FATHER & SON

This small excerpt was for a contest online which asked to submit a scenario where a zombie was to be killed.

A man and his teenage son walked down a long deserted highway until they ran into a warehouse, where it was decided that refuge will be taken inside for the night. They walk in quietly, searching out any living or undead threat that might be waiting in the spacious building. After assuring that the immediate area was safe, a collective sigh of relief was given.

It was too soon to let their guards down, as they began to relax a loud bang was heard coming through a door at the far end of the room they were in. The man checked his six shooter, to make sure it was loaded and put a hand over the hunting knife that was attached to his belt on his side. Looking over, his son had the double barrel shot gun at the ready. The banging was steady but became more insistent as the duo approached the door. A quick glance at his son, the man reached for the door knob, turned it slowly, and pushed the door open slowly.

From the darkness a hand shot out and pulled the door completely open, startling the man and making him trip backwards and fall flat to the ground as two foul stenched zombies emerged from the doorway. The son pulled the trigger on his shotgun catching the first zombie in the stomach almost tearing it apart, the force throwing it across the floor. He gave quick chase to finish it off, meanwhile the man wildly unloaded his six shooter on the second zombie who was fixed on making a meal out of him, completely missing its head, the closest hitting the zombies neck. The man franticly searched his pockets for more bullets, as he heard his son finishing off the first zombie with a loud blast, but it was too late. The zombie was on top of him clawing, teeth gnashing, ready to take a bite of him. Holding its head back the man called out for his son. Just as the zombie opened its mouth wide and began its death moan, the man saw the shotgun barrel being shoved into its mouth. The son guided the zombie up to its feet as the man rolled off his back to catch his breath. The son looked at the zombie as it seemed to try and bite off the barrel and smiled then he pulled the trigger. To his surprise nothing happened, he clicked again and again with no success. The zombie began to push against the barrel as it reached out for the son. The barrel began to break the putrid rotten flesh of the zombie and started to slide out through its cheek near the ear. Frozen in fear the son watched as the zombie pushed and started to get into arms reach of him, closer and closer its finger tips able to touch his jacket. Suddenly it went limp, all life left its body as the Father pulled his hunting knife from the back of the zombies skull. He looked at his son and said "you don't have infinite ammo like one of your games, next time remember to reload" then he turned around and wiped the knives blade off his jeans.

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FATHER & SON by Dindraine084


zompocalyptia prologue

Zompocalyptia

Prologue

**None of the people in this story are completely ficticious and are not real in any way, the names may exist but they do not have any relation to me as an individual.**

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Life used to be filled with happiness. Kids playing in the streets minding their own business. Women at the shops buying their groceries on their families' budgets. Business men pacing across streets to get to their meetings and debating about economic decisions. This used to be a life that we'd all remember, well those of us that are not Stenches.

It is a life of hell now. After the swine flu vaccine came and taking it, curing themselves from the epidemic. Over the course of five years the vaccinated people began dying from unexplained causes. The only reports were of the vaccinated people scratching their skin a couple days before they died. Shortly after the last person that had the vaccine died, a new virus arose. It was like a catalyst, his death causing the Stenches to rise from the graves and walk the streets as the undead.

He was patient X, the first Stench. It started, after being bitten, as a rash from him, but after the first infected person it evolved, from nausea and fainting with at least three to five days of being alive to going to the full blown virus, with half an hour to three hours remaining before turning Stench. It has been three years after the Zompocalypse first started, there are around three hundred thousand of non-Stenched people left in the world, and I'm one of them.

After settling down in a town just outside of the Los Angeles, away from Stenchtopia, the civil underground tunnels was the best way to travel around. No Stenches scurrying around looking for human flesh to feed on. It's a limited amount of people dying when they escape using the tunnels, and it's the best way for the tribes to commune between each other.

Home, was what I called this place, the walled base that people made around the underground tunnels for travel and was the best way to protect the people living in its boundaries, but knowing that other safe haven's could fall, could lead to our death. Yes the home where I live is called 'SafeHaven', other tribes that are around in the state of California are called the 'Locos', the 'Demon Dogs' and the 'Tribe Circus'. These are the tribes that connect around in the L.A area.

Going into the CBD (Central Business District) would be a Mecca for Stenches. On each street there would be hundreds, even thousands of them. Whether it was that they adapted to what lifestyles they had before becoming Stench or that they plan to trap us by the lure of what we would find comforting. The Stench population would remain in well populated areas and would hardly be seen out roaming in county like areas. SafeHaven has a few hundred Stenches, outside of our walls, that walk round the outskirts of town.

The guard posts would always kill the Stenches that came near the wall and also for the sheer fun of it. The time when they would mostly come, would be early in the night. The Stenches would be most vicious; it is like that they have heightened senses and are able to sense our blood. But at night they would always find some of our mercenaries transporting goods in the metro tunnels then at day time they would be clumsy and pass us in the streets above.

My life in this world was as the close adviser to the reigning commander of SafeHaven, Bill Moss. He was the one who made laws and our first SafeHaven right at the start of the Zompocalypse. He's been commander the whole time. Bill had called a meeting between the tribe leaders, Mitchell Goulburn of the Demon Dogs, Corey Priestman of the Locos and Jessie Alestin of the Tribe Circus. Trade, opinions, laws and communal changes were raised in the speeches in the meeting.

My story of the events that made me the ruler of SafeHaven starts with this meeting. We were out of SafeHaven in a secluded area; still we had assault rifles on us in case of Stenches coming and were a good thing too. The other advisers of the leaders had various weapons ranging from a 9mm pistol, 12mm sub machineguns and the typical M5 assault rifle which I had. With the weapons we had if the fence that surrounded us failed we would kill them before us getting turned Stench.

After a few hours into the meeting the Stenches started to come. We shot at them killing them all as they came. When we stopped shooting a bomb that was placed under the table where the leaders sat had exploded. As it blew up I was blown back rendering myself unconscious in the process.

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zompocalyptia prologue by M.W.Chronicals2301


You Kill Me Well

**A/N: **Alright, I wasn't 100% where to put this, so yeah. I don't claim to own the zombies seeing that I wasn't the one to invent them. Everything else though, is mine. Review if you wish to. Oh, I rated this 'M' due to the language. So if you where looking for zombie sex of some sort.. you're in the wrong place. :)

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I hate being awoken in the morning by the sound of my house phone ringing. See, its this old school 1920's phone with an annoying ring. Loud as hell and that's how I woke up this morning... again. It always seems to happen that way.

I laid in bed for a good twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep, hoping to continue on the dream I was having. I know I was going to an airport... for some reason. But there was this huge mountain in front of me. I either had to climb over the mountain or go around it to get to the airport. I was on a bit of a time crunch so I thought to climb the mountain. I finally got to the top and realized it was too dangerous for me to actually cross the top. Something told me to slide down the side of the mountain I just climbed up... so I did. I flew off the edge of the mountain and then I woke up.

My cell phone was sitting on my bedside table, a habit I had gotten into. I grabbed it to check the time, 12:38. This seemed like late enough for me, so I got up from bed, exited my room and made a bee-line for the kitchen; I'm useless without my coffee, how little I knew at the time that I'd be needing all that energy I could acquire for the up coming events.

A huge blue glass cup, steaming coffee, two and 1/2 spoon fulls of sugar and a metric ass-tone of Irish coffee creamer. Not Irish as in alcohol in it, but as in the flavor. With this nice cup of steaming Joe, I desired to indulge myself in my favorite morning activity; smoking a cigarette. There's just something about sitting outside with a fresh cop of coffee, listening to the birds chirp and filling your lungs with a dangerous chemical that could ultimately give you cancer. Ah, the good old days.

As I sat outside and filled my lungs with smoke, I heard the the lunch hour traffic pass my house, as usual. At this point, my grandma came outside to smoke with me. Yes, she knows I smoke. Yes, I'm only 17 and its illegal for me to be smoking. Dose she actually give a shit? Hell no. Now, spare me the smoking lecture please, I get them all the time from my boyfriend.

"Did you hear that story on the news?" My grandma asked me with her newly lit coffin-nail hanging from her mouth. She has a habit of asking very vague questions like that.

"What story?" I took a long drag from my smoke and tried to make a smoke-ring. I've never been able to do it, why I thought I'd be able to do it then is beyond me.

"The one about a disease breakout up in Atlanta," Grandma began, "The reporter said something about 200 cases of it already and almost 50 people dying from it already."

"Swine flu again?" I asked her. It wouldn't have surprised me if it was Swine flu again. The way I saw the medical field and the shitty ass doctors... I was surprised they knew their head from their asses. Back then I wasn't too big of a fan on the medical field. Not that I had a sickness or anything like that. It was just that they where so stupid.

