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MY CROSS EYES ARE WIN!

Saturday

Saturday's are pretty famous for epic nights. The one just been I would say is up there. Josh's 18th party at his whare, we got on the turps and had 0ne bloody good night!!! :D

It all start's off with Tiaki and Jules arriving at mine, loaded with some piss! Sweeeeeeet! My broski gives us a lift down there. We start on the drinks and socialising, outside for a smoke and what not I sit with the boys having a chat while they puff away. All good.

A few more friendly faces turn up, and things start to get pretty decent. Everyone is thoroughly enjoying themselves, everyone is chatting it up and on the bottle so spirits are good and high.

Hayston and those chaps arrive with their Irish billets, who seem to make the night complete. Ross Green (you good bastard) comes and gets to know us. Being in conversation with this bloke for only five minutes made me think I had known him for about five years. We got on like a house on fire.

Ross was the only billet getting in amongst everybody, and this was awesome. We were all cracking up with him, making him feel wanted and accepted into NZ :D We even sung Oasis - Wonderwall (which I might add, is a fantastic drunken anthem)

During the night everyone was getting on the bottle more and more, which adds up to some hilarious moments and drunken moments which you reflect back on and laugh about insanely!

Tiaki and I we're almost in a fight together, which I think back on and laugh about because after about 15 seconds of intense shoving we just started cracking up!

Overall, it was a top night. Happy Birthday to my main man Jay! 18 and never been kissed! ;p

Sweet Darling, you seem to make me smile like no one else does.....

My eyes wrote a story about you. It starts off describing your inner beauty, and how you are so incredible, and your soul is beautiful. It then describes your gorgeous face, the two blue oceans you call eyes. With a smile that could make my heart stop. My eyes crafted you with pure beauty and that's how you're portrayed. Such a heart on you, my dear. And every heart beat, captivates me more so. And every bat of your eye lashes, lures me in. My eyes wrote a story about you. Tales of beauty, both inner an out. Tales of beauty, too true.

This song is more beautiful than you'll ever know. It makes me think of YOU

Please wait while I slowly untie my tongue tonight

I pray by some feeble attempt

My words would tell you what my heart has to say

Cause you've always been right beside me for so many days

How could I be without you now

Cause I am changed by you

The more I get to know you

The more I want you close to me

And I'll take care of you

Please just say you love me

Forever be whatever you need

And so if your supposed to get what you deserve in life

And you came just in the nick of time

God's grace has overtaken me

My love needless to say I am blessed by you

Cause you are the one

You are the one that I've been waiting for

I've been waiting for

And I am changed by you

The more I get to know you

The more I want you close to me

And I'll take care of you

Please just say you love me

Forever be whatever you need

You knock my fears away

And reach inside me with your eyes

And light a burning fire

And I can not stop staring

And I am changed by you

The more I get to know you

The more I want you close to me

And I'll take care of you

Please just say you love me

Forever be whatever you need

It's just one of those days.

The mirror reflects, and he doesn't like what's staring back.

Eyes that pierce the sky with hatred break the glass.

His arms are covered in deep lacerations and wounds,

wounds that won't be healed with time.

The mirror taunted him, showing what he had become.

Profanaties circle the air as he trashes the room,

His fist meets the wall in angry circumstances.

As the broken mirror is scattered over the floor he now realises,

that this so called life is no longer his to live.

His wrists are slit, and into a sinking certainty he spirals.

Death now lingers for he who was deaths child.

The mirror reflected, and he didn't like what stared back.

Juggernaut

And I know that we've still got time,

but I do not think we're

I-N-V-I-N-C-I-B-L-E

Oh, the magnificent sunrise.

A simple beauty, my eyes gaze at.

Colours so pretty, it makes my head spin.

A smile comes across my face that lingers the day.

Thoughts of your ways bring me up.

I'll grow old, and I can count on you.

To light my days, for ever and ever.

