Embrace

Uhm..Well, I have a situation I guess you could say... There is this girl at my school, and like, for some reason, I'm truly, like amazingly attracted to her. Now let me explain to you where the problem comes out. Me and her have already gone out once...Or twice...And after the second time, she said, I think we are better as friends. Okay thats great and all, but I still like you...So yeah...But now, the real problem is, she likes my best friend, and I'm pretty sure shes head over heels for him, they always go and like talk and stuff together..So now my question is... Should I tell her how I feel about her? And risk her blowing me off or telling everyone? Or should I TRY and move on for about the fourth or fifth time...?

A little more bravery I believe will be coming from the main character, Noah, in the next couple of chapters. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, and I would love it if you could tell me your take on the chapter I just updated it with. @N0M_AN0R My name is Noah to, hehe, this story sort of came out of my day dreams, but no, its not really a story of where I'm going to...Get with the girls, you know, its Middle School...Sorry bout the flop I guess...And ginormous..I found a synonym and replaced it...:) Hope you all enjoy chapter 4 that I just posted..

Forum Name: Embrace RuneScape Name: Good Counsel Name to use on picture: Good Counsel Picture: URL:

Hmm...Death Bolt looks like a good rising clan, but I think I'm going to wait to look and see what other clans post...If any...

Thank you Jp7725 for clearing it up, I see what you mean, and now that I look back, its a mistake my teachers are always criticizing me for...GAH! Thank you again for both of your help, and now if I may ask, what did you think of it story wise? Did you enjoy it? By the way, I fixed those mistakes for you.

Uhm, Hi, I'm Good Counsel, I'm a level 40 pay to play account, but I like to pk on f2p more. Uhm, I like going to barbarian village and to the wildy to pk with teams, or just with 2 other people, either way works for me. Uhm, my stats are... Attack: 40(Staying 40 probably) Strength: 50(Plan on raising this later) Defense: 1(Staying 1 forever and always) Range: 50(Plan on raising this later) Prayer: 1(Thinking about getting 31) Magic: 1(Going to get 20 later) Hitpoints: 46(Erm, of course im going to raise it?) Non-Combat Related Stats: Fishing: My main money maker at 70. Mining: 54, I'm hoping to get it to atleast 60, if not 70. Uhm, I would be willing to join any clan, whether they are completely new, or a veteran clan. Just lemme know.

Ohh...I see, okay, please to meet you then Mr. Warlord...:)

Actually, I misspelled Jesus Christ, wasn't supposed to happen... Would you mind defining overlord?

When you say I changed into the present tense, would you mind clarifying how exactly I did that? Like which word? Other than that, thank you so much for your constructive criticism, I think it might help me to become a better writer, and I hope you will come back to reading more.

