There were rats in the gloomy room where the gruff man left me alone to suffer in the darkness. They scurried up onto the table, first in one by ones and then in groups, before they began to nibble on my fingers and toes. I was actually grateful to these little, furry angels for the pain kept the insanity back for a while longer.
My mate taught me a way to fight off my illness, but his words were so distant it was hard to tell if he said anything to me at all. I was forgetting him and in a way, I hoped he had already forgotten about me. Perhaps he had already thought of me as dead and chosen a new mate like Qamra. It would be better for the both of us as well as the Pack if she was to rule again.
The door to the room swung open, burning my eyes with light from the outer hall. I could make out a silhouette against the harsh light. The outline belonged to Conilius, my captor. He shut the door before my eyes got a chance to adjust to the brightness. I heard his leather boots hit the floor softly in a rhythm of triumph. He probably thought I had finally broken and would spill my guts out to him. It would not be the first time he would be wrong and most likely not the last.
The light and the noise from his entrance frightened my tiny savors away, but I had a new occupant to keep my mind from sinking into obscurity. I had none other than the devil himself to keep me company.
“Ava,” he breathed the single word lightly, making me despise the name more than necessary. “How are you feeling?” His words had no concern in them, only mockery. I could tell from the tone of his gravelly voice, he already assumed the answer to his question.
“Chipper,” I said flatly, my voice lacking in emotion. My eyes caught hold o...
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...e came in very dramatically. He knocked down the thick wooden door of my prison to the ground. As the door fell to the floor with a loud thud, it caused a thick curtain of dust to rise. When the dust subsided, I saw one of the most frightening, gorgeous sights I have ever seen. He was in his wolf form, breathing hard in anger. His golden eye darted around the room and as soon as the orb found me, his body transformed into a human.
He was at my side in less than two strides; anger was twisted into his handsome and ugly features. The light from the hall made his scars seem more fearsome than ever before. His eye was more golden than I remembered, his body more muscular.
Yet, nothing could override the feeling of fear and joy as I gazed at the fit brute. He had found me. He had not forgotten about me as I so desperately hoped. My mate had come to save me.
“It was the worst of times it was the best of times.”(book). In the book A Tale Of Two Cities innocents were killed, abused and imprisoned. This book had a hero and a bad guy. The hero was Sydney Carton and the bad people were probably the revolutionaries, Madame Defarge and Monsieur Defarge. In the movie The Dark Knight Rises innocents, were also killed but in several different ways. In this movie, the bad guy was Bane and his accomplices, and the hero was Batman.
“Some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just wanna watch the world burn...”
Instantaneously, the title of The Dark Knight jumps out as a parallel to Jesus Christ. The title is stating that the dark knight, Batman , rises, just like Jesus arose. A Knight is “a man ,usually of noble birth, bound to chivalrous conduct” Referring to Batman as a dark knight gives off the impression that, although he is good, there is something dark about him. The dark side of Batman can be said to be that he is the one who killed Harvey when in reality later throughout the movie it explains that he did not kill him, Batman is indeed good. Although Jesus would be considered a “good knight” some may have viewed him as a dark knight because he disturbed some of the peace. Jesus was viewed as someone who came about to disturb the peace of the
became of me, maybe it was the excitement of the fact that I was to become queen one day. Why couldn’t of I just
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
Film Noir contains several classic movie traits that separate it from the other numerous genres in the industry. The movies The Big Sleep and Chinatown are examples of Film Noir for their femme fatale, hardboiled detective and the use of Mise en Scene throughout the films. After viewing The Dark Knight the Rises, I have come to the conclusion that it too falls under the category of Film Noir for using the same traits as the previously mentioned films.
You could feel the small draft coming from the long cement hallway, as Eric lay on the hard cot, staring at the ceiling. After lying there for two minutes, trying to figure out where he was, it soon came to his attention that he was in a jail cell. Eric sat up quickly; there were so many questions running through his head. Where was he? Why was he in jail? And what happened last night? As he paced around the cell he noticed hieroglyphics carved on the walls. Then an even more important question filled him with dread. " Where, exactly, am I?"
creature stood before me, gnarling teeth, sharp enough to slice cleanly through my flesh. Skin, a sickish green, mounted with boils and sores, rough and jagged all over. Claws, double the size of the contorted figure, curled by it's side. The creature hunched over, as it were waiting to pounce any second, or maybe as if I was waiting for it to pounce. Now, I was more curious then frightful. My feet glued to the floor, my heart pounding heavily. I was to be a victim, slaughtered and eaten as the main course yet I still stood. The compelling need, to look the creature in the eye had taken over, and my chin lifted. Our eyes met, and my breath caught in my throat. My stomach churned, not at the sight of the horns that stretched from it's forehead,
The howl of a Wolf ripped through the air, and he paled. Feeling as the swift, cold twinge of fear, hasten the speed of his legs.
He turned around so that he could see what was awaiting him… he saw a man figure again, but this time he was a lot closer than ever before, the man he saw much closer wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there, as if stalking until he had the chance to go in for the kill.
I had no idea what would become of our run in. I had fled the scene months ago, haunted by pools of blood, drenching my clothes and fingers. The taste of it, sweet with undermining metallic flavorings, adding to an addiction I had never wanted. I had left him at my parent’s house without ever looking back, but here we were in the same room, forced to stare at each other, forced to face each other’s wrath. His was directed at my thievery, mine was aimed at the curse he had placed upon me since the first day I died. So what was I to do now? Pretend as if I hadn’t seen and go about my day, rush through procedures with a hurried haste? Check out of this God forsaken hotel and find a new place to lodge under a new name in a foreign city? I did none of that. I looked all around at the poor mortal souls encircling us, possible casualties to a possible battle.
A heightened sense of confusion began to slowly increase with every heartbeat, and my eyes darted rapidly in attempt to analyse my surroundings. This task proved to be immensely difficult, as I had very little light at my disposition. A single candle burned slowly in the corner, dimly lighting the room, and eventually revealing the unavailability of a door, and the absence of windows. Briefly, I was comforted by the darkness; the way it enveloped me, like a jacket does on a brisk December morning. Soon, an inevitable paranoia set in, merging into my brain, and refusing to leave. Up until now, I had neglected to think about how I ended up alone, and in the confinements this room. Having easily lost track of time, I had noticed a continuum of loud noises beginning to emerge, and each frequency bouncing off the cold walls from every direction. Was I really
“Come over here, Buddy We are going on an adventure!” Excited she ran after me. It was as if she could actually understand me. I took one final look into my hideout before I shut the door, for wherever I was going or headed, I surely wasn’t going to be returning. Even though I spent most of my time down there being afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and probably was where I would have been spending the rest of my short lived life if I hadn’t felt this sense of uneasiness. I sighed deeply, and began shutting the door. “Calm down, Buddy”, I muttered as he was barking at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that actually never existed, so I didn’t think twice about it. However when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something, or rather yet someone.
Any fan of Batman knows that “Batman Begins” and “The Dark Knight” are two of the best Batman films made in the seventy-eight years that Batman has been around. The plots really make you look deep in yourself and show the true and more real sides of the characters of the Batman world. Each movie shows the evolution of Batman and shows only a few of the many crazy and intense adventures of this mysterious hero. These two movies are the first two in the dark knight trilogy, created by the amazing Christopher Nolan. These movies were heavily praised for their astounding realism to the real world, and its pros and cons. But they were also extremely liked for their possibility for
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.