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Hello it's me Sketch. But you can also call me Gamzee. I write multiple genre's so there'll be a variety of stuff. My most recent story:

Fatetility

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Fatetility

About: Ever believed in fairytales? Prophecies? Or even fate? How about witches or other mystical beings?


Juggling school, family, and her social life, Kat encounters a surprise when she leasts expects it. Which turns out to be her childhood friend, Wren, who apears with a gift. Desperate to adapt quickly, she plans on keeping it a secret from her family. Especially Cayden, a guy who she has been best friends with for years. Now caught in a dilemma (which seems more like a curse then a blessing), Kat must face the present -- or be trapped wihout having any future at all.

Genre: Fantasy
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CHAPTER ONE

"You! Yes you, pervert! It's called legs everyone has them!" I stared daggers at the elderly man sitting on the bus. Clutching my books tighter, I waited for his reply, then turned away when he looked at his feet in embarassment. Cayden had his black hoodie pulled over his head, and was snickering quietly to himself. The bus took a turn, and tilted to the side. Not so far ahead, there was a fairly new looking buiilding. Kids sitting out on the grass, with their bookbags slung on their shoulders -- school. The bus stopped and Cayden and I got out, and walked side by side to homeroom.

I walked into homeroom and walked to my usual seat by the window. My bag was set down on the floor next to my desk, and I leaned back in my seat. The teacher must've been running late. My classmates were doing the usual -- listening to music, texting or gossipping. Cayden pulled up a chair next to me, and sat down casually in the typical way of how a guy sits. He put his arms behind his head and chuckled, and I shot him a look, "What are you laughing at?"

"You nearly killed that old man on the bus this morning."

I crossed my arms stubbornly, and I felt the bubbling anger in the pit of my stomach. "Well good! Serves him right for staring at me. You know I'm sensitive about my height." Yes, I was tall, 5'7'' actually. But Cayden was tall too. He was 6'1''. On the other hand, my cousin Sadie, was 5'5''. Short and cute, which I admit, made me a little jealous.

Cayden smiled softly, and his dimples showed. That smile was a winner. Everytime when he smiled, I couldn't help but smile. Cayden pulled out a piece of paper and began drawing. I looked at what he was drawing and I nearly fell off my chair. "Wow Cayden, it looks just like me!♥" I exclaimed and I saw the blush stain his pale cheeks.

The door bursted open and the cool breeze picked up, and blew scrap papers in the room. Our teacher, Ms. Klett, was holding multiple suitcases of classwork. She clearly didn't have a good night. Her hair was pulled in a messy bun, and her skin was paler than usual. It was rumored that Ms. Klett's parents died in a terrible fire not too long ago, and her boyfriend had an affair wih the teacher a couple of doors down from our homeroom -- Mr. Accosi. Cayden pushed his chair back to his seat, which was conveniently next to mine. I opened my back and pulled out my marble notebook, taking notes frantically on the rushed lesson.

CHAPTER TWO

The bell rang, and Kat, along with Cayden, walked down the hall. Cayden had his hands stuffed in his pockets, and wore a smug smile on his face. He was pegging me on and on about how I shouldn't be so insecure on my height. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He has to listen to me rant everyday. I really need more friends at school. He finally got on my last nerve until I cut in. "I have to pee."

"Very lady like." He said, then ended with a sigh. "Alright, I'll see you in class." Cayden squeezed my hand before walking off. I watched him walk away for a moment, then my bladder called and I walked in the girl's bathroom. The walls were painted a sky blue, with paint chipping off in random places. The stalled were black, but had some bight words scrawled over them with paint. I frowned then turned to look in the mirror, ...Why are my cheeks red? Touching my cheek in clear confusion a voice spoke up behind that caused me to jump up. But there was something familliar about the voice. I looked at the figure in the mirror -- a red haired girl with snake bite lip piercings.

"Wren?! What are you doing here?"

Wren smiled and laughed heartily. "Well that's not a way to treat an old friend after eleven years, isn't it?"