This is the beginning to a new story I'm starting on, please leave your C&C on here...If you are going to leave your hate mail, please make it constructive at least...Thank you. [hide=]It was Monday again, time to start school after a fun weekend. "Why do they have to do this to us?", thought Noah to himself. But, there was something not right, and Noah could feel it in the air. It was almost a sense of dread but excitement. "Oh well, forget it, it's going to be just another boring day at school." Noah thought to himself. He passed through the doors to his school and glanced in every other classroom to check if anything was happening. No, of course there wasn't anything that could actually be considered interesting. But, as he passed his classroom, he noticed something out of place, there was something written in red marker on the board. He steps into the classroom to check out the message, as it might be from the teacher, saying they have a substitute. A flurry of excitement ran through his chest at the possibility of a hopeless sub to make fun of the whole day, but as he took that step into the class room, he stared at the message, making sure he was reading it okay. Maybe it's his eye, he never did get it fully fixed. The message read "No, this is not a joke". "What the hell?". That was the last thought he had before he passed out. A man in full black ran over to make sure he was out cold, signaled the universal sign for okay at the figure of Jesus Christ over the board, and ran off through the door.[/hide] [hide=]It had all worked out just as the boss had said it would when he had drawn up the plans with Marell in the tiny coffee shop, located in the outskirts of town. It was simple really, Marell was going to be given a fake identity as Mr. Rogers, he was to enter the building as a substitute pre-algebra teacher on Thursday, the same day the school was scheduled to have a tornado drill. When the drill began, every single one of the kids in the middle school building would file into the hallways, there he was to announce the boss' plans and directions. The plans that The Boss wanted Marell to announce were that every student in the middle school building was to be isolated into groups of four, away from one another. After that was through, Marell was to wait in the teachers lounge for The Boss' call. Meanwhile, in a different part of the school, in a dusty, old, moldy closet under the music room, a kid by the name of Noah [bleep]erson was waking up from what seemed to be a long sleep. The funny thing was he couldn't remember anything about that morning, the even funnier thing was that he was in a room with three of the most popular girls in the school. There was Sarah Lowe, a pretty brunette in the seventh grade. Holly Masters, another pretty brunette but she was a grade up and her boyfriend was one of Noah's' good friends, so she was off-limits. "It's funny how even after a boy has woken up and has no clue where he is or why he is there, they immediately think of girls, gah, oh well, I'm a teenager, I feel no shame." thought Noah to himself as he turned to inspect the last member of his little brigade. A brunette with perfect skin and amazing eyes that seemed to absorb everything you said and understand you completely, this was one of his very many exes', the only one that did not hate his guts. "Where are we"? "Oh, so you're up now are you sleeping beauty"? Holly said with a giggle. "Ha ha, very funny, where are we?" He said as he turned around to take in the rest of his surroundings, which weren't much, just a moldy old closet with a mop and a few brooms, and the basketballs for the teams when their sports season came back around. "I have no..." "Hm?" Noah turned to see why she hadn't finished her sentence, its because standing there in the doorway was a new arrival, a man dressed in all black with a black hanker chef covering his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes visible to Noah. But that's all Noah needed to see, he would never forget those eyes, it all came flooding back to him, everything from this morning, the message on the board, the man in the black, and those eyes, those cold ruthless eyes. It was too much for Noah to handle. He fainted. Noah woke to the sound of voices and the smell of cherry blossom perfume, it was like Heaven on Earth, he slowly opened his eyes to find himself on a cot in the same old moldy closet he had passed out in merely hours ago. "So it had not been a dream." he thought to himself. He slowly closed his eyes, but opened them wide open again when he heard Holly giggling, when he opened them, she was standing over him like a little girl at Christmas, Noah did not understand why, until Sarah asked him if he had had a nice dream, Noah looked down and turned beet red. He had an erection. Then the man in the mask saved him, how ironic, by entering the room just as Sarah was about to say another comment. "Group number 116, Sarah Lowe, Holly Masters, Alexa Mikel, and Noah [bleep]erson, correct?" He continued to survey his clipboard, but glanced up when they did not immediately respond. They did not respond because they were all standing around the one boy in the room. He drifted over to inspect what they were so absorbed in. "Oh put it away." Marell said. "I'm sure these ladies don't want to see your manly hood, and neither do I. Now go get changed." Noah hopped out of the cot and ran as swiftly as he could behind the door to change. "Make it quick would ya?" Marell asked Noah. He stepped out a couple of minutes later looking spotless AND erection less. "Alright, all of you listen up, the boss sent me to explain a few things to you, though I don't know why." Marell stated. "Woo woo woo, whose this 'boss' man and why should I listen to you?" Noah bravely exclaimed. "I have no clue who the boss is, and even if I did, I would not tell you. And if you interrupt me one more time, I will blow your brains off, got it punk?" Marell scorned, clearly angered by Noah's bravery. "Yes sir." Noah said in a hushed voice. "Good, now the boss sent a few of my buddies and I to hold you guys here for a while, so just stay put and stay calm, and also, I should warn you, if you even attempt to flee the school, the boss has given me permission to finish you." With that, Marell left the room without another word. Meanwhile, in a moving van outside the school, a ridiculously tall man in a Grey suit was observing this particular room with keen interest. "That boy will be great for The Counsel Games, as I have decided to call them." "Yes, um, sir, about that." Said a small voice coming from an even smaller man. "What exactly are these games, and why are you doing them?" "Sherman, these are games that will be used to test these young peoples strength, intellect, and courage. But most of all, it will test how far they would be willing to go to save each other." With that he turned his attention to the next room Marell had gone to, and turned his back on Sherman.