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Rules-- Please Read DISCLAIMER/WARNING: This character is impetuous, spirited, and tempestuous. Heart of Darkness can be extremely and brutally honest.  She is dark and dangerous.  Blood and darkness fuel her fire.  Not the person in the pics, and this character is an original character from MySpace circa 2006. No  RPGs.  Heart is an army of one.No ooc drama (condoning, starting and participating) will be tolerated.  Rudeness is also not tolerated.No Children-18 (NC-18) no exceptions... ever. Adult/mature themes and graphics (violence and sexual graphics) present. (Minors are blocked without hesitation)Basic Role Play etiquette-- No godmodding, power playing, or auto playing.  The exception to this is asking me first.  NPCs (Non Player Characters) are fair game.Side note... Person behind the character is a serious storyteller.  She is not here looking for  cyber or start intimate relationships.  If that is your sole purpose for role playing, get the f*** out.    Para to multi-para storytelling is preferred & it is an avid belief that quality trumps quantity.*Rules are tentative*Heart of Darkness.No copyright infringements intended.  Pictures and quotes, not written by the author behind the screen, are used exclusively for the purpose of role playing and are meant strictly as a form of entertainment."Sure, I would love to help you out. Which way did you come in?" -- Unknown.

I AM an American Soldier. I AM a warrior and a member of a team. I SERVE the people of the United States, and live the Army Values. I WILL always place the mission first. I WILL never accept defeat. I WILL never quit. I WILL NEVER LEAVE A FALLEN COMRADE. I AM disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I ALWAYS maintain my arms, my equipment and myself. I AM an expert and I AM a professional. I STAND READY TO DEPLOY, ENGAGE, AND DESTROY THE ENEMIES OF THE UNITED STATES IN CLOSE COMBAT. I AM a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I AM AN AMERICAN SOLDIER.

Short and simple, here we go:*No Godmoding | Metagaming - play fair and I will do the same.*Bulletins, I post a lot of them. I talk to my friends that way. Unless they're directed to you or just left open- mind your business.*I understand, my face is a Korean face. No, I do not speak Korean, Chinese, Japanese, whatever-nese. If you speak it to me I'll probably be sitting here reading it all wrong and trying to figure out what the hell you've just said to me. Yeah.*Novella | 18+ - an obvious rule. *I'm located in the future. Figure something out to connect us to each other. Be creative. There's a lot of things you can think of. *It takes two to write a story, therefore, do not leave the SL discussions to me, especially if you added me. Have something in mind before you decide to comment me, and it better be something interesting too, otherwise, I'm probably going to end up deleting you. I don't want to be stuck with boring SL's.*Spellcheck; USE IT. LOVE IT. MARRY IT.*No stealing anything on my page. Thanks.*Multi-SL; none of my SL's connect to each other. And it seems like that's pretty much it, simple right? Good.

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The rules and information below is being presented so that those of you who have known me for only a short period of time have a better understanding of me. As for those of you who have known me for a long period of time, it is likely that none of this is new information.1. Rp Style- I am very easy to work with, and want the person I am rping with to feel comfortable. Therefore, I tend to use the style that they are using.2. Types of people I rp with- One look at my Top list will show you that I rp with a variety of types. I am not biased towards or against characters from any specfic shows, movies, books, etc.3. Relationships- I don't cheat, and I am strongly against the practice of someone doing it. I have matched people up in the past, but I will not do it for someone who has one character that is "single and looking", while they have another character that is in a relationship. If you are in a relationship with two different people as two different characters, you are cheating, as far as I'm concerned. I understand that many disagree, and I do see where you are coming from. However, it is my personal opinion.4. Cooperation- Whether you are rping with a friend or an "enemy", rping is like a dance. Everyone involved needs to be on the same page regarding what direction the rp is going in. If I leave you a Comment and you don't understand what I mean or can't decide how to respond, tell me, and I will help you. 5. Death- I personally am not a big fan of it. If I am fighting you, I will always give you the opportunity to avoid death. At the same time though, I rp with some people who encourage me to attempt to kill them. To those of you who do that, I most likely will not let you down, lol.6. Hours- I understand that it can be difficult at times to figure out when I will be here. Generally, I am here daily, from about 9:45am-12:30pm Eastern time Sundays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays; and 9:45am-11:30am Eastern time Mondays, Fridays, and Saturdays. When I am here at other times, it is usually to only read messages or update my profile.7. Age- I am an adult, both OOC and IC. I think everyone who knows me is already aware of that though.

