DCW...IRL?

[IdentityUnknown 216]

...Wasn't Mark supposedly already "executed" when the paper was published?

[Aeyra 260]

...Wasn't Mark supposedly already "executed" when the paper was published?

I refuse to accept it. It goes against all logic and law. You can make it a lie used to lure us back, but really, I think the immediate death row thing is just too quick. Trials take ages you know. And to answer Moho's questions, there are teenage terrorists, though not on the same scale. But none have been sentenced to death. (however... most of them committed suicide...) They are usually sentenced for a long time in jail, though they do get released in time from the look of things. 'sides, the world would probably like to know who bombed so many places in NJ, so feel lucky I'm not making him go through a trial.

[IdentityUnknown 216]

I refuse to accept it. It goes against all logic and law. You can make it a lie used to lure us back, but really, I think the immediate death row thing is just too quick. Trials take ages you know. And to answer Moho's questions, there are teenage terrorists, though not on the same scale. But none have been sentenced to death. (however... most of them committed suicide...) They are usually sentenced for a long time in jail, though they do get released in time from the look of things. 'sides, the world would probably like to know who bombed so many places in NJ, so feel lucky I'm not making him go through a trial.

Then you ought to include that. That simply made me confused for a little while. I'll write later since I've got a clearer view of exactly what happened.

[Aeyra 260]

Then you ought to include that. That simply made me confused for a little while. I'll write later since I've got a clearer view of exactly what happened.

I'm too lazy to explain things at 2 AM in the morning. I'm surprised I didn't misspell half of it. Of course, auto-correct makes things easier. The hour of day also explains the shortness.

[IdentityUnknown 216]

I'm too lazy to explain things at 2 AM in the morning. I'm surprised I didn't misspell half of it. Of course, auto-correct makes things easier. The hour of day also explains the shortness.

Still not bad for something typed at 2 AM.

[Aeyra 260]

Still not bad for something typed at 2 AM.

Thanks, but I think I could do better than that...

[IdentityUnknown 216]

Thanks, but I think I could do better than that...

Hey, it was 2 AM. Can't blame you.

[tengaku squared 291]

A/N: I'm going with the fact that I died. BTW, I made a few references to various books, since I happened to have them on me.

Gaining custody to Mark's body wasn't hard. All Gray needed was FBI credentials....which he had, as a Interpol officer authorized by the government to arrest.

"It's hard to believe. All these battles, all the wars, and you fall here, of all places." He stared at Mark's open mouth, never again to speak a word.

According to one of the staff in charge of executing Mark, this was the conversation he had before his death:

Staff: Damn, what the hell did you do to get executed at this age? I mean....I know, but why?

Mark: Hmm. I guess you can call it my destiny.

Staff: It's destiny to murder over 300 people, cause over a million dollars in damage to various buildings, and several cases of grand theft auto and robbery?

Mark: Now that you put it that way, I really don't know. *laughs* But what else could I do?

Staff: I see. Now, can I ask another question?

Mark: Sure, shoot.

Staff: You denied the right to a trial, you even agreed to push the date of your execution up. Why?

Mark: Because my death will mean the final nail in the coffin.

Staff: ....OK.

"Final nail in the coffin," Gray repeated. What could that mean? Did he try to kill himself to deal a blow to the syndicate? But what good does that do?

But just then, he remembered a day a couple years ago. While Mark, then 7, was staying in his apartment because he had nowhere else to go.

That rainy, stormy day, he pulled out a chess board and invited Mark to play. It seemed someone already taught Mark how to play, because he simply walked over and started with moving the king pawn two spaces.

The game was fierce. Traps triggered everywhere, one piece triggered at least six others. But the game wasn't what caught his mind, it was the second to last move Mark played.

See, he played his queen straight into the open, right into the path of his rook. Gray, not knowing then what was going on, decided to take the queen, only to lose the very next turn.

The move, he later learned, was coined the queen's sacrifice. Making your opponent loosen your defenses with the queen, allowing the player to finish off his opponent.

Did he really try to pull off that same move in life? Gray's mind was swimming in a sea of thoughts.

But wait, Mark also requested a permanent marker before his death, then requested the staff to leave for a few seconds. Could he have written a dying message, even though it was likely impossible?

Of course...the most obvious place, since Mark was likely confined, was on his own body. He placed Mark down, then examined his body. Gray was shocked by the results.

Somehow, defying the fact that he was confined by unbreakable bonds, he managed to write on his own body under his robe.

On his chest was written: Blue, black, red, green, and yellow will spell the location of the final battle.