"No, they don't know what it is. But they say its spreading though out all the patients at the hospital. Its spreading quicker than anything they have ever seen."

"Wasn't that the same story for the Black Plague?" I took a sip from my coffee.

"Well, they say its really bad."

"They'll work it out, they always do. Anyways, I'm going to hop in the shower. Matt's mom is going to pick me up at around two."

"Oh, you're going over to Matt's?"

"Yes, mom knows and she's fine with it." With that, I put out my cancer stick, picked up my coffee and headed back into my house.

An hour later my hair was done, make-up all nice and pretty and waiting for Matt's mom to get to my house. My cell phone buzzed from inside my pocket, Matt had sent me a text message. I half expected it to say something along the lines of our plans being canceled due to something silly. I flipped open my phone to read, 'The shit has hit the fan'.

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' I texted back to him.

In quite a short amount of time I got a response.

'You heard about that sickness outbreak up in Atlanta, right?'

'What about it?' I always seem to send him a question of some sort...

'Its spread to Augusta.'

'You're not in the hospital, are you?'

'No. I need you to get your moms gun...all of them... as much ammo as you can, get in your car and get over here as fast as you can.'

Now this got me worried. Matt knew I didn't have my license... or the key to my moms gun case. The thing about Matt, he's a pretty law abiding person. The fact that he asked me to break the law threw up a lot of red flags in my head. At this I needed some answers. I dialed his number and waited very impatiently for him to answer.

"Are you on your way?" So much for a nice hello from my boyfriend...

"Dude," I began, "I don't have my license-"

"That doesn't matter."

"If I get pulled over by the cops-"

"Look," he sounded stressed out, "get your moms guns-"

"But I don't have the key to the cases."

"We'll deal with that. Just do what I said and I'll explain when you get here."

The line went dead, bastard hung up on me. I was half tempted not to do what he asked me to do. Something told me to do what he said, though. So a few minutes later, two guns sat in the back of my car. Along with all the ammo we had at the house and my very own gun holster strapped to my leg.. don't really know why though.

15 minutes later I pulled into his driveway to see quite a few cars already there, his friends cars. I grabbed the guns and ammo out of the car and head for entered his house and strait for his room. His room wasn't tiny, but wasn't big either. I reached his door and thought about getting in, but it wasn't going to be possible due to the mass of people inside his room. He saw me and some how managed to find an exit out of his room.

"Hey." Oh, now he wants go say hi.

"Whats going on?" I asked him as he grabbed one of the guns from me, opened the case and looked at the cord wrapped around the gun. My mom liked to make sure the guns where locked up with some bike lock system thingy.

"It looks like your greatest wish has finally come true."

"And whats that?" I asked him as I fallowed him into the kitchen where he set the gun and its case down on the kitchen table.

"You've always wanted to fight zombies right?" He asked me as he grabbed a pair of hear by shears, or whatever their called, and cut the lock around the gun.

"Sure, why?" I sat the other gun on the table with the ammo.

"Well," Matt began, doing the same to the next gun that he had done to the first, "remember that sickness?"

"Can you just get to the point?" I was a bit annoyed. Mom was sure to kill me when she found out that I drove my car without a license and stole her guns.

"Its zombies."

My heart stopped beating with those two little words. A wicked smile spread across my face. If there was one thing in the world I was mentally prepared for, it was the zombie invasion. Matt didn't need to say anything more to me after that. For all my life I liked to do things solo, and that was exactly how I intended to do this. I grabbed the clip to my moms Bretta and loaded it.. with a little bit of difficulty. Put the gun in my holster and slid the clip in my pocket.

"Well," I looked over at him,"I'll be seeing you in hell then." I started to walk off to the front door. Ive always thought I'd never actually survive a zombie invasion, so I always thought I would go down and take out as many of the fuckers that I could. Sadly, I didn't make it far, Matt grabbed the back of my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"They way I see it," I began, looking into his stormy blue eyes, "if you plan on taking all those people with you to take out some zombies... well I don't think that's going to work. There's too many of them. Someone will end up causing noise and attract even more zombies. The way I see it, I'd be better off just going it my own." Saying that hurt me more than he knew because saying that meant leaving him, but is was for the best.

With that he let go of my arm, I left his house and sat in my car for just a moment. I didn't want to leave, but I had to. When I spoke of someone making a some noise and causing more zombies to appear, I was talking about myself. I knew I might put him in danger and if anything bad happened to him while I was around, I knew I'd never let myself live it down.

I started my car and pulled away from his house, without ever looking back. Little did I know I'd never see him again. Kinda sucks when I think about it, seeing that I had completely given my heart to him and whatnot. I headed to the nearest Sports Academy, which wasn't too far away. Why did I head there, you may ask. Well, I needed supplies. Guns, ammo and all those kinda things. All I had on me at the time was a silly pistol and a half full pack of smokes, that wasn't going to get me very far.

When I stepped into the store, I was completely taken aback. It was totally empty. Was I the only one who didn't know that this sickness thing, or whatever it was, had come to the Augusta area? Well, this surly made me feel a bit better about stealing what I needed... no one there to see me do it, right? I found a shopping cart near by and started towards the many isles.

Ten minutes later and, a shotgun, two pistols, a hunting rifle, a hunting knife, two hip holsters, a few gas canisters, all the ammo in the store, and a backpack. I left the parking lot of Sports Academy. While I was stealing the goods, I had came up with a small plan. Nothing too impressive. I needed some other things that I wasn't able to find in the sports store. Like a crowbar, for example. So what I needed to do was go to Home Depo and a gas station. Why a gas station? To fill up those gas canisters, as well as my gas tank, to get some food, and to get as many cartons of smokes and lighters as I could find. Like I said before, I'm a smoker and if I am going to kill some zombies, I'm going to need my nicotine. Once I finish my shopping, I planned on heading for Atlanta, where all this had started. I figured that most of the zombies would be at.

At Home Depo. I found what I was looking for plus a few extras. A crowbar, an axe and the all time favorite... chainsaw, just in case. The gas station, just like Home Depo and Sports Academy, where completely deserted.

So there I was, on my way to the capitol city of Georgia, Atlanta, of all those who might not know. Atlanta was about a two and a half hour drive away from Augusta, so it was going to be a while before I actually got some zombie action, boy, was I wrong. About 30 minutes into my journey, I came across some massively heavy traffic. But something wasn't right, the cars in front of we were not on. They weren't moving. Something in me said that I needed to get my gear and get ready, so I did.

As quickly as I could I put on the holsters, threw all the ammo, smokes, lighters, food and water into the backpack, put the loaded clips into the guns which then went into the holsters. I grabbed the shotgun and loaded that too. The hunting knife, which came complete with its own holder thingy, went onto my hip. I placed the crowbar in between my belt and pants with the pointy end down. The axe, chainsaw and hunting rifle, on the other hand, I left in the car. They where too bulky for me to bring with me and I was beginning to run out of hands to hold everything with..With that. I grabbed the shotgun, cocked it and started to walk up the car lined highway.

There was an odd smell in the air, like decaying flesh, not that I've ever smelled decaying flesh, mind you. But it was what I'd imagine what dead flesh would smell like. At this smell, I was sure there was at least a zombie hear by. My heart was pounding, my palms where sweating, needless to say I was kinda scared. With each step I took, I half expected a zombie to jump out at me.

I stepped passed a old looking blue van and sitting in between the van and some sort of rick person sports car sat a zombie gnawing on what was left of a middle-aged black woman. Even though I only saw the back of this monster, I was scared shitless of it. I knew what it was capable of, Ive read and played enough zombie games to know not to underestimate these beings.

I held my breath, too scared to breath in fear that it might hear me. I raised the shotgun, aimed it at the zombies head and squeezed the trigger. Direct contact to its head. Bits of zombie brains went in to all directions. Some even landed on my face, completely not good. I could only hope none had gotten into my eyes or up my nose. If it had, I was sure to be a dead girl walking.

I didn't spend any time to look more closely at what the zombie actually looked like. I was sure that the sound of the shotgun going off would be enough to attract any zombies that might be in the area. Taking a deep breath, I moved on.

The sea of cars didn't so much as slightly lighten up as I traveled on. I did come across a few more zombies, but just like the first one, I put a slug in their skull and quickly moved on.

About an hour after I started my journey on foot, I came to an exit ramp. Maybe I'd be able to find a car that was still running and drive the rest of the way to Atlanta. Up the exit ramp I went, into the unknown, just the way I liked it.... yeah, maybe not in real life. Just like the highway, the ramp was littered with cars with no one in them. I checked a few of them, but none of them just so happened to still have the keys in them, just my luck. There was one thing I couldn't wrap my head around, where in the hell had all those people gone to? Had they, like me, ditched their car and just started to walk? If they had done that, wouldn't I have run into someone by now? Something wasn't right, I don't know how I knew, but I just did.