UNEDITED pt1 (HELP WITH A NAME PLEASE)

Silhouettes surround me as the presence of unknowing and the feeling of being lost covers my initial thoughts. Everything I once knew, everything I once had has now disappeared. The moon glistens as if it was a new shiny dollar, it holds the secrets of the unspeakable truth. I'm bloodied and bruised and I stare willingly up; but to what? The muffled sound of incoherent speech is directed to me, I think; but I am more worried about how I even got here. Hands bound, I tense to break the shackles of confusion. Fear of not getting out alive strikes me like a sharp stabbing pain.

"What have I ever done to deserve this?"

"What haven't you done?" - The words are pounded into me.

The tall trees shelter the geographical landmarks I may recognise, but I am so dense in this forest I would not know where to start to get out. Laughter erupts from what appears to be an old GMC pick up truck. The interior light is on, and from what I can make out all of the silhouettes are holding weapons. Before I can establish more they head my way and once again, I black out.

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The next time I regain conciseness it's day light. The tall green pine trees seen to go on endlessly as I see a hill which as well as the terrain I am on, is covered in them. A menacing look as I want to evade capture and survive. The GMC is silver, with a red drivers side door that doesn't match the vehicle. The silhouettes are now people. Two of them to be exact. One of them so very distinctive. He would be about 6'6" and a solid build. He shaved his head and had hazel eyes that were piercing. His ginger goatee fitted well on his face as he looked over at me, he knew I was awake. I didn't know what to expect.

"You're here for a reason, and you know it too jackass." - His voice was deep and bellowing.

The hairs stood up on the back of my neck as his words were processed in my thoughts.

"A reason? Oh of course I know!" He picked up the sarcastic tone in my voice, his facial expression changed, he now looked angry.

"You really know how to piss people off, don't you?"

As the sentenced finished he gave me a damaging blow to the nose. It reminded me of high school, and the days I spent head first in the toilet bowl as bullies made sure I knew who was the boss.

"You keep talking, I will repeat what I just did" His voice seemed to have shaken the ground and registered some movement on the Richter scale.

I sat up, my hands were still bound, the grip seemed to have tightened. The sun was trying to poke its rays through the thick cloud. It must have been about midday, I am sure of it.

The other guy comes over to me, his balaclava covers his face but he is about 5'9" and had brown eyes. This is all I could make out of him as he picked me up. I was unwilling at first, but I knew if I was cooperating, I could get some wanted information out of them. We walked for about five minutes for which I decided I wouldn't say a word. As we walked I couldn't hear him speak, but the words were muffled and I couldn't really hear. I heard profanities and decided not to bother questioning him. Five minutes later we arrived at a river, it wasn't too wide. The water was crisp. The soothing sound of the trickling river rapids going over the rocks filled the air. It was the only sound apart from my mind I've heard in a long time. It was somewhat nice. Though I was in a situation where I had no idea what was going to happen next.

I was thrown to the ground, the five minute walk must of been too much time with me, as I looked up he gave me a look of disgust. He pulled a knife, my heart started beating rapidly. He walked behind me and we never lost eye contact. He gripped my tied hands and cut them loose. My heart skipped a beat then returned to it's natural rhythm.

"Go, wash yourself. I'll give you ten minutes, then you're done."- His words were more than intimidating. I gave him a sly nod then preceded to bathe in the river.

The water was cold. I ran my fingers through my hair as the water soaked my body. It was a relaxing. A feeling I hadn't experienced since waking up last night.

"That's enough. Get your ass out of the river."

He no longer had his balaclava on and he has chiseled facial features. A strong jawline and a clean face. Brown short hair that seemed to be receding. As I got out of the river he didn't bother about tying up my hands.

On the walk back I noticed no tracks leading to the camp. I have no idea where they got in to this area. I tried not to look suspicious with obvious looking around, so I just casually moved me head left and right, as if I was looking to where the birds were squawking from.

Once back to where the big pickup was parked I was shoved to the ground. For the first time in a long time my hands saved a face-plant. I turned over to see a gun directly in my face. The man with the ginger goatee was staring down the barrel of a sawn off shotgun.

UNEDITED pt2 (HELP WITH A NAME PLEASE)

The seconds passed as if they were minutes. Nothing broke his concentration as his eyes gazed sharlply into mine. A smirk slowly grow into his face; then a smile; then a full on laugh. I never lost eye-contact but the thoughts of why he was laughing crossed my mind, as it was an awkward time to do so.