On his right leg was written: Their leader not only has clay of feet, he has feet of clay.

On his right arm was written: The hero lies shrouded by the apple trees, dormant and waiting for battle.

On his left leg was written: A large group spoils the hunt. A small group is best.

On his left arm was written: Sometimes two IS greater then one.

Gray hastily scrawled the words down, as if they would disappear any moment. Once he was done, he quickly re-wrapped Mark up in the blue robe, then ran out the door.

The words on my body mean:

Blue, black, red, green, and yellow will spell the location of the final battle. (The syndicate will attack Olympic Stadium)

Their leader not only has clay of feet, he has feet of clay. (The leaders each have one fatal weakness)

The hero lies shrouded by the apple trees, dormant and waiting for battle. (The Shinigami will aid you, and is located in the state of Washington)

A large group spoils the hunt. A small group is best. (Sending too many will get everyone killed)

Sometimes two IS greater then one. (You need to split up into two groups)

[IdentityUnknown 216]

*still doesn't like that Mark died* :V

[tengaku squared 291]

*still doesn't like that Mark died* :V

:V

Well, we need to push this story to the final climax, and the resolution. I figured this would be it.

[IdentityUnknown 216]

:V

Well, we need to push this story to the final climax, and the resolution. I figured this would be it.

True.

[Aeyra 260]

The end really is drawing near, isn't it? But I think several people is wiser... Nero is gathering an army you know. When's the last time the Olympics were held in the US?

[Misaki-chan 164]

The end really is drawing near, isn't it? But I think several people is wiser... Nero is gathering an army you know. When's the last time the Olympics were held in the US?

Yep....

2002 for Winter, 1996 for summer.

[Aeyra 260]

Where? (too lazy to do research using itouch...)

[Kaitou Kid Legendary Thief 197]

O__O

[Wildheart888 170]

Whoaaaaa...nice Moho-kun..O___o

[Monsi 51]

A/N: I'm going with the fact that I died. BTW, I made a few references to various books, since I happened to have them on me.

Gaining custody to Mark's body wasn't hard. All Gray needed was FBI credentials....which he had, as a Interpol officer authorized by the government to arrest.

"It's hard to believe. All these battles, all the wars, and you fall here, of all places." He stared at Mark's open mouth, never again to speak a word.

According to one of the staff in charge of executing Mark, this was the conversation he had before his death:

Staff: Damn, what the hell did you do to get executed at this age? I mean....I know, but why?

Mark: Hmm. I guess you can call it my destiny.

Staff: It's destiny to murder over 300 people, cause over a million dollars in damage to various buildings, and several cases of grand theft auto and robbery?

Mark: Now that you put it that way, I really don't know. *laughs* But what else could I do?

Staff: I see. Now, can I ask another question?

Mark: Sure, shoot.

Staff: You denied the right to a trial, you even agreed to push the date of your execution up. Why?

Mark: Because my death will mean the final nail in the coffin.

Staff: ....OK.

"Final nail in the coffin," Gray repeated. What could that mean? Did he try to kill himself to deal a blow to the syndicate? But what good does that do?

But just then, he remembered a day a couple years ago. While Mark, then 7, was staying in his apartment because he had nowhere else to go.

That rainy, stormy day, he pulled out a chess board and invited Mark to play. It seemed someone already taught Mark how to play, because he simply walked over and started with moving the king pawn two spaces.

The game was fierce. Traps triggered everywhere, one piece triggered at least six others. But the game wasn't what caught his mind, it was the second to last move Mark played.

See, he played his queen straight into the open, right into the path of his rook. Gray, not knowing then what was going on, decided to take the queen, only to lose the very next turn.

The move, he later learned, was coined the queen's sacrifice. Making your opponent loosen your defenses with the queen, allowing the player to finish off his opponent.

Did he really try to pull off that same move in life? Gray's mind was swimming in a sea of thoughts.

But wait, Mark also requested a permanent marker before his death, then requested the staff to leave for a few seconds. Could he have written a dying message, even though it was likely impossible?

Of course...the most obvious place, since Mark was likely confined, was on his own body. He placed Mark down, then examined his body. Gray was shocked by the results.

Somehow, defying the fact that he was confined by unbreakable bonds, he managed to write on his own body under his robe.

On his chest was written: Blue, black, red, green, and yellow will spell the location of the final battle.

On his right leg was written: Their leader not only has clay of feet, he has feet of clay.

On his right arm was written: The hero lies shrouded by the apple trees, dormant and waiting for battle.

On his left leg was written: A large group spoils the hunt. A small group is best.

