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(PART TWO)
"Answer me.." He said in a hushed tone, lifting his hand to squeeze on my lower jaw. That familiar crawl of my insides started, but I reminded myself that he wouldn't risk it, not just before work. I swallowed hard and gave him a look of understanding, one that spoke volumes, ones that understood what he was trying to get at.
He leaned in close, a breath away from my lips, "Good," then kissed me lightly, and let go of my face. He pulled the towel from the refrigerator door handle as Riley skidded into the room, and wiped what was left of the mask from his fingers.
by ~D8K
The Birth Of DeathHe moved swiftly down the corridor, pausing at every door, ear pressed against the cool wood as he listened intently for any sounds. Arthur, never the one for stealth, had to be sure that no one was about him, for if they were he would probably sound like a heard of elephants in that tiny hallway. The space, though cramped, sported tall ceilings that seemed to echo every laboured breath he was taking. Anxious, he moved on and to the next door. His head leaned in and there it was. Soft rumbling came from inside the room, rhythmical snoring. He slipped his hand under the fold of his cloak and withdrew a slender tool and knelt to the doorknob. PThe Birth Of Death
by ~D8K
Oh Brave O'BrianIt hurt.Oh Brave O'Brian
Every breath that dragged into my chest and every expulsion from it. The panic attack lasted for so long, long enough to enable the shock to take over. Blissful shock. The pain faded, my limbs numbed and I regrew my strength. Strength enough to gather myself, my wits, and push off the floor halfway. What a nasty floor it was. Dirt hid beneath my nails, caked there from my crawl up the stairwell. This wasn't the place I had imagined myself to be. It was all too much, but it was never enough.
Carefully I shimmied my way towards my door, pausing only long enough to slip my fingers into my pocket and
by ~D8K
Revere of a Rou'VerThere comes a time in every man's life when he must choose a path. Be it the left path or the right, the beaten or less traveled. He must choose his destiny, choose from what is good or bad and choose to make that choice with conviction. There are no right or wrongs. There are no definitive answers. There is only the knowledge of what we hold closest to our hearts and what we turn our heads from. What we believe to be truth and what accost for being lies.Revere of a Rou'Ver
I am a liar. I am what you would call a creature of lies.
It was not always this way. There was a time when I was a man that had little to do with choices. I let ot
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