Tainted

A tainted country with a tainted past,

Tainted thoughts and tainted lies,

Tainted laws and tainted rules,

Tainted kings and tainted queens,

This tainted civilization will never last.

A tainted rain pours on the tainted town,

Tainted roofs sag in a frown,

Tainted windows with tainted glass,

Tainted water runs into a tainted stream,

And along the bank are tainted trees.

A tainted government rules this place,

Tainted hands hand tainted bribes,

Tainted plots play with lives,

Tainted grins filled with tainted greed,

Tainted money from backstabbings.

With tainted laughter,

The tainted residents of this tainted country,

And their tainted king and queen,

Lives forever in eternity,

In a tainted place called hell,

For their tainted sins.

7163 Absconditus Road, London

Morning

The stranger picked up the newspaper from the mat.

There, on the first page was a huge headline: Two Musicians Found Dead in the Storage Room. His eyes quickly picked out the sentence; there was no injury found on the two, except for the fact that their eardrums were blown out. The following day was to be their funeral. The stranger grinned and went to fix himself some tea.

Around noon, someone knocked on the stranger's door.

"Come in." he said, without a thought.

The door opened to reveal a young girl, pale and trembling. The stranger stood up and brushed off some specks of dust on his long tailored cloak. Then taking the girl's hand, he asked, just like a gentleman, "How may the poor servant, Metus de Lupus Diabolous help my lovely Madame today?"

"Another one..."

Vindico flipped the card, tossing it into the hands of one of the search party. "Figure out what those initials mean, or find someone with those initials."

"Shall we include the officials as well, sir?"

The boy smiled grimly. "I know of many officials who turned to the power of corruption. Leave no name out."

"Yes sir."

Vindico sighed heavily when the officer left. This was one of his hardest cases, and even the skills he learned from the great Sherlock Holmes couldn't make heads or tails out of it.

"M.L.D." Vindico looked upon the taunting card with disgust, and ripped it into shreds, letting the pieces fly with the wind.

First actual story I'm gonna finish...No title yet.

It's a Mystery/Horror?/Fantasy story.

I do have a real-life version. (An actual mystery) but it's taking a lot of research.

A LOT.

Numbers indicate a translation at the bottom of what the word means.

London Park

Midnight

It was a foggy, cold night when the beggar met up with the stranger.

"I want you to kill these two." The beggar's voice rasped, as he handed the stranger a photo. In the photo were two well-dressed men. They would have been called gentlemen, if it were not for the cold sneers on their faces.

"They work at Drake's Institute for Young Violinists, third floor, room 216." The stranger carefully grasped the worn photo with a gloved white hand.

"I will need payment for this."

"Yes, yes, how mu-"

"Not money, sir. I ask for your daughter."

The beggar gulped nervously, "M-my daughter. What do you speak of?"

The stranger glanced down at the shivering beggar, surveying him with his icy, electric blue eyes. "Lord...Carmen1. I ask for your dear violin."

"How..do you know my name?"

The stranger grinned. "I know far more things about you then you wish to know. Now, please hand it over so I may complete the task."

"Will anyone know about this?"

"Not at all...not at all..."

Drake's Institute for Young Violinists, Room 216

Afternoon

The class of Room 216 was sitting quietly in their seats as Avarita2, the music tutor, held an announcement.

"As you all know class, we invited a violinist to perform today. You will all pay attention to the best of your abilities." Avarita clapped his hands as his partner, Invidia3, stepped forward.

"Now introducing the Lance brothers."

The Lance brothers bowed and began to play when the door reopened. A man heavily dressed in black entered the classroom.

Invidia looked quizzically at Avarita. Avarita shrugged and stepped forward to address that man.

"Yes...?" Avarita looked upon the man with disgust. His cloak was dusty and torn at certain areas. The hat was almost coming apart, while the man's boot were caked with mud.

"I heard you were in need of a violinist." The gruff tone of the man didn't match the elegance of the way he took out a carefully polished violin. The wood gleamed with golden light. "Since there are others already playing, I would like to perform for the two of you privately first. Then you may decide whether or I may play for your class."