There was a main road coming from the exit ramp I decided to start on. Same story, nothing not even any zombies. Maybe the infection wasn't as bad as everyone was making it out to seem like. That gave me a bit of hope, maybe it even made me a little over confident. Well, whatever it did to me, it didn't help me for what was about to happen. Hell, I don't think anything could have helped me.

The same stench of rotting flesh filled my nostrils as I headed in what I thought was an westward direction. It was overpowering, nearly making me puke which is saying a lot; I NEVER puke, ever. Footsteps came from somewhere to my right. I quickly turned in the direction that the sound came from with my gun at the ready. I squinted my eyes hoping to see something or someone move..... nothing. Might have been just a cat... yeah, a zombie cat. I moved on and five minuted later more footsteps. Not like before, which only sounded like one person moving. No, this sounded like a fucking army. Coming from all directions, I had no idea what in the world was going on. All I could think to do was to point my gun at where I thought it was coming from and hope I was hearing things.

A zombie came charging at me from my right. Drool was dripping down from its grayish, decaying skin. Its teeth, a light yellow color, where bearing at me. Its eyes, whited over, how the hell it saw me... I don't know. I was always told whited out eyes meant that someone was blind... guess not. Specks of blood freckled the creatures face. It ran with a funny limp. Looking down at its leg, I took notice to its shin bone sticking out of the rotten flesh. Greenish-yellow puss came from the wound.

"Might wanna get that checked out buddy," I said as the zombie came charging at me. I had to wait, wait until it was close enough for me to get the perfect head-shot. I figured ten feet was close enough, I pulled the trigger, it fell like a tone of bricks. Another was heading my way, I hadn't seen this one a moment ago. This one was about 20 feet away... hell why not. I cocked the shotgun and pulled the trigger. Click, nothing came out of the barrel. Oh shit. I quickly grabbed the pistol and fired a round at the zombie, head-shot. Three more came out from where the other two had emerged from. I could hear something moving from behind me, I didn't dare turn my back on theses three zombies. They got into my preferred rang. Three rounds went off, only two actually hit. The third zombie was still coming towards me at full speed. I pulled the trigger, watched it hit and spun around quickly to see maybe 20 zombies all coming after me. I wasn't about to take the time to actually count them all. I fired off a couple of rounds, in hopes of thinning out the crowd of undead... well I was about to fire off some rounds would be the better thing to say. Right as I was about to pull the trigger something jumped onto my back. It knocked me off my feet and I landed head first onto the asphalt. But just before I hit, I remember hearing something off in the distance, like a gunshot. My head hit the ground, blackness.

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You Kill Me Well by tyedyeXbilly


MY OWN GLORY

E.D. BAYS ALEX HENRY

MY OWN GLORY

A TRUE STORY

"The Last words he said to me were; 'I'll see you tomorrow.' "

MONDAY, 10.4.10

Falcon Cove Middle School was bustling with activity. From soccer to basketball. Also, there was a talent show. Tryouts were today. And Alexander Henry was determined to pass. Me I had no idea who Alex Hennery was.

My name is Edward Bays. This is my story of the awful incident of Alex Henry. Let me tell you a little about Alex. Alex was tall, very tall, well built, and can jump amazing heights. Perfect for playing basketball. It was almost second period, P.E. for Alex Henry. This week would be last week of his life.

The bell rang and Alex went to his locker and changed his cloths. He then had a chat with friends and went into the gym. He went over to a basketball hoop and jumped up and hung of the rim. As others went into the gym he settled down and sat down. The rest of the day was boring.

But when tryouts came around he got into his game. Coach Bean determined who could play by shooting three pointers and lay- ups. Alexander made each shot so he knew he was on the team. Except, games were not until next week. Also a kid named Jacob Brills probably made it.

TUESDAY 10.5.10

Alexander got dressed for school and ate his breakfast. He watched television. His parents allowed him to watch MTV for thirty minutes. He then walked to his bus stop. And so did I. But I live in Savannah. A good distance away from him.

We both hang out with our friends. I bet he listened to Eminem. From what I hear, he's not much different than me. He likes basketball. I like basketball.

"What's up?" I say to my friend. I pound their fists and sit down by the curb of the street. They pat me on the shoulder. Right now as I'm writing this book I think of our differences. In elementary school I was a bullied, tortured soul who never let anybody into his life. For Alex it was different. He grew up and became a jock and was never bullied or ever bullied another person.

I get up as the bus stops and I sit in the front of my bus while he sits at the back of _his_ bus. My best friend Dylan sits next to me. On the other bus Alex sits with his friends who are cool. Another difference between us is that I listen to weird music like the Backstreet Boys and Phil Collins while he would listen to Eminem and those crazy rappers. Finally our buses arrive at school. I hop off the bus and walk towards my friend, Luis Moreno. Twenty minutes later the first period bell rings and I go to Language Arts. I met up with Jacob who is in my classes. I asked him if he made the team. He said he did. I was glad for him. We entered the class quietly. The rest of the period went pretty slowly. Soon it was second period. I head over to my Spanish class while Alex heads to P.E. along with Luis. My Spanish teacher welcomed me into the class while Alexander asked if he passed the tryouts. The coach said he did. He must have been happy about that. The rest of the day went by fast.

Wednesday, 10.6.10

The morning was rough. My mom and sister were angry about something. I got up early to work on my VENOM book. I have had good compliments from my friends and, of course, bad ones from my non-friends. Later in the day (second period), everyone was happy and joking around with me.

And Alex he was having fun playing dodge ball in P.E. He pegged Luis so hard he fell down. They both were laughing.

Third period was okay. I gave a copy of my Jamestown book to my social studies teacher. He gave me good compliments about it. And I began working on my second book series, MONSTER ARENA. I want to become an author when I grow up.

After third period ended I headed straight to P.E. I was anxious to peg my friends to floor while playing dodge ball. That's when I met Alexander. He was tall, had a nice smile, and very polite. I stopped to gawk at his height. I regained myself and walked to P.E. I got changed and headed out into the gym. Following me was my friend Jabulani. He is sensitive. Then one by one the rest of the class came out of the locker room. I said hi to my friends. Zachary, Jacob, and Jonathan come out and sit down.

We sit quietly while the coach takes attendance. The coach finishes and we get together with my friends. But then I sometimes join in on conversations other people are having. They tell me to jerk off. We do our stretches and begin playing dodge ball.

Fourth period ends and I head over to Science. After that I go to math. When sixth period ends, I hop on my bus and it takes me home.

What a good day. I hope it was as good for Alex as well as me.

Thursday 10.7.10

Alex wakes up. I'm already up. But I, again, was working on my VENOM book.

It's about 7:40 am when I get breakfast. I finish at 8 O'clock sharp. That leaves me a half an hour to get ready. I throw on plaid pants and a white tee shirt. I get my ID badge on and I put on my socks and shoes. I head out the door at 8:29. When I get to the bus stop I sit down and cry. I was remembering the death of my friend in elementary school. Dylan comes by and sits next to me. He comforts me with reassuring words. I stop crying and I say,

"What's up."

"The sky." He says.

Alex is off the bus by the time my bus arrives at school. He's chatting with his friends while I ask to go to the library. I like to read. I also like big words. Did you know that the fear of big words is a big word? The librarian says the library is not open today. I slump down onto the floor and I start reading my Jamestown book. Alex passes me. Who knew today would be his last day on earth. Jonathan stands next to me and just talks.

Love is a powerful thing. Everyday I see it. Love is all around me. I love my friends. I feel bad for them when they get hurt. Alex has a family. They love him more than anything in the world. And soon that love will be ripped from their hearts.

I walk to first period. Jacob is walking beside me along with Luis. Soon it's second period. Alex walks to P.E. I take out my mp5 while I walk to Spanish. I turn it off when I get inside the classroom. Its third period and I enter and begin the process of taking out my notebook, pen, and a piece of loose leaf paper. The teacher comes in.

Fourth period was fun, I sniped a ball right into the players face. Everyone cheered on my team. My friends pounded their chests together. Fifth period wasn't much to be proud for. And neither was sixth.

Alex hops on his bus. His friend was coming over. That friend was in my P.E. class and in my math. When he gets home he rushes through his homework. He waits outside and soon Preamo arrives. They play basketball until night arrives. Then they head inside. Preamo's parents arrive and Alex says to him, "I'll see you tomorrow in school."

"Yeah." Preamo says and then they are off. Alex takes a shower and goes to bed early.

Me? I was watching Fatal Attractions on Animal Planet. I was eating my dinner while watching the blaring screen. I got tired soon after so I headed to bed.

