The Fall
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Thread Topic: The Fall
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He creeped down the stairs, gun in his hand, as he padded past his father's body. The screaming from the kitchen had stopped...
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She looked out the window as the sun started to rise and slowly she drifted off to sleep.
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He dropped into a low crouch, and moved slowly, finding another blood trail. He peered into the kitchen, and the image would haunt him his entire life.
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She buried herself into her blankets, wrapped all around them and at some point she kicked her pants off like she always did.
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A man, dressed in rough clothes, stood next to the table. His mother lay on the table, lifeless blue eyes boring holes in the ceiling. Her clothes were ripped, and the man was standing between her legs. Michael raised his pistol in anger, and fired three times. All three bullets entering the chest of the man, who fell away. Running on nothing but rage, Michael stood over the body and brought the pistol to bear.
"Please... Have mercy..." the man choked, grasping for a cross at his neck.
Michael snorted, "God will have mercy on them. I have none for you." And then he put a final round into the rapists head. -
Grabbing her pillow she rumbled and nuzzled into it as if it would suddenly be someone that she wanted.
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He awoke with a violent start, panting lightly. That nightmare again. It had haunted him since it happened. He had never breathed a word about it to anyone, not his family, not his best friend. It was his burden to carry, and his alone.
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Suddenly a hand was placed along her shoulder and she jolted swinging out an connected with soft yet blucky flesh. "Kiddo! Hey knock it off!" Her dad yelled and rubbed his shoulder. "Me and your mom are going out.. Stay out of trouble." She relaxed. "Love you guys." She grumped and slid back under the covers.
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Michael stayed awake. Nobody knew he had nightmares, and he never admitted it. He simply carried on, which was all he could do.
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She stayed in bed, watching and waiting. She felt no need to get up. Something tickled at the back of her mind... Something about a project.
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Early, his phone rang and a throaty roar came from outside. Francis. He put on sweats and a sleeveless shirt and walked outside, where he greeted his old friend.
For his part, Francis, Frey to friends, detected a new scent off his best friend. Werewolf. So, they were here too? -
Nuzzling her pillow she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to hold onto someone.
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They hauled the scrap metal out, and began working it into the proper shape. They caught up on events at his hometown, and Michael sighed. He missed it all.
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Pulling herself out of bed she shuffled into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair. Then did her make up. She had yet to put on pants. Walking downstairs she grabbed some waffles.
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Michael grabbed his phone and send Ally a text: "Hey, its Michael. I'm just putting the finishing touches on the shield, if you want to come and work on it."
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