Which piece should I continue?

[Minosheep]

The first is remniscent of the first story I was doing, but haven't gotten around to finishing, due to making sprites and such. But yeah--

I hate this. I hate everything. Why doesn't it all go away?
Because, you fool, you did it. You took that crook from your father and you--
"Shut up!" Lucifer yelled, provoking another glance from the sheep. "What the Hell are you all looking at?! Graze, idiots!"
He regretted saying it at once, because he knew he didn't mean it. Unfair of him to yell at the sheep for something he did. Because he did it. That damnable voice wasn't lying to him. He did it and he enjoyed doing it. Enjoyed the feel of the crook in his hands, loved it as the body of his father resisted a swing, loved it when blood spattered the ground, loved it. Loved it all. And now he hated it all. But, idiot, it won't leave unless you face it. Won't leave until you fight it until it's gone.
"Go away! I'm no fighter! And quit staring, you stupid animals!"
Don't take it out on the sheep. Don't take your own insecurities out on the poor stupid things. Let them graze, let them eat their grass. They have no reckoning of what you're capable of. The last barrier in your mind has left you, boy. You can destroy the world if you want. In fact, do it! Do it now! Let them all feel your rage!
Lucifer yelled out a babbled sentence, one without any particular meaning, just a bunch of syllables smashed together. A babbling sound, that rang into the night as Lucifer lifted his crook and advanced upon one of his sheep, his rage unbearable now, the crook coming downward in a wide arc and meeting resistance against the sheep's ribs. And the resounding crack of bone splitting itself-- no, idiot you split it. *you* did this-- the resounding crack left itself in Lucifer's ears, left its disgusting imprint. And Lucifer loved it for a moment. And then he hated it.

And then from a different part of it:

Why? Why can't I enter? There's nothing there. No, my parents are there. Mom's probably serving dinner. Of course she's serving dinner. What else might she be doing? And father is there, sitting down to eat. So just open the door.
No. I won't. I can't face it.
Face what?
I killed them!
You didn't. You're losing it, Luci. Just open it.
I don't want to face them...
Why not?! What have you done to earn their disfavor?!
I kill--
You didn't! You crazy, stupid boy! Open it!
Of course. Of course. They're alive, I'm fine. Noone's dead. Everyone is happy, everyone is alive.
Lucifer's hand finally began to turn with the knob. It opened, and he took a tentative step in, then had to step out again. The smell... like rotting flesh. Like the sheep after the wolf eats it.
It's just dinner, you poor, stupid boy.
Of course. I'm losing it, really, I am.
Lucifer walked in. And then he had to avert his eyes.
In the center of the living room, hanging from the chandelier. His father. Hanged by his own intestines. The ground beneath the decaying body was still moist with blood. But not completely. Some of the blood had been absorbed into the wood, it was even now swelling...

Then, later...

"I'm no murderer..."
But you are. Can't you see what you've wrought here?
"You told me I didn't kill them!"
I lied.
Lucifer scowled angrily. He would never believe the voice again. Never. It wanted him dead. Fine, he thought. I can play at this game.
What game, you foolish boy?
"This one you keep trying to play with me!"
It's no game, you poor, insolent child. No game.
"I'm not a child!"
Don't act like one.
Lucifer suddenly couldn't breathe. The smell of his parents was unbearable, and his lungs felt as though they were going to explode, collapse from the pressure of holding his breath.
"What pressure?" he thought aloud.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes again, and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just a cloud of dust, and even now his face was melting, his limbs were crumbling apart at their seams, his tongue was becoming a great big serpent that came from his mouth and then turned to bite at his face, his hands were turning into pincers that he couldn't control, his legs fell out from under him, and he toppled backwards, though the door, into the night air--
And was whole.

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Right, anywho. I like the first, but my vote went to number five. It's pretty interesting, gotta see how it'd turn out.

[Therin]

Well, I recently had a flash of inspiration. I ended up working on the fourth one. The one none of you voted for. Oh well...such is life, I guess. Hope you guys like it, even though it's still not finished.