Friday, 10.8.10 Midnight

Alex was sleeping when he hit his head. I forgot to mention that Alex was epileptic. He started going into shock but then started going into a seizure. He tries to breath but only moans and violent convulsions would happen. After a few minutes the body shut downs. Hours later he is found dead in his own bed.

Friday, 10.8.10, 8 A.M.

I woke up happy. But others did not. My sister was grumpy. And so was Alex's family. A few hours earlier Alex was found dead in his own bed. But at the moment nobody knew. It was until fourth period that I found out. Preamo came in crying, along with some other of his friends. I asked what happened. They explained that Alexander Henry, a dear friend to them, died early this morning.

This was heartbreaking. I could barley breath.

_Somebody died_, I thought.

_Death. ALEX HENRY._

I decided to go into the gym. Others there were crying. I just could not stand it. The tears streamed from boys and girls. I sat with a group of eighth graders and talked out our feeling. Some say he had glory. Others said nothing at all. I said, "It's not fair."

"Your right. It's not right." Jacob exclaims.

"At least they have the weekend to get over it." Jabulani said.

"It's not going to take a weekend to get over it. Years at the least." I said.

"I'm not forgetting this."

"Nobody is." I said.

"How do we keep ourselves from forgetting?" Jabulani asks.

"A book." I said.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"A book. If I could create a book about his last week alive, we may never forget this sardonic day." I explained.

" That's actually a good idea." Jabulani said.

"Yeah." The others agreed.

Whispers of acceptance filled the group. The coach came out and took attendance. He then ushered us out to the basketball courts. Preamo sits down not playing. I sat down next to him. Preamo started to sob. I told him that Alex had gone to a better place. Preamo sniffles and gives me slight smile and a sob.

Jonathan comes around and puts out his hand. "No one wants to see you like this, man." Preamo takes his hand as I take the hand of another student.

"So, what are you going to name the book?"

"My Own Glory." I said, not bothering to look at who said it. All I knew was that Alex disserved my respect and I'm going to give it to him.

THE END

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MY OWN GLORY by E.D. BAYS


I wanna Skateboard

**Helllo! I know I should be uploading a new chapter for Relapse instead of a new one-shot, but I'm still working on the new chapter! Relapse's chapters all seem so rushed to me, and I don't wanna disappoint anyone. One quick question: How do you upload stories to your communities? Thanks!**

**Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the plot. **

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"Zeke, my wonderful big brother! I have a favor to ask." Ginger stated. Zeke wearily glanced at her from his position on his bed.

"Which would be...?" he inquired.

"Teach me how to skateboard." it wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"No!" Zeke shouted. Ginger blinked, in shock. She had never heard her elder brother yell like that.

"Why?" he sighed, looking at the big, brown eyes of his little sister.

"Because skateboarding is dangerous," he informed her. Ginger's face twisted into a frown.

"Is that all? You and Luther skate all the time!"

"Because me and Luth are older and have more experience than you." she glared at him.

"So what?! Once you teach me how to skate, I'll have experience and it won't be dangerous anymore!" Ginger was a little tired of Zeke treating her like a little kid, she was fourteen dammit!

"I won't teach you Ging, sorry." Ginger huffed and left the room - not without slamming the door first. Zeke sighed.

**:D**

"If Zeke won't teach me, I'll just have to find someone who will." Ginger muttered to herself as she rummaged through her room looking for her skateboard she got a few Christmases ago.

Ginger wasn't even so sure herself why she wanted to learn how to skateboard, Zeke and Luther always have fun, so she thought she would try. Plus ever since Poochie moved and Stinky Cast moved on from her, she's been dead bored. What she was really confused about was why her idiot brother wouldn't teach her. He offered to like, two years ago; but she refused. And he was eighteen, in his senior year at school. In other words, this was his last year at home, he got accepted into some college in Utah (A/N: I have no idea of the college's in Utah, but I wanted to make his college far away from where they lived). So you'd think he'd want to spend as much time with her as possible! What a jerk!He's been spending all his time with Luther, and they were going to the same college-

"Luther! That's it! I'll ask Luther!" she smirked evilly. _Perfect... _she thought to herself. "Ugh, where did I put that damn skateboard!" she yelled.

"Ginger! Watch your mouth!"

"Sorry mom! Ah! There you are..." she grabbed the old thing and ran downstairs to inform her parents of her destination.

"Mom, dad! I'm going over to Luther's, 'kay? I'll be back by six!" she quickly put on her shoes and ran out the door, without even hearing her parent's consent.

"Where's she going in such a hurry?" her mother wondered aloud.

"She said Luther's didn't she?" her husband said gruffly from behind the newspaper. She threw him a withering look.

"Yes, I know that, but why?" she murmured.

**[:**

"Luther! Luther, you there?!" Ginger pounded on Luther's door, breathing very heavily from the long run here. She was just about to yell again when a woman answered the door. Ginger instantly recognized her as Mrs. Waffles.

"Hello, Mrs. Waffles, is Luther home?"

"No, Ginger, he's visiting Nana Waffles. He should be gone for awhile." Ginger growled under her breath.

"Okay thanks." with that she left, disappointed. _I could ask Kojo... Nah, he irritates me. Well, I guess i could try and teach myself... _With a new resolve, she headed to an old parking lot so she would have lots of open space. When she approached the lot, Ginger suddenly didn't feel so confident. She'd always been a little, not necessarily clumsy; just not graceful, really. And if she fell, she could very well brake a bone. And or kill herself. But life's all about taking chances and living for the moment. So she put her skateboard down, and put one foot on it. _Here we go Ginger..._

**xD**

Ginger spent hours trying to skateboard. Hours of falling, succeeding, and getting angry. She finally collapsed, bruised from head to toe, bleeding on her knees and elbows, and exhausted. She breathed heavily and stared at the setting sun. _That's beautiful! _She thought in awe.

"Hey! You there! What are you doing all the way out here?" Ginger turned her head to see a boy walking toward here. He looked into her dazed eyes, saw what she was laying next to, and put on a knowing smile.

"Skateboarding, eh?" Ginger blushed, and it wasn't just from the heat of the hot summer day. He was so cute when he smiled.

"Trying," she clarified. He laughed and Ginger's blush grew a deeper hue.

"By the way, I'm Kevin. May I ask your name?" Ginger smiled and sat up.

"You may, I'm Ginger."

"So skateboarding, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm kinda new at it. Just started today." he nodded and smiled again. If possible, Ginger blushed even more.

"Really? I'm a skater too."

"Are you? I thought I knew all the skaters around here,"

"I just moved in about last week, I've been exploring the town so I haven't really skated a lot."

"Oh."

"So, you look pretty beat, I'll walk you home." he offered. Ginger's face turned bright red.

"O-oh, thanks," he smirked.

"Lead the way, Ginger." Ginger nodded and picked up her board.

**^_^**

Kevin laughed again and Ginger blushed a little, again. He was just so darn cute... Light brown spiky hair, light brown, almost butterscotch, eyes.

"So what about your family?" he asked as they turned another corner. Ginger sighed slightly, only two more blocks to go.

"My family? Well, my mom is erratic and harebrained, my father works too hard at his company and I hardly see him, and my brother is a jerk." she explained simply. He raised a brow.

"Why is he a jerk?" he asked.

"I asked him this morning to teach me to skateboard and he said no! Then I asked why and he said it was too 'dangerous'! What the hell! He's been skateboarding for years!" she shouted, flailing her arms around. Kevin chuckled.

"Maybe he just wants you to be safe. If I had a little sister I'd do everything in my power to keep her safe too. Especially at your age, I mean, that's when you start liking boys. That reminds me, do you have a boyfriend?" that surprised her.

"No, I don't," she stopped walking. "We're here." she said sullenly.

"Then I guess I won't have to worry about him coming after me." and suddenly his mouth was on her's.

Ginger was shocked, very shocked. But instantly kissed him back. As his mouth moved with her's she felt his tongue glide across her bottom lip and she eagerly opened her mouth to allow his entrance. He explored her whole mouth, and when he found her tongue and started gently rubbing it, she moaned.

"What the hell is this?!" Ginger's eyes snapped open when she found herself being pulled into the muscular chest of her older brother.

"Ginger?!" she gulped, he was always like this when she was around boys...

"Yes...?" he ignored her and glared at Kevin.

"Trying to get another girl pregnant, huh Kevin?" he asked coldly. "Well Ginger isn't some cheap whore, get out of here before I lose it." he said menacingly. Zeke pulled her inside the house before she could say good-bye.

"Zeke! Why do you always do that?! And Kevin just moved here, you don't know anything about him!" she yelled.

"I do this because you're my little sister, and he did not just move here, I've seen him around. He always acts all innocent so he can get girls like you." Ginger blinked, she hadn't known that. But she wasn't going down without a fight.

"How do I know you're not just lying?"

