dropped me in one blow and now i'm dying, fearie will explain the rest to you, but for now, end my suffering. test your strength if you must but please just kill me." the man said in a broken voice, and a small figure crawled from his pocket, it was a small girl with wings and long curly red hair, had she not been indeed the clice fearie, she might've been cute. "whats going on? who's that?" he asked pointing at the diminuitive being. "I am a fearie. and i will show you where to save or kill your family, whichever might be the case." she spoke in a soothing voice that squeaked ever so slightly as he heard it, making her voice very calming. "now..... end it!" the man yelled drawing joe's attention back to the task at hand. "ok if thats what you want." joe said and pumped his muscles up to a large size and runing forward, he jumped and landed knees first into the man. he rolled off, picking him up as he rolled and then punched through his stomach, his arm exploded from the man's back, who gasped as his life force drained even swifter than before. joe removed his arm and gripped his victim's head in one hand, holding it tighter as his muscles grew, he grunted as his effort was met with resistance for a few moments, then with a loud crack that echoed in his ears, the mans skull split open and poured blood all over the place, he dropped the remains and turned to the small being, "so? where are we going?"
- story 6 2002-11-08 15:32:32 joe stood up and looked at the zombie family before him, he knew he couldn't beat them all and his sister was trying to talk his dad out of it, he picked her up by the neck and threw her into the window, she shattered through and disapeared from his sight. this was too much, he honestly didn't mind pain inflicted upon himself but he always watched out for his little sister, he turned and walked into his parents bedroom, found the shotgun his dad bought durring the y2k crisis and came back out blasting, blam! his father dropped, blam! his mother fell forward screaming and clutching her stomach, BLAM! his brother flew back and fell to the ground, shot disfigureing his face beyond belief. he put the gun down. he was breathing heavily and whatever his mother injected into him was dragging him into unconciuosness. he fell to the ground on his way to the window, he looked out and his sister stood unharmed looking in at him. she walked in around him and picked up his dad, he started moving again and his mother got back up, followed by his brother, as he watched the skin on thier bodies contorted and flexed, returnoing to how they looked before he shot them. "sorry joe but they are mom and dad, i owe this to them." his sister spoke in a soft voice. suddenly the dorr to his house burst in and a man, wearing a cross and wielding a sword ran in. "begone deamons of the neatherland!" he spoke and swung down with the sword, his father dodged it and grabbed the man, he picked him up, a hand on either side of his head and slammed him into the ground. "for now son, this battle is over, but you belong to us now, don't ever forget that!" he yelled the last few words and a fire erupted behind him, they each turned and walked into it, the fire disapated and he fell to the ground, everyhting hurt, his arms, his legs, every part of his body cried out inside him. suddenly convultions struck him, he flipped up onto his knees and fought the urge to vomit. something was taking over his body, he felt it changing, he felt his bones tearing and growing, his muscles bulged with new power, his head swam as understanding of his own strength flooded his mind. "dammit, they got you, now you do have to die, i was hoping to save one this time but i was too late, and now i don't even have the strength left to kill you." the old man spoke from were he lay on the ground. "you are becoming one of them, there is no reason to fight it, no one has succeded yet, so give in and kill me a little faster, end this pain." he finished. indeed it seemed that no matter how hard he struggled for control he still lost it. just as joe was about to give up an image apeared before him, it was the unhappy, painfilled, and pathetic look his sister had given him before walking into the fire. "no!" he told himself. "no! i won't let her down! i won't let her end up like that! if i have to experience pain fine! but she is too good to end up as satans helper!" he stood up, every inch he raised himself might as well have been a mile, he pushed himself harder than ever before. sweat rolled off his back in large drops and down his face as he pushed to gain one more centemeter. he finally was on his feet, the pain subsided whatever had tried to control him backed off and gave up. but not before it had altered his body alot. as he looked down his muscles pulsed, he watched as they grew larger and smaller, larger and smaller, almost throbbing but there was no pain. he searched him memory and found the new information on how to operate this. he held his arms above his head, threw them forward and held them forward as the muscled bulged to gigantic size. all the muscles in his body became huge. he then relaxed them and let them go down. they went almost to the bone before they reached thier smallest and stopped. he could control the size of his muscle mass at will!
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story 5
2002-11-08 14:46:15
he slowed down as he reached the game room, he turned around. his mother and brother were following him, he became woozy, he backed up but forgot about the stairway and fell over the railing. he landed backl first on the tile kitchen floor. he stood up very awkwordly and looked into the family room a woman sat on the couch in the family room, he knew who it was imediatly, "hello sister, you here to kill me too?" he asked the figure. but as he did, it stood up and turned to him, when she raised her head he saw tears on her face. "i don't want this. i don't want to die." she cried, he was surprised by this but his sister had always been different about wierd things and it made some sense she wouldn't go along with this. he walked over to her, and stumbled a little, she grabbed him and stedeed (sorry can't remember how to spell that off the top of my head) him. she hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder. "don't worry, i'll help, i'll make it better." but before he could think of what he might do to help he was grabbed and picked up off his feet from behind, there stood his father, he picked joe up over his head and threw him into a nearbye wall. at first he thought his neck had snapped completley, but he was not that bad off, he actually felt like stanidng up.
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story 4
2002-11-08 14:20:01
he raised his fists and prepared to attack his own brother again. "the only thing i'm sure of right now is that your going to lose, it's that simple. so resign to it." joe spoke in an angry voice. he charged forward, his brother ducked and threw an uppercut that sent joe through the ceiling with his arms pinned at his sides, he shook his head trying to make sure his neck was still atached and get the dry wall out of his hair. suddenly another punch hit him in the stomach, he was send back throught the wall and fell into the room adjacent to his. his mothers craft room, she worked on so many things in here. he got up shakily, the blows were powerful and hurt alot, but he still had the strength to stand. but as he stood, arms encircled him in a gentle grip from behind, the sweet and soothing but still far off voice of his mother spoke into his ear. "come my son, end this suffered egxistance. think of how much better you will have it so much easier with us." he replied coldly without turning his head. "no, to hell with you! i am not about to spend the rest of eternity with a family i wouldn't spend an entire night with." she only smiled and reached her head forward, and bit down hard on his exposed shoulder. he yelled out as some kind of thick substance pumped into his viens, the pain was excrutiating and he thought he would pass out, he suddenly had to fight for control over his body motions, he turned and pushed her off of him and punched her in the face. he ran, he couldn't fight his own mother could he?
ok my teachers getting on me i'll put more in later
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