Hey, Im Natalie from Corpus Chriti, Texas. 14, freshman in highschool, and having to deal with a house with 7 other people, along with five pets. But i'll get used to it. :)

 

I just got into photography this year. Im still learning alot, so all comments are appreciated. Every one counts thank you!

  

Oh yes, I use my kitties as models.

lol.

Well, enjoy!

 

Also on Blushyness @ Deviantart

  

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Tires screamed against pavement. The voices from a nearby marketplace seemed drone in the sudden screach, and the air pricked into an abnormal silence as rubber streaked across the road, drifting in the amount of speed the vehicle advanced from. Everything seemed to be waiting for what was to inevitably come, and a few quick gasps- sharp breaths, just paces away- seemed to determine the helpless scene they were soon to witness. Nothing met Kira's earshot as she focused on the sudden image before her. It was such unfortunate timing; the busiest time of the city was enfolding before her widened eyes, and there was little to do. Afterall, who was to interfere with fate?

Those words polished each countenance, each expression that crawled into Kira's peripheral vision. She too, for one second, nearly mirrored ther thoughts.

Kira eyes whipped to her side, mouth dropping as she spun on the balls of her heels. The blur of red and black shot toward her, catching glints of the afternoon sunlight. It poured itself over the rusted metal, seeming to embellish its speed with a haze of color. Merely three seconds held so many images and thoughts, and only one moment of hesitation might've turned an ordiary streetway into a tragedy, typed in dull ink, illustrated with grey photos on the news section.

It actually came to thought- a fleeting, naive, thought- to be imprinted for the public eye, just for a week or so, as most stories held in the stores.

Maybe then, Xion and Kouta..

  

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"Why? I can turn away, afterall. Im not interested in any-" Kira's voice chimed musically in her casual tone, trickling into annoyance near the end. The boy merely stared as she spoke, interupting with the terse reply of, ""You're a shifter." It wasn't a question. Kira winced, narrowing her eyes instinctively in her sudden suspicsions. The boy simply stared, his expression absent of thought as he raised an eyebrow. "Well, you are. My apartment's three houses away." He barely glanced over his shoulder. "You probably won't be happy about what i have to say, but it might spark your interset, if anything. Follow me."

Hah. Why should she? Kira didn't like his rushed manner, and she was unable to read the stranger's blank countenance. She looked at him in blatant disbeleif for a moment, contemplating, before making the whim decision to follow. He was about a year older than her, it seemed, with striking blonde hair. It looked pale in the sunlight.

"See?" He said in a bored, lackluster tone as he began to climb up the steps to an apartment complex. Kira had been staring at him- probably quite suspiciously, and she looked over his shoulder, peering into the open door. Her lips curved into a frown. "Here it is. Im sorry if it doesn't meet your standards of... home decor-

"No, that's not it. You.. sleep here?"

The room held no furnishings, as if he'd just moved in. Light flowed through an open window- it seemed to be the only reason the two weren't stanidng in a pitch dark room at the moment. The boy's wiry, thin legs seemed to have carried himself across the room without Kira's notice. She blinked, disoriented, before letting the door click shut behind her. It was silent.

"No..i don't sleep here." It was a crypitc sentence somehow. Kira ignored his slow response, looking over at him expectantly when he didn't continue. "Well?"

 

He nodded, continuing this time in a more formal, business-like manner. "So you're a shifter. You have no worries here, i assure you. Take a seat-" He gestured toward the table in the corner of the room. One chair- the only chair- was pushed out. No, im fine. Go on."

"Very well." He sighed. He looked at Kira for a long moment, trying to collect his words. There was a symbol in the inner edge of his jacket, Kira noticed, but focused immediantly into the boy's words. "There are several developments purely based on the destruction and recreation of shifters. Units have become independant on their research to further the elimination, and also, to find possibilities to..make use of your kind." he paused, ignoring Kira as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Sectors are defying against eachother, while others have the privledge to combine their efforts. A free-for-all, you might say, but more defined- much more organized."

His eyes were dull as he spoke, his breathing slightly more labored. It was as if every word was an effort to voice, no matter how fluent. "Im afraid you'll have to hold me account for lying. You have every right to be worried, afterall." He spoke nonchalantly, looking up from the floor to meet Kira's eye.

"Who are you?" she demanded, small fists forming at her sides.

The boy edged closer. One step seemed to carry him across the room, and he spoke just three paces from Kira. "Some shifters have are said to be privledged with their gifts. Others are simply viewed with more worth- value. Then there are disposables. Its a nickname, i guess." he shrugged. "I suppose i fall into those lines. I don't entirely deem myself luckier than them. Or more..useful, no matter how they may put it. I do hope you have some luck on your side, though, Kirany."

A chill ran thorugh Kira's spine. The boy's whispered words had trailed through the room, and his cold breath fanned against her ear as he finished his reply, suddenly closer than she noticed.

Pain shot through her neck.

Her eyes dialated, and she fell to the floor at once. Her shaking hand rose, reaching to pull out the object that was sending fire through her skin. Everything burned. She grasped the cold object, pulling it from her skin, and tossing it to the floor beside her. A convulsion shook her, and she cried out, writhing in pain.

A..needle..

Her heart sped, fluttering against her eardrums, making the syrum's liquid even more painful. Between her dazed vision, she noticed her heartbeat slow. THis wasn't right. She was..becoming one of them. So why was her energy drowning? THe air that pushed into her lungs felt like gasoline, fueling the fire that raged throughout her body.

 

"Not all of them live through the entire process, of course,"

 

Her father's voice chuckled in a distant memory, smiling in her mind. "But that's never a problem. There's always others."

Her eyes were closing, and for once, a strike of terror rang in the boy's indistinct words, and a cold hand reached to her slowing pulse.

The room went black.

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It wasn't a sleep she'd fallen into. More like a stand-still, as if a coma had donned over her idle thoughts. She didn't make a sound in her sleep. Nothing. It was earily quiet- if it hadn't been for warm, orange glow penetrating her eyelids, she would've never beleived she was awake- or alive, for that matter. Her eyes cracked open, blinking more than she usually would to adjust to the dark lighting.

<Kira scanned the room with one sweep of her eyes, catching the boy's highlighted features just beyond the candlelight. He was sitting in far corner, on the floor, with his legs crossed. Kira had taken the only chair available, of course.

"You're awake. Im genuinely surprised."

The dull words held an edge to them, as if he was attemping to hold back a strong urge to vomit. Or was that sorrow? He slowly rose from the floor, staring at the wall as if he had nothing else to say.

Kira meant to scream, to