"Because I wouldn't lie to you about something like that."she huffed and turned her head the other way.

"Well, this wouldn't have happened if you would've just agreed to teach me how to skateboard. What was the real reason for that anyway?" she asked.

"This was the reason, because if I taught you, you would've met people like him, and I can't always be around." Ginger's eyes softened.

"Zeke, that's stupid. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself." Zeke looked sadly at her as she stared the other way still.

"And that's what scares me..." he murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing, I know you can take care of yourself, but that's my job for now. So get used to it. If a boy looks at you, I'll be there. If they feel brave and decide to talk to you, I'll be there. I'll always be there little sis." he playfully ruffled her hair. Ginger giggled.

"Okay, okay. Stop it! Fine, but I will get married eventually..." he growled, "Hehe, so are you going to teach me how to skateboard?" she asked sweetly, giving him puppy dog eyes. Zeke sighed, she knew he couldn't resist those.

"Fine, now get a shower, you smell like Kevin." he wrinkled his nose. She laughed and swatted his arm.

"Sure, sure. He can do wonders with that tongue..."

"What?!" she laughed again and ran up the stairs.

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Pretty stupid.

On Naruto: I just read the latest manga chapter! YES!!!! Sasuke finally killed Karin! :D

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I wanna Skateboard by MawrisaLovesSasuSaku


Never Trust a Skater

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. We all know this.

_**Note:**_ Okay, so this is one of my favorite pairings and I've wanted someone to write it for a while. Then I realized: I have an account; why don't I write it? And here we are. This is my first ever story on this website, so if I've done anything wrong, please excuse me, as I'm inexperienced and it isn't intentional. Feel free to review as the more reviews I get, the more inspired/encouraged I will be to continue posting things on this website. And remember, people, it's called slash for a reason. If you don't like it, don't read it. I really appreciate your time, and enjoy!

Pairing: ZekeXOzzie

It was somewhere between eleven or twelve o'clock in the afternoon when Zeke heard a furious knocking.

"Zeke?" came Ozzie's voice from the other side, "I need to use your shower!"

_'Dammit, Ozzie. Go home.' _Zeke thought to himself as he got out of bed and slowly made his way toward the door.

"What do you want?"

"Well you see, I was minding my own business, getting ready to hop in the ol' shower, when I slipped and fell against the shower head and broke it."

_Really? Who does these types of things, Ozzie?_

With a sigh, Zeke complied to Ozzie's request. "Sure."

"Here, I'll show you where the towels are."

He then stepped out into the hall, motioning for Ozzie to follow him to a closet directly across from the bathroom. He opened the door to the small space and turned on the light, leaving Ozzie to close the door behind them.

"Drying towel, face cloth, hamper," he said to Ozzie, pointing to each respective item.

"Gee, thanks, Zeke! This is a real big favor you're doing me here, letting me use your shower and all."

"Yeah, yeah. I know," droned Zeke as he turned to open the door. He grabbed the knob and twisted, but he couldn't get it to budge. He tried once more twisting and pulling, but to no avail.

"Ozzie!" Zeke exclaimed. "You locked us in!"

"I know." Ozzie replied, strangely calm.

"Listen, Zeke," he continued, putting a hand on Zeke's back. Zeke shuddered at his touch, surprised to hear himself moan. "I've seen the way you look at me. The way your eyes linger just a second too long whenever I'm walking, the way you study my legs when you think I'm looking the other direction. You think you're being discrete, but I know otherwise."

At this point, Ozzie's hand made its way down Zeke's back, exploring his toned physique.

_Shit. How the hell did he find out?_

Zeke slowly turned, coming face-to-face with his longtime crush.

_I can't believe we're doing this. _

"What's the matter, Zeke?" Ozzie inquired, leaning closer and closer towards Zeke, his hands finding their way onto Zeke's hips. He pressed himself closer against his firm body, taking in the warmth that radiated from it. It wasn't long before Zeke began to feel a pressure beneath his shorts.

"Ozzie. ." he breathed before his lips crashed into his "friend's". They were soft, supple. Just as Zeke had imagined them to be. The two were caught in an entanglement of ecstasy, Ozzie's hands undoing Zeke's belt, Zeke's removing Ozzie's shirt, revealing that creamy white skin it hid. In all the time he had known Ozzie, in all the times he'd appeared in his dreams, he never thought his body would be quite as defined as it was. A thin trail of hair made its way down a slim six-pack and on towards an abdomen that looked as though it could have been made of steel. By the time the two broke the kiss, the boys were both down to their briefs, looking at one another in anticipation, clueless as to where to go next.

Ozzie allowed his eyes to wander across Zeke's marvelously chiseled form.

_Damn, _he thought to himself. _I should have done this a long time ago. _

"Ozzie," said Zeke, causing him snap out of his trance, "I need you. Now."

And with that, Zeke pulled him by the hips into another suffocating kiss, this time letting his hands roam freely. Yet even with their new-found freedom, they gravitated directly towards his friend's plump, well-developed arse, peeling off that restrictive underwear of his, massaging and caressing, slapping it and ushering moans from him which nearly sent him over the edge. Zeke could hardly control himself, his hands trailing his friend's behind and working their way up the natural curves of his slender figure. He then swirled Ozzie around, placing his manhood at the tip of his arse, teasing him by moving it against it.

"Oh. .don't do this to me, Zeke. Please. . No-not now. ." he pleaded, grinding against Zeke.

"Grab my hand." Zeke commanded.

"Wha-"

"Do it! This is going to be painful." And just as Ozzie grabbed hold of Zeke's hand, Zeke forced himself into his friend, Ozzie's grip intensifying ten-fold.

"Ah! God!" he managed through strained pants. "Jesus, Zeke. How big is that thing?"

"Big enough," he replied. "You'll love me for it in a few minutes." He remained inside Ozzie, letting him adjust to the pain of the intrusion and letting his lips work their magic while he waited.

"Hey, Zeke," said Ozzie in more of a moan than a sentence, "I think I'm ready."

"Good." Zeke replied as he began to pump in and out of Ozzie at a slow rhythm.

"Yeah, yeah. .That's it. Keep going. Just a little. .Just a little faster."

His grunts and moans became louder and louder as Zeke sped his pace.

"Zeke! Yes! Oh. . Faster, faster!" he screamed. Zeke gyrated his hips as fast as he could, hitting Ozzie's "spot" over and over.

"Zeke! I'm gonna-" Ozzie screamed, the rhythm of their lovemaking speeding faster and faster.

Seconds later, Zeke released his seed into Ozzie, Ozzie relieving himself onto the floor.

"That. .was. .amazing." he said, collapsing onto the floor. Zeke joined in beside him.

"Yeah, Ozzie. It was."

Ozzie got up and felt around on one of the shelves until he grinned in satisfaction.

"Here we are," he said, making his way toward the closet door.

"Wait a minute. Wait-," stuttered Zeke. "You mean to tell me you had the key all along?"

"Well, yeah," Ozzie replied nonchalantly. "Listen, Zeke. I had to find some way to let you know how I felt. And I didn't want to do it in front of the guys. It could've hurt your credibility." He looked down at the key, fiddling with it in those soft, delicate hands of his. Zeke walked over to him, lifted his chin and pressed his lips against Ozzie's.

"I love you, man." he said softly, embracing him. Ozzie smiled and grabbed his glasses to wipe away the fog that had gathered.

"Why are you wiping those off?" asked Zeke. "They're just gonna get steamy again."

"What do you mean?" Ozzie asked.

"Are you forgetting? You and I have a shower to take." Ozzie's smile grew tremendously as the two shared another kiss and opened the door of the closet.

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Never Trust a Skater by Sevental


What Just Happened?

Zeke and Luther: What just happened?

By: Heamic08

AN: Hey y'all! I'm still working on my A&A story! Please review my Kickin' It and Zeke and Luther crossover fanfiction! Anyway, hope you like this! This is mainly about Zeke's Last Ride in his POV. So, this starts when he fell. Plus, I'm going to add something in between the hospital. It's in the ambulance. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zeke and Luther Very sad!

ZEKE'S POV

Pain. That's all I felt when I hit the ramp. I saw my skateboard land a few feet away from me. I could hear people shouting my name. I heard sirens in the background, also.

"Zeke? Are you ok? Come on, man!" I heard Luther shout. I wanted to tell Luther I'm ok, but my lips wouldn't work. I heard the ambulance arrive and heard them getting the stretcher out. I felt Luther right next to me and saw him.

"Zeke! Oh gosh, just keeps your eyes open, ok? The ambulance is here. I'll be by your side through the whole thing." He said. My eyelids felt like a ton of bricks.

"Mr. We need you to move out of the way so we can load on this young man. Do you know what his name is?" I heard the paramedic tell Luther.

