![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
growlygenet's journalLog in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more
| You are viewing growlygenet's journal Log in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more | Explore LJ: Life Entertainment Music Culture News & Politics Technology |
|
|||||||
 |
|
|
|||||
|
Growly's Notebook  Their eyes met. In life they'd been matching pools of deep amber but death had bleached the colour from Gaz's eyes, leaving them a flat, sickly yellow rimmed with a thin ring of dark orange. She looked like the undead creature she was now, her once fine features were pinched and gaunt with purple hollows beneath her eyes. Every line of her body stood out sharply and Dib could feel pity beginning to sweep aside his fear as the realization settled in completely. She wanted to live, but he knew that was impossible now - there was no cure for it, no easy solution to their dilemma... His sister was dead and she was dragging him down with her, feeding on his life energy like a leech. "This has to stop, Gaz," He called out to her, his tone as weary as the rest of his body. He knew he looked nearly as bad as she did, with dried blood streaking his and crusting the black strands of his hair into ragged spikes along the back of his neck. His own eyes had darkened to a muddy grey-brown, the colour barely distinguishable in this light. "I can't do it. I can't help you." All along he'd suspected it but now, uttering the words made it painfully, immutably real. It wasn't the answer she wanted, but Dib was nearly beyond fear now. He did not flinch as she drew her lips back, flashing teeth that seemed to yellow and decay before his eyes. The words had changed something - like a stopper being pulled loose. He could feel her drawing the energy from him greedily, dizziness striking him a solid blow as he struggled to focus. Yet despite the frantic drain on his life force, Gaz was becoming worse, not better. Her skin was shrinking, drawing tight against her bones as he watched. Beneath the lattice of her ribcage, Dib could see an odd wriggling motion that he couldn't identify - it didn't look like the function of any organs, nor did she even need them to breathe or to pump blood through her body, so what... Bile rose in his throat as realization hit. The skin along her abdomen, already weakened nearly beyond its limit, was beginning to split from the pressure of the stretching and flashes of roiling white were visible in the dark cavity beneath. Dib tried to bite back the surging revulsion and failed, forced to turn his head, gagging and trying desperately not to retch. A flash of movement from the corner of his eye was his only warning before sharp fingers dug into his skin. He cried out in shock, in horror, as he raised his hands instinctively to try and defend himself and felt a wet slimy surge, heard a sound like a damp squish and tried instantly to recoil as hundreds of squirming maggots engulfed his bare fingers. Her grip on him was far more firm, nails tearing through his skin as he struggled to pull away from her. "Let me go!" He gasped, a familiar fear gripping him - for a moment he was utterly convinced that she would try to rip his throat open with her teeth, the old superstitions about zombies being dredged up for one more go around. His eyes pulsed amber and for a few seconds hers flared to match. Immediately a concussive force knocked them apart. Dib staggered backwards, his hip striking the corner of a table. He gripped it to steady himself, staring across the room at his sister who seemed more intact now than she had been before the jolt. There was something new in her stance, in the way she was eyeing him. It was no longer a baleful expression, instead it had settled into something like disquiet, uncertainty. Before he could try to speak with her - to offer an apology perhaps - she turned on her heel and retreated, leaving him blinking and gasping in her wake. People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old. No matter how long we live... (We) never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born - Albert Einstein. The young do not know enough to be prudent and therefore they attempt the impossible - and achieve it, generation after generation. -Pearl S Buck Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot. - V for Vendetta I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. - Valerie, "V for Vendetta" But America's war grew worse and worse and eventually it came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. - Valerie, "V for Vendetta" It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie. - Valerie, "V for Vendetta" Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget. - Evie, "V for Vendetta" Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici. V: [translates] By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe. - V for Vendetta (Quoting "Faust") - Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill, last night. Dominic: But that's outside quarantine. Finch: I had to see it. There wasn't much left. But when I was there it was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It's like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of it, and all trapped by it. Dominic: So do you know what's gonna happen? Finch: No, it was a