The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically. Well Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonnie lass. Do we have an accord? "The Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow." It has such a lovely ring to it... A wedding? I love weddings. Drinks all around! Worry about your own fortunes gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. When you marooned me on that god forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. You need to find yourself a girl mate. Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch are you? Fortunately, I know how to counter it; the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink; the man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking. Of the two of us I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny, therefore my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse same as you. Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. Well, yes mate. See, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you need to watch out for, because you never know when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. You can keep doing that forever, the dog is NEVER going to move. The last time you left me a pistol with one shot. Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day. And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not? I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically. I want you to know that I was rooting for you. Know that. Elizabeth... it would never have worked between us darling. I'm sorry... Will... nice hat. Friends... This is the day that you will ALWAYS remember as the day that you... Well Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonnie lass. Do we have an accord? Not if you're the one doing the ambushing. I go in and convince Barbossa to send his men out with their little boats. You and your mates return to the Dauntless and blast the bejesus out of them with your little cannons, eh? What do you have to lose? She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word really... except for, of course, Elizabeth, who is in fact, a woman. Worry about your own fortunes gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. When you marooned me on that god forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. You need to find yourself a girl mate. Or perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch are you? Fortunately, I know how to counter it; the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink; the man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking. No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy? Of the two of us I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny, therefore my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse same as you. No. *You* want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your bonny lass, ol' what's-er-face. Dirt. This is a jar of dirt. Where is it? Where is the thump-thump? I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs. Now where is that monkey? I want to shoot something! Got it! Come to negotiate, eh? Have you, you slimy git? Look what I got I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it! Can't let you do that, William. 'Cause if Jones is dead, who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now, if you please. The key. Ah-ha! So, we've established my proposal as sound in principle. Now, we're just haggling over price. You mistrust me? Listen, you can mistrust him, trust me. Let us examine that claim for a moment, former Commodore, shall we? Who was it that, at the very moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars, saw fit to free said pirate and take your dearly beloved all to hisself, eh? So whose fault is it *really* that you've ended up a rum-pot deckhand what takes orders from pirates? Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic - terrific soprano. Worth at least four... maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention... he's in love? With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, eh? No. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever we dont' have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?Yep! I'm good wiv it. Shall we seal it in blood... I mean... ink? Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon. I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. Lum se se, eunich-y. Snip snip. Cuttlefish... eh... let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends the cuttlefish... bind them up together and they'll devour themselves without a single thought... Human nature, in'it? Ooor... rather fish nature... So yes... we could hold up here well-provisioned and well-armed... and half of us would be dead within the month! Which seems grim to me no matter how you slice it! Or as my colleague so naively suggested, we can release Calypso, and God-willing, she will show us mercy... I rather doubt it. Can we just ignore that she is a woman scorned, the fury the likes of which Hell hath no? We cannot. And so, we are left with but one option. I agree with, and I cannot believe the words that are coming out of me mouth... Captain Swann. Now, Will, you tell me somethin'. Have you come because you need my help to save a certain distressin' damsel? Or... A damsel in distress? Or... whatever... Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig. This is not my vessel. My vessel is magnificent, and fierce and huge-ish and gone. Why is it gone? Why would he do that? Because he's a lummox, isn't he? Well we shall have a magnificent garden party and not invite him! And all of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Savvy? Why should I side with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past... one of you succeeded. I leave you people alone for just a minute and look what happens. Everything's gone to pot!

Today I'm going to start doing a sort of multi-character RP. Although my profile pic right now is Samus, I have decided that I will also play Nightmare Moon or Princess Luna, if anybody wants. Yes I know my profile  bio is about Samus but I think we can ignore that for now. Although this is just a test to see if I should just make another account for Nightmare Moon.

