Thepsy's Moments of Inspiration.

Okay feel free to give criticism, I would actually like some. Please pull me up if I messed up some spelling or grammar somewhere. Blah, blah, blah.
I hope you enjoy reading my stories.

Here is my first entry.

Here is one I've thought up based on the thought that "Imagine if you could summon your characters in times of need.
Those who don't catch this, it is a Tomorrow When The War Began setting. As if you were in the town as it happened and got caught.

In a way this is a TWTWB fanfic or whatever it is called.
I'm calling it:
A War Made Easy

Yeah, shit. No one actually believed that the talk of war would lead to anything. With a country as free willed as this one the UN would have to step in before everyday people started using gorilla tactics and sending these people back to their own country. Ether I overestimated us, or these people didn't underestimate us and so compensated for us everyday people, who would be more then happy to shoot these invaders the same way we do foxes.

Ether way, here I was, on the wrong side of the fence. I just couldn't help going into town for the festivities. Now, here I was being yelled at by the prick who seemed to be running this concentration camp... I was giving it back to him, how could I not, it runs in my blood. I think the only thing that stopped him pulling the trigger is we were both kind of having fun. I was yelling at the asshole, and he was yelling at me. I was the only person crazy enough to stand up for myself even with guns pointed at me.

Next thing I know two guards are dragging me away from him and towards the place he has made his residence. Oh just great, now he thought I would be his entertainment. As I was dragged away I hurled some insults to him, with a lot of swearing and... Ah... Commenting on his Asian like eyes.

Bloody basted, left me in his office for what felt like nine hours, I was planning to get him well and good though. What no one knew was I managed to smuggle a knife in with me, I'm Italian at least partly and I had it with me anyway. Somehow I had managed to keep it, now it was open and in my pocket. Like it wasn't a huge thing. Just a little bone handled pocket knife. Open it is around six inches long. But it was a real Italian made knife, and it was sharp.

All of a sudden the door burst open and in he came, yelling his head of at me. I stood and started yelling back at him. Yeah I was still very agro. He started laughing to see me so angry, but that was cut short the moment he closed his eyes. Somehow I had managed to throw the knife and embed it in his throat. I have to admit I was amazed his hands went to his throat and not to pulling the trigger of his gun and killing me, or at the very least alerting the guards.

On a high I walked over and punched him in the face a second before he fell dead at my feet. It was as I took the knife from his throat I realized how deep a shit I was in now. First thing I thought was 'Fuck, I'm not Alan, I can't survive a bullet to the head.' That lead me to thinking of Alan. Surly it wouldn't hurt if I tried to summon him, or at least a demon. Maybe I could convince them I was crazy in the least and they wouldn't shoot me. So carefully I started work in drawing up a pentagram, once I was finished with that I let my hand guide itself in drawing how I thought Bella's rune was shaped.

I nearly jumped out of my bloody skin as the thing began to glow. I jumped up and grabbed the dead man and threw him into the pentagram incase it needed an offering or something. I was doubly shocked when the body didn't make it past the circle and instead bounced back and nearly hit me in the head, of course that means he hit the wall and created quite the thud. I didn't exactly notice that because my most feared character was appearing before my very eyes.

Moments later as I was staring at someone who even I feared the door was thrown open and near instantly the two guards started shooting at me. I had to admit, it was a fast reaction to all the blood. But maybe they should of back peddled out of there when the shots made no sound, or maybe when the bullets stopped mid air, or at the very latest when the said bullets started moving back towards them. But no Bella was too fast and another to corpses fell to the floor.

It was now Bella did something which really scared me. She hadn't spoken a word, or even blinked I don't think. But now these other guards blood was forming a new pentagram in the room. In less then a minute I was not only staring at Bella but at Alan as well.

- I'll stop there for a moment. I'll add more later.

A War Made Easy continued...

This had to be the strangest day of my life, I stood staring at Alan and Bella, two immortals with crazy powers and I some how brought them from my mind into this messed up world of mine. I just stood there, my mouth hanging open as I looked up at Alan, this was crazy! Impossible! What actually happened was I had tried to throw the knife, I missed and the man shot me. Now I was dying and hallucinating... Surely? That had to be the only way this was possible.

"What's that look for?" Alan's voice broke through my thoughts. "Your not real, I'm dying and just imagining you here!" I tried to sound matter of fact about it but I sounded weak. Bella laughed and I suddenly knew this was real, she chilled me to the bone in a way which somehow forced me to acknowledge that this was happening.

I thought I was already past chilled by the fact that Bella was in front of me but what I heard shouted through a megaphone in broken english made my blood run cold, so cold it turned to ice. "Come out with you hands in air, or we shoot your family and friends."

