egypt_cle

New Divide
By Linkin Park

I remembered black skies
the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
as time began to blur
Like a startling sign
that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
to prove me wrong
to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole
connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide

There was nothing in sight
but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
to prove me wrong
to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Across this new divide

In every loss
in every lie
In every truth that you’d deny
And each regret
and each goodbye
was a mistake to great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
to prove me wrong
to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason
to fill this hole
connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide

Visions swam through his head, pictures of events long past and beyond his control.  Still, he fought them.  Slashing and stabbing at the nightmares that floated through his head.  He couldn’t beat them, he knew that, but still he fought against them.  It was his nature, the way that he was.  Always fighting, never giving in.  Surrender was always an option, just not one that he considered, not even in his dreams.

He knew this was a dream, it had to be.  The last thing he remembered before this was Regina and how surprised he had been that she knew how to hunt.  She had brought him dinner, several small rabbits that she had found in the snow.  They had eaten, talked a little, then turned in for the night.  Yet, even though his mind knew that what he was experiencing now was a dream, he couldn’t shake it.

The next time he woke he had more strength, and his mind was much clearer.  This time Logan opened his eyes, immediately taking in his surroundings in order to determine if there was a threat.  He lay on the floor of a cabin wrapped in a wool blanket and a sleeping bag.  To his left the fire roared in the fireplace, the form of a young woman setting cross legged before it.  He silently sniffed at the air, taking in the scents that filled the room.  He smelled the musty cabin, the crisp scent of the snow falling outside, the sulfur and smoke from the fire, and the woman who sat before it.  He recognized her scent quickly, and realized it was the scent that he had smelled the first time he had woken up.

Question was, how did he get here?  The last thing he remembered was being cold, exhausted and starving.  He could still taste his own blood in his mouth, a memory of the extremes that one will go to in order to survive.  After this one, Fury owed him.  Big.  This was the second mess he had been asked to clean up for that bastard, and he was still waiting for the payback from the first one.  Logan would get his payback though, one way or another.  He always did.

The first thing he heard was the crackle of a fire, followed closely by the slow, steady thrum of a heartbeat.  He focused on that heartbeat, using the rhythm as an anchor for his mind.  He grasped it, clinging to it as if it were a rope that had been thrown down into the deep well in which he was trapped.  He began to anticipate each beat, using each one to pull himself a little closer to consciousness.

It seemed to take forever, but finally he began to be aware of his body and surroundings again.  He was lying on his back, the weight of what seemed like several blankets pressing down on him.  It was a comforting feeling, but not nearly as comforting as the pocket of warmth to his right.  As he became more aware he realized it was a person, more specifically a woman.  He could feel her body pressed close to him, her right leg swung over his and her arm resting across his chest.  It didn’t take him long to realize that the heartbeat was coming from her.

He took in a deep breath, her scent filling his nose.  She smelled familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.  There were too many jumbled thoughts, too much going on in his head for him to focus.  He couldn’t find his own name, let alone the name of the woman who lay next to him.  He was aware that he had lost his clothing, but it didn’t seem to matter at the moment.

Her skin was warm, and the contact seemed to chase away the cold that had settled into him.  He tried to move, tried to roll over and pull her closer to him, but his body wouldn’t move.  His eyes wouldn’t even open, no matter how hard he tried.  Finally, he gave up, focusing again on the slow steady rhythm of her heart.  He listened, enjoying the feeling that such a simple sound gave him.  It, combined with the warmth, told him he was still alive and that things could only get better from here.  He breathed a sigh, listening as it echoed in the empty darkness around him.  When it faded, the heart beat once again took over his senses.  He focused on that sound, allowing it to follow him back into unconsciousness.

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TBC

For those of you who do not know I am a fan of the X-MEN.  I run an X-MEN RPG on Yahoo! Groups called From the Dust.  Last year one of my favorite players had to take a leave of absence.  He has had medical issues, and there was never anything said about when or if he would come back.  Imagine my delight when about a month ago he told me that he thought he was ready to come back.  We spent a lot of time talking about our characters (he plays Wolverine and I play an original character named Regina).  Durring this conversation he issued a very interesting challenge to me.  He asked me to write a story that would take place between Logan and Regina.  I was all for it, until he gave me the scenario.  Wolverine is wounded in a fight and because he is stuck in the canadian wilderness in the middle of winter he nearly dies.  My character is supposed to find him and nurse him back to health.

