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You Are What You Eat (Resident Evil/Prototype)

For eternity, there was nothing. Then there was suddenly light.

"Put the sample down, doctor! Get on your knees with your hands on your head!" A harsh voice shouted, stirring me into awareness. I could see nothing. My body stirred as I was jostled in the hand of the unknown doctor-- there w...

Castoff: Just Rewards (ch. 6)

The Witch Hunters paid well, Guts reflected, a pouch heavy with gold placed into his hand. Ciri went ignored for the most part, something that seemed to suit her rather well. While the gold was placed into his hand, a scarred man that was missing an ear along with a few pock marks on his face tha...

Legends Never Die: Making Way (ch. 13)

The Franks roared at me as I neared, their spears braced, their shields up, and their formation ready to rebuff us. With the army charging down the hill, the screams from thousands of men filling the air until it seemed to shake with the force of it, I struck the first blow by slicing the head of...

Legends Never Die: Introductions (ch. 12)

For my entire life, I had only ever known the farm. That small village of Ivarstead that had less than thirty people, my immediate family. I had no grandparents to speak of. They had performed Ättestupa in their old age since they were unable to die in battle and to lessen the burden on their fa...

Legends Never Die: Blood Feud (ch. 11)

We lost about eighty men. Which seemed like so few in comparison to the battle there had been. There were another hundred that had been wounded, some of which were expected to die of their wounds. But, the battle was being celebrated as a great victory. The garrison at Sigiburg had surrendered wh...

Legends Never Die: Next Steps (ch. 10)

“Hnngh…” I groaned, hearing the faint sound of screaming not too far off in the distance. As if someone was being muffled by a bite. My upper body felt incredibly sore, as if I had pulled every single muscle in my arms, shoulders, and back. I was used to the feeling of pushing myself a litt...

Gone Native: Circling (ch. 56)

"I'm really getting tired of hearing that," I returned to Poison Ivy, my eyes narrowed into slits. Saibamen. They surrounded us on all sides, twisted grins on their faces while their claws flexed and clenched as if they were imagining tearing us limb from limb. It had been some time since I last ...

Gone Native: Way Forward (ch. 55)

“I will give you this, Pamela Isley -- you’re brave,” I muttered with a snarl etched into my face. Every muscle was taut as I stared at the hologram projector that gave me the alert. The planet was on the very edge of my empire, nearly on the exact opposite end away from Earth. Due to that,...

Gone Native: Small Moments (ch. 54)

“Brainwashing seems like a jump,” Raven remarked as we stood in my throne room, surrounded on all sides by holograms that fed me information about my empire. As well as a number of projects that I had -- such as the Warworlds and the shield wall around my empire, to name a few. The one that I...

Gone Native: Extreme Measures (ch. 53)

Earth was still adapting, but it had done a lot of it over the past three months. To the point that it was honestly shocking.

Letting Lex Luthor remain in charge had been a gamble -- a dangerous one. I had no doubt in my mind that he was taking a mile with every inch that I gave him, buildi...

From the Ashes: Roaring Flame (ch. 9)

It took me a long time to reach Denerim. The journey itself would take a month in the snow, but I spent another month out in the wilds. The decision was an easy one. A challenge to myself to winter out in the elements to see if I would survive. And survive I did.

My body was weighed down wi...

From the Ashes: Flash Fire (ch. 8)

The fortress was less a fortress and more what I imagined a villa to look like. It was as pretty as a painting, situated upon a high cliff that gave it a great view of the Hinterlands and Lake Calenhad. The view really was stunning, and the thought of living all the way up here, while lonely, see...

From the Ashes: Simmering Heat (ch. 7)

"Have you never used a staff before?" Merrill asked me as I held a wooden staff in my hands that was elaborately engraved while the tip of the staff was curled roots around a focus that was inlaid with lyrium according to the Keeper and First duo. It was surprisingly heavy as I shook my head.

From the Ashes: Smoldering Cinders (ch. 6)

I had found the Dalish, but I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing.

Before I was allowed anywhere near their camp, my hands were bound and Theron grilled me with questions while Tamlen carried my empty pack. He completely dismissed it because it was empty, and I counted that as a...

Gone Native: Way Forward (ch. 55)

“I will give you this, Pamela Isley -- you’re brave,” I muttered with a snarl etched into my face. Every muscle was taut as I stared at the hologram projector that gave me the alert. The planet was on the very edge of my empire, nearly on the exact opposite end away from Earth. Due to that,...

Gone Native: Small Moments (ch. 54)

“Brainwashing seems like a jump,” Raven remarked as we stood in my throne room, surrounded on all sides by holograms that fed me information about my empire. As well as a number of projects that I had -- such as the Warworlds and the shield wall around my empire, to name a few. The one that I...

Gone Native: Extreme Measures (ch. 53)

Earth was still adapting, but it had done a lot of it over the past three months. To the point that it was honestly shocking.

Letting Lex Luthor remain in charge had been a gamble -- a dangerous one. I had no doubt in my mind that he was taking a mile with every inch that I gave him, buildi...

Gone Native: Steps Forward (ch. 52)

I stood in a great white expanse, a vast nothingness all around that almost hurt to look at. The only things of note were some amenities so far off in the distance that they were hardly specs in my vision, but there was a cafeteria, a private bath, and a door that would lead out of this space tha...

From the Ashes: Flash Fire (ch. 8)

The fortress was less a fortress and more what I imagined a villa to look like. It was as pretty as a painting, situated upon a high cliff that gave it a great view of the Hinterlands and Lake Calenhad. The view really was stunning, and the thought of living all the way up here, while lonely, see...

From the Ashes: Simmering Heat (ch. 7)

"Have you never used a staff before?" Merrill asked me as I held a wooden staff in my hands that was elaborately engraved while the tip of the staff was curled roots around a focus that was inlaid with lyrium according to the Keeper and First duo. It was surprisingly heavy as I shook my head.

From the Ashes: Smoldering Cinders (ch. 6)

I had found the Dalish, but I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing.

Before I was allowed anywhere near their camp, my hands were bound and Theron grilled me with questions while Tamlen carried my empty pack. He completely dismissed it because it was empty, and I counted that as a...