I rose and eyebrow, and crossed my arms over my chest. "Only if you stalk them when their in the bathroom. What are you doing here?"

Wren walked closer and draped an arm across my shoulders. "I hear you have some roubles. Wierd because I heard your problems all the way from the Netherworld. So I brought you a surprise!" She held ou a fist and opened it to show the sparkling object in her palm.

"An earring?" I asked, and took it from her, putting it in my ear. Wren nodded, "It's charmed, keep it, It'll help alot." I laughed, "Why should I trust you?"

"And why not?" she countered. I pretended to think back eleven years ago. I was 5 and Wren was a year older than me. Wren was a witch, and at that time, she wanted to test her magic. We sat down cross legged on the carpet in my bedroom. Wren had a small cup of ice cream in front of her (she was trying to make a duplicate), and counted to three. On three, I was turned into ice cream instead. Snapping out of my reverie I shot her a look, "You weren't turned into ice cream." Wren smiled sheepishly, and rubbed her arm. "Stop living in the past honey, this time is different I swear. Now I got to go. Have fun!~" She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

I hope you're right, I thought as I walked out of the bathroom to continue with my day.

CHAPTER THREE

I continued on with the rest of my day in ease, besides Cayden's constant teasing. But the idea of having one earing on kept crossing my mind. I decided to shake it off, convincing myself it was nothing serious. Wren has it under control, and (hopefully) wouldn't mess up this stunt.

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My headphones where in my ears, blasting music. At the same time, I was multitasking with my phone texting Caleb, my boyfriend. I streamed through the chat log and sighed. He wasn't coming to school tomrrow. We had an on and off relationship, and things were very complicated.

Chat Log:

Caleb: Hey Kit Kat

Kat: Hey

Caleb: Not coming to school tmorrow either

Kat: :( aw okay

Yep. That was it. Should I be worried? I wanted to break up with him for awhile, but at the same time I didn't want to. Cayden was in the kitchen, grabbing a soda. He was now leaning in my doorway, watching me with those eyes -- the eyes that looked like he just woke up. He sipped the can of soda, "Caleb?" I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah." Cayden always had the ability to read my mind somehow. Our mothers were childhood friends, and we were born in the same hospital. "I want to break up with him, but I don't want to a the same time. It's so complicated." I propped my chin on my crossed arms, and Cayden waggled his eyebrows at me. "Maybe it's love." I laughed at the possibility. Cayden has been 'in love' seven times, and all turned out to be failures. As if I would take relationship advice from him.

Cayden finished the can and threw it out in the trash. "Well I have to go now. Is your mom or dad coming home?" I shook my head, and frowned. My parents were barely home. The only family member who's home more often than my parents is my cousin Sadie. But she's always crashing at a friend's house. My older brother, Elliot is too busy with his band and clingy girlfried I never liked. "I'll walk you to the door," I suggested, and got off my bed, wlaking with him to the doorway. Cayden smiled, "Hey, it'll be fine, I promise." He reassured before walking to his house. I smiled softly, I hope you're right I thought, before closing the door. Casually whistling, I walked into my room, and nearly fell backwards. Wren waved and smiled, "Hey Kat. I'm crashing at your place if you don't mind."

Simply shrugging, I sprawled myself back on my bed. "I don't mind." I tried to sleep for the night but Wren fell in love with kid's movies. I woke up when she laughed again. My teeth were clenched, and I forced myself to say it as nice as possible. "I will say this one more time Wren. Sleeping Beauty isn't a comedy."

"Pfft- if you say so." I raised an eyebrow, "And FYI, the witch dies at the end." That made her shut up. Wren stuck out her bottom lip and turned off the television. "Well fuck, that ruins everything then." I smiled slyly, then went to sleep for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER FOUR

The hot steam filled the bathroom as I was taking my shower. It turned off the water, and stepped out. Where was Wren again? I pondered this as I dressed and dried my hair. When I woke up this morning, she wasn't there. I simply shrugged, and casually layed on the couch. There was a knock a the door, then Sadie walked in. Remember Sadie? My short, boy crazy cousin. Sadie waved to me, then went to her room to talk on the phone. I for one, was waiting for my crybaby byfriend to reply to my text. Knowing he wouldn't reply I pressed a pillow to my face and screamed. First when I tried to remove the earring, it wouldn't come off, and now this was happening. Today might not go as I wanted it to.