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Authors Note: I am a very laid back, nice, and very caring person once I get to know you. But, here are my guidelines that I hope you will follow or I will not hesitate to block your ass.1) First and foremost; There's a thing called spell check. Use it. I've been roleplaying for nearly ten years now. OBEY this rule. I don't want my I.Q. to suffer from the idiocracy by ones lack of education. In other words, LITERACY is a MUST!2) [Ladies only! If you're a guy skip this rule!] Don't add me then message me you're a slut. I already got a hoe and I don't need anymore for my gardening purposes. Its sitting in the shed.3) You add, you send the greeting and the starter. If I added you, I will send the greeting and the starter.4) No stealing my pics! I'll castrate you and shove it down your throat. For those of you with Vaginas... I'll get some of my friends to do worse things to you. Like shove a curling iron where the sun don't shine or something along those lines. Be warned.5) Leave the drama and the bullshit at the front door. Thank you.6) Discuss a storyline with me before you send a starter.7) I do NOT accept pre-made starters.8) If we get in a disagreement, be civilized about it.9) Fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. And trust me... You will not like it when I'm angry.10) ooc is for comments unless you wish to keep it between you and I. Please send starters to my inbox. Allows me to keep things organized and not get lost in the sea of ooc randomness in my comments.11) I hate Multi-Char accounts. Won't accept them.12) All starters must be at least three paragraphs. Refer to rule six which also mentions my guidelines for starters. If the paragraphs fluctuate after the initial starter that is perfectly fine. But please try to put some effort into the roleplay, and give me detail so I have something to go on.13) If you wish to fight me please know the basic rules of combat within RP. I will not state them as I EXPECT you to already know these things when fighting a roleplayer of my caliber. If you don't know anything about fighting don't bother to even challenge me to a fight. Save me the trouble by deleting me now. 14) I expect at least two to three paragraph replies or starters. I can deal with with one, just expect the same effort from me that you put forward. Why should I go out of my way to attempt to type more when you make no attempt to? And at least give me some dialogue to respond to or some sort of reaction to my character when he is in the general vicinity. Gives me something to go on at least. And here is something for you to chew on. If you roleplay with me I tend to make my paragraphs fat. The definition of a paragraph is 3-5 sentences minimum. Correct? Well I tend to make my paragraphs at least 9-10 lines, which is usually 9-10 sentences, before I start a new paragraph. So my one paragraph can be counted as three paragraphs if I were to split them that small. But I feel a thicker paragraph looks better for the read. Hope I didn't just mind-fuck your brain. Common sense people. Thank you for reading this. Now lets get to Roleplaying.P.S. Skype: Ask for it.Aim: Ask for it.

1st basic rp starter between river and the drRiver song sat curled up apon the bed her blue tardis shaped diary in one hand and her pen in the other. Confined once more within the storm cage of her prison. Her diary was like the tardis bigger on the inside so that it never run out  or needed replacing. Stopping for an instant she looked around her prisoncell a small smile playing apon her lips at how the room only held the bare essentials.*soon, once more to be free just when the doctor needs me most*She thought to herself as she lay back and got comfortable, the guard roaming back and forth along the empty corridors a telephone hanging nearby on the wall just outside the cell bars. As she waited for the time to come when she was once more free River Song read through slowly the pages of her diary and the times she spent with the doctor starting from the time when they first met at the library. It started when he took her to see the singing towers of Derillium. to him it would be their last night together the time she was to leave and would come to die at the library  in place of him during their fight with the vashta narada, and yet it would be the very first time they would come to meet. River thought how confusing things were when you were a time traveller. but before her train of thought could go any further the peal of that phone rang out.instantly she slammed shut the diary put it away and got ready. The time had come, the time to run, to travel to search for the doctor no matter how long it took. seconds later River's stormcage prison cell was empty and she was on the move. Two words she sent to the doctor's psychic paper followed by time, date & location."Hello Sweetie"2nd basic rp starter(one week previously.*)river sat silently and ever watchful as the long day withing her storm cage prision cell turned into the darkness of the evening. Her things were packed and she was now ready to escape her cell once more. river smiled as the guard stopped just out of reach of her cell and noted that she was still there, but as soon as he was out of sight and the guards were taking the last few minutes to change river vanished from her cell and the alarm sounded soon after her disappearence.