"Yes sir. And his name is Zeke Falcone. I'm Luther." He said, moving while the paramedics loaded me onto the stretcher. I felt them put a breathing mask over my face. I opened my eyes to see Luther hovering behind the paramedics.

"Bro, it'll be ok. You'll be fine." He told me. I tried to nod my head, but it hurt when I barely moved it. I was finally loaded onto the ambulance and we were headed to the hospital. A lot of medical terms were thrown around inside the ambulance.

"He's suffering a concussion."

"He's has abrasions and contusions on most of his body." And so on.

I saw Luther sitting next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder. I guess he was trying to comfort me.

"Z, listen man. I'm really sorry this happened. Your strong, so I know you'll get through this. Anyway, just keep fighting." He said. That's the last thing I heard and saw before I passed out.

AN: So, how did you like it? I hope you liked it! It was just a short little one-shot I thought of. Anyway, this wasn't a slash fanfiction. Just a friendship kind of thing. Well, have a great day! Please R&R!

~~Heamic08~~

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What Just Happened? by Heamic08


The Kojo Betrayal

As Zeke and Luther go into ramps they found out that ramps got destroyed by kojo. Kojo got jealous of Zeke and Luther getting all the sponsorship's that he destroyed something that Zeke and Luther loved. To get his revenge.

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The Kojo Betrayal by fanfictionexpert7


What a Boyfriend Should Do

**If anyone is reading, Luth, I think I'm in Love you will know that this is just a oneshot to try and get over my writers block so please don't be too critical if it's terrible. **

**I'm keeping the couple as Zeke/Annabel. Annabel is my OC for anyone who doesn't know. So I hope you like this.**

**What A Boyfriend Should Do: **

_**When she walks away from you, mad:
>Follow her<strong>_

"I can't believe you stood me up Zeke! Do you know how humiliating that is?" she exclaimed angrily.

Zeke felt extremely guilty for not turning up for their date but Luther had just gotten dumped and he was trying to cheer up his best friend and Ginger was being her bratty self again and hidden his phone so he couldn't call Annabel.

"Bel please! Let me make it up to you," Zeke begged giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't give me that look, I'm still furious at you!" she hissed and turned on her heel and stormed off. Zeke took a deep breath and quickly ran after her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to look at him. His lips pressed to hers quickly.

"I'm sorry, it will never happen again," he whispered giving her another kiss. "Forgive me?"

Annabel sighed and kissed him gently while nodding. She never could stay mad at him.

_**When she pushes you or hits you:
>Grab her and don't let qo<strong>_

Zeke watched a tearful Annabel trash her room. She was hysterical.

"Why? Why did it have to be her?" she sobbed. "Why did that stupid truck driver have to miss that red light? Why is my mom the one who had to die? I need her! What am I going to do without her?"

"Bel, I know this is hard for you," Zeke said but stopped talking as the lamp smashed against the wall.

"No you don't!" she exclaimed furiously. "You still have both your parents! You don't know what it's like to lose one of them. So don't pretend like you understand what I'm going through!"

Zeke gathered her up in a hug as she began punching his chest. But she was too weak and vulnerable to cause any real pain. Her rapid punches soon became much slower and tired as she lost all her energy. She let him embrace her even tighter.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's ok," he replied. "I'm here for you. Every singly time."

_**When you see her at her worst:
>Tell her she's beautiful<strong>_

Zeke knocked on the door and grinned as he was greeted by Mr Holmes.

"Hey Mr.H, is Annabel here?" he asked and the older man gave a curt smile.

"I'm sorry Zeke, but Annabel gave me strict instructions not to let you see her today," he told Zeke. Zeke's smile fell and he felt hurt that his own girlfriend had not wanted to see him.

"What? Is she mad at me?" he asked. Zeke became concerned with all the possibilities of her hating him. Was she planning on breaking up with him? Was she sick of seeing his face and decided to take a break from looking at him. "Please, Mr.H, let me talk to her. If she's mad I want to make it up to her."

The man sighed but nodded. Zeke ran up to his girlfriends room and opened the door ready to make whatever kind of apology was neccessary. He was surprised however to see Annabel sitting in bed, looking extremely ill with bags under her eyes and her hair messy. She had a box of tissues sitting next to her as she watched the Tv with very little interest.

"Dad no more...ZEKE!" she went wide eyed when she saw him and hid under the covers quickly.

"What are you doing?" Zeke asked with a chuckle.

"I didn't want you to see me like this!" she exclaimed in a croaky voice. She clearly had a sore throat as well. "I look like a mutant." Zeke slowly walked over and pulled the covers back. She whimpered slightly as he kissed her forehead.

"You look beautiful, just like you always do."

_**When you see her walkinq:
>Sneak up behind her, and huq her waist<strong>_

Zeke smirked as he saw Annabel looking for something in her locker. She had her back to him and everyone else so she didn't see him coming up behind her. He wrapped his two strong arms around her waist and she let out a squeal. She turned her head to see him smiling at her innocently.

"Zeke, you scared me!" she laughed lightly. He simply pecked her cheek and grinned boyishly showing off his dimples.

"Love you." Was his reply.

_**When she's scared:
>Protect her<strong>_

Zeke and Annabel sat in his living room watching a horror movie marathon. They were currently watching 'One Missed Call'. Zeke was enjoying every minute of it but when he glanced at Annabel she was curled up in a ball hiding her face. The poor girl was shaking in fear. He smiled and pulled her onto his lap placing a gentle kiss on her temple. He let her hide her face in his chest and rubbed her back gently. Suddenly Annabel didn't feel so scared anymore.

_**On her birthday:
>Call her at 12 am and tell her you love her.<strong>_

Annabel was struggling to sleep. She felt her excitement running through her as the clock reach 11:59 pm. In one minute it would officially be her birthday and she was ecstatic. Though it seemed kind of childish, Annabel loved her birthday and Christmas. Which was why she never slept much the night before.

Tick! There it was, 12am! It was her birthday. She grinned brightly but was taken by surprise as her phone rang. She answered it quickly not wanting it to make too much noise for her dad to be woken up.

"Hello," she whispered.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful," a familiar husky voice came through.

"Zeke," she squealed excitedly. "Why are you still awake?"

"Well it's you're birthday and since I love you so much, I wanted to be the one who said happy birthday first!" he explained. "I am the first right?"

"Of course you're the first. You're also the best boyfriend ever! Can you believe it's my birthday, I'm so excited!" Annabel was hyperactive. Which is why Zeke ended up sitting for the next two and a half hours listening intently as she went on and on about her plans for the day.

_**When she runs up to you cryinq, the first thinq you say is:
>"Who's ass am I kickinq?"<strong>_

Zeke was hanging out with Luther at Ramps. He was just about to grind along the rail Luther stopped him and pointed to a crying girl who was running towards the boys. Zeke immediately recognised it as Annabel and fury took over his body as he wondered who was the cause of her tears.

As she reached him his embraced her in a hug and looked at her concerned. He only cared about two things, stopping her tears and getting revenge on whoever caused them.

"Who's ass am I kicking?" he questioned but she only hugged him tighter.

**Yes, I know it's not very good but I'm tired and I just wanted to atleast attempt to make it up to you guys for not writing in ages so please review. **

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What a Boyfriend Should Do by FaithfullyHopefulxx


Informer

INFORMER

Zen and Me: Arianna

This is a second story about Arianna and Zen.

Zen was created by Michael Dibdin; I play with him for my own amusement.

Rufus Sewell brought him to life for the screen and Valentina Cervi, as Arianna, partnered him.

I am sorry to say that I have never been to the Eternal City, and so although I know there is a bridge Ponte Castel San Angelo, I do not know if there are embankments or steps to them or a Hotel Rivoli near by.

My apologies to those who know better.

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The song for this story is 'I have dreamed' by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II. It was the words that first attracted me and I searched and searched for the right performance of it and found it at last; a very old recording by a young Yul Brynner and Gertrude Lawrence.

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I Have Dreamed

I have dreamed that your arms are lovely.

I have dreamed what a joy you'd be

I have dreamed every word you whisper

When you are close, close to me.

How you look in the glow of evening

I have dreamed and enjoyed the view

In these Dreams I've loved you so.

That by now I think I know

What it is to be loved by you.

I will love being loved by you

INFORMER

"Zen." his voice came over the line.

I took a breath, then another.

"It's me," I said "Arianna."

He waited; I could hear him take a drag on his cigarette. I took another quick breath.

"I think I may, um "

"Listen," he interrupted. "Where we left Ruspanti. Meet me there. Today? 6pm ? Don't speak to me."

The phone was dead.

Meet him where we left Ludo?

But he was dead.

Zen knew that.