On his left arm was written: Sometimes two IS greater then one.

Gray hastily scrawled the words down, as if they would disappear any moment. Once he was done, he quickly re-wrapped Mark up in the blue robe, then ran out the door.

The words on my body mean:

Blue, black, red, green, and yellow will spell the location of the final battle. (The syndicate will attack Olympic Stadium)

Their leader not only has clay of feet, he has feet of clay. (The leaders each have one fatal weakness)

The hero lies shrouded by the apple trees, dormant and waiting for battle. (The Shinigami will aid you, and is located in the state of Washington)

A large group spoils the hunt. A small group is best. (Sending too many will get everyone killed)

Sometimes two IS greater then one. (You need to split up into two groups)

Nice job, Mark! +1 for that...XD

[BK201 31]

What's insidE the spoiler? Could any oNe PM it to me? I cAn't seE sPoilers oN my pHoNe...

[Misaki-chan 164]

Where? (too lazy to do research using itouch...)

For winter, Salt Lake City and summer was Atlanta, Georgia.

[Tsukiko 73]

You guys are LAZY!!!

[Sherlock Lupin 41]

You guys are LAZY!!!

But that's why we love them, right?

[Wildheart888 170]

Hii Sherlock-chan~!! xP Why're you here?? xP

And in the spoiler box was Moho-kun's part of the story he wrote. x)

[Sherlock Lupin 41]

Hii Sherlock-chan~!! xP Why're you here?? xP

And in the spoiler box was Moho-kun's part of the story he wrote. x)

I'm trolling. Am I not wanted here?

[Aeyra 260]

You guys are LAZY!!!

... I don't get time to write during the day, and my laziness comes from having to resort to writing at 1AM in the morning. But fine, I'll write something.

**********

Aeyra and Pyre rushed into the hotel lobby, Nero trailing behind them with a resigned expression on his face. The newspaper was clutched tightly in Pyre's hand, the news of Mark's upcoming execution displayed vividly on the now slightly crumpled page. The rest of the group had arrived earlier than the trio, currently lounging lazily in the luxuriant arm chairs as they waited to check-in. However, seeing the tense, frightened faces of their companions, they were immediately alert, gathering around the paper.

"What happened?" demanded Misaki-chan, fear creeping into her voice.

"Read," said Pyre tersely, pointing to the article, eyes tight.

Everyone skimmed through the article, and by the timethey had finished, the group's expressions varied from extreme concern, to fear, and for Chaos, a hidden smile.

"You know what, screw staying the night in this hotel," commanded KKLT, walking towards the exit. "We're taking a train to New Jersey pronto!"

"Waif!" All eyes turned with ferocious curiosity to Nero, who had blocked KKLT's way. "You need to think this over! It could be a trap!"

"Mark's on death row! We don't have time to think things over!" snarled KKLT, trying in vain to push Nero out of the way- the boy refused to budge no matter how hard she shoved him.

"Then at least hear me put when we get on the train."

"Fine."

*******

Now I need to go and do math. See you.

[Kaitou Kid Legendary Thief 197]

... I don't get time to write during the day, and my laziness comes from having to resort to writing at 1AM in the morning. But fine, I'll write something.

**********

Aeyra and Pyre rushed into the hotel lobby, Nero trailing behind them with a resigned expression on his face. The newspaper was clutched tightly in Pyre's hand, the news of Mark's upcoming execution displayed vividly on the now slightly crumpled page. The rest of the group had arrived earlier than the trio, currently lounging lazily in the luxuriant arm chairs as they waited to check-in. However, seeing the tense, frightened faces of their companions, they were immediately alert, gathering around the paper.

"What happened?" demanded Misaki-chan, fear creeping into her voice.

"Read," said Pyre tersely, pointing to the article, eyes tight.

Everyone skimmed through the article, and by the timethey had finished, the group's expressions varied from extreme concern, to fear, and for Chaos, a hidden smile.

"You know what, screw staying the night in this hotel," commanded KKLT, walking towards the exit. "We're taking a train to New Jersey pronto!"

"Waitf!" All eyes turned with ferocious curiosity to Nero, who had blocked KKLT's way. "You need to think this over! It could be a trap!"

"Mark's on death row! We don't have time to think things over!" snarled KKLT, trying in vain to push Nero out of the way- the boy refused to budge no matter how hard she shoved him.

"Then at least hear me pout when we get on the train."

"Fine."

*******

Now I need to go and do math. See you.

GREAT JOB AEYRA!!!!!!!!!!!!

*I can see you're in a hurry *

But still... Its great!!!!!!