Ehh...
Knew this wouod come eventually.
I write lots and lots of scenes in Google Docs

I have 5 notebooks that I used to write scenes at school. Yes, 5... I write study notes too, mind you.
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I tried to add the files here so u guys can read them, but Google Drive hates me...?
So I'll just paste em here!
Don't be shy to give me some reviews, or constructive criticsm (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

I may be sensitive, but i can take it...
They're typed in bold!

Catherine Signore pressed her back against the cold metal wall, not caring about how her feet went buzzing asleep, thanks to being in the same position for a few hours. The not-so-dry scars on her arms still stung whenever she ran a slight touch on them, left exposed to the air without wrapped. She couldn't tell the time, she couldn't see much in the lightless room anyway.

They've left her for long, hours, perhaps. That did not calm her down. It made her heart beat faster, and more aware, terrified of what was about to come.

They've never left her long, afraid of an escapee or a slight mistake to ruin their… experiment. She was never a human being, or a poor small 5 year old girl whose family was killed. For them, Cloak and Kennet, their names were, she was simply just an experiment.

They did left her for 2 hours once, and she earnt two big gashes of dog bites on both her shoulders ever since. She was sure her next… experiment would be worse.

Footsteps rang against metal floor, sending buzzing vibrations to her eardrum. She sat with her knees in front of her, her arms folded and crossed defensively on her lap. They cut her arms, so they'd surely hurt it soon.

The frequency of the steps, thanks to her ability and connection with metal, was increasing, getting louder every second. The hallway outside was long and far, she remembered, do so she wouldn't escape. Her breath started to become uneven, ragged and fast.

Her imagination drift to the worst. She shivered to herself, not able to imagine anything. She focused on the brighter side instead. Maybe they forgot her. Maybe they went for lunch. Maybe they just got busy with family issues.

But it was all impossible.

Three clicks, her stomach felt like churning, like someone pulled a string around it. They're coming.

A creak, she closed her eyes, as tightly as she could. And made herself as small as ever. Another step, into her room, the metal floor vibrating slightly. “Get up.”

Without a chance to do it by herself, and adjusting to the new lights, a hand clasped over one her cut on the upper arm. The pain flow through her skin, the cold grip tightening its grip on her. She was pulled up to her feet by force, and pushed out.

Her small self crashed against the wall, her vision blurry, adjusting to the lights. A few blinks and a sharp sting in the back of her head, and she could make out the hallway to wherever he would take her next to. She saw him locking the door in three clicks, even if she knew not the reason to. He towered over her, not that he wasn't already tall enough, his sour breath grazing on her face and his cold eyes into her. He pulled her by the arm again and dragged her along the cold metal hallway.

Metal this, metal that. Couldn't anything be more colourful?

She asked the question to the man once, and got a painful mark on her calf as the result. She knew better than to do it twice.

In her first two weeks in the… lab after her family’s murder, she would be blindfolded and restrained, since she struggled to escape. After 2 years, she didn't give up on the hope of escaping yet, exactly, but she kept it minimal and they had let her walk on her own pair of feet by then. As she was dragged, she could see the rooms she previously entered.

The first by her right was one with a simple chair. The one she went in on the first day. A room for emotional torture.

The one by her right was a table, or hard bed with straps on it, lots of equipment by the bedside. She was once drugged and injected to cooperate with them in the room, so she would go along with their experiments.

The third room was for scientists only, working with potions and chemical substances. Of course, how else could they heal her broken knee in just three days if not for a potion they came up with? It didn't last long, sure, since they got her ankle broken next. She remembered watching her father mixing up things and making green explosions. She used to laugh and cheer at the sight of it, dreaming to be one, just as her father had, when she grew up one day. He was the kind of man who lets her play along with some of his stuffs, she managed to make a volcano model using her own guide of imaginations once. Her mother was furious, but her father praised her, noting her early talent.

She was sure she couldn't achieve her dreams easily, though. Especially since she was in a lab as somewhat of a lab rat for two years.

The fourth room was filled with tools for physical torture, nicely explaining all the scars on her. They've never really touched her, really. Since they claimed she was too young, and that they were scientists in a project. Not a maniac. She hardly knew the difference.

There were more rooms she crossed, and her stomach grumbled at the sight of the 8th room, namely the kitchen. She wasn't fed for 2 days straight, only drinking 3 glasses of water they sent everyday. The man dragging her said in his gruff voice, “We'll feed you, after this one project.”

He scrambled keys from somewhere under his cloak and unlocked the 9th room. She was quite thankful it wasn't the last, tenth room. She could hear the barking of dogs from it, and their teeth gritting. That was the worst project. Ever.

She was pushed into the room, where another man, plump and hairy, sat in the middle of a semicircular line of computers. He looked up from the screen, and looked at her for a split second before looking at him, who just finished locking the door. “Better hurry, Cloak. I've got good food to eat.”

“So does she.” he grumbled, and pulled her to a chair, forcing her to sit down on it. “Sit tight, do nothing, and we'll be quick.”

