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(Part 9 of ???) _________________________________ XIESYRTH "You never told me you had a sister?" Samantha asks me after we start flying. "I do," I answer. "As well as thirty-five other brothers and sisters." "You have thirty-six siblings?!" Samantha exclaims. "How?" "Well-" I begin. "Nevermind. I don't want to know," she interrupts. We fly the rest of the way in silence. --- The sun is high in the sky when we land. I keep hearing Samantha and Caleb calling this "noon", but I cannott see myself saying that. Sometimes human slang is just ridiculous. Samantha climbs off of my to examine the clearing, but I stop her before she can get

(Part 8 of ???) _________________________________ CALEB I run out of the cave when I hear Jace hit the ground. Somehow he isn't bleeding, but he is unconscious. I check his pulse. Ridiculously slow, just like everyone else I resurrect. But still, alive. I look up at Xiesyrth, who is closest to him. "What happened?" I ask him, standing up. "I asked him why he didn't remember me, and then he collapsed," Xiesyrth answers. "Why would Jace remember you in the first place?" I question. Does Xiesyrth know Jace? "I used to visit my sister every few months, and the last few times, she had him with her," the blue dragon explains. At this, Saman

(Part 7 of ???) I think I'm going to stop the warnings here. You all probably get it by now. Anyway, on with the story! _________________________________ "Why?" I said after a few moments of silence. Huey crouched down in front of me and lifted my chin up with a gloved finger. Face to face. I got a good look at his eyes, skin tone, and teeth as he was smiling at me. Creepily, might I add. He has green eyes, slightly crooked teeth, and is Caucasian. And in case this was found by a less-than-intelligent police officer, he was white. "Three reasons, really," Huey said slowly. He sounded oddly like my father, now that I thought about it. "Th

(Part 6 of ???) WARNING: VORE Vore. Vore? Vore! No matter how you say it, it always creates great suspense. Anyway, on with the story! (I am extremely sorry for how long this update took. I didn't know I would be out for this long, and I'm going to be updating this story more often. Thank you for your time and consideration!) _______________________________________ JACE The voices come first. For whatever reason, I have always woken up this way. Whether it be from sleep or unconsciousness, I always wake up the same way. First the voices, then vision. "Samantha?" I hear Caleb say. "Yes, Caleb?" a teenage girl asks. "We have a problem,

WARNING: VORE Yes, my friends. The vore continues! Also, I'm pretty sure that most of you hate me for what I did to Logan in the last part so...let's just get on with the story. _______________________________________ JACE I'm starting to realize why everyone is so afraid of Caleb. He will do literally anything to achieve his goals, whether it be knocking some poor woman out to feeding a "friend" to another "friend". Speaking of which, my screams become muffled to the outside world. Is this it? Did Caleb only ressurect me to then turn me into food? I don't have any time to think of a good answer, because my head begins to squeeze through

WARNING: VORE For real this time! Get ready for this, my dear Deviants. Shit's about to go down. _______________________________________ But I immediately stop. I'm an idiot! I had the victim, ALIVE in front of me, and I did nothing. I close the journal and walk back to the autopsy room. Before I can get there, however, I see the group of people I was stuck in that room with running away. I stop a man before he can run past me. "Hey. Calm down. What happened?" I ask. "They're gone, Logan! They're gone!" the man shouts. He runs past me before I can get clarification. I burst into the autopsy room, fearing the worst. The woman that Caleb

(Part 3 of ???) WARNING: VORE No exclamation point this time, but still as true as before. And, in case you've been thinking: 'Why hasn't there been any vore yet, even though this Kronos guy says there is?' then don't worry. It will happen soon. But, until then, YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED! _______________________________________ Before I can read anything else, a young police officer bursts into my office. "Sir!" he shouts, panting. "Officer Logan! We have more information on your case. With the boy, that is." "Woah there," I say, cracking a smile at the young officer's stamina problem. "Sit down. Tell me what's going on." The young poli

(Part 2 of ???) WARNING: VORE! I added an exclamation point this time. If you haven't gotten the message yet, there is vore in this. If you don't know what it is, then look it up. For the last time, you have been WARNED. _______________________________________ I don't remember the last time I cried for real. I think it was a few years ago, when I was nine. I was having an argument with my sister. Oh yeah, I have a sister by the way. Well, had. She's an only child now. Her name is Chloe. Anyway, the argument was over whether or not cartoon physics were real. I was defending the latter position, while Chloe (eleven at the time) was scream

Part One of ??? WARNING: VORE There. I did it. Right there, big old WARNING sign. If you like vore, then stay, and come along for the ride. If not, go ahead and LEAVE. For the final time, you have been WARNED. _______________________________________ My name is Jace Faulkner. I am thirteen years old. Or at least, I was. I was a relatively nice kid. I think. My parents told me that before I was abducted. I loved my parents, as they did me. They were good people, aside from their strange obsession with collecting carved wooden alpaca figurines. I used to count them every month as a part of my chores. They have a good seventy-three. Anyway