Last cry.Whisper smiled as she passed by the mess hall. Last cry.
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Everyone was celebrating the date of which Dissolution had been founded.
There was cake and icecream, chips, pop, pizza, and all sorts of other junk food.
There was also wine and beer set out for the brave, but Whisper stayed away from that table.
Loud music filled the area, the bass booming a catchy beat and many Dissolution members were dancing.
Whisper laughed as she witnessed Blaster dancing on a table, singing the lyrics loudly into a spoon like a microphone.
This day was one worth celebrating.
It was the day that the Ninja founded Dissolution, to fight back against evil and protect the innocent where others could not. Because of Dissolution, crime and war decreased by 70%, and countless of lives had been saved.
Admittedly, Whisper wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for the Ninja and Dissolution.
Whisper looked around, half expecting to see her smiling Master in the shadows, taking part in the celebration of Dissolution's fou
RageYou're restless, yet nothing you do seems to satisfy you.Rage
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You clench your teeth so hard that you swear your gums are going to bleed.
Your head is throbbing, clouded with the poison of the emotion that veils your rational thinking.
Your heart's beating faster, harder. It's beginning to hurt. Like a knife through your sternum.
The pit of your lungs sting. Your diaphragm can't descend low enough for deep breaths to bring you serenity.
You feel sick. Or is it more pain? You can't tell anymore, but whatever's in your stomach, it's unpleasant.
You sweat profusely as you heat up like a teapot. It starts in your face before spreading all over your body like a wild fire.
In the tips of your fingers and toes, you feel an unwanted tingle. You flex your muscles in attempts to rid it, but there it stays.
You need to hit something, anything. Crack, rip, tear, break!
You stay your violence with the last ounce of sanity you have left.
But you're already at your boiling point.
It'll only take one
Sleepless, Unwakeful - 11Whisper gasped slightly as she opened her eyes. She was leaning against the wall of the sanctuary, a sheet wrapped around her shoulders. She groaned and rubbed her sore neck, which had been hung low while she slept. She looked up at the platform.Sleepless, Unwakeful - 11
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The Ninja was still standing idly. He hadn’t moved for hours from his position.
Whisper lowered her head and sighed sorrowfully. She looked at the katana which she had pried from his frozen fingers.
It was resting on the floor beside her, the blood now dried and crusted.
She remembered how she had cried and called his name for hours, but received no initial response from him. After that, she lost any hope of waking him from his estranged state. It took her fifteen minutes to pry his blade from his fingers without hurting him, though he didn’t even respond to pain anymore.
She rubbed her crusty eyes, which were red from crying. “I’m sorry, Master...” she whispered, “I should have come here the first tim