Tales of Genocyde: Memoryklok by vegetaslilryoko, literature
Literature
Tales of Genocyde: Memoryklok
Nathan spent most of the night searching for internet material on Herz Sterben. His eyes grew weary, and his pale face was even more flushed from exhaustion. As he pondered giving up, the vocalist typed in a random web address.
"Wilkommen!" Boomed a Germanic female voice from the site.
"Welcome to Herz Sterben's official website!" Six voices chorused.
He swept back a sprig of raven colored hair and looked intently at the website. This website hasn't been working for over a decade! It shouldn't be working!
Suddenly, he saw the first and last tour dates appear on the screen.
"February 28, 2012. New Port Ritchey, Flordia, U.S.A....."
Natha
Tales of Genocyde: Strumklok by vegetaslilryoko, literature
Literature
Tales of Genocyde: Strumklok
"Thanks a lot for meeting me 'ere. Mr. Explosion," The man said as he took down his hood.
The unveiling revealed a very worn face and long brown hair.
"Strum."
"The one an' only, mate."
"Always had my suspicions about Domi's past."
"Ah, but the past she remembers isn't the real one,friend,"Strum replied sadly," I think we should return to your 'ome an' tell 'er right away."
"Genocyde Manor?"Nathan questioned.
"It's alright an' preserved. We will let Domi see 'er parents' glory."
Nathan nodded and motioned toward the Murdercycle.
"Get in."
Strum bowed and did as he was told.
"Y'know, Twitch always talked of you until 'is death. I'm
Chronicles of Genocyde by vegetaslilryoko, literature
Literature
Chronicles of Genocyde
::London, England- December 21, 1968::
"It's a boy, Mister Genocyde," A nurse happily announced as she carried over a squirming bundle.
"Hmm?"
A man with short dark hair and thick glasses looked up from an edition of the local newspaper. His blue eyes peered over the swaddling blankets to the chubby and precious face underneath. Mister Genocyde held his arms out to hold the baby as the newborn boy was handed over. A small boy, looking so much unlike his father, stood on the chair to see his newborn brother.
" 'ow is Maggie?" Mr. Genocyde asked the nurse in concern.
"She is doing fine. Your wife is sleeping."
An awkward silence among