"Why should we trust you?" Invidia stepped forward grinning maliciously. "You could be just a thief that has stolen that violin."

The man glared at the both of them with surprisingly icy blue eyes. "If my performance...does not suit you...you may take the violin and label me thief." He smiled as he saw the greed in the eyes of the two men.

"Agreed." they both said simultaneously.

The three of them stepped out. The mysterious man carefully shut the door behind them, smirking with triumph.

Drake's Institute for Young Violinists, Storage Room

Evening

"You say that the students found them like this?"

Vindico4 Scottfield asked as he examined the dead bodies of the tutor and his partner.

"Yes...apparantly two or three students went to look for the two when they did not return after the Lance brother's performace."

"Hm...any suspects?"

"Only the students that went to look for him, the Lance brothers, and all the people on this floor that was not seen by others. And...a reporting of seeing a man enter the room by one student."

"A man? How does he look?"

"Dressed in black, worn clothes, and wore a patched up black hat. Few wisps of hair seen, but not the color. And...sapphire eyes that gave him a chilly feeling, the student stated."

"Was he the only one that saw the man?"

"Yes sir."

"Hm..." The detective mused over this new piece of information. Wandering around the small storage room, the detective found boxes, a window, and some ventiolation pipes. Then Vindico saw the card. M.L.D was written on the card.

"Another M.L.D.....The same murderer that killed others..."

His brow creased in worry, Vindico paced back and forth, wondering about this mysterious murderer.

1: Song

2: Greed

3: Envy

4: to avenge, punish, liberate, deliver, protect

Hating Life

Ha. Another write-up.

It's about hating life. Funny though, right now I'm not hating life, but lovin' it~

Ah wells, needa get this down.

Life is a game of chance,

Your luck can never last,

It gives you lemons, when you need time,

Hardships all across the line.

Sorrow is common on this path,

Loved ones gone, the heartbreak lasts,

Life takes things that you value,

Life is that very cruel.

Everyone always picks on you,

You wonder, "What did I do?",

You didn't do anything; it's just Life's cruel game,

Made for its own entertainment and gain.

Life is never fair,

The cheaters win, or the bullies attack,

Little things bite you when you expect it,

But it still hurts.

Depression, anger, pity, pain,

It's all just of Life's game,

Jealous, greed, lust, pride,

Those things hurt you more inside.

Feeling as if there's no hope, you wander on,

You're hating Life for all the things it has done,

Walk on, towards the light,

For even someone as cruel as Life,

It gives you rewards for all you hardship and pain,

Walk on, don't look back.

For nothing is in vain.

Life is...

Letting Go

Okay...maybe a poem, maybe not.

More like a song.

Yeah, I have like a melody in the back of my head. If I ever, EVER decide I want to make this officially a song or something, I'm gonna have to sing it so....maybe not.

Yeah, this thing is from a guy's perspective. (Wait, so if I write something from a guy's perspective am I....?)

Ohhh...

I find myself here, wondering what went wrong...

Ah.

You were the one perfect for me,

But our love is lost in the seas..

I will always be a friend in your heart

While I wish for far more things, apart

Every time you smile, I feel myself fly,

It's a wonderful feeling, but it never, ever lasts.

I see him and you, a couple together,

While I stand here.

My envy in wasted vain

What have I done, to deserve this fate?

I wish for you, but it's all in vain,

Why is this road so hard?

I should be happy for you, since you're my heart...

Every day that passes overwhelms me with new pain,

I find harder to pretend everything's all right,

Then you,

You catch my fallen tears and ask,

"What's wrong?"

I can never tell the truth that I love you,

For...your heart is already taken by that one

What have I done, to deserve this fate?

I wish for you, but it's all in vain,

Why is this road so hard?

I know I should let go, but it's hard

Every chance I 'm free I use it, to see youu,

We laugh together, a bright day with just me and you,

But when you mention him, my heart cleaves in two,

The day slowly grows darker...

