THEKYLEKURTZ'S PROFILE

Thank you TheRexion, and everyone for your feedback! I really appreciate that you guys even took the time to read it.

And LockeZ, while I don't believe writing can be so easily classified, I do appreciate your feedback and see what you mean. This is my rough draft to Stroke, and I do believe I need to flesh the story out more and make it significantly longer. So that's something I plan to do regardless. Thank you.

A weakness of mine is that I always write in short bursts, though it is quite difficult to lengthen something already written. But I plan to still.

Here's the third chapter.




Chapter Three: Sweet Dreams



“Been having these dreams lately Doc.” Dr. Andrews shifted in her chair, pushing the frames of her glasses up her nose again before beckoning Stroke to continue. He shook his head, running his fingers through the short strands of tawny hair on him before going on,


“Dreampt I died last night. And the night before. Every night, really.” She nodded, expecting to review the deletion sequence from the last mission when he surprised her, “Last night, I drowned. The time before, felt like my head exploded. Time before that, men shot me. And when I went down, they didn't stop. Just kept shooting.” She opened her mouth, thin layer of light pink lipstick still as she struggled for words. Before she had a chance to dismiss them Stroke said,


“They don't feel like dreams. I've been shot before, and I remember how it feels. But this, it hurt, until I bled enough. Then everything began to get numb. Felt my life slipping away.” Dr. Andrews found the composure to answer, “You have been on a lot of missions, maybe it's all starting to catch up with you. You could take a vacation-” Stroke seemed to ignore her comment entirely, blue eyes gazing off in the distance as he recounted,


“They started after I went to a ball. Got dressed up, didn't know anyone there besides the other Nobodies and that General guy, so I hung out on the side. This pretty little thing stopped me, trying to thank me for saving her life. But Amanda, I know I've never met her before. The way she was thanking me- she seemed surprised.” He sighed, sharp features drawn into his hands. He finally seemed to recall what she was saying, and wondered with a small smile,


“You saying I need a vacation? Could always come with me.” Dr. Andrews shook her head, blond locks bouncing left and right as she answered, “No I couldn't do that, I'm sorry. There's so many rules against-”


“C'mon Doc, you only live once.” In the ensuing silence Stroke's playful expression faded, concern falling over him. Dr. Andrews' gaze remained locked away from his eyes. She blinked in surprise when he asked, “Sorry, asking you out on a date that bad?” A false smile flitted across her soft features, eyes looking at him differently than before before she apologized and left the room.


Alone with his thoughts Stroke sat in his chair, eventually realizing the expression.


Pity.

Thank you very much. I'm really glad you liked it. Some high praise too, I may have to reread and touch up future chapters before posting them. Probably post 3 tomorrow, too tired myself to do much of anything constructive.

I wrote to Nintendo for this, so I'm very happy to see it and the Last Story are coming out.

Thank you guys! The warm welcome is appreciated. I posted a bit of a story I wrote in the writer's section already. I think I'll like it here, seems friendly.

For me, it's usually metal/rock, though I do find myself liking some other genres. One of my favorite bands is probably Lamb of God, or Machine Head. but on the other end I like some different styles like SHE, Infected Mushroom, and some others.