“Did Ты get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Энджел wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Холодное сердце as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...

Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the стол письменный, стол and appeared to be staring intently over the вверх of his open laptop at the Обои taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...

We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? Ты snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives или Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And by fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...

His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock Чтение well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone или why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid еще attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when Ты do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...

The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed by the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy диван, мягкий уголок sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied by two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Вопрос "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and еще urgently "How?". I walk cautiously вперед and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...

The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the мышь pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, Чтение everything over a billion times, getting as much...

First songfic ever (published) by yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten

It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth Переместить and then
Hear my сердце burst again

Her lungs screamed for еще air, any air, her body begged for еще heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her Остаться в живых in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment

The chain...

A fun little one shot that occurred in my mind Чтение ff.net a long time ago.
I decided to write it out today, because I was bored to all hell. Have fun reading...

Kyra was curled up in a little ball on her bed, sniffling and shivering. Her nose and eyes were red, and her forehead was covered in drops of sweat. She'd locked herself in her room and had wrapped herself up in covers, coughing violently into her elbow every once in a while. She was a mess...
And she had a mission with the team.
No one knew she was sick-- she refused to tell anyone, even her sisters или brother. She'd distanced herself...

*Giggle* Cruddy title.





I woke up, cold and lonely. Ты know that weird feeling in your stomach when Ты feel like your being watched? Yeah, its here. I peeked out from under my blankets, and I saw...legs? The covers were thrown off me, my arms were grabbed, and my mouth was covered. I saw Ciel behind my captor.
"Let go. или Ты die." He whispered in my captor's ear. He cocked his glock, and my captor smiled. I closed my eyes tightly, and heard the bang. I fell back onto the bed, and heard a body hit the floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I was shaking. I opened my eyes, then, they widened....