What have I done, to deserve this fate?

I wish for you, but it's all in vain,

Why is this road so hard?

I cannot survive my breaking of the heart.

The wedding day dawns bright and clear,

I'm in the crowd, looking around for you,

Then I see, you in that dress,

My heart thinks that you're for me,

But I know that in reality,

You're getting married to the love of your dreams,

I cannot help it, I run for the door,

This world I cannot live in anymore,

I should have let go years ago,

But I too in love to know,

That you'll never be mine...

And now I know, I can't see you anymore,

My love, I wish you a wonderful life forever more....

Eh. I wonder why I'm writing like lovish stuffs.

Eh, takes a girl to write a romance thing.

Ninja!

A shadow fleeing through the darkness,

Its outline invisible, just black contrasting to black,

As it hunts its prey, tracking silently and killing it just like that!

What is it? A ninja!

A black mask on top of black clothes,

Weapons hidden within the folds,

Throwing stars that fly with speed,

A steel bite that leave behind deceased,

Who is this killer? A ninja!

Sneaky attacks are its main way,

No code of honor for this enemy, as samurais say,

Poison, backstabbing, ranged attacks,

What is this unlawful fellow? A ninja!

Black in the shadows, it can hide with ease,

Whether high up in a tree, or down near the ground,

Look around, for you will never see,

What is this master of disguise? A ninja!

Palming gold coins in its gloved hands,

The figure winks and leave its benefactor unharmed,

The benefactor sighs in relief, but suddenly falls over,

A steel star just ended this poor soul!

You'll never know when this foe attacks,

Watch out! It's a ninja!

A Perfect Day

Again, another random thing.

No, it's not meant to be lovey dovey.

It can either be a couple, friend, sibling thing, parent-child, really anything.

A perfect day,

Is when the skies are blue,

The sun shines warmly down,

At me and you.

The day has no mishaps,

We can do whatever we want,

As long as you're here with me,

I'll face any taunt.

A perfect day with golden leaves,

Trees whispering about you and me,

You smile as I run to and fro,

Chasing those leaves of gold.

A chilly day, yet perfect in it's kind,

I build a snowman, while you plow,

Then suddenly, a surprise attack!

You laugh and throw a snowball back.

The bees are humming lazily, doing their work in the warm spring,

We wander amongst flowers of colors and grasses of green,

It's a fine, spring day, everything is anew,

I love being here with you.

Laying down in the sweet, emerald grass,

We talk about other days that have passed,

This day of happiness, unblemished by anger or despondency,

You and me, in a perfect day.

Just smiling,

Smiling at life,

And everything else.

Not bad, as I would say. Then again, the ending sucked.

It's a love poem?

I dunno. I just wrote this. Got it in my head and needed to get it out.

I guess it's like a dab at love?

Well, it's not like I have a crush on anyone or something, just a little gimmick I wrote.

Love is but a painful thing,

Squashes his hopes and dreams,

Leaves him wandering in this tunnel of dark,

Pleading for that thing that can never happen.

Love is but a fragile thing,

Tackle it too quick and it'll shatter,

But act too late and it'll crack,

Timing is important, but how would you know?

Love is but a thing of jealously,

Envying that one you're with,

Wishing many times that you'll be hers,

But her wish will never win.

Love is but a thing not of the shy,

She wants to ask, "Will you be mine?"

But you're too far away, the time is never right,

She might as well watch you fly off into the night.

Love is but a wonderful thing

This feeling of love lights me up within,

The proximity of us sitting together,

That understanding of each other.

Love is but a thing of the past,

He wonders, "How could I have let her go?"

You'll ponder this out, wondering what went wrong,

Then you'll close the door on what is now gone.

Love is but a thing that's quite not right,

People seem to get hurt as if in a fight,

Those confusing thoughts, conflicts and emotions,

Everyone wonders, what will happen?

Love is not one thing, but more,

A door to a maze, somewhere you might wander forevermore,

Something is waiting for you at the end,

But will you find it? You must dive in.