Hey Guys, I know that i haven't been writing for a while but I am trying a new style in this story, the idea was that this could be applied to any fanfiction.
If you are wondering why i used castle, it is because that was one of the fanfictions that i have written other stories about.
His voice sounded unrecognizable as he screamed her name, again and again, even though he knew she couldn't hear her. They had hit her hard, there was bright red blood flowing from a large cut in her forehead, her shoulder was at an awkward angle and she probably had some broken ribs.
He could look away as she just lay there, motionless, her attacker standing over her, smirking. This was not how it was meant to end, their happy ever after was now taken over by their defeat.
They had failed, she was hurt and it was entirely his fault.
He couldn't move, only watch as the victor lifted her limp, bloody body in triumphantly. Why hadn't he protected her? But instead she had to save him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the bellowing voice of the villain, "Finally, victory will be mine when you fall."
He wasn't looking at the attacker, all he could watch was the pained expressions of her as she tried desperately to open her eye. After an enormous amount of effort she succeeded she stared long and hard into his eyes. He knew that talking would be too much of an effort for her but he could see her mouthing the word 'run'.
Even when she in pain and lost all hope, she was still trying to save him. A single tear, that he had been fighting so hard to hold back, escaped down his cheek as he nodded.
He took one last look at her, watch her as she gave into the darkness and he ran, as far and fast as his legs could take him, his cheeks were now soaked with his tears that had now been unleashed.
The pain was unbearable as he legs gave out now that he was a safe distance away, he crumbled, all he could see when he closed his eyes all he could see was he limp, bloody form laying lifeless on the ground where he had left her alone with her conqueror. He curled into a ball, hugging his legs to his chest, slowing rocking back and forth. He could only thing of one thing, he had run away when she had needed him the most she ever had.
He felt a presents behind but he did not care, if the attacker had come for him then he would at least be with her. He was prepared for the end only to feel a comforting, warm hand on his shoulder. They spoke to him but he could barely hear it over the sound of his whimpering with every tear that fell down his face.
They didn't need him to tell them what happen for them to understand what had happened to her. Together they lifted him to his feet and held him steady as he legs shook as he slowly was able to piece himself together.
He heard their voices speak in unison, we will find her, he felt the word give him strength and he shrugged them off as he leg gained strength, now able to hold himself.
Together, their first move was to trace back to wear he had run from, it was slow and there was doubt about every turn they took. The sun had begun to set, and as the light started to disappear, the winds grow colder.
By the time they reached the warehouse they were all hunched over, shaking, wanting to get out of the cold.
He knew that she would not still be there but his heart was still hoping that she had been left alone. He drew is breath as he reached for the door, his hand now shaking vigorously as he grasped the door knob, he pulled in hard for the others to rush into the darkness, guns at the ready.
He drowned out the endless echo of the others calling out clear, his mind was blank as his legs carried him towards where he had last seen her.
His feet stopped and he fell to his knee, she was gone, the only way he knew she had been there was the cold puddle of blood that had her rough outline in the centre of it.
He had been too late.
He had no idea how much time had passed as he sat there, time seemed to speed up as people turned into blurs, processing he crime scene.
It wasn't until the others put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back from the blood. He didn't notice when they started lead him away towards a car, they started to talk to him but he could only stare straight ahead, not willing to take in any more information.
He could only thing of the events that had happened to lead him to this, he could not stop replaying it over and over in his head. He knew that he was missing something, a small detail that could help them find her.
Hours seemed to pass, the night grew darker until the moon appeared as a beacon of light through the dark and villainous clouds. He slowly closed his eyes, turning his face towards the bright light, wanting to take in its purity and strength. He almost forgot his troubles, but as he reopened his eyes he felt the overwhelming darkness consume him. The moon that had given him so much strength now had been swallowed by the darkness, along with all his hopes of ever finding her.
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