So this is part 1 of a three-shot I’ll be doing, as an alternate ending to my story “Knights in Shining Armor”. toi don’t HAVE to have read “Knights” first, but if toi want to, toi can.
Link is here: link and link. This is pretty dark, so if toi don’t like dark, don’t read. Oh, and the song is “Iris” par Goo Goo Dolls.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that toi feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go accueil right now...
He slid on the ground, the rough earth tearing his chemise and leaving deep scratches in his skin. His blood mingled with the puddles all around him, the bloodstained dirt and broken glass told him he was close. His throat was parched, his lungs burned, but he kept going. He had to find her, if it was the last thing he did. Where are you? he thought desperately. Aisling, where have toi gone?
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner ou later it's over
I just don't want to miss toi tonight...
There. Jackson pulled himself up, surveying the building. He smashed the glass, dragging his thin, ragged body through the hole, wincing as his exposed skin was sliced par the jagged edge. He dropped down to the floor, the blood oozing from his cuts. He tried to get to his feet, but found his legs were too weak, so he collapsed again, resorting to dragging himself across the cold tile. The only light in the room came from the hole he had smashed in the wall, and that was only a sliver of a moon, on a cloudy night. He managed to pull himself across the floor, having no idea where he was going in the darkness, until finally, he saw a pinprick of light. He followed it.
The light was coming from another room, floored with the same cold tile. It came from a tiny stub of a candle, flickering, most of the wax already melted down, dripping in long tendrils down to the floor. He dragged himself into the room, and what the light illuminated paralyzed him.
And toi can't fight the tears that ain't coming
ou the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah toi bleed just to know you're alive...
Jackson let out a wail. The blood. Why was there so much blood? He somehow managed to draw closer, the thick crimson liquid staining his palms and his skinned knees. He lifted one hand, the blood dripping down his arm, and examined the torn piece of dark fabric that sat in his fingers. He wiped it off. It was a piece of her shirt. A few feet away--she would have known the exact distance, a thought that made his cœur, coeur stir and his blood bubble--lay the rest of the shirt, and not too far from that lay her pants and undergarments, all torn and bloodstained. And there lay the body. He forced himself to come up to it, and he screamed again, hot tears spilling down his dirt-streaked cheeks. Shaking with sobs, he stared at her body, naked, broken, lifeless, pressing his hands into her neck, wiping away the layer of blood that was still oozing out. He carressed her cheek, burying his head in her thick dark hair. “I’m too late!” he wailed. “Oh, Aisling...I’m too late...I’m too late...”
He stared at her glassy turquoise eyes, still open, widened in terror--her last moment of horror before the blade pressed into her neck--and carefully, he closed them, letting his head drop to her chest, ignoring the pools of blood. His voice cut the night, as, softly, he began to sing.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I am...
He paused, letting his emotions overtake him. Later, he knew, there would be anger. Later, it would come, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. But now, there was no anger. Only grief, bitter, guilty, solid grief. His voice dropped to a whisper.
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I.......am..
So..what did toi guys think? I’m actually not sure if I want it to be a 3-shot ou just a one-shot, so feedback and your opinions would be great!
Link is here: link and link. This is pretty dark, so if toi don’t like dark, don’t read. Oh, and the song is “Iris” par Goo Goo Dolls.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that toi feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go accueil right now...
He slid on the ground, the rough earth tearing his chemise and leaving deep scratches in his skin. His blood mingled with the puddles all around him, the bloodstained dirt and broken glass told him he was close. His throat was parched, his lungs burned, but he kept going. He had to find her, if it was the last thing he did. Where are you? he thought desperately. Aisling, where have toi gone?
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner ou later it's over
I just don't want to miss toi tonight...
There. Jackson pulled himself up, surveying the building. He smashed the glass, dragging his thin, ragged body through the hole, wincing as his exposed skin was sliced par the jagged edge. He dropped down to the floor, the blood oozing from his cuts. He tried to get to his feet, but found his legs were too weak, so he collapsed again, resorting to dragging himself across the cold tile. The only light in the room came from the hole he had smashed in the wall, and that was only a sliver of a moon, on a cloudy night. He managed to pull himself across the floor, having no idea where he was going in the darkness, until finally, he saw a pinprick of light. He followed it.
The light was coming from another room, floored with the same cold tile. It came from a tiny stub of a candle, flickering, most of the wax already melted down, dripping in long tendrils down to the floor. He dragged himself into the room, and what the light illuminated paralyzed him.
And toi can't fight the tears that ain't coming
ou the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah toi bleed just to know you're alive...
Jackson let out a wail. The blood. Why was there so much blood? He somehow managed to draw closer, the thick crimson liquid staining his palms and his skinned knees. He lifted one hand, the blood dripping down his arm, and examined the torn piece of dark fabric that sat in his fingers. He wiped it off. It was a piece of her shirt. A few feet away--she would have known the exact distance, a thought that made his cœur, coeur stir and his blood bubble--lay the rest of the shirt, and not too far from that lay her pants and undergarments, all torn and bloodstained. And there lay the body. He forced himself to come up to it, and he screamed again, hot tears spilling down his dirt-streaked cheeks. Shaking with sobs, he stared at her body, naked, broken, lifeless, pressing his hands into her neck, wiping away the layer of blood that was still oozing out. He carressed her cheek, burying his head in her thick dark hair. “I’m too late!” he wailed. “Oh, Aisling...I’m too late...I’m too late...”
He stared at her glassy turquoise eyes, still open, widened in terror--her last moment of horror before the blade pressed into her neck--and carefully, he closed them, letting his head drop to her chest, ignoring the pools of blood. His voice cut the night, as, softly, he began to sing.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I am...
He paused, letting his emotions overtake him. Later, he knew, there would be anger. Later, it would come, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. But now, there was no anger. Only grief, bitter, guilty, solid grief. His voice dropped to a whisper.
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I am
I just want toi to know who I.......am..
So..what did toi guys think? I’m actually not sure if I want it to be a 3-shot ou just a one-shot, so feedback and your opinions would be great!
Name: Lara Nightingale
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop haut, retour au début with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop haut, retour au début with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)
Kenzie freaks out when Robin tells her that she's going to go insane if she stays with Brennan for too much longer. She watches the fight begin as Brennan picks her up and tightens his grip on her. Screaming, she accidentally freezes time. She then asks for an explanation from Robin, who tells her Fin's real story and who Kenzie was. Kenzie gets really upset par this and time is unfrozen, but no one actually notices. Chelsea gets the upper hand and attacks everyone.
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help ou is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed par her father and she was abused par her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found par flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope toi like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)