Water sloughed off Jim's black, government issue raincoat, dripping onto the already drenched sidewalk as Jim strolled along the darkened steel and concrete jungle of New Thames. Black clouds boiled across the sky in thundering rage. Deafening blasts of sound rolled across the city.
As Jim walked past the mouth of an alleyway, he heard a voice in his earpiece,
"Now right."
Casually, Jim turned into the alleyway, then paused, searching. The alley was typical in its depressing grunginess, black streaks running between the bricks on all three sides. The ground wasn't even visible beneath the layer of soot. Bags of trash sat stewing in the corners, and Jim was thankful for the rain that kept the smell to a minimum.
"Oh, Bill…?" he said in a soft, singsong voice, "Bill, what am I looking for here?"
"I don't know, Jim, only that Command wants it bad," said the earpiece.
"Well gee, Bill, you're being very helpful today, you know that?"
"I'm sorry, Jim but that's all Command told me."
"Swell…well here, Bill, I'll tell you what. Why don't you just radio Command and tell them to get the fuck out here and find the damn thing on their own!!"
"You know I can't do that, Jim. Besides, What would I -- wait. Wait a minute, I got something, Jim."
"What?"
"I don't know but it's big. Really big. Behind you, Jim!"
Too late. Jim's raincoat came alive, stretching and molding down the backs of his legs, wrapping around to coat Jim in a protective layer stronger than steel. Then something blasted into Jim's back, like being hit with a stun cartridge the size of a basketball, sending him smashing in to the back wall of the alley in front of him. His nose crunched, and pain flared. Jim got up and turned around, a little bit unsteadily, to see what it was that had delivered such a blow.
Jim's mouth fell open as he looked up. And up. And up some more. The thing was huge, with legs the size of small trees and arms not much smaller, ending in rock hard fists that looked like small granite boulders. All the corded muscles and massive bone surrounded a huge, hulking body, larger than a car and probably twice as heavy. Though it was dark, there was no glint of eyes, beady or big, in what looked to be the monster's head area. It was hard to tell, though, because there was no neck. The body just stopped at the shoulders. Jim fumbled for his sonogun as a massive hamfist slowly rose into the air to deliver the killing blow. The raincoat wouldn't withstand another blow like the one before. The sonogun came out, but was damaged from the previous knockabout. So Jim threw it at the thing's head. It bounced off, no surprise, and the thing didn't even flinch. Jim fumbled some more. Finding something and not bothering to check what it was, only that it had a trigger, Jim brought it up and fired haphazardly until the clip was empty, then paused to survey his handiwork.
Five magnetic crossbow darts studded the monster's supposed head area. The sixth jutted out of the raised arm, just below the massive raised fist. Suddenly, the thing's arm fell, the fist hitting the ground with a wet smack. The fist fell open and began to twitch. Jim watched in astonishment as the twitching ran slowly up the thing's arm and across until it covered the entire massive body, which fell over. Jim dove backwards to get out of the way, then spoke to his partner.
"Bill? What the hell is that?"
"I'm not sure, Jim. I'm checking the database now, but I don't think we'll have anything."
"Great." The thing stopped twitching and lay there, devoid of life. "Bill can you call a clean up crew down here please? Oh wait a minute, we may not need it." The body was slowly sifting away into the atmosphere, particles detaching themselves one by one and drifting off like smoke from a funeral pyre.

Jim walked tiredly through the door into his apartment, drained from the adrenaline rush of earlier that day. He took the raincoat off and tossed across the back of his couch, where it promptly flowed and became a small afghan. Jim sat down on the couch unconcernedly and began to speak.
"Xan, what was in those darts?"
The afghan ruffled.
"Is that so? I thought I told you not to use those anymore. Someone could get seriously injured. Someone did, I suppose."
The afghan looked embarrassed.
"I get plenty of protection from you alone my friend. I don't need you putting things in my pockets for me. Especially not things I despise."
The afghan withdrew on itself and contrived to look hurt.
"(sigh… ) You're right, I was lucky. You saved my ass again, my old friend."
The afghan relaxed.
"You took a pretty bad knock back there. You alright?"
The afghan tensed.
"I don't know, bud. You sound like you're hiding it to me."
The afghan shivered.
"I know you hate him, but I don't want you to get infected or anything. Besides, it'll only hurt for a second or two."
The afghan shivered again.
"I'll give you a free treat."
The afghan paused, then rejected this suggestion.
"I'll invite Bill to bring Drake over. I'm sure she would love to see you, the hero of our little adventure!"
The afghan dropped off the back of the couch in surprise, landing on the floor with a muffled thump. Then, suddenly, Jim was wearing a black and white tuxedo, complete with silk ruff. Jim laughed, "You simpleton! C'mon, let's go."

[Selrahc the Evil]

Well good for you lews. I hope that it works for you. anyway can I take the first one and run with it??