My eyes went wide and I run out of the room so fast that Alan smirked. I ran out of the 'house' and into the courtyard where I felt like I froze solid on the spot. Five guards turned their guns on me while others held their guns to my families heads. My mother was crying and they had even hauled my father out injured as he was. The second in command smirked "Kill him, then kill the others." He gave the order without any emotion other then the slight hint of glee in having power over another persons life.

Five guns sounded and then there was a god almighty crash of steel on steel as my mother screamed. Next thing her scream was matched and the guards fell into two pieces as a silver blur moved around them, blood whisked through the air after the blur and a second later many bodies fell to the ground.

Time seemed to slow down as Alan smiled at me and chucked his diamond blade at me. Normally this would be my death as I'm completely unco, but ever so often I'm ninja, normally it only lasts for a second and that's all it did as I caught the blade by the hilt and looked stunned at the same time.

-Ran out of time. To be continued

As a break from that I give you a Bleach fight. One of the filling parts of the series features a kind of vampire called a bound who use dolls just like the Shinigami do their swords. One of these dolls is the wind, and this is for the most powerful of these bound or bounto or bount.

So naturally I am going to send Alan at him and see how he fairs. This is just an experiment and may not be worth reading.



The Soul Society was large, large enough that Alan had blended in easily. He could walk around the towns without anyone thinking he was anything more then a strange Shinigami, and they had been taught to leave the Shinigami alone.

It was relaxing to be out of the spotlight, he hadn't even needed to step into play when that orange haired kid showed up, sure he was powerful, but he fell into the balance which held everything together.

As usual it didn't last for long and soon he was back, bringing with him this time an enemy which upset the balance, an enemy who could destroy souls. Normally this could be a small worry to the twins as it was there only was of being truly defeated, to have their soul destroyed, completely. But it just so happened that they absorbed the soul instead of destroying it, meaning that a small taste of the twins soul could very well kill them. As Alan had once told the fox Kyrios, everything to do with the twins was volatile.

But as it happened his hand was forced, not only were the fights around the place distracting him, but it was upsetting the balance of the world. As a creature of balance it was a priority.

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The weirdest thing was that he had found that he couldn't sense the spiritual energies of these new enemies, not even when touching them. Aside from being weird it made tracking them much harder, so setting oneself a more simple target was always a good start.
Ichigo never could hide his spiritual energy and so Alan followed him for a few days waiting for him to make a discovery. It wasn't long before he was rewarded with an encounter with the leader of the bount and he left Ichigo to follow him. As they had fought when they had encountered, Alan left the man to rest, not wanting the fight with Ichigo and some captain to have weakened him for his own fight. By the time a chance came to fight it was after the man had found himself a new power source in some 'ancient' crest.

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Alan was strolling through the forest after the man when he made up his mind it was time to fix this, that balance was right to be restored. A small lapse in his spiritual cloak had the man on guard in an instant, a tree beside Alan was blown into toothpicks as he reacted to the alien aura.

"What? Who's there? I've warned you people of what will happen if you attack me, you better run why you can. Your day of grace will end soon!" There was no panic in his voice, his eyes held the same truth. It made one think, maybe ignorance is bliss.

Alan stepped out from behind a three, the shadows formed a cloak over him, covering his weapons.

The man growled like a wild animal as he met Alan's ice blue eyes "Oh, just some stupid villager, go back and cower in your home. This is beyond you, now go before you have an accident."

Alan stepped forward and raised an eyebrow. His cloak of shadows dissipated and the man let out a surprise grunt. "Go away Shinigami. I don't need to blow up anything to deal with you. Not even your captains can beat me and you don't seem to have any spirit power at all, let alone as much as them." The cockiness in his voice was mixed with a tone of supremacy.

Once again Alan stepped forward, the man shrugged "Fine, you will all die sooner or later anyway." He disappeared from view to appear before Alan a second later an stab him in the gut with his hand.

The mans mouth fell open as he realised his wind blade would not touch his opponents body, instead it splayed in all directions and dissipated harmlessly.
Alan smiled as he looked down before speaking two words "My turn."
The man had just managed to pull his blade into some sort of shape when his mouth fell open, from having no spirit force his opponents spirt force had just jumped to that of a captain, and the worst bit was he felt that he was holding back.

Then he took in what Alan had said and dived out of the way, just as Alan's katana went sweeping lazily across where his head had been. The man gaped before attempting to pull himself together.

To be continued...

(It is 3:35 AM, I wont be surprised if I made a million mistakes in that.)

The Bleach thing continued.

A laugh escapes Alan's lips as me moves. Each movement fluid and deadly, the man dodged each blow, not sure if his wind defense would break like his offense had.

Truth was he had little to worry about. It took a lot out of Alan controlling the wind against what this man. The air would listen to this mans order over Alan's and so to control it he had to use pure force.
The man slid on a bit of bark and Alan's sword found it's mark. His shoulder, the blade stopped less then and inch away from his skin. But the pressure behind the blade was still enough to drive him to the ground.