She obliged, shuffling her legs slightly and fiddling her fingers on her lap. She could smell a scent, a salty sea scent, as Cloak filled up a bucket of water into a big tank. He put in a device in it, checked it and nodded. “All ready, Kennet.”

“Do it, then.”

“Are you too afraid to do it?”

“No,” he frowned, pressing a few keys on the keyboard. “You're more suitable. I'm too big to move much.”

With an obvious exasperated sigh, the tall man approached her, and took her by the arm. “Good girl. This is going to be quick.”

“I smell salt,” she mumbled in a slow voice, but he could hear it still. She knew what'd happen when an arm of wounds meet a tank of salty ocean water. “Is it ocean water?”

“Very clever.” he nodded. “Ocean water. Straight from the Mortale Ocean. With filter, since without one would ruin our experiment.”

Yay! Did any of you enjoy the leaks of her backstory...?
No?
Okay... ┬─┬ノ( º _ ºノ)

Here's another one..
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If there was one thing he was really good at, it was reading.

Though in the middle of the night, his eyes could not stop darting over all the words on the pages. His gloved hands grazed over the edge of the pieces, gently brushing to the next page.

Books laid everywhere on the table in front of him. Most of them were neatly closed,bookmarked and wrapped in clean wrappers. They were divided to his right and left.

The library was big, grand and had a smell of tea in the air. Though usually unused, it was taken care of quite nicely, considering few dusts were in sight. The racks and shelves stretched high to the ceiling, decorated with a shower of stars and a hanging silver chandelier from it. The air-conditioners in the room was on, though only a slight glow from the lamp at his table and the chandelier remained.

Since the principal gave him permission to use the library as he liked, he had yet to stop reading.

He loved reading. No matter what he read. Be it fictional romance, or historical politics, he'd read them all. He loved the idea of sinking into the world of immense knowledge and living in his own head.

He didn't mind being alone, the clock ticking as he sat by himself.

Though, he knew he wouldn't be alone for long.

A crash noise came from one of the racks on the right side, and he put down his book.

Just as expected.

He waited, staring at the source of the noise, and rubbing his fingers against the book covers. A shadow emerged from the racks. But he wasn't at all surprised. Instead, a chuckled came put of him.

“You could've use… the door? It's wide open.”

“Wait, seriously?” the voice was of a female’s, and the shadow soon revealed a figure. She was small in size, with a shower of golden hair to her shoulders. Her grass green eyes shone with warmth as she strode towards him with a grin and a shrug. “Ah well, at least the idea of breaking in through the window is cool.”

“You broke the window?”

“No, or you'd fretted by now,” she casually pulled a chair nearby and landed on it. “I hacked the window security system.”

“There is no window security system.” he replied. “Not since 10 years ago. They've disabled it.”

“Yeah, well, I activated it on purpose then hacked it.”

“Did those James Bond movies finally went too deep into you, Catherine?”

“I was bored.” she smiled, and tapped on the book in his hands. “Speak for yourself, though. You're too deep into these books.”

“They're good books. I'd read one to you this week, you had to choose it, though.”

“Oh?” her Her lips pursed, and her hands intertwined and under her chin, she scanned all the books on the table. “Hmm… this one looks good. It has a dragon on the cover.”

“Never judge a book by its cover.” he reminded. “But this one do match you, honestly.”

“You've read it?”

“Yes, it's about an elf on an adventure to conquer a dragon bothering his land. Quite good story, easy to read.” he took it and handed it to her. “Though, there might be a word like mahogany you won't get. It simply meant a grand throne.”

“You're the one who will read it.”

“I just want you to know.” he dusted off a few dirt on the table. “Don't you want to learn how to read?”

“You know I do.” she leaned back, admiring the book then gazed over the floating suit and gloves. “Thanks.”

“Anything for my best friend.” Emory took the book he read before and smoother the pages. “Also, very few had ever come to this library.”

“You love it here, don't you?”

“I guess I just enjoy the idea of writing in general. The only thing I am ever good at is reading after all.”

“Oh, please, Em.” she smirked. “You have many more talents. What about your language learning so far?”

“I'm in the middle of speaking Chinese.”

“And your sword skills?”

“Damien is helping me with my attacks, we're at the 4th phase.”

“Hardest language to master in the world. Swordfight since 8 years of age. 4th out of 5 phases. Best grades in your batch.” Catherine leaned to him. “Perfect.”

“Yet invisible.” he reminded. “I'm invisible, Cath. No matter what, I am permanently invisible and will stay like that.”

“Well, if you try to speak up a bit, I'm sure everyone would notice the intelligent, talented Emory Bryer.”

“Enough about me. Let's talk about something way more interesting, like…”

“I'm listening.”

“You. Yes. Let's talk about you.”

“I'm…” she blinked before patting his arm, and smiled warmly at him. “You're just so sweet, you know?”

I forgot to mention his name, I guess...  I forgot to mention my male characters in general.

He's Emory Bryer. His purpose in the story is not just as Catherine's best friend, but to achieve his own secret goals.

Yes, he has flaws.
It isn't obvious yet.
But he can be snarky and overly emotional...

I think I'll post more about the male characters later on...