In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<
“Patience, Kyra.”
She got Chair de poule at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the or was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain toi plus than toi believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged couteau on rock, making earsplitting screeches. A wicked grin spread on the older girls face. “They are looking, toi know. But they don’t have very much time.”
“So cliche,” Kyra hissed out. “The time limit, the shed, targeting me; you’re turning into a typical villain.”
“I’m starting small,” Chelsea murmured, inspecting the edge of the blade. “I’m not aiming for death, I’m aiming for heartbreak.”
Kyra’s face contorted, confused, and Chelsea leant closer. “I know that promise toi made to Eric. From two years ago? Imagine if he found toi break that promise.”
“He’d understand! He will understand!”
“No. Not if he finds a suicide note.”
“I never wrote--”
“But I did. Shifted his memories so that the letter he found is from you. And it’s not like you’ll be able to explain. Your time is up.”
Kyra yelled out as she unwilling moved toward the knife, dragging it towards her arm. Chelsea’s glowing crimson eyes bored into her, and as hard as she fought, she still couldn’t stop. Shakily, her hand made a deep Slash in her wrist, then slowly continued up her forearm. “Stop,” she muttered, then screamed out. “Stop!”
Miraculously the couteau clattered to the floor, and she grasped her bloody arm tightly. Viciously glaring at the villainess, she stood, but instantly became nauseous, leaning against the mur for support. “Have fun,” Chelsea muttered, stepping out of the shed.
Slumping to the ground, Kyra’s breathing shallowed, her heartbeat slowing. A pair of boots came up to her vision and she glanced up to see Revenge calling out. To her, it was like an old movie: black and white, with no sound. Painfully she accepted unconsciousness, her last thought being Forgive me.
P.S.: I need one sentence, from any article Fin's been in (doesn't matter if it's mine, yours, ou another person), that shows her relationship with the other OC's and her other friends. Message any sentences toi find straight to me. :3
“Patience, Kyra.”
She got Chair de poule at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the or was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain toi plus than toi believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged couteau on rock, making earsplitting screeches. A wicked grin spread on the older girls face. “They are looking, toi know. But they don’t have very much time.”
“So cliche,” Kyra hissed out. “The time limit, the shed, targeting me; you’re turning into a typical villain.”
“I’m starting small,” Chelsea murmured, inspecting the edge of the blade. “I’m not aiming for death, I’m aiming for heartbreak.”
Kyra’s face contorted, confused, and Chelsea leant closer. “I know that promise toi made to Eric. From two years ago? Imagine if he found toi break that promise.”
“He’d understand! He will understand!”
“No. Not if he finds a suicide note.”
“I never wrote--”
“But I did. Shifted his memories so that the letter he found is from you. And it’s not like you’ll be able to explain. Your time is up.”
Kyra yelled out as she unwilling moved toward the knife, dragging it towards her arm. Chelsea’s glowing crimson eyes bored into her, and as hard as she fought, she still couldn’t stop. Shakily, her hand made a deep Slash in her wrist, then slowly continued up her forearm. “Stop,” she muttered, then screamed out. “Stop!”
Miraculously the couteau clattered to the floor, and she grasped her bloody arm tightly. Viciously glaring at the villainess, she stood, but instantly became nauseous, leaning against the mur for support. “Have fun,” Chelsea muttered, stepping out of the shed.
Slumping to the ground, Kyra’s breathing shallowed, her heartbeat slowing. A pair of boots came up to her vision and she glanced up to see Revenge calling out. To her, it was like an old movie: black and white, with no sound. Painfully she accepted unconsciousness, her last thought being Forgive me.
P.S.: I need one sentence, from any article Fin's been in (doesn't matter if it's mine, yours, ou another person), that shows her relationship with the other OC's and her other friends. Message any sentences toi find straight to me. :3
1. Make a really stupid joke that a 5 an old might laugh at. Ex) knock-knock jokes, chicken crossing the road jokes.
2. Start jouer la comédie like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the table, tableau with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz poupées (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton chant the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when toi poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word asperges
23. Asking for fruit punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
2. Start jouer la comédie like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the table, tableau with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz poupées (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton chant the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when toi poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word asperges
23. Asking for fruit punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
Daily Episode
jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.