A Twisting Spiral

A twenty-six chapter collection of stories from the depths of Victory the NightWing's slightly twisted mind; from heartbreak, to fear, to utter humiliation and stress, she touches upon problems she hopes to use as pawns and develop OCs.

'She writes them out of order, putting them in as ideas fall into her head. She hopes she may finish it, but doubts cloud her mind.'

She is Victory, and she gifts you with her writing.



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'''He was supposed to be there. '''

He was the reason his best friend's world fell apart.

He couldn't let it happen again.

He had to bReAk aWaY.



Betrayal
He was supposed to be there.

He wasn't supposed to leave.

Now his best friend is alone.

Now the world is over.



Confusion
Why 

do 

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">they 

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">laugh?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'''Why do they tear her world apart like so? '''

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">What did she do?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">What's wRoNg with her?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">

Decisions
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Decisions weren't her sTrOnG suit.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">But this was not the plan...

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">

Evil
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'She's not like her. She's not like her.'

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">yEt ShE LiEs.

Failure
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He can't fail.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He can't fail.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Not again.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Not after LaSt tiMe.

Greatness
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">S/he must live up to it.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">S/he must live up to it.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">S/he must live up to it.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">S/hE mUsT LiVe uP tO iT...

Hatred
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He was so perfect, so kind, so sweet.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He was her brother, her last family, her anchor to the real world.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He lay, broken and battered, at her talons, slaughtered by a heartless murderer.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'A heartless, evil group. Them. Them. Them. They did this.'

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She's going to kILL THEM ALL...

Invisible
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He, so creative, so wonderful, so amazing.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She, so smart, so proper, so responsible.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Their cousin.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">So reckless.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'So adventurous. '

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">So little impulse control.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">So lonely...

Jealousy
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">They were together.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">They were having fun.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">They didn't need HiM.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">BuT hE nEeDeD tHeM.

Kindness
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Their mother would always say to be polite.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Their mother wouldn't like them being rude.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Their mother spoke of treating everyone with kindness, no matter if they deserved it or not.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">ThEiR mOtHeR wAsN't HeRe RiGhT nOw...

Love
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Love wasn't rEaL.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Love was nO mAtTeR.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Stay focused.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Focused.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">FoCuSeD..

Memories
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She had her mEmOriEs, of her mother and father.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Her mEmOriEs, of yelling and shouts.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Her mEmOriEs, six months at a time.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'Her mEmOriEs. '

Normal
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Who cArEs if he's normal?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Who cArEs if he's not like the others of the Trio?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Who cArEs if this hurts him?

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Who cArEs?

Overwhelmed
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">It's tOo mUcH for almost aNyOnE.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She is the fire, the bright light, the spitfire

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She is the flame who burns brighter than most,

but her fuel

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">cannot

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:right;">last forever

Pain
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He misses her--

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He misses her confidence

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He's all aLoNe now

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He's aLL ALONE...

Quiet
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Many fear the nOISE

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Many fear the uPROAR and the sHOUTS and hOWLS of the night

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">But he,

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He fears the silence, 

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">and that has made aLL the diFfErEnCe.

Rage
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">Her anger burns bright, and her determination shows.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">And her veil, a camouflage of her deceipt, it works like a charm.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">But her iNSIDE

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She is aNGRY

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She won't wAIT

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She will cOME

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">And the village will 

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:right;">bURN.

Stress
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The sMaRtEsT.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The most rEsPoNsiBLe.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The gReAtEsT.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The bEsT.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The one who hUrTs.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">The one

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">who needs

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">help...

Tears
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">There cannot be tears.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She is sTrOnG, and only the wEaK cry.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She cannot cry.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She cannot cry.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">She...cannot...cry...

Unseen
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He is in the background, awaiting.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He doesn't know how to get them to nOTICE him, nor does he know how to be nOrMaL.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He feels invisible.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He is uNsEeN...

Wishes
<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He cannot help it.

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">'He is young. He doesn't know.'

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He belives in his WiSh...

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align:center;">He gets nOTHING in return.

Zeal
This shall be finished later.

See ya, peoples.

--Vic