Ikena Monologue

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

The smell of burning flesh is repugnant. It lingers on every street corner, on every piece of cloth, in every shallow breath. The sky is red. Glowing through black clouds that are heavy with the ashes of those who have stopped screaming. More than three thousand tonnes of high explosive bombs are dropped. Again. Again. Again. Just like dust caught in a sunbeam, the ash swirls a slow descent. The air pulls in. Pauses. Pressure building. The blood in your veins almost recoils, your brain bruised in your skull. A moment of vertigo. Then nothing but noise. Loud. Angry. Ringing. And pain, so much pain. Screams rise, the crescendo approaches. Hellfire rips through the buildings, the sky, the people, your heart. This city is a firestorm.

I woke up with a busting headache, "Wh-here am I?" I muttered looking around in a dark room. A bright light flashed, "Tate who do you pick?" I heard James speak. Picked!? More people? I looked over and spotted to girls in the cornor sobbing. "Her." I looked to where his finger was pointing. Me!? Tate motioned his finger for me to get up, I rise walking towards him, what's there to fight for anyway? James eyed me the 'you better not try nything stupid' look. Tate lead my limp body towards a room, "Sit." he whispered, I sat right in the floor, "What the hell i'm not bad, come sit on my be." "Ok bitch." "What kind of music do you like?" "Why." "Why not." "Alternative." "Is hollywood undead ok?" "Fucking love that band!" I boomed. Tate

I was out of the dimly lit room and on my way to kill my fiancé as soon as the last of her demand left her

I held out my hand and one of my men wisely placed a charging weapon in it. I calmly entered the meeting room, walked up to the man with a bandaged hand with a smile on his face, place the barrow of the weapon to his head, and pulled the trigger.

Two days before my mother had died we had an argument about my behavior. ´Akiko your 14 already start acting like your own age´. ‘Mom i don't want to be 14 i want to go back and be a child again why can't you let me do that ?´ ‘Akiko you will have to grow up eventually and start having a life of your own i don't want anything to happen to you’ i ran out of the house. I know it's stupid fighting over me being so childish but in reality i just wasn't ready to grow up, that would have meant to watch my parents grow old and die. Guess i should have listen to my mother and behaved , i ran into a road without looking . i heard a loud horn sounds then everything went in slow motion i was pushed out the way and landed on the sidewalk . i heard the

Angrily, I gathered my clothes and the rest of my belongings, then headed to the car. As I strode into the cove of trees, I suddenly heard a voice.

I was drowning in my own regret and I couldn’t stand being near her any longer. I ran out of the house, grabbing my umbrella, and walked to a familiar trail near my home. The cement was wet with puddles splashing up with every few steps. The smell of dead leaves and rain mixed together and served a familiar feeling of autumn. I was there walking on that trail, midnight to be exact, when a familiar voice said, “Congratulations, you passed your first

She brought out a Blue ruby charm. she held in her hands and began to so some word in a different language. the Chrystal began to glow a bright white light. then whoso Avanah opened her eyes and was in a great hall lined with various statues. There was a thick velvet carpet on the floor and marble under the carpet. She was home  she walked into the living room where her father stood waiting. He said i forbid you from going to the human world ever again She looked up and began cry she ran and fell into her fathers arms. She said that she had to take the money she gave it to a poor family on the corner she explained. He had sympathy but was still stern. He said what if they had taken you and found you power. Dad i was scared it i just had to

Have you ever heard of a man named Yeshua? Well, I sure hadn't. I was just one regular piece of wood, waiting to be used as a crucifixion object.

Her voice message ended and I quickly went to her contact to face time her. I set my phone against a pillow while it rang as I quickly put on a pair of sweatpants and sat down on the bed. It rang two times before she picked up. I looked at her, her eyes were red and her lips were swollen.

She kept looking at the old school bus, that everybody hated, but she admired it with love. As she stepped off she saw all of our eyes gazing down at her through the window, then everyone ran back away. I was so overjoyed that we were going to get a new student today. I heard rumors mumbling around the classroom, but then when she stepped in everyone stopped at once.

I begin hearing footsteps from a distance as I stare into the night sky. The footsteps are somewhat light. I'm thinking this is going to be female. Well, this is just great. It's going to be embarrassing to be seen like this. Maybe they'll be nice enough and help me. Though, I am just a sad excuse for a person. So probably they won't help me after all. Let out a sigh while groaning in pain. Maybe they could provide some pain killers.

She looked down at the bed "can I ask you for a favor?" Before I could answer she told me what she needed. "Please Death just put a bullet in my head, I can't take anymore, please just end my misery." She was still looking down at the bed with tears pouring out. I picked her up putting her on my lap, "Look at me Leather. Don't say that shit. Baby, you still have a lifetime to live, a little girl and brothers that need you. I know you probably have heard this before, but I will help you, I'll help you fix all this so you can be with your family again. If that's what will make you happy then I will do whatever it takes. I'm sorry you have had a shit life like that honey, I really am. When you sober up and feeling better tomorrow we need to talk about all this to figure out a plan

“My name,” she repeated, this time more steadily, “is Elizabeth .” My Father’s expression changed drastically, now the face that was once a little annoyed, began to morph to pure anger. All these years no one ever talked back to my Father, not once has anyone ever said anything against him. Time slowed down as he began to raise an arm to discipline my Ma, but bit his lip in regret and retreated to the couch across the room. Everyone froze in the silence. Nobody in this household would ever hit a lady, especially someone who does as much for us as my Ma. He was such a nice man, so handsome and helpful, why would he even think about hitting my Ma? I watched as he slouched into the crevice that's been created in