Noah Sczott

Noah bristled at the comment on his size, but lunged to attack the two hunters while they were mildly distracted. He tore into the neck of one of them, but the other fired a quick shot at Noah, landing a silver bullet in his side. "Fuck!" He moaned as he skittered off the bleeding hunter and against the wall.

The hunters approached the alley was, grinning to themselves. "Alright freak, end of the line for you."

"Sucks you got such a little kid face, but who know how fucking old you really are you son of a bitch." the other one laughed.

"I'll fucking kill you!" The blond sneered, his fangs popping out as a warning, however he looked more like a cornered kitten than anything.

"I see'm." One of the hunters shouted in the distance and Noah took off running.

His ratty track hoodie was surpassingly cold against his body, but it only made his sense feel sharper as he sprinted away.

So, for my senior english project we have to make something about what it means to be human. What I’m going to be doing is a video on the different aspects of what it is to be a human and for the ending I want to have a huge montage of people saying “I’m only human.” in their native language, doing different things or anything else. It can be anything as long as you’re being yourself.

I would really appreciate it if a ton of people could do this and I feel like it would give an amazing effect to my video. If you want to send in a clip, just email the video to me at [email protected] 

Any format would be fine so long as I would be able to convert it to what I need. (which shouldn’t be an issue)

It’d be great if people could reblog this so it gets around and I can get enough videos. Thanks so much!

pure pain

The smoke left his mouth smoothly, he let the taste linger before breathing out the little that remained. This was Wade Wilson, merc with the mouth, before all that. He had no healing factor, he was just a guy who’s mother had died of cancer, his father was a drunk asshole. Life sucked for him. He hadn’t even been invited to this party, he didn’t really have any friends he’d just found out about  a big house party and gate crashed for the free alcohol, there was enough people there for him to be able to sit back and remain unnoticed, he’d even managed to steal a puff of someones joint that was being passed round, so far it was a good night. The music was booming, the people were dancing or making out or both and he could already tell the person who had to clean up after this was going to have a very hard time.

He let his eyes slowly shut, enjoying the music and atmosphere, relaxing as he felt the rythm run through him then suddenly he heard something in front of him. “What?” He sighed letting his eyes open and move to the person who’d approached him.

Noah's eyes shifted over to the guy who spoke, even though he hadn't noticed him. "Nothin'..... you got anymore of that?

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

  She had to bite back the witty retort she would have used if she were talking to Dean.