(present time)for a week now river had been on and unknown alien world and the start of the second week was just begining and though she had tried in vien to find out what was happening river was having trouble. she knew this world was in trouble from someone or something unknown but she didn't know what so she thought it was time to bring in the big guns.with a smile on her lips river sent the doctor a psychic message with the date, time, and the co ordinates that eh would need and the words *hello sweetie* and promptly sat back and waited for him to arrive.3.. written with jack harkness in mindHow long it had been since river had lost her parents in new york manhattan she didn't really care she'd been through it all before though this had been the first time for the doctor who hadn't taken their loss well at all. After river had left him she had gone home now that she was no longer in the stormcage facility for killing a man that didn't exsist and set about writing the Melody Malone novel that she was supposed to write and then take it back to 1938 to her mother to get it published. With things still fresh in her mind she set about writing things down in great detail not sparing anything and writing chapter titles that would give her sweetie the answers he sought without there being any spoiler references before she would use her vortex manipulator to head straight for 1938. After the book was given to her mother to get published with an after word written  with sweetie in mind Sr River Song made sure that it would be inside his jacket pocket for when the appropriate time came. With everything set River used her manipulator to arrive in the city of Cardiff to await the time of the angels and decided to spend time in this fair city that the Doctor often landed the tardis at because of his oldest friend Captain Jack Harkness. River had heard sweetie mention this man on more than one occasion but had never been introduced to him which River found annoying so she decided to do what the Doctor wouldn't and meet the man in question herself. Now all she had to do was find the man.

Standard Croc stuff!Croc is known for durability and a healing factor given his reptilian features. He can regenerate lost limbs. This is limited to decapitation. He can't grow his head back. Also, he ages very slowly. Although he looks to be in his early 30s and fights in such a way, he is actually in his late 50s. You didn't hear that one from me though. Finally, he can and often does fight through injuries. In Arkham Asylum *The comic, not the game*, he continued to fight after being impaled through the chest by an iron bar.It's very hard to cut Croc's skin as it is thicker than average human skin. Yeah, even Pretty Boy Croc has this too. It can bounce bullets and sh*t.Strength: Croc is known for his peak physical fitness. In addition to his strength, stamina, endurance, surprising amount of speed, and his ability to dive half a mile and hold his breath for 3 hours, he has a very slow heart rate and a very powerful heart that can function in such a manner at 50 beats per  minute. He's also a very good Greco Roman wrestler guy. He has been known to suplex a city bus and then eat everything inside.Speaking of eating, Croc actually has a very fast metabolism despite his size. He is known for his ability to digest pretty much anything. This also helps his immune system. His jaws are as strong as those of an average Crocodilian with the exception of the weakened mouth opening. In addition, he is immune to most poisons. By most, he is very succeptible to drunkenness and intoxication, which leaves him in a permanent stupor as he uses frequently.Senses: Croc is known for very strong vision, hearing, and his sense of smell. He never forgets an individual scent... Unless he's drugged. Which was of course most of the time.NOt Standard Croc stuff!However, now he's sober. And it has been proven in the comics that despite his apparent lack of common sense, Croc had a photographic memory and is actually surprisingly intelligent with an IQ of 165. This RP capitalizes on that and uses his intellect. Yeah, I blame his past stupidity on drugs. Now he takes none except for the hormones used to keep his reptilian features in check.His teeth have been fixed due to modern dentistry. He now looks passable as a human. However, when he steps on the scale, all humanity goes out the door: He is still over 500 pounds!His martial arts skills have improved. He studied Brazilian Jiu Jitsu with the infamous Nogueira brothers, pet a school bus with Big Nog *See also Chael Sonnen*, and Muay Thai with Victor Sagat. Finally, he has even learned the art of stealth and various forms of armed combat with Lady Blue. His keen senses allows him to notice confontational acts. Even so, he will take his bumps (UNLIKE MOST OF YOU A**HOLES! TAKE YOUR BUMPS AND SELL LIKE A MAN! We want Tommy Dreamers, not John Cenas)His clear vision makes him an accurate shot. However, he saves his rounds, as he always preferred to use his hands.

