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Top Ten Video Game Anti-VillainsHowdey y'all. Another top ten here with something I never really took to consideration until now. Anti Villians. Anti Villians are seen as people who seem like bad guys but were actually protecting something without anyone noticing, or villains who's goals are surprisingly good. There are a few others but I kinda forget them. But anyway, not everyone on this list is considered a villian. One or two might really be anti heroes or good guys. And like my normal Villians list, there might be spoilers. Now, let's begin...
#10
Agent 47: Hitman Series
Yeah he's more of a normal villian instead of anti villian, but he has a policy of not shooting any innocent people during his assassination attempts unless they're in his line of sight. But even then, he won't shoot them. And this guy maybe cold, but he does have a bit of a heart. He did shead a tear after he killed a bird he took care of. Those reasons are why he's on this list.
#9
Caius Ballad: Final Fantasy XIII-2
Final Fantasy has at least RegretRegret is all that I feel
It's when I wear Teal
Time could never heal
For this fate is sealed A heavy heartThe heart grows heavy for those who care.
But you wonder, Are they ever aware?
You look at your friends, can't help but stare.
To see they're eyes. A tearful pair.
You try to comfort them, In anyway you can.
Still they push you away, Away from the despair.
You see them in agony, Trying to help them.
Still the only act like nobody would care.
"I care." You say. "Why can't you see?"
"Why would you," They say. "Even care about me?"
Tears flow out from their eyes, watering down the face.
If only they knew this is a better place.
It's clear to you now, Nothing you can do
Will make them change their to see your point of view.
You tried all you could. It still wasn't enough.
Still you be there for them. When the times are tough.









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CrystallineI’ll love you with crystalline kisses,
Harsh like thousands of razor blades on porcelain skin.
Your inner nebula contends against
The torrent of my supermassive black hole.
I am but demon, devoid of human emotion.
A path paved for me; A path I have not chosen.
I’ll kiss you fondly with blackened lips,
incapable to fill this void.
I’ll twist and bend, but my mind twirls out of control.
Longing for  miracles does take its toll.
No one imagines that just like a shark,  I need sustenance,
Yet no prey ever seems adequately voluptuous.
Have I too often craved miracles,
too often hoped to fill this emptiness with forged affection?
I find myself alone -- still…


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The Outsider of Dream Haven ch.1Chapter One
The Fire
    The fire was everywhere.  The smoke was thick and blinding. It burned my eyes and got in to my lungs clogging them. I kept choking as I tried to breathe. Each breath was like trying to breathe water—impossible and painful. It felt like the air itself wanted me to die. It was so hot. So impossibly hot like the fire was trying to eat me alive. I held my arms up in an attempt to protect my face from the worst of the heat. The fire’s hissing and crackling sounded like a voice telling me to give up and die. I can’t I told the voice I promised them. You promise them what? The voice in the fire asked me. Promised them what? It asked me again and again mocking me and my attempts to survive its assault on my life. I stumbled blindly through the smoke and flames searching for a way out of the fire. Its voice followed me filling my ears with its mocking chant.
    Eventually I could take no more. I filled my lungs as best I could Unbearable Circumstances Part Forty TwoPart Forty Two
Volya remains silent as he stands up and walks over to the window.
Snsz': ... *catches her breath, trying to stay calm* ... *stands* ..Volya.. stop.. Where are you going!?
Volya: *continues to stare out the window*
She brushes herself down then walks over to him, places one cold hand on his shoulder.
Volya: *ignores her*
Snsz': .. *starts to louse her patents* VOLYA! *she digs her claws into his arm* SNAP OUT OF IT!
</i>Volya takes a swipe at her with the knife to get her to back off but doesn't hurt her with it. </i>
Snsz': !!! *growls* VOLYA! THIS IS AN ORDER; TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING!
Volya: *looks at her in his trace like state* guarding...master.. *goes back to staring out the window*
Snsz': ... *sighs* Volya... I’m sure she- *suddenly stops for a moment*
Blackie: What is it?
Snsz': Why is he acting like this..? Is..is everything okay?
Blackie: *looks worried* I don't know. Shard might but she and her notes are back at the house. And I don't








The New Path
The New Path  
 
 

It was dark out, but the woman who currently traversed the still night wasn't deterred by her lack of sight. Actually, being blinded in this particular instance was completely welcomed with open arms. Because the woman- whose name was Hannah- was tired of seeing. 
It had been a tough several months for her, and it seemed that all Hannah had done lately was see. See her helplessness, see her shortcomings, see her life partners' pain. Too many things to see, and nothing to be done. The perfect torture, with no known cure: to always observe but never react.  
But tonight, the woman had run away from it all. Tonight, she had slipped out of her home and run into the nearby woods, with tear-stained cheeks and shaky legs. Tonight, she wandered without a clue as to where she was going. This night, Hannah was alone. And she hated it. 
Alone and The Rowan Tree: X-Men Trade
  The Rowan Tree  
 It was 10:30 in the morning on a weekday, and if it had been a regular morning, Rowan would have been immersed in her studies with fellow classmates. But today wasn't normal. . . For how could the young woman's day be normal if she wasn't?
The red headed twenty year old ran through the empty halls of the large school, and didn't slow down even as she passed through the nearest exit. Her reasons were her own, as was her panic. The only thoughts registering in her mind were ones warning her to get out of sight; away from the school and all prying eyes. 
So instead of pausing once outside, the distressed youth continued to sprint towards the thicket of bushes and trees that rested on the far side of the manor. Rowan had only been at the Professor Xavier's school for a month, but after her first day of classes had concluded, she had made the effort to map out the quickest escape routes. Now, as she entered the shelter o Without Alchemy
Fullmetal Alchemist: Valentines Oneshot
Without Alchemy
It was St. Valentine's Day. A day for lovers and Happily Ever After's, glazed in romantic rain, roses, and the odd assortment of chocolates and gifts. Or at least, that's what had been pounded into the wary young man, who currently found himself in a tux, escorting his wife to one of the most expensive restaurants in Central. And yet, despite his best efforts and expert planning, something was off . . .
Edward Elric had never considered himself the romantic type, but after some grueling lessons from both Riza and Armstrong- the later, having taught him against his will- Edward felt surprisingly prepared.
He had donned on a black dress coat and tails for the special occasion, and had booked a private table for two at the Chateau- a classy joint that left his pockets horrifically empty.
Riza had laughed when the young alchemist had complained about the price, and had


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DreamLike crystal breaking,
the dream shatters.
You don't see my answer,
for what it really is.
Perhaps,
it is my fault for that.
I don't know,
how to say it in words.
Like clouds on a windy day,
the dream is blown away.
The way I say things,
confuses and ensnares the mind.
It makes no sense at all,
yet it's perfectly understandable.
My heart,
broken and shattered.
Torn to pieces and,
betrayed,
over and over again.
Looking past the packaging,
to what really lies beneath.
Accepting,
all that I am,
and all that I'm not.
The dream has ended,
but,
while short,
it was nice.
Soft like the wind,
and blue as the sea,
I fall asleep.
To awake once more?
Who knows,
only time will tell.
Goodbye,
Sweet Dream


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