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It was a still scene. There was a fog that hung on the air like a final breath. The horses hooves pounded in the distance, and the shouts of angry men filled the night with a chilled rage.Fire tipped torches danced through the forest trail towards the cottage. The screams from inside long since silenced. The men burst in through the door to find Sophia's face a harsh blue. Tears having thrust her makeup down her cheeks during her final struggle. Globs of spit matted in her soft brunette curls. A strong outline of Jack's palms graced her throat. Jack sat in the corner on a rickety wooden chair. A twisted smile danced on his lips as he wiped the sweat from his face. "Her eyes in that moment...." he paused to enjoy the memory, "I will always have them." He kept the joy of his final conquest on his face as the men grabbed him.
The bowl shattered as it hit the ground, and flecks of it skittered across the floor. The red paint inside coated the walls of the room like blood. The entire scene played out in slow motion: cabinets opening and emptying themselves onto counters; the chandelier falling with a crash onto the table. Cracks began to form in the corners of the room, and slowly, the water started pouring in. It filled the room, uprooting the memories that were hung on the walls. A heart shaped box floated to the top of the water. The open lid revealed a small light. With a sudden swell, the water extinguished the glow. At last, the ocean drained out of the room, leaving only destruction.
The firestorm whipped above his head with an intense heat. He quickly turned his water hose on himself and prayed it would be enough to save his life. He didn't even think of the dogs that had run off in the yard earlier. He saw the orange flames lick at the trees in the wash not ten feet from him. How much longer would this measly hose keep him from the painful burns that waited for him? Then as quickly as it had come, the fire roared past him to continue on its destructive path. He was alive.
Jeff's eyes opened a crack. The sun beat down on him and he had to shut them again. He rolled over on to his stomach and re-opened them. He could see the cracked ground beneath him. Dirt covered his bloody hands. He tried to call for someone, anyone, but his throat was too dry to let any sound escape. He had been lost in this canyon for four days now. He grabbed his canteen and tried to coax some hidden drops from it, but just as the morning before, there were no drops to drink. He slowly fumbled his way to his feet, and looked to the ridge of the canyon. He scanned all around him. Nothing. No water, and no people. He fell to his knees and cried into his hands. Suddenly he was in shadow, and he felt a warm touch on his shoulder. He smiled and closed his eyes, as the spirit took him home.
Wind whipped through the stone corridor, almost extiguishing the torch in Red's hand. She paused, and listened around her. She could hear voices from the room in front of her. As water dripped from the earth above her head, she wrapped her cloak around her tighter and pressed on. She came to a wooden door that was cracked and worn. It seems Sylan's underlings hadn't been taking care of his lair in recent years. The voices from the other side seemed to be chanting in a tounge she hadn't heard before. She dropped the torch to the ground and drew both of her swords. Saying a quick prayer in her head, she kicked open the door and prepared to fight.
Matt was thirsty. He thirsted for the beauty of music. He wanted to feel it rise up from his soul and pour out through his fingertips, bringing his guitar to life. He closed his eyes and bowed his head down towards the guitar, as if he was hearing it tell him a secret. His left hand traced up and down the neck, resting on certain chords. With the thumb of his right hand, he gently brushed against the strings. He was immersed in the sounds. After a few minutes of being lost in the music, he looked up out of the window of his bedroom, and the Arizona sunset reflected into his brown eyes. He cherished moments like this, where music and nature blended together to form a truly beautiful duet.
She heard the birds chatter in the trees around her. They whispered songs of joy and springtime. The smell of the poppies enticed her to pick them, but she stayed where she was, laying on the sidewalk. The clouds drifted above her, and she dreamed of feeling their softness upon her cheek. She breathed in and out so slowly and calmly. Peace was all she felt. She closed her eyes and a smile appeared upon her face. She gave no thoughts to the red liquid pouring from the wounds her attacker had left her with. The fear she had felt only minutes before was long gone from her mind. She wondered what was next. Finally, she lost the strength to hold on to this world, and she was gone.
She watched him as he picked out the perfect wine. He checked all the labels carefully. He was looking for something specific. She brushed her hair out of her eyes then walked over to him.
"I always get red." She said to him with a smile.
He looked at her and smiled back.
"Me too." he replyed.
"What's the occasion?" She asked, hoping it wasn't for a girlfriend.
"Just sold one of my paintings for some big bucks. Thought I would get some wine to celebrate, though I must say, I'm celebrating alone tonight."
She fingered her necklace, trying to hide the nerves in her voice.
"Would you like some company?"
She lay on the grass, looking up at the shapes the stars formed in the night sky. Her senses were overwhelmed by the beauty. The twinkling of the lights above called to her. She longed to be able to see beyond them, to the galaxies that lie further into space. The milky way streched across the sky, and the sight of it brought a surge of tears from her eyes. A shooting star caught her attention as it darted through space, and she closed her eyes to wish on it.
She wanted to be wanted. She wanted so badly to be important to just one person. She wanted someone to ask her how her day had been. Someone to kiss her and hold her hand when she felt sad. She wanted someone reliable. Someone who would never forget about her. She wanted so very much.
There was one man who wanted to do all these things for her. Unfortunately, his want for release overshadowed his want for her.
She was left alone as the holes in his brain filled with smoke.
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