    Kicking the kick stand to the motorcycle, stiles leaned to the side as he brought his leg over and stood up straight. Looking forward at the ever tall pine needle trees, Stiles sighed as he reached back and grabbed his satchel bag and held on to it."Here we go..." He gulped knowing what he is getting himself into. Making his way forward into the dark forest, the sounds of the birds slowly fade away in the distance while the sound of the howling cool wind sweeps by  making Stiles hair stand up on the back of his neck.  Ready to run like a bat of hell or probably get the shit scared out of him, he reached into his brown satchel and placed two cylinder tubes in his dark denim Levi jeans and pressed on. Sighing just a bit Stiles hope he did not have to get physical tonight, all he wanted to do was just patrol abit and head back home and enjoy his king size bed.      Coming to a halt in the middle of the woods, Stiles looked around as this seemed like a good open spot. Putting his bag onto the ground, he flip the satchel flap open and let his fingers dig into his bag searching for his cell phone. Moving the first aid kit around with the flash bang grenades and the taser gun, his heart beat was slowly starting to pick up. Trying to keep himself calm and focused on what he was suppose to do, he found the gloves that Allison father, Chris Argent gave to him for hand to hand combat.  Whistling to himself to drawn out the silent atmosphere, he heard a howling in the distance. Grabbing the combat knife and putting it in the slit of the black steel tip boots. He sat on the rock and gazed at the moon. Seeing as it was almost a full moon, it was nearly suicidal to be out at night.     Knowing what Stiles knows, that werewolf's, Kanima, probably even vampires and other supernatural creatures exist. All they are doing is probably waiting for their time to be known or just keeping out of sight not wanting anyone to know of their existence. Thinking deep about it he was wondering about vampires but yet what about big foot and Neisse even the abominable snowman. While pondering these thoughts , a snap of a branch went off, bringing him back to reality he rose looking at the gloves, bringing his  hands together, he held them with such tightness not wanting to show any fear. Stiles turned around and began to scan the scenery checking what has caused the snap of the wooden dead branch. Seeing that nothing was there, Stiles starred right down the middle, focusing on an a certain object that lingered there. It all came down to the hunter and the hunte  "hello...." He called out  wanting to get a response but  nothing. "Well that was a waste of time." He sighed and reached down into his bag , then it happen a low rumbling growl  was heard. Picking up his back quickly he got put it around his arm. Then a snap of another tree branch was heard, "Shit" he said to himself, there to his side he caught the red crimson eyes that lit up as a female figure appeared."A girl?" he tilted his head as he thought it would have been a guy. Due to seeing Derek Hale with his sapphire blue eyes before he became Alpha, then once getting rid of Peter , Stiles saw Derek eyes change from blue to Red only in his wolf form or going into it. Seeing the feminine approach Stiles slowly "A chew toy." She smirked exposing her sharp canines. Eying the girl from head to toe, Stiles bit his lip as she was appealing to him, her skin  was a  fair tan , Her breast size looked that of a C cup and that navel  that had piercing on it, had a little paw prints on  it going down. Stiles blinked again as he was caught off guard by her beauty , seeing those smooth slender legs with a thick thighs she defiantly filled out her Daisy Dukes she had on.  Shaking his head, Stiles had to focus on this , knowing that any moment it will get heated and throw some punches he was just going to bolt out of there.  "Let him be, he is our message to the others that there is a new pack in town." Another person emerged from the wooded forest but this time on the right. Seeing a tall muscular male with piercing sky blue eyes,  jet black wavy hair. Stiles thought this guy was Ken that boyish figure that Barbie  loves so much long lost brother. Making his way up to the female he pulled her by her shoulder and looked at Stiles. Tilting his head to the side he smirked abit as slowly that devious sly grin came out."But I think we can have some fun with him, you know rough him up and by the way don't scratch him, he is not worth us tormenting his puny mind... or is it?" Stiles put his hands up and shook  his head "Ah come on, no we don't need none of that I am sure you all can go scratch one another. I am just here minding my own business. " Stiles took a step back, knowing that there has to be more in a pack then just two people. "So where is everyone else if you do not mind me saying, I know a pack consist of four or more, unless you like your things small." He looked at the girl and smirked as his furry eyebrows pointed at the male. Hearing a growl he snarled at Stiles for that crude remark about his endowment. Bringing his hand up he shook his finger side to side. "You must be that stupid if you think you will get out here alive. And if you must know the rest of the pack are settling down in your town. Waiting on my mark to ether start painting the town red or just cause some few accidents here and there, you know car brakes are cut loose, mysterious animal attack on the rise. "     Stiles eyes widen due to the fact they can strike any moment they want. It was already gonna be too later if he was to text Scott, or Derek. Not knowing what to do he had to warn the others  on what was gonna go down. He did not know when and where but its best to have their guard up and try to prevent innocent people from getting hurt.  