[/hide] [hide=]They had not exactly given their hostages A-class accommodation, there were only three cots for them to sleep on, a pile of newspapers in the corner which they called a bathroom, and a door with a mail sized hole drilled into it for their food. Not exactly a penthouse suite. And there was no way I'm going to be able to escape, especially if I want to bring these girls with me. Noah thought to himself gloomily. "Why are they keeping us here like animals?" Noah asked himself, directing his question more to himself than to the girls. "Hush, Alexa is trying to sleep" said Holly as she drifted over toward Noah from the foot of Alexa's bed. "Well, that man said the boss wanted us here for some type of games. Maybe we will play a big tournament of soccer or something." said Sarah as she joined them from her sleep. "Sorry, but that man in the black did not strike me as the soccer type, and besides, why would they kidnap the whole school for some soccer game? No, it has to be something more important than that. Maybe we are on some reality T.V show, you know? Maybe they will test our skills and pay us?" Before Noah could go on any longer. A voice from the doorway said. "Oh how wrong the both of you are." All three of the kids in the room nearly jumped out of their shoes, for a colossal man with brown hair and a goatee that was neatly trimmed entered the room, he was wearing an expensive Grey suit that you could tell was custom made for him. He must of been at least six feet tall, and he walked with the authority of a CEO at a big shot company. He looked to be about thirty years, but he walked with the confidence of a college kid. "Hello, sorry to have startled you, but my name is Rodney, and I'm what you might call the 'boss' of this whole operation. But I'm afraid that is all I can tell you about my personal life. Now please, have a seat." He said with such power that you could tell was more of a demand than a request. "Can I have Marell get you anything?" "We're fine" Noah managed to croak. With that, Rodney turned his attention to Noah. "Ah the one boy in Room 116. I've seen you around before." Noah was both startled and curious by what he had just said. But all he managed to ask was, "Why have you taken us hostage?" "In good time, good time my young friend." Rodney exclaimed in a surprisingly high pitched voice. "For now, all I can say is get suited up in these." With that he threw four pairs of bathing suits, three bikinis and one set of swim trunks onto the bed. "And be ready in thirty minutes for Marell. You're about to get your first taste of The Counsel Games." With that he turned and closed the door behind him, it locked into place as soon as it swung close. Leaving the group to yet again wonder what was going on.[/hide] [hide=]It was thirty minutes later on the dot that Marell stood waiting at the doorway as Holly finished putting on her jump suit. "Okay, all done, so where are you taking us exactly?" Asked Holly as she fell in behind Marell and the other three. "To your first challenge." The four students stopped once they heard that. Once Marell noticed that there were no footsteps besides his echoing off the walls, he turned to find the four staring down the hallway that looked to have been hit by a tornado. "Where is everyone?" Holly asked in a shaky voice. "Ah yes, I seem to have neglected to mention that the boss, Rodney, seems to be only interested in your group, my most sincere apologies go out to you all." He said in an anything but apologetic voice. "What happened to the others?" demanded both Sarah and Holly, who had boyfriends in different groups. "What were their names?" "Richard and Michael." "Ah yes, group 101. Test run for Project Fight Pit, four fatalities, no survivors." He looked up from his clipboard with a look of sheer malice in his eyes. "No one survived from that group. Sarah and Holly broke down into sobs, Holly crying on Noah's' shoulder, Sarah crying on her own. "Now keep walking." He ordered. When they arrived in the gym, all the group could do was stare in disbelief, this wasn't their gym anymore, it was a massive coliseum type thing, the type you only see in movies or pictures, and it was absolutely empty, completely desolate. It was like Staples Center when the Lakers were playing an away game. There was a press box at the very top of the Coliseum, and dead center. Noah reached up and shaded his eyes to see Rodney sitting up there, with a small man at his side, fidgeting. They seemed to be in a deep argument, til Rodney noticed the kids enter. He motioned for his servant, as Noah came to call him, to leave. Rodney then leaned forward and spoke into a microphone, projecting his voice throughout the whole stadium through well concealed speakers. "Ah, do you like what I've done with the place?" Rodney said. "Oh screw you!" Yelled Sarah, with tears pouring down her cheeks, Holly was still in a state of shock from the news of her boyfriends death. "What was that, I can't understand you." Sarah shouted, "understand this!" And stuck up the bird. "Get their pads on." Rodney said into the microphone, directed at Marell. "What event are they going to be doing exactly, Mr. Rodney?" "The Fight Pits." said a menacing voice full of glee and malice.