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Subject: [LegionDenial] Heaven's Above- Chapter 2
Heaven's Above - Chapter 2
Author: slayerangel4ever
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"Doyle? Is it really you?" Cordelia asked, glaring through the light that
flowed around him.
"Yes, Princess, its really me... Better yet, what are you doing here?" he
asked gently.
"Ahh..." she began, at a loss for words, so unlike her.
"I thought you were stronger than that, Cordelia," Doyle said, in a almost
scolding, dissapoint voice.
"Well, I guess you didnt know me that well, huh?" she asked in a bitter
voice, tears springing to her eyes.
Doyle simply ignored the comment, like he hadnt heard it and ushered her
out and through a clouded door.
***
"Where are we?" Cordelia asked, alittle confused.
Her eyes hurt, everywhere you looked, light and more light.
"Your eyes will adjust in a moment and this, this is Heaven."
"Heaven," she whispered, looking around.
***
All around there were children playing out horses and merry-go-rounds. Some
ate cotton candy, others candy apples. Then if you turned around there were
teenagers kissing in the moonlight abd a couple walking through the grass
on a hot, sunny day. Everything was ... together.
***
"How can this be?" Cordelia asked, lightly, more of a gasp.
Doyle chuckled.
"We see everything at once, but for them, they are all alone. Those
teenagers just see them and the moonlight. The couple the grass and the
sun. The children, the carnival and the candies. They see what they want to
see."
"Wow, so this is heaven. Where will I go Doyle?" she asked.
"Not here Cordelia," he said with a look of pain and dissapointment on his
face.
"Then where?" she asked, bewildered.
"Someplace better? France?" she asked, hopeful.
He just looked at her.
"Your dead, Cordelia, remember? You slit your wrists and your not going
anywhere but to hell, love," he said with sadness in his voice.
"Hell?" Cordelia murmured, outraged more than anything.
Subject: [LegionDenial] Heaven's Above- Chapter 2
Heaven's Above - Chapter 2
Author: slayerangel4ever
Feedback: Always
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"Doyle? Is it really you?" Cordelia asked, glaring through the light that
flowed around him.
"Yes, Princess, its really me... Better yet, what are you doing here?" he
asked gently.
"Ahh..." she began, at a loss for words, so unlike her.
"I thought you were stronger than that, Cordelia," Doyle said, in a almost
scolding, dissapoint voice.
"Well, I guess you didnt know me that well, huh?" she asked in a bitter
voice, tears springing to her eyes.
Doyle simply ignored the comment, like he hadnt heard it and ushered her
out and through a clouded door.
***
"Where are we?" Cordelia asked, alittle confused.
Her eyes hurt, everywhere you looked, light and more light.
"Your eyes will adjust in a moment and this, this is Heaven."
"Heaven," she whispered, looking around.
***
All around there were children playing out horses and merry-go-rounds. Some
ate cotton candy, others candy apples. Then if you turned around there were
teenagers kissing in the moonlight abd a couple walking through the grass
on a hot, sunny day. Everything was ... together.
***
"How can this be?" Cordelia asked, lightly, more of a gasp.
Doyle chuckled.
"We see everything at once, but for them, they are all alone. Those
teenagers just see them and the moonlight. The couple the grass and the
sun. The children, the carnival and the candies. They see what they want to
see."
"Wow, so this is heaven. Where will I go Doyle?" she asked.
"Not here Cordelia," he said with a look of pain and dissapointment on his
face.
"Then where?" she asked, bewildered.
"Someplace better? France?" she asked, hopeful.
He just looked at her.
"Your dead, Cordelia, remember? You slit your wrists and your not going
anywhere but to hell, love," he said with sadness in his voice.
"Hell?" Cordelia murmured, outraged more than anything.