Okay, I was bored and didn’t feel like sleeping, so I wrote this. This is dedicated to all the couples out there, which is why I don’t actually use names, instead using a generic “he” and “she”. Warning: may have some slightly graphic content (by that I mean blood, death, et cetera) and extreme sob factor (if ya know what I mean). :P
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...
The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out the subtle outlines in the gloom, as fear and panic made her cuore leap out of her chest. She groped around, hoping something soft would touch her fingertips, even knowing that nothing would. She felt liquid, warm and sticky, cappotto her hands, and she choked down the tears that were rising in her throat. Where was he?
No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
He struggled to keep his eyes open; the resounding pain as his body clung to its last breath of life was excruciating. He wanted più than anything to give up, to release the hold and let life slip away, but he still struggled. For her. He let out a weak moan, hopelessly clinging to the thought that if she found him, she could make it stop. No, he knew how to make it stop, he just wasn’t ready to accept that. He needed to see her one last time, before his mind would be swayed. But dammit, could she just find him already? He was already beginning to grow cold, his body weakening as it slowly Lost the battle for life. He shuddered, wrenching his eyes open, as his vision blurred, and the blood still oozed out of the broken shell of his body.
I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make te feel like it's not too late, it's never too late...
Her breath came in short gasps, as she stumbled onto something soft. She lifted her hands out of the deep puddles of liquid--blood, it had to be blood, but she didn’t want to believe that. She groped around in the darkness, feeling for his outline. Finally her fingers grazed his diviso, spalato side, his slowly rattling chest, throat, chin, face. She felt him shudder, and she bent down, resting her head on his chest, ignoring the blood and grime accumulated there. She felt his torn shirt, and he gave a soft murmur. Gently, she kissed his cheek, then his lips, as the tears streamed down her face.
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear te say te want to end your life...
She was shaking with sobs, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her head still in his lap. Her forehead and shoulder throbbed from her wounds, but she knew her casualties were nothing compared to his. Her mind refused to accept that he, the spark in her life, her greatest joy, was dying, could already be dead. Maybe it was sheer Amore for him, maybe it was her head injury, but she could see, through her closed eyelids, him there beside her. When she looked up, his gentle face was there, his eyes glimmering like they always did, his hair ruffled, his mouth twitched in a playful smirk. A smile slowly slid across her face, even as she choked on the tears that were pouring down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. It would be alright, he was there. She pictured him stroking her hair, and she almost felt his warm fingers, twirling the strands and brushing against her scalp.
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
As the flow of tears began to ebb, the sorrow in her cuore replaced with a sort of numb happiness, her eyes slowly opened. He was there, she reminded herself. He would always be there. But even as she thought those words, repeated them in her mind, her fantasy began to slip away, replaced with reality, as cold as the body under her head. She sat up, wailing in agony as she saw his eyes glassed over, their imagined glimmer gone, faded forever. Screaming, she pressed her lips to his, vowing never to wrench them away. Vowing to never let him go.
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear te say te want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...
So, whaddya think? It even made me cry, and I never cry at this kind of stuff. Btws the song is “Never Too Late” da Three Days Grace (my current preferito song).
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...
The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out the subtle outlines in the gloom, as fear and panic made her cuore leap out of her chest. She groped around, hoping something soft would touch her fingertips, even knowing that nothing would. She felt liquid, warm and sticky, cappotto her hands, and she choked down the tears that were rising in her throat. Where was he?
No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
He struggled to keep his eyes open; the resounding pain as his body clung to its last breath of life was excruciating. He wanted più than anything to give up, to release the hold and let life slip away, but he still struggled. For her. He let out a weak moan, hopelessly clinging to the thought that if she found him, she could make it stop. No, he knew how to make it stop, he just wasn’t ready to accept that. He needed to see her one last time, before his mind would be swayed. But dammit, could she just find him already? He was already beginning to grow cold, his body weakening as it slowly Lost the battle for life. He shuddered, wrenching his eyes open, as his vision blurred, and the blood still oozed out of the broken shell of his body.
I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make te feel like it's not too late, it's never too late...
Her breath came in short gasps, as she stumbled onto something soft. She lifted her hands out of the deep puddles of liquid--blood, it had to be blood, but she didn’t want to believe that. She groped around in the darkness, feeling for his outline. Finally her fingers grazed his diviso, spalato side, his slowly rattling chest, throat, chin, face. She felt him shudder, and she bent down, resting her head on his chest, ignoring the blood and grime accumulated there. She felt his torn shirt, and he gave a soft murmur. Gently, she kissed his cheek, then his lips, as the tears streamed down her face.
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear te say te want to end your life...
She was shaking with sobs, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her head still in his lap. Her forehead and shoulder throbbed from her wounds, but she knew her casualties were nothing compared to his. Her mind refused to accept that he, the spark in her life, her greatest joy, was dying, could already be dead. Maybe it was sheer Amore for him, maybe it was her head injury, but she could see, through her closed eyelids, him there beside her. When she looked up, his gentle face was there, his eyes glimmering like they always did, his hair ruffled, his mouth twitched in a playful smirk. A smile slowly slid across her face, even as she choked on the tears that were pouring down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. It would be alright, he was there. She pictured him stroking her hair, and she almost felt his warm fingers, twirling the strands and brushing against her scalp.
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
As the flow of tears began to ebb, the sorrow in her cuore replaced with a sort of numb happiness, her eyes slowly opened. He was there, she reminded herself. He would always be there. But even as she thought those words, repeated them in her mind, her fantasy began to slip away, replaced with reality, as cold as the body under her head. She sat up, wailing in agony as she saw his eyes glassed over, their imagined glimmer gone, faded forever. Screaming, she pressed her lips to his, vowing never to wrench them away. Vowing to never let him go.
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear te say te want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...
So, whaddya think? It even made me cry, and I never cry at this kind of stuff. Btws the song is “Never Too Late” da Three Days Grace (my current preferito song).
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling successivo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistole at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling successivo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistole at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. te going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, baciare its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like te Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. te going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, baciare its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like te Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Name: felce Elizabeth Ameer.
Alias: Delirious.
Appearance: Pale. Blood red hair. Sapphire eyes. Scar that runs from her eyebrow to cheek. Golden Wings.
Civvies: Green hoodie, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
'Stume: Picture.
Powers: Flight(wings)*You didn't see that coming, did ya?*Wink**.
Skills: Hunting. Extremely advanced senses.
Past: Escapee from the School, took shelter at a circus. Hid her wings from others, started accidentally killing everyone. Fled to Germany, hiding her wings for a year, came back to USA.
Notes:
~Fear of heights, despite her birdy-nature.
~Can make her wings blend into her skin, but only for a short period of time, due to it getting extremely uncomfortable.
~Finds interest in rain.
I just had to! And if te request, I will cancella her...
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF te HAVE NOT READ THE precedente BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara detto once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam detto softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned inoltrare, avanti and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam detto softly. "I'm glad we're Friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the baciare before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty secondi before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara detto once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam detto softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned inoltrare, avanti and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam detto softly. "I'm glad we're Friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the baciare before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty secondi before returning to her computer.