Cayden

I leaned back in my chair with my headphones around my neck. Ella popped her head by my desk, "What is brother doing?" I nearly fell off and glanced at her. "I know you're five. But you have to learn how to knock." Ella was on the verge of tears, then I smiled softly and hugged her. "Stop crying, I'm not mad." Ella hugged me back, "Ella wants to visit Kat today!"

"Sounds like a plan." I picked her up and we walked to Kat's house.

Kat

Wren returned from her trip and I found out she had a meeting with her mother about the earring. There was anoher knock at the door, then I heard Cayden's voice. I smiled, and opened the door for him. "What's this?" Ella spoke up, "Ella wanted to spend time with Kat!" Then Cayden looked past me. "Who's your friend?" I pursed my lips and cursed mentally. "That's Wren, my friend."

Cayden nodded and greeted her. "Ella said she wanted to go to the amusement park." Ella nodded, and was pulling Cayden's hand. Wren and I laughed in unison until I gave in. "Alright let's go." We all headed to the amusement park. But I doubt I would be much amused by the situation I'm in.

Notice:

Well it looks different since I copid and pasted. here's the link. I'll just write a notice when I post new chapters. And Chapter 3.5 are character profiles

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Notice: I quit doing this story and started a new one XD I'll post it

Raven

Premise:

IN THE FUTURE NEW YORK CITY, the government kidnapped innocent infants from their families awhile back. Just for one mere purpose... to kill. They took all their personal information and hid them out of sight. One of those babies grown to be what she is now. 4-97. 4-97 is one of the first to be assigned to her first mission. She's sent out of the Facility into Dyke and must search through the city for her target. But when she finds him, does she really have the guts to finish the job?

17-year-old KEELAN FOSTER, is living a semi-formal life. Fending in the city with a group of other peoples who he calls "his family", and being an outsider in the Academy, Keelan wonders why his life is falling apart so suddenly. When he gets attacked while he was walking home by a strange girl, he wonders what else is in store for him, and for Dyke.

The situation is bigger than it appears. The government has been keeping many secrets from their people. Entrusting these secrets with anyone, can destroy Dyke and bring it back to a brutal time during its past.

PREFACE:

"We stand together to ensure the safety of Dyke. The Dark Times shall never resurface, and the brutal memory can never be erased from our past. We have acknowledged that peace is in danger, and mankind has not realized the priority it was given. Now it is our duty to destroy the enemies who wish to disturb Dyke's purity. For us, and for the people."

CHAPTER ONE:

{I'll be editing and revising a little later on. Bare with me with mistakes please. Warning: BEWARE OF SWEARING. It's not alot, but still.}

The rain fell from the dark sky as the murky clouds hovered over the city. Pulling the collar of his black Windbreaker, James watched as a woman carried a crying infant. James felt the guilt in his stomach, and he took a hesitant step closer to the two. The woman walked, possibly to her place of residence, and James followed slowly behind them, his footsteps making silent squishing noises on the wet pavement. As soon as they got there, James pulled out the handgun that he hid in his jacket. He rose the weapon, pointing at the mother's back. "Don't move."

The mother turned around, her eyes wide in fear, clutching her child closer to her chest. Her dark, sleek, hair clung and framed her softly rounded face;that appeared white by the dim street light. "Please, anything but my baby," she pleaded. James swallowed thickly. She wasn't making it any easier.

