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The Young Crisis Chapter 1The Young Crisis
Chapter 1 :A rough start
IT was dying. IT could feel IT’s world slipping away from IT’s self. That Other, that big Other, that was what did this to IT. That Other had hurt IT, but IT had managed to get away. By hiding under the smaller parts of a big thing IT was able to protect IT’s self from the Other. That was not enough though, the Other had still wounded IT. The Other made it feel a horrible pain that now has passed into a dim numbness. IT looked at the stuff coming out of IT, IT’s warm and slightly sticky stuff was draining out of IT. IT needed that stuff or else everything would stop existing. There would be no more anything ever again. IT started to see everything fade away. Everything was slowly vanishing into nothing. As the last of everything started to dissolve, IT saw another Other. A different Other. This Other was coming toward IT, but IT was not worried about this Other. IT knew everything would be gone before this Other could ge
The Young Crisis Chapter 2Chapter 2
“The first day of school”
“Why are we keeping that thing!?” Subeta shouted as Temi tucked her in “and why does she have to sleep on MY bed!”
The little nagaling was currently dozing on Temi’s old bed, while the little fairy child was forced to sleep in a little matchbook that was sitting on her dresser. Despite the cozy little bed being rather comfy and warm, Subeta was still upset over losing her old bed.
“I know it’s difficult for you, but it’s the only other bed we have that’s appropriate for her size” Temi said as she gently brushed Subeta’s hair back with her finger “besides, that bed is far too big for you anyway. In fact most of the stuff in here is too big for you”
Temi looked around Subeta’s room. to say it was disproportionate to its occupant would be an understatement. From the dresser to the drapes, everything piece of furniture was huge compared to tiny little Subeta.
The Hole The Hole
“Am I already dead?”
These words floated through Derrick’s mind as he stared into the abysses before him. He did not know why this foreboding sentence came to mind, but it was there all the same. Derrick stood at the entrench to a deep and dark cave. It was unnerving to him, for more so then any thing he had seen before. The unnerving came from how utterly round the cave was, a perfectly circular hole free of any imperfections. How could something be so perfect in form yet still be so wrong? There was no howling whispers on the wind, nor snarling monsters in the darkness. There was no gloomy moon
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