"Haha, I won't kill you. Yet."

These words were releiving, up until the 'yet'. I knew that my time was coming, but when, and why was yet to be determined. He pushed me to the ground and walked off, toting the gun on his shoulder and walking back to the truck.

I walk through the door, to find the bitch lying in the bathtub, she shrieks and begs for mercy. Like hell she'll get that. I pull a machete from my back pocket, her screams get increasingly louder. Not for long. I stab her, and it's empowering me. I just can't stop. I stabbed over fifty times and it was fantastic. She had it coming to her, she knows that I would come back. I am a man of my word. Her lifeless body sinks to the bottom of the red water. I pulled the paper out of my pocket and crossed out her name. Three to go. They will all go like you.

I wake up to rain dripping onto my forehead. It's pouring and cold. I hear the roar of thunder in the distance and a bolt of lightning illuminate the horizon. I scramble under a thick pine tree that will give me protection in the wild weather. I start to remember the dream I had. I killed somebody? Was this even a dream? Maybe this is why I am here. I overload my mind with questions that I have no idea how to answer or where to start.

I look over to the truck, to see the two men asleep. I try think back, as hard as I can to how I got here. I have no recollection, and the puzzling events leading up to where I am today is starting to give me a baffling headache. I sit myself against the tree and try my best to get back to sleep.

Yeah, this is it. 639 Forde Street. I try the handle of the door, it's locked. Fuck it. I kick the door down and I hear someone call out 'hello?'. That's the voice I am looking for. I turn left into the kitchen, to see a balding man. Bingo. He tries to get out of his seat, stumbles and falls to the ground. He pleads to me, like that will do anything good. Before I pull out a 9mm handgun he throws a knife at me, it slices open my right forearm. I hesitate a short second and then shoot. I empty the round of my trusty 9mm into his obese body. I wipe my blood on his face. Two down, two to do.

It's now daylight. The sun is somewhat shining, but the temperature doesn't reflect that. What the hell was last night all about? The dreams I am having are really starting to freak me out. The wind blows gingerly across my face and on the wind laughter comes. The two men are sharing a joke. I get off the grass and walk over to the pick-up.

I lean on the side as they eye me up. I feel another beating coming up. The man with the ginger goatee grabbed a tyre iron from the back of the GMC. Anger seemed to overwhelm him as the grip on the iron was tight, he was not letting go.

"You want to know how it feels? Huh? You want to feel the torterous pain you left on families after what you did? People like you don't deserve to live."

Before I could say anything, he swung wildly at me. I fended off the first blow and something caught my eye. A scar, about 5 inches long on my right forearm. Identical to the wound I had in my dream. What the hell does this mean? Am I....Am I a....

A smirk came across my face, the weather was ominous and so was the mood. The rain poured with no holding back. Just how I liked it. I stepped out of the Mercedes and ran to shelter. I flicked the rain off my trenchcoat with my hands and adjusted my looks. It's go time. The weapon of choice would be my 9mm, I tapped it to remind myself where it was. A holster on my right, attached to my leather belt. The door was ajar, something was not right here. I stepped into the hallway which has family portrats. I stopped and peered at one. I recognised two people in them. My targets.

I know the bedroom is the left, I turn the handle and enter. I see objects in the bed. I snicker to myself and think this couldn't be easier. As I take my 9mm out of the holster I am struck from behind. The gun flies under the bed and I lay on the ground motionless. I think I am about to black out. Before I do, I hear the forcefull words of "Hey boss, he's down."

I wake, knowing what I am. I am a monster, I am nothing close to human. I am a killer, I do what I am told. I erupt in an evil laugh. They know the truth, and so do I. I am no longer living life in a shade of uncertainty. I am a force not to be reckoned with. My victims were random. I had never met them, and knew nothing about them. Same goes for the victims.

"You fucked them over! You're a lunatic! You're not human, You're shit! A worthless piece of trash. This is the end. Don't bother begging for you're life. You have none."

His words meant nothing, he was just a man with a goatee to me. I was superior, I was one top of the word. Though, he was right. People like me don't deserve to live.