I had not been up very long and I was sitting outside on my balcony in my negligee with a cup of black coffee to wake myself up. I pushed my hair wearily out of my eyes

I had not got home until almost four.

And it was now? God, it's only 9 o'clock.

It was too early for me to be working out puzzles.

It had been a very late night.

I had attended a society function until late and my companion had been rather demanding afterwards, but that is what I am paid for.

That's my job, an 'escort'.

That's right, a prostitute, a highly paid one with clients in high places; Government Ministers, society leaders, princes, including one or two who wore the scarlet of Princes of the Church.

Zen is not a client.

He is a police officer. He had been the investigating officer on Ruspanti's case; it was how we had met and he had he asked me if I would be an informant.

A snout! Me?

Zen thought with my connections, my clientele, I might see or hear things which could help him.

.

I had agreed, in spite of remembering Ludo's words of advice. _'Never tell the cops anything._'

I could not refuse him.

Zen. Not Ludo.

Ludo is dead.

I miss him still.

That was nearly four months ago.

Four months since Zen said 'ciao.'

I kept my eyes and ears open. There had been nothing, nothing at all. Till last night.

That is why I am sitting here, bleary-eyed, soggy- brained, struggling to work out some damned stupid secret message.

To tell him what?

I don't know what; or even if there is anything to tell.

Someone spoke to someone else who spoke to a third; no more than half a dozen words each. That is what you do at receptions, isn't it?

And yet, and yet I felt it was something I should tell him. Zen.

And a word I wasn't sure of; a word more mouthed than heard. A word that I think he had asked me about four months ago when Ludo died. But I am not sure. Perhaps I will not tell him.

Sighing, I picked up my coffee and decided to try to get more sleep before trying to decipher what he had meant.

I was half way across the room to my bed, when I stopped.

_Where we left Ruspanti._

Prince Ludovico Ruspanti was dead.

Cremated.

Zen was with me when I scattered his ashes.

Over the Tiber.

From the Ponte Castel san Angelo.

. . . . .

I chose what I was going to wear very carefully. A sludgy pampas green shift , carefully understated, reaching just to my knees, designed to flatter my figure, my legs, my dark red hair and hazel eyes; toning green high heeled sling -backs and a big floppy- brimmed hat.

I may be a copper's nark but I am an expensive one. I like to look good, and besides...

Besides.

It was rush hour when I parked my car two blocks down from the bridge. I reached for my hat and pulled it on, then my bag and my sunglasses and walked along to it. I could see him on the brow leaning, relaxed, on the balustrade. Smoking his ever present cigarette.

Today I was starting a second career, equally disreputable as my first.

Informer.

My knees were shaking and my stomach churning.

Or was something else causing it?

He turned his head, his eyes casually sweeping the crowd. If he saw me, he gave no sign.

Half a dozen paces from him. I stopped and resting my bag on the balustrade, I rummaged in it.

He looked out over the river; I could barely hear what he said.

"Go to the end of the bridge, cross to the left, and turn down the steps to the embankment. The Rivoli hotel is opposite, go up the outside stairs to the roof bar, take the furthest table from the stairs, overlooking the road. "

The bar was empty; the early evening crowd had not yet started to arrive.

The table was shaded by vines and I could see the bridge without being seen. He was still there. He continued to sweep the crowds as thought waiting for someone.

A waiter approached me.

I asked for a black coffee.

As if he had made up his mind, Zen turned and walked to the end of the bridge, turned right and disappeared down the embankment steps. I lost sight of him.

I waited, for him and my coffee.

I heard from behind me, the faint scrape of a chair being pulled out. I turned.

He was there.

He sat down at the table behind me, facing the terrace, fishing in his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter.

Detective Chief Inspector Aurelio Zen, Criminalpol di Roma, Murder Squad.

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Zen.

Six feet tall, broad, without a scrap of spare flesh,

A navy blue suit, matching tie and a sparkling white shirt, elegant as ever.

His dark curly hair cropped short as usual and the bright early evening sun caught a sprinkle of silver.

His face was one of a Venetian prince or from a Renaissance painting, with the paler skin tones of Northern Italians, high cheek bones, long straight nose, sculptured mouth curved in a little smile and his big green eyes alive with laughter.

"Is there any need for all this cloak and dagger?" I asked tartly. "It is only-"

He flicked his forefinger an inch or so to hush me as the waiter approached and put down my coffee.

"Sir?"

"A beer, please."

He waited again, still smiling.

_He had told me," If people suspect that you pass on info. then they will be extra careful around you. If we are careful, then no-one will find out. They relax. I'll give you my phone number at the Questura. If you need to get in touch, ring on a land line, preferably a public phone... Don't say anything, just 'it's me'. I will know who it is." I had raised my eyebrow. "Cell phones can be bugged. People followed." _

"You look very nice.

"Thank you"

"How's business?"

"Brisk." I replied.

He winked.

I wanted to have a dig at him.

"Divorce through yet?"

"Not yet." The smile was lost. He lit a cigarette.

"Still smoking! I thought you were giving it up."

"I'm trying, I'm trying."

And your girlfriend, she back?"

"No." he said quietly.

And I felt mean. And glad that she was not back.

"Your mother still with you?"

"Still haven't found anyone to take her off my hands. You don't know anybody? She's a nice woman; a very good cook and housekeeper. Make a lovely wife. Of course I can't say about any other aspect." He winked again.

The waiter arrived with his beer and he put some coins down on the tray.

He watched the man walk away.

"Now."

"I feel a bit foolish now. It may be nothing but I felt... It seems nothing but I felt there was something " I trailed off.

He nodded at me.

"Last night, I was at the Presidential reception. I was with Prince Orvini." I hesitated.

"Business?"

Again I hesitated. I could hear Ruspanti saying_ "Never tell the cops anything_"

"Yes - but he was not my client. He is the cover for someone else." He waited. "He wears a red hat."

He was surprised but not shocked. It seems to me that very little shocks him.

"We were on the peripheral of the Cardinal's party. Count Carossi, his Eminence's lay aide, excused himself to get another glass of wine. I noticed because there were waiters wandering about with tray of drinks and because Carossi's glass was still half full. So out of curiosity I watched him. He stood at the wine table with his back to the room. Then Don Carlucci came and stood near him. They turned and faced the room, not looking at each other. The Don said something, maybe half dozen words; the Count paused and said something. One word, I think. The Don moved away. Then in a while the Count rejoined us, He made his way slowly to the Cardinal and stood behind him, half turned away. He murmured something, again only about six or seven words

Shortly after, the Cardinal made signs that he was leaving. "

Zen stared across the terrace.

"I knew it was nothing. I should not have said anything."

"Hmm?"

His eyes came back to me and he said slowly,

"On the contrary; the capo of Rome's biggest 'family' surreptitiously speaks to the Cardinal's aide who whispers to the Cardinal who leaves soon after. That is very interesting."

He watched his hand turning his lighter over and over.

"Do you do much business with the um... last night's client?"

"Slow but regular."

I watched him.

Hmm"

He stared into space. "The single word? Any idea?"

I shook my head.

"Anything else?" I shook my head again.

"Give me ten minutes, then leave through the bar and down the inside hotel stairs."

He stood and gathering his cigarettes and lighter, slipped them into his pocket.

"Oh! And when you are inside, take off your hat."

He went across the terrace and down the outside steps.

I finished my coffee.

Was that it?

He hadn't drunk his beer.

He hadn't thanked me.

He hadn't said goodbye.

There was a lump in my throat.

Of course, he was maintaining the appearance that we were not together, I told myself but it didn't help.

I made my way back to my car. I was putting the key in the ignition when there was the slightest tap on the nearside wing. I looked up to see him pass, a little flick of his hand in acknowledgement at hip level.

So he had been guarding my back!

I blinked a few times to clear my eyes; glad I was wearing dark glasses.

Another of Ruspanti's rule broken.

_'Don't get involved with the clients.'_

Well, Zen wasn't a client but I was involved.

Whether I liked it or not, I was involved.

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It was three weeks before I had another engagement with my client.

It was arranged in the usual way.

Orvini rang about seven.

"My dear, would it be convenient for you? This evening? As usual? I will send my car."

His sleek, chauffeur driven Mercedes would arrive at midnight, my fee in an envelope on the back seat, and I would be whisked across the river up into the Vatican and dropped at the entrance to a narrow alley.

Orvini's driver, Cioni, would wait till I slipped through the unlocked door in the long blank wall and would return later for me. I suppose one of the Cardinal's staff would ring him. He was always waiting for me.

I would go down a narrow dim passageway to a room at the end, on a lower level to the main body of the house. It held a bed, two large armchairs and a table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I thought it might have been a monk's cell a few centuries ago.

The Cardinal joined me very soon through a second door in the far corner.