The man growled as looked at the blade "Ha you are just as weak as the rest of them. Your Spirit is still less then that of Ichigo's! If he cannot defeat me, what chance do you have."
This made Alan smile, cold and without humour. He flipped his blade and sheathed it before taking on a martial arts pose and waiting.

"Ha, cocky idiot. I will show you the full power of this crest you strange Shinigami!" A sudden wind ripped around the clearing stripping the man of his shirt and revealing a strange tattoo like thing over his muscled chest. Once again Alan just smiled. Then the man sprung blades of air aimed at Alan.

A searing heat knocked the mans hand off course seconds before it hit. He went rolling and then stood again to see Alan, hands and hair on fire, shirt ripped to shreds from the explosive movement.
"It has been fun. But it is time to finish this." The flames around his subsided and instead blades of shadow formed around his hands, impossibly thin and dangerous.

They both lunged at the same time, the first five blows were parried and then everything happened at once. The man cheered as he watched his hand disappear into Alan's flesh. Just above the glyph which covered his heart. Then he screamed in pain as Alan moved his hand to his side before taking a step back.

Even as Alan's wound was exposed it began to heal. He then turned his back on his opponent and took two steps before speaking "It is done, you are no longer a threat." With that the shadows wrapped around him and Alan was gone before they dissipated.

The man staggered forward "No threat I will show you!" He reacted out to the soul energy which made up the Soul Society to absorb some and heal his wound. Suddenly the pain in his side flared. He looked where Alan had stabbed him, a strange mark was upon the skin where the already closed wound was. He reacted out to try to absorb energy again and once again the pain flared, it was then he realised what had happened.
He had been separated from his source of immortality.



Thought I would just finish it up. I watched more episodes after this one and it turns out that this guy is pretty weak compared to some others in the series.

Yet another random story. This one based on that feeling you get in your gut that's impossible to explain.
Oh, and also how pissed I get when someone I care for is hurt or threatened. Not exactly sure where it is going at the moment. But if people want me to write more on it I will. Otherwise I don't know if it will be finished.

We all know it exists out there, out there yet in here. Our heart.
What does? The power to protect those we love.
Some of us have this a bit more naturally, and some of us, well we don’t even need a real threat for it to come out.

Our most common name is berserkers. But they never got it right. We don’t go high on rage. Something else takes over, a devil, a god, something. In disguise, and when it awakens in us. Well then, things can become a little hard to believe.

The whole idea, is to harness that power, accept that truth, hidden somewhere in your heart. So you no longer have to relay on it to win the fight for you, but can ascend the level of humans, and reach a near god status.


The world works on a set scale. Power levels, which you can rise through, up to a point. But there are some of us. Who are given a kick start. Power that the gods themselves fear. I am evolution, and I didn’t even know who I was for most of my life.

To be honest I’m only seventeen, so all of my life isn’t that bad. But this was the disaster that helped me to realise who I was.

First thing is, I wasn’t completely blind to it. But society to structured to tell everyone that they are one of the crowd and no-one is special.
So, when I was bullied at school in my younger years, and woke up after blacking out mid fight, to the five guys who ganged up on me. Their bodies lying on the ground, beaten to a pulp, unconscious but alive. I dismissed it just as I had been told to. I took the punishment for being an individual and went on with life.

Things like this happened randomly. It was later in my schooling that I started to accept my differences, and embrace them. But even my friends found my ideals rather messed. I’d been told many times to get over myself. My own friends making fun of me for an apparent ‘god-complex’.

“What would you do if he came at you with a knife?” A rather typical question in my group and I instantly answered.
“I’d disarm him with pressure points before cracking him in the face with my fist, shattering his nose and part of his skull.”
They laughed at that.
“Get over yourself, you wouldn’t be able to do that.”

But then it happened, and all teasing stopped.

We have all heard of vampires, and zombies and all the rest. They are real, but normally they are kept contained and away from humanity.
Well as in all security, there are slip-ups. Zombie apocalypse, the believers had been predicting it for years, and it happened.

Within hours I have weapons. Knives, a bow, arrows, a sword and a motorbike.
I wasn’t the only one. Some of my other friends, the ones who believed in me, they were with me. They secured those close to them, or at least tried. At least half of their loved ones died, and some of my friends did as well. But I was too caught up to focus on it.

I had a problem. Three girls, all of which I cared for deeply. For the one closest to me it was too late. She was dead within the hour. It was as if she was one of the first infected. As if this whole thing started around me. As she was the only one of the girls who lived in the same town as me.

With no time to dwell I moved on, with my small group. I had another set of friends who had survived and had started moving up towards us.

I made contact with the two girls, both were relatively safe. One more than the other. She had older brothers and friends protecting her.
The other, I had to ask her brother to protect her, a risk, but he understood.

So that is where I was headed, from a small rural community, to the big city. No idea what I’d have to face after a five hour trip.
Regardless I left, and I was followed by those loyal to me.