"We need the baby miss. She is needed for the Facility, and for Dyke. Now don't make me shoot." The woman began to cry, and her hold seem to tighten even more. James could tell she wasn't going to let go. Without saying anything else, he aimed his gun at her gut, and fired. She slumped, and fell slowly to her knees. Crimson liquid trickled slowly from her mouth, and the baby's cries grew louder. James walked foward, and took the small infant from the mother's arms. The coppery smell of blood mixed with the smell of rain filled his nose, and the guilt returned. The light inside the home turned on, and James ran away as fast as he could. Looking over his shoulder, he met the face of a boy who appeared about seven years of age. The boy scooped his mother's nearly dead body in his arms, and glared angrily at James's retreating figure in the darkness. "You son of a bitch! You killed my mom!" James looked ahead, but didn't stop running.

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My breaths were rapid, and my heart was thumping loudly in my ears. I ducked as an arrow whizzed over my head, then ran foward to slice the dummy's stomach with my dagger. My training for the day was complete. I wiped sweat that was beginning to form on my hairline, and set the weapon I equipped on the rack with the others. The other trainees clapped, and hollered, and I glanced at the scientists who were huddled in the corner, engaged in their own conversation. My name was 4-97. Yes I know, a strange name for a girl, but that's what the scientists named me here in the Facility. I stepped off the platform and sat on a bench. There were other kids like me in the Facility--young, and all training for an unknown purpose. None of us knew why, but the Facility seemed to make it clear it was important as much as it was dangerous. A short, blonde-haired girl approached, and handed me a water bottle. I took it, and drank quickly. "Thanks 4-50." 4-50 sat down and watched the others train. "Nice work there." This made me grin, "Thanks, but I'm beat. Serves me right for not sleeping last night."

"I told you! You never listen to me!" she replied, and I punched her in the arm. "Don't get cocky, douchenozzle." 4-50 and I were dormmates, training mates, and friends. The Facility wanted to seperate the girls and the boys so they put them in opposite wings. Entering the opposite gender's dorm was strictly against the rules. A man came up to us, and we both eyed him. He wore a white labcoat like the rest of the people who worked here aside from the guards. The man was tall, slender, and he wore thick framed glasses. The nametag pinned to his shirt said: Peter V.

"Well hello 4-97. Can you come with me for a moment?" I gave 4-50 an apologetic look, and she just waved me off. I nodded shortly, and stood up to follow Peter. We walked down the empty hallway, and I let him explain to me what was going on.

"In our observations we've noticed your tremendous success in your combat. Though your intellegence levels are a little less, but we could improve that soon," he said. On one hand, I silently prayed that by 'improve that', he meant anything else but locking me in a room with books. But on the other, I thought he was calling me a dumbass. Peter took me into a conference room. It had a tiled floor, beige walls, a file cabinet, and a long white table in the middle with two chairs across from each other. Unfamiliar with me surroundings, I sat down in one of the chairs, and Peter sat across from me. He rubbed his jaw as if he was thinking where to begin. My patience was running out so I blurted, "Why am I here?" Peter gave a ghost of a smile, and pushed up his glasses. "As I said from our moment in the hall, you've been showing excellent progress. I brought you here to tell you your purpose. I'll be telling this to some of the others as well."

"My purpose?" I wondered aloud. What the hell did he mean? Eyeing him for a moment, I leaned foward with my hands flat on the table. Peter nodded again, "Yes. you see 4-97, you know very well you and the other recruits were rought here for immense training. And that purpose is to kill." I froze, and blinked once. To kill? What could he mean? Peter kept talking, but I tuned out what else he had to say. All I caught was 'test', 'first mission', and 'don't tell anyone'. He must've noticed I was listening so he told me to go to my dorm to 'let the information settle'. I stood up, and walked to my dorm with my hands in my pockets.

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I was lying in by bed for the next hours, thinking about nothing. It was all too much. I didn't know where I was from, or who my parents were. I was never let into the outside world and now I was supposed to kill people? There was a knock at the door, then a boy with messy dark hair and a set of dark blue eyes came into the room--4-38. "Hey 4-97, what's up?" he sat on the edge of my bed, and I pressed a pillow to my face.

"By up you mean up my ass? Everything."

"Talk to me about it," he insisted.

Finally sitting up, I took the pillow off my face, and told him everything Peter told me, even if he said not to.

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