He was a big man, taller than Zen and heavy, approaching sixty. He was not handsome but he had, as you would expect, immense presence and charm. Greying hair above a face with big dark eyes surrounded by deep dark shadows from sleepless nights caused by a mind constantly scheming, set above a wide red sensual mouth.

His persuasion was that of President Clinton's.

Non penetration was not sex.

So he was not breaking his vows.

I don't know whether he was fooling himself. He didn't fool me.

But I was well paid for my attentions.

He would have to square his views with God.

We had reached the point where I had undressed and had opened his heavy velvet robe, when there was a faint purr of the house phone. Another man might have cursed.

His Eminence "tst-tst-tst-ed ".

He lifted the phone, listened and putting it down, said "My Dear, excuse me." and left the room through the door he had entered.

His Eminence was not well pleased.

I heard a whisper of voice outside. I tiptoed to the door, silently turned the handle and eased the door open a crack and listened.

I heard very little. I caught words here and there; a voice I thought I recognised until the Cardinal raised his voice slightly.

"No, I ... Tell... Bellatini ... Cabal."

I was back on the bed wrapped in the sheet when he returned and we took up where we left off.

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"Same time, same place." Zen had said. "If I am not at Ruspanti's place, don't stop."

I got out my red dress, and then I remember what he had said once, "Very Red" and chose a little black dress instead, the one with the deep scoop neck.

Yes!

And piled my hair on top.

He joined me on the roof bar.

"It doesn't seem very much."

I told him.

"But he was angry. It was the mention of Bellatini ...and ..."

I still wasn't sure about the rest, then I went on.

"When I told you, you know, at the reception, there was one word I wasn't sure about? But I am sure now. It was cabal. "

I looked at him. He was resting his elbow on the table, his mouth resting against his fist, his eyes on me.

"Wasn't that what you asked me about? When Ludo died? And didn't Perotto say Ludo said something?"

He stared out over the terrace unseeing, automatically fumbling in his pockets for his lighter and cigarettes.

"There's something else." I nipped the quick of my nail. "I thought I recognised the other voice." Again, I was uncertain.

"I thought...er... I thought it was Amadeo."

He turned his face towards me, but he was still unseeing and there was no sign of surprise at what I had said.

The western light flickered through the vines onto his face, showing up his clear fine skin and the two scars, the long black lashes. His narrowed eyes, glinting dark green, as they did when he concentrated. He put a cigarette in his mouth and left it without lighting it.

I watched him.

He was so beautiful.

A little throb jumped into life in my groin.

"Zen?"

He came back to me, took the cigarette from his mouth, blew out a long breath, put his fag back and slowly lit it.

"The Colonnas, like the Orvinis, Bellatinis and the Ruspantis, have connections with the Vatican going way back." He hesitated as if he were about to say something more, then changed his mind.

"Do you see Amadeo these days?"

"I haven't for a while. Should I not? Should I not trust him? "

A faint smile from him.

"As much as anyone."

I looked at my watch.

"Anything else?"

"No." I must have sounded uncertain because he looked at me questioningly.

"No." Nothing he would be interested in.

"I have an engagement at 8.30 and I have to get ready."

"You look fine to me"

I left first. I knew he was watching my back.

Driving home, the throb was still there.

I could hear Ruspanti's voice:

_'Don't get serious with the clients'_

And then, another Ruspanti rule;

'_Don't__ stay the night, always go home__' _

I do, Ludo, I do.

_'Don't bring your work home_. '

He's not work, Ludo.

Yes I know; he stayed the night with me, in _my_ bed, in _my_ apartment. You would be horrified but he is _not_ a client, Ludo.

And yes Ludo, I have broken your cardinal rule.

You see, I am in love with him.

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My client needed an escort to a party and had a hotel room booked for later so it was near to five when I got home.

It seemed as though I had only just got into bed when the doorbell rang, and then there was a banging and the bell again, and again,

"Arianna !"

I struggled into consciousness. I pulled on a tee shirt and last night's knickers and stumbled only half awake to the door.

It was Zen.

Who else?

"God, Zen. What the hell do you want?"

"Arianna, are you ok?"

"No I 'm bloody not. What the hell time is it?

He grabbed me by my forearms.

"Arianna, wake up. Cioni is dead!"

"What? Who? Cioni? He can't be."

He followed me into my sitting room and we sat down on the couch together. I had not quite taken it in.

"He was found a couple of hours ago. Stabbed. In Orvini's Merc. In the alley at the back of the Cardinal's palace."

I gaped at him. I still was not quite sensible.

"I just wanted to be sure you were OK."

He looked at me.

"I was afraid ... You'd better have a cup of coffee e? You look as if you need one."

I was beginning to shake. He went into my little kitchen.

"I'm on my way over to the Vatican. I came here as soon as I heard." He called.

He brought two cups of instant.

"When did it ... did they find him?"

"About five, but Orvini said he didn't turn up for work yesterday and the car was missing."

I bit my lip to stop shaking.

"Zen." My teeth were chattering. "Zen, there's something I didn't tell you. I thought it wasn't important."

He knelt in front of me holding my hands.

"When I go to the Cardinal, Cioni drives me there and picks me up later. I don't how he knows when. I suppose someone rings the carphone because he is, was, always there waiting for me except the other night. He wasn't there. I waited for a while and walked down the alley to see... He didn't turn up. I rang for a taxi. "

I bit my lip.

"I didn't think it was important."

"You didn't see anyone, anything, a car?"

"God Zen, it was three in the morning."

He sat back down on the couch, his arms on his knees, his face in his hands.

"Christ, what have I got you into?"

"Is it the 'family'?"

"I don't know, Arianna. Maybe. The Vatican too, somehow. Then there's this Cabal. They're all tied up somehow. All I know is three men have died and they are all connected somehow with the Cabal and the Vatican.

"Three ...but"

"Ruspanti, Perotto, and now, Cioni".

"Zen, Ruspanti killed himself, and Perotto."

"Yes, _yes, _ but something drove him to it and he was connected to the Cabal and Perotto the same. Well. We know how Perotto died but the Cabal is there too.

Cioni dies on the night that you hear a message about the Cabal."

He paused, and then went on.

"Amadeo," he hesitated again. "had a brother who died. He wanted to talk to me about the Cabal. He was afraid. He was murdered. There was no investigation; his body was spirited away into the Vatican."

"You don't think Amadeo...?"

"No, but anyone can be driven to kill." He chewed his lip.

"You don't have to go on doing this for me."

"Yes, I do. Especially now, now Cioni...! He was a nice man. "

"Think about it. If you want out, I will understand."

He stood.

"I must go."

At the door I caught hold of his sleeve. He swung around, pushing me against the wall, his mouth hungry on mine.

And the greedy demanding flame was there again in my groin for him.

My fingers were in his hair, twisting to pull him closer and we were on the floor without knowing how we got there, pulling our clothes off, desperate to feel our bodies together.

I lost my breath as his mouth moved over my face and throat. I struggled to free my arms to pull his mouth back to mine.

We didn't say anything to each other

It was all touch and movement, fast, hot and hard, soft sounds, gasps and moans.

It could have been minutes; it could have been hours.

I don't know.

He didn't ask if I was ready, he knew. We came together in an explosive, rolling climax which shook us both.

He lay, with his mouth against my throat, then looked at me. We were both slick with sweat, hair sticking to our faces.

"Right by the door," he said, laughter in his voice. "I hope nobody was passing; it was a bit loud."

"You could have made sure we were on the carpet. I must have dozens of splinters in my arse."

"I would be delighted to check for you."

He sat up.

"I've got to go." I ran a finger across his wet shoulder.

"You'll need a shower before you go."

He nodded slowly and getting up, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom.

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I pulled on my tee shirt and knickers and waited for him.

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I have been on the game since I was twenty. It has given me a very high standard of living; I love it and everything that goes with it, the parties, the social life, and expensive holidays.

The sex too.

So maybe I have had lovers with more experience, with more expertise, more stamina but it is true when they say love gives more than these.

Love gives a splendour all its own.

And I love him.

He is the only one I have ever loved.

Does he love me?

Who knows?

I know he cares about me.

But love?

Perhaps I will know one day.

Until then I will take what I can get.

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Christ! It wasn't yet half past seven.

He came out of the bathroom, his face with that freshly showered look, his hair a mass of tight wet curls around it.

I should have been at the crime scene, an hour ago." he said awkwardly. I walked with him to the door and stood against the wall. He stopped with one hand on the catch

"You can stop anytime you want."

"I know."

He bent and kissed me, a soft brush of his mouth against mine.

The door clicked and he was gone.

I slid down against the wall till I was sitting on the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees.

I thought.

I was afraid.

I was nervy and jumpy, my stomach churning.

But I felt taut, alert, alive.

I had a purpose in life.

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Informer by Roofran411