feeling. But I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty. And then Sutler will be forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word. And then... - You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it. - Gordon, "V for Vendetta" The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done. - V - Creedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die? V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. - People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people. - V Some of the song lyrics I've been working on for ATCS, also known as IZ: The Musical. All lyrics posted in my LJ are the Complete Lyrics and may not appear in their entirety in the fic. Also FYI: Things that appear in italics are sung, those in normal text are spoken and anything in (these things) are actions. Songs that appear in this post: I Need You Audience With The Tallest Zim's Dilemma ( Song Lyrics ) It might become a fic at some point. [PG][Pre-fic Character Death] *** ( Snippet ) For those of you who don't know what this fic is, I'm rather surprised to find you wandering around here in my notebook. TTBU is the acronym for The Things Between Us, which is currently my longest piece of Invader Zim Fanfiction. The basic rundown: Title: The Things Between Us Author: Growly Genet (That's me) Rating: PG-13 Genre: Suspense/Drama Warnings: Some gore, mention of torture, angst Disclaimer: Invader Zim does not belong to me, I'm making no money from this fanfic. Available: On FF.net Series: (Yes, no title for the series yet) Sequel/prequel/sidestory: 1 Sidestory: The Little Things Parts: Prologue, 8 chapters, Epilogue Chapter Eight of TTBU will be posted shortly. ^.^ ( Ratings and terms ) My IZ stories which are complete: Children of the Stars - (PG13) (ZADR) (Romance/Angst) - Zim reflects on his relationship with Dib and how it changed over the years he was on earth. Together at Last - (G-PG) (Surprise) (Romance/Humor) - After many trials and tribulations, our heroes have come together. Your Worst Enemy - (PG-13) (Drama/Angst) - After an encounter with some bullies, Dib finds that his worst enemy may not be who he thought it was. The Futile Truth - (PG) (Drama) Dib thinks he's the only one who knows the truth about aliens. But what if there was someone else... Necessary Evil - (R) (Surprise) (General) Dib finds himself forced to sell his "favors" for the greater good (disturbing images ahead) No Way Out - (PG-13) (Drama) Zim finds his adversary on his doorstep, injured and bleeding. Sequel to "Your Worst Enemy". ZimDib friendship, but it can be considered slashy if you read it right My IZ stories which are posted, incomplete and in progress: The Things Between Us - (PG-13) (Drama) What if Dib really had given up chasing Zim? Years in the future, this one small choice has had dramatic consequences. The Little Things - (PG-13)(Drama) A companion story to TTBU. What's been happening while Zim has been on earth? The seeds of rebellion have been planted in the Irkens' ranks, and when it all comes to a head, will there even BE an Irken Empire left? Suicide Boy - (R) (ZADR) (Drama/Angst) - Dib has an unhealthy obsession with catching Zim, but what happens when it all becomes too much? (Title is a reference to Suicide Girl, a story line in "Sexy Losers") [on Hiatus] My IZ stories which are in progress and not posted: (Remember that all of these categories and ratings are subject to change) Fear No Evil (R) (Drama/Dark) - (A giftfic for Magic Goat) Dib has spent his entire life trying to save the earth - but when everything begins to spiral out of control, is there anything that can save Dib from himself? [In-progress] Currently Untitled (R) (Drama/Suspense/Dark) - After spending two years in a mental hospital, a now "cured" Dib finds himself catapulted into the midst of a long ongoing battle - one that threatens to change his outlook on the world forever - if it doesn't kill him first. [in-progress] Falling Into The Light - (PG-13) (Drama) - The sequel to No Way Out. [Still In-Progress, not on hiatus) Pyrrhic Victory - (R) (Action/Adventure/Drama) - (Inspired by Battle Royale) Dib's class is chosen to participate in a Battle Royale, put on a desert island and given three days to kill each other off until there is only one left. [Put on hold indefinitely] Unhealthy Obsession - (R) (Drama/Horror) Dib's obsession with catching Zim has taken a disturbing turn. [Put on hold indefinitely] Random IZ Plotbunnies: DiB - A crossover between IZ and MiB (Men in Black) Well folks, if you're one of the few people unlucky enough to have found my notebook, then I recommend you run away screaming - for what you will see contained within will surely drive you to the brink of madness! Muwahaha! Anyhow... if you're still here, I'll proceed. This is my LJ for the posting of stories, poetry and other thing of a so-called "creative nature". Things will often be posted here before they are posted anywhere else. I will also have previews of new stories and of new chapters of ongoing stories. Please remember that everything contained within this Live Journal is non-distributable and is only for the entertainment of the readers and the author. Please ask before attempting to archive any of my fics or any portion of my fics elsewhere. Current mood:  creative.
|
|||||||
|
|
|
|||||