Yeah, I know.  Anyone who writes is staring at this screaming "MARY SUE"!!!  This is a classic Mary Sue scenario.  Main character gets wounded, original character nurses them back to health and they fall in love.  Yeah, I know, my mind was screaming the same thing.

'NO!!!  HOW COULD YOU!!!  I'VE WORKED SO HARD TO KEEP HER AS FAR AWAY FROM THE MARY SUE AS POSSIBLE!!!'

After much himming and hawing around I came to a realization.  This was a challenge.  What better way to prve my writting ability than to write a mary sue scenario but make it distinctively NOT mary sue.  So, I took on the challenge and I think I did rather well.  I need to do a bit of revision to it, but once it is done I will share it with you (one piece at a time because it is like nine pages long).

I have a portfolio that is due on Monday of next week for my English 205 class.  This Portfolio must consist of one short story and about 7 to 9 poems.  Well, I have the poems, but I have not as of yet been able to find a story that I want to work or turn in. So, I started going through all of my old stories looking for one.  I thought that maybe I would use my story called 'Sins', but then while going through my deviantArt page I found my 'Unlikely Companions'.  I had forgotten about this story, and the two characters that it centers around.  Both of them had evolved into something completely different, but I had completely forgotten how they had started out.

I read the story over again, and realized why it was that they had evolved.  The werewolf character was inspired by one of my friends.  He was instrumental in my writing of the time, as well as developing my imagination and my talent.  I broke ties with him a while back, and to be honest I have been missing him lately.  Most of that is because of my 205 class.  We read and critique stuff in that class for others, and it has just left me wondering 'What would Syn think of this peace?'

Well, today I dug up my Unlikely Companions.  I may work with them, see what I can do with them, and see how far they want to go.  It may be just a short story, or I may end up completely rewriting their story and adding a history.  Either way, it should be fun.

And Thanks for everything Syn.

I don't go to the movies very often, usually because we don't have the money.  However, this month two movies come out that I have been waiting for a while to see.  The one that comes out this Friday I have been waiting almost five years for.  The one that comes out next week I have been waiting about three years for.  While my husband will be more than willing to go with me to see the one next week, he doesn't want to see the one that comes out this week.

SO, I have decided that on Friday after I get all my kids off to school, I am going to take myself to the movies.  I will go down while everyone is away at either school or work and see Wolverine.  Then, next week when Star Trek comes out my husband will take me to that one.

I can't wait.  These are going to be great movies.  :D

I saw the promotional video for the brand new Intuos4 tablet this morning, and imediately fell in love.  I wanted one, but knew that there was no way that I could come even close to winning the contest that dA is putting on.  Still, I wanted one.  So I went out on a lymb and asked my husband for one for my birthday.  Imagine my complete and utter shock when he told me YES.

I'm so excited that I spent half the night just jumping up and down, to the great delight of my husband.

It should be here by Friday at the earliest, and the middle of next week by the latest.  I can't wait.  :D

So it is the lover's holiday.  This is the time of year that people exchange romantic gifts and tell each other how much they love them.  Well, in my corner of the world, nothing says I love you quite like semi automatic weapons.  *evil grins*

My Valentines Present. 

Ok, so I don't read Romance Novels. I seem to have forgotten why exactly. All I really knew was that I didn't like them. Well, like an idiot, I decided to try one recently. So I bought 'Heart of the Dragon'. I got about a chapter in when the reason that I despise romance novels struck me.

The main character is a Dragon. He is in human form, and has the same feelings/emotions and the like as a human. However, for most of his life he has been unable to see color, unable to smell and unable to taste. So what happens? He comes across this woman and all of a sudden for no reason at all he can see her hair color (and is completely enthralled by it), can smell her (and of course it is 'intoxicating'), and can 'taste the sweetness of her lips'. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE! This crap NEVER HAPPENS!!!!!!!!!

That is what I hate about Romance Novels. They are completely and utterly UNREALISTIC! Stuff like what was mentioned above does not happen in real life. Of course, in all fairness, it is a paranormal/fantasy romance which means that Magic is involved and can be employed. HOWEVER, the woman is human from our world and has no idea what magic is or how it is used. So there is no way that she could have cast a spell on him in order to make herself more attractive to him.

Ok, maybe it is just me, but I like for the characters and people in my stories to be at least somewhat real. Real emotions, real thoughts, real actions. This kind of crap just drives me nuts. Needless to say, I read less than two chapters of this book and then decided that it was best to go get a Stargate SG1 novel. Might look into Star Trek novels again too. *shrugs* Won't pick up another romance though. Not again.