Stiles suspected if they were gonna hit where it hurts they would have to go after friends and family even love ones.  Seeing Stiles getting worked up the alpha male grin and whispered into the girl ear as she smirked and walked off, once entering the wooded forest she ran."Wait." Stiles called out but it was no use she was gone. Now it was the Alpha male and Stiles alone. Placing his back on the floor slowly he made his way up to the Alpha male. "Look just don't hurt anyone okay, I am sure we can figure something out." The Alpha nodded his head as he quickly brought his hand up slapping stiles back to the tree and made his way over to the fallen Stiles."Sure, we can but doesn't mean I can beat the shit out of you."         Feeling the air knocked out of him, Stiles looked up and gasp for air. Staggering a bit he stumbled back and a loud thud was made due to the contact with the tree trunk was heard. Seeing the male coming for him was like he was the final survivor in a horror movie. It's the final scene where the hero must come face to face with the killer and take him down in the final show down. Looking down at the gloves hoping that electric charges do work, he pushed the button on the side of the gloves. Hearing the charge at a high pitch slowly the hairs on Stiles arms began to rise giving him the okay to use the gloves. Pushing off the Tree , he made his way over to the Alpha, knowing he could fly across the area in one fit. Stiles had to make sure to dodge the  alpha deadly blows and get some few punches in with those high voltage gloves.     Observing his sides he saw no other figures that would jump out and just attack him. Stiles gazed right infront of him , but it was already too late the alpha disappeared. Quickly reaching into his pocket he grabbed one of the cylinders and brought it out. Feeling a sharp pain in his back, his eyes widen as everything  stood still and silent. "You are  not worth my scratch, but this will do." Feeling that cold steel blade leave Stiles body, small ruby red droplets fell on the floor from the blade while slowly Stiles shirt in the back began to absorb the blood.  Making his way around the Alpha brought the blade to his nose and smelled that rich scent in Stiles blood that send his pupils back like a drug."What is it about you that your blood is so intoxicating?" He brought the blade to his lips as he stuck out his tongue and licked the blade."Delicious."  Stiles stood still knowing that with maybe one false move his neck would be the next target.      Not wanting to take any chances he had to act hastily and get that wound checked. Seeing the alpha lick his blade like it was a lollipop. Stiles quickly brought his hand down a bit as he used what power he had and upper cur the alpha. Hearing the impact sound of his fist meeting the alpha chin, Stiles managed to make the alpha stumble back. Shaking his head the alpha roared to Stiles, those sharp canine teeth were exposed dripping with saliva that oozed down from the tip of his fangs. The alpha charged at Stiles ,knocking the skinny stilinski to the ground, the alpha got his knife and brought it down full force to Stiles stomach. Screaming out in agony  while the knife was in him he brought his hands to the alpha's side and hit his temples hard. Hearing a loud yelp Stiles quickly pulled the cap off as a spark was lit and slowly the fuse was  going down fast. Throwing it at the alpha Stiles crawled back a bit as aloud thud was made gazing at the Alpha as a cloud of blue smoke was around him, he quickly dropped to his knees reaching out as he was gasping for air. Stiles got up slowly and saw the blue monks wood engulf the alpha body , not looking back he licked his lips and felt them very moist. Bringing his hand up and wiping his pink soft lips, a dash of blood was on his hands. Trying to find his way back to the motorcycle, stiles could not help but feel a little light headed and he somewhat swayed back and forth while pushing his way out  of the woods. Falling to his knees he coughed up some blood and felt his body going weak. Collapsing onto the floor, Stiles breathing got heavier , while his body temperature was not helping it was way too low. Looking at the sky he held his hand over the wound and saw a shooting star. Closing his eyes  he began to make a wish, smiling a bit to make those dimples pop out, a tear slowly came down his face as the last thing he said was "sorry." And Then slowly his hand slip to the side as he stop breathing . ( it may suck, it may not basically I feel like its good and if you like it you can reply to msg or cmts, how ever you want, and if you dont well Kiss my ass and make me one then . Easy as that.)