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Request for vaeGa-tURliM part 2" just came ..out of nowhere .cured EVOs blood." Voices trailed into my head as I slowly
regained consciousness. Bright lights filled my vision as I awoke to find myself in a
bed in Dr. Holiday's lab. I was laying down on a lab table with metal cuffs securing me
to the table.
"Oh look, she's waking up. How do you feel honey?" Dr. Holiday took my pulse and wrote
on her clipboard.
"Fine I guess. Where am I?"
"You're in Providence umm ."
"Candace, my name is Candace."
"Candace, Rex and Six told me what happened. I hope you don't mind, but I took a couple
blood samples. They're being analyzed right now." She explained. "Sorry about the cuffs
by the way, but from what our scanners told us you had an abnormal nanites count and
well, we just wanted to make sure nothing happened while you were unconscious." Just
then, a man with white hai
Request for vaeGa-tURliM Part 1!!!!I sat in my house, or rather, what was left of my house, as the booming noises came
closer and closer. I dared not open my eyes, I was too frightened. The EVOs came out of
nowhere, but they were as ruthless as always, destroying anything in their sight. They
seemed to be human EVOs from the glimpse I got of them (before they smashed through my TV
set). I sat in my basement with my hands sheltering my head, hoping and praying that
someone would come and save us. I probably could have done something, that something
that I did a long time ago no. No, I couldn't do that again, not after what happened
when I was a kid, I still can't get their name calling out of my head. Freak, mutant,
even EVO, it wasn't my fault, I was just born that way. Anyway, the best thing to do was
to wait here and-
*crash* "Take that you EVO feo!" My eyes shot open as I heard a familiar
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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