She landed on the ground hard, Making cracks in it. I just picked her up, And threw her at the building, Then sprinted over to her and began my brutal assualt. Blood splattered all over the wall, And I heard some Кости breaking alot as I did pound on Anabelle. When I was finally finished, I took a few steps back to see the pile that was Anabelle.

Dead.

At least, For a секунда или two.

She started to regerate and got back up, With a smirk on her face. She chuckled as she walked over to me, A smile across her face. I growled. She approached me, Our eyes met, And she punched a hole through me, Like...

As I ran, across улица, уличный to street, a boiling rage filled up inside.

"Who... THE FUCK DID THIS?!" I yelled, Not even realizing it.

I stopped in the middle of a ruined street, Trying to convince myself, "Elliot is NOT dead, He's still at base, goofing off with David... He is not dead!" I clenched my hand into a fist, making it bleed.

I finally calmed myself down, Then I suddenly heard something from behind. I turned around swiftly, Hopeing it was Elliot. And turns out, It was.

But, That WASN'T the Elliot he knew. That 'thing' was a monster, A, Infected, THAT'S NOT ELLIOT. But, while trying to...

A/N: This goes with the idea that Alex can actually be a nice person sometimes, and that he, alongside with the other 1000000038346+ people Annabelle has eaten, is actually still self-aware in her head somehow. Pretty much, the idea is that if Alex is a good boy and doesn't fuck with Annabelle's head (ha, like he'd EVER do that...) she'll let him have 'control' sometimes because Ты know, she's just a swell person.

I support whoring out Evan to everyone, from every fandom, from every IRL. No-one is safe.

Not even you, Alex Mercer.

Random Название is random.

And when Ты read this Ты can tell exactly...

The Comet Lexell.

The closest approach of a comet to the earth.

Charles Messier discovered it on June 14, 1770; its perihelion came at August 14.


It was never seen again.



But this Остаться в живых celestial object graced a unique gift upon the earth. A gift to humanity, so all could grasp the nature of the seemingly neverending universe.

An infant male, human in form, was set inside the remains of the Parthenon on that August night. Only one person witnessed it, and they have not been obliged to be seen ever again.

The boy, called a Cosmic, had gleaming white-blonde hair and fair skin. He had a luminous, ethereal...