Alright, dual posting is dropping yourself below that of a newbie, congratulations you have become an infant. Go read the earlier chapters that Fox posted. This will be your final warning of posting something of alliteration, as well as uneducated. Target: F_doomed
I own that exact game, it and Maxmum Carnage are the best games for the Genesis.
Fox you may want to post the ones I sent to you privately now.
I am Grey Fox's editor, for the record. He needs only to post what the basic story is, I handle the rest.
PART 2
The stars shone slightly off the relection of a closed skylight. In an abondond chemical plant, a noise echoed around the building it was a voice. The voice sounding as if it was sad and happy at the same time, as well as two people speaking in synchronization.
"Who is that pretty girl in the mirror? Who can that pretty girl be?" The vocie sang. "Such a pretty face. Such a pretty smile. Such a pretty me." The song ended the nosie reverberating a few times before ending up back where it started.
In a run down washroom a woman stood before a mirror. The woman though, looked like a monster her skin was a mixture of light and dark violet*. Her hair was also the same color, and quite long, ending inches away from her butt. Where her eyes should be were large white marks. Her mouth, full of razor sharp teeth. Her figners ended with claws, currently digging into a sink. She looked into the mirror for a few seconds, as the face actually receeded. Pulling itself away in liquid like trails of itself, slipping away from her face, seeping into pores. She touched one clawed hand on her face.
"what am I doing here, in the middle of an abandoned plant, in the middle of nowhere?" The liquid cotninuing until, all that was left was a young woman, in her early twenties at latest. She looekd perfectly human nothing in the slightest to differentiate her from a crowd.
The woman's long black hair shook slightly at a sudden wind. The woman herself didn't notice. She wore simple blue jeans, white sneakers, and a red and black striped tank top. "I was goign to do somethgin with my life," she muttered running her hand through her ebony locks. "Help people," she continued, "what am I allowing this living costume to turn me into?" She asked. She looked down at the newspaper she bought recently. It had a large picture of her as her 'other self' the title itslef read in large black letters "SHREIK HERO OR MENACE?" She thought about why the media would call her a hero. "On one hand i did stop Donna from going too far, unlike the others. I didn't want to kill anyone. But I am in liege with the Life Foundation Symbiotes, so that does even the scales. A thought suddenly entered her mind. The wind whipped up again, her hair sailing a little. But, the woman was still lost in her thoughts. "Am I going to turn out like Brock?" She asked her eyes widening sligthly.
A shadow moved behind the woman. Holding a dagger in it's left hand that hummed slightly. It raised the dagger ready to strike, when it's target whirled around the purpel skin of the symbyote coverign her in seconds.
The woman couldn't make out who this shadowy figure was, but somehow it's symbiote informed her of danger. Her arm shot up and grabbed the shadowy figure's left hand and twisted it making the shadowy figure drop it's weapon.
"God dammit!" Said the figure rubbing it's arm as it stepped into the light. "Well, hello Leslie." The figure greeted, it's voice soft.
"No!" Gasped Leslie backing away the symbiote revealing her face.