[/hide] [hide=]They had no clue what the fight pits were, but they did not have to ponder it for long, because just as Alexa was about to ask the question everyone was thinking, the short man named Sherman entered. "Hello, I'm Sherman and I'm pretty much Mr. Rodney's right hand man, he sent me here to explain the rules of the fight pits, the game your about to play, to you. First of all, you will all be thrown into the middle of the coliseum Marell showed you earlier today, with only your fists and the clothes on your body to fight with. From the North and East doors your opponents will enter, now I must warn you, if you attempt to escape, Marell is a little trigger happy, and he as been given the green light, if you know what I mean. Now, are we all ready?" Without waiting for a reply, he briskly started walking to a large door to the right. The children had to slow down a lot to let the much smaller man, with much smaller legs, lead them to God knows where. The first thing Noah noticed was that Rodney had lied to them all, not all the other students had been killed, there were at least five still alive, they were all standing in the center of the coliseum, there were two seventh graders, a sixth grader, and one lonely eight grade boy, it was the eight grade boy that Holly was staring back with a mixture of disbelief and joy, when she started crying, at first Noah sensed they were tears of joy at the sight of the boy, but then Noah noticed them turn into something different, they were sobs of grief, Sarah noticed this to. "Whats the matter Holly?" Sarah said while putting her arm around the sobbing girl to comfort her. "Don't you remember the rules of the game? We have to fight them, how am I supposed to fight my boyfriend?" With that, she turned her back on Sarah and broke down into uncontrollable sobs.[/hide] [hide=]Sarah did not have time to answer, because the very next second, Sherman entered saying "You guys are on in a minute, get ready." With that, four trainers entered from the same door he just came through, and suited up the children in elbow pads and lastly put their mouth guards in, one of the trainers leaned in especially close to Noah, saying "I will find you if you survive, do not try and find me, and do not say I talked to you or I will deny it, good luck. With that, Sherman came back through the door, and pushed the four contestants through the door into the colliseum. Noah, Sarah, Alexa, and Holly stepped through the door to find themselves in a completely different colliseum, the colliseum before had been completely empty and desolute, while this one today was filled to the brim with people, the people looked so excited you would think it was a football game they were watching, not kids about to fight to the death. "There is something weird about these people, I just can't put my finger on what it is." "You mean besides the fact they came to watch a death match between minors?" Holly said in her usually sassy voice. "Yeah, besides that." Noah said, from a faraway place in his mind as he turned to observe the rest of the coliseum. He turned to his left, and looked straight up at the box. Ah, the first players have arrived, please, everyone, quiet down. Said the voice from the speakers. The crowd went quiet immediately, no more people talking, or babies crying. This first game is a little challenging, and could get violent, so if you have children, you might want to take them outside. Not a single person in the stands moved. Now, the rules of the game are simple. Said the voice, half explaining it to the crowd, half to the four children. There will be no attempting to flee the arena, no biting or scratching, no kicking, and no killing, if you can avoid it that is. He let out a menacing chuckle. The objective of the game is simple, just like every computer game any of you have ever played, or boxing match, you all will be placed in the center of the ring, a four on four death match you could say, if you are thrown out of the ring, you are disqualified, if you flee the ring, you are disqualified. You may use whatever force is necessary, and just completely forget your fighting girls. Please, players, get ready to fight. With that, the four children drifted over to the arena, where the other four students were glowering at them. Next thing Noah knew, the voice in speakers bellowed. Lets get it on! Just like any UFC youve ever seen. Except of course that this fight was to the death, and not two twenty-five year olds beating each others faces in, a bunch of teenagers. Noah was so absorbed in his daydream, that he did not see the two sixth graders coming at him, they looked terrified, but also there was something else Noah could see in their eyes, it wasnt human. They both threw Noah to the ground, and one of them mounted Noah, and with tears in his eyes, whispered, Im sorry Noah, they threatened to kill us all. That was when the kid started reigning punch after punch on Noah's face, it was about the fourth or fifth punch, that Noah realized that this was for real, and that no one was going to stop this kid from beating Noah to death. With strength Noah did not even know he had, he threw the kid off him and out under the ropes of the ring outside of it. Next he turned to the other sixth grader and kicked him in the chest, and rolled him under the ropes outside the ring as well. Then came a roundhouse kick from one of the seventh grade girl that Noah had completely forgotten about, it hit Noah right on his left jawbone, and just as the girl came to punch Noah, he ducked below one of her punches, and brought his elbow up into her gut. She let out and unmistakeably, human moan of pain. Noah felt immense pity for her, but he also knew that if he did not get her out of the ring, all the other girls may die, when the girls came to his mind, he turned to check on how they were doing. It was now a two on one in Noah's favor. The first thing he noticed was that the last remaining girl, whose face he could not see, was being beaten to a pulp by the eight grade boy, there was something poring down the boys face, and it wasnt red, the boy was crying. Pretty soon he just stopped punching her, and wept on her shoulder. Noah ran to the girl, pushed the boy off her and out of bounds. He then turned his attention back to the girl, and when he noticed that it was Holly, though it was hard to tell threw all her bruises, he understood why the upperclassman had been crying, the sick bastard named Rodney had forced the eight grader to beat his own girlfriend. Noah then looked up at the box where the sick bastard was, Mr. Rodney, and yelled You are going to pay for this! He then felt a sharp pain in his right thigh, felt his head go woozy, and next thing he knew, or saw, was falling to the ground. The last thing he saw before passing out was Marell standing fifty feet away, grinning like a hound, with a tranquilizer gun in his hand.[/hide]