morganashleigh
He is bad. He is well aware of this, yet he seeks the older man's approval, the man who caused his life to be turned around, perfectly upside down and straight all at the same time. He set him on the right track, stole him away from those who tried so desperately to drag him into the mud. He believed in him, and all Neal ever wanted was to make Peter proud.
"I'm headed back to HQ," she panted in her mouthpiece.
Her breath had been stolen from her by three very large watch dogs that seemed very intent on eating her skin, and she was having a difficult time stealing it back. Thinking that she had lost them, she deemed it was safe to return to base.
How wrong she was.
Have you ever wanted to seem as something more? Something more than just human, something more than just a girl, something more than just 16?
How does one accomplish such?
I want to. I want to seem as big as the universe, not for a means of being important, but just so that I can one day say that my life was beautiful. My life was not dull nor was it boring. I was more than your average 16 year old human girl, because my life was beautiful.
The residue he left on her soul, that was permanent. It wasn't something she could wash off, something that would fade with age. It was a permanent scar, a burn on her very being, plain as could be, if only one would merely look in her eyes.
Her pen pushed to paper, and along came her sprawling signature. She was the first, the first of millions that would sign it.
Each of those signatures would bring her closer to her goal, closer to completing what needed to be completed 20 years ago. She was the first one, taking the first step.
Everyone would follow.
Bright festive colors filled the streets, crowded so much so that one could not tell which way to go to get anywhere. The roaring in his ears was deafening, the lights blind ing but still he could not wipe the smile off of his face. Alcohol was being passed from hand to hand, beads being flung into the crowd from the floats going down the street. The only thing his muddled mind could form as a thought was:
'Damn. This sure is a hell of a way to celebrate.'
Push, pull. Tug, shove. Bend, break.
It was all force in their world, no asking nor questioning. There was no time for that, not in the time of war. She was told what to do and expected to do such. She knew it bothered others, but it did not bother her. That was what she had been created for, to obey and do as told.
"Jump," Master would say.
"How high?" came her reply.
STRIKE!
Came the blow across her exposed buttocks, her lips clamping shut in order to prevent herself from crying out. She knew that if she cried out if would only make everything worse; she wasn't allowed to make any noise, not when she was being reprimanded. Tears budded at her eyes and her chest swelled, constricting the small amount of oxygen she was taking in.
It was her fault, for leaving.
This was her punishment.
He could feel it approaching. It was seeping into the room from the door that was still closed, and moving across the room to slowly suffocate him. He knew that resistance was futile, and that there was no need to be panicked. After all, he was an old man, and Death was always near.
But now it was upon him.
the smells of boiling ramen filled the apartment, lifting David off his feet by his nose, carrying hin through the apartment to the kitchen. he saw adrian in the kitchen, cooking and singing under her breath while she cooked. his sister always made the best ramen, the kind that not only soothed the stomach, as well as your soul.
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