SAVIOURS WITH BLOODY FINGERS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kevin Lucas x OC fic. Hope you enjoy!
SUMMARY: When Kevin meets Britt, he's captivated by her spirit. Her freedom to think freely, to walk without anybody's guidance, to believe in herself despite the world viewing her as a freak. As he tries to tame her, he realizes it will be difficult. The first time he touches her hand, he feels the static. When he first kisses her, he feels like flying. When she falls in love with him, nothing could be better.
She has saved him. Saved him from destruction, saved him from depression. Because she loves him.
In one moment it's taken away from him. An accident, leaving Britt paralyzed and unable to show her spirit anymore. She loses her luster, loses her wildness that made him fall in love in the first place.
And now, he must make the hardest choice he ever will in his life. It's time for him to save her. To save her to show he loves her.
To show how far love is willing to take him.
To show how far a young man will go to let the girl he loves fly again.
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And he keeps playing the game,
Just in case there's actually a game to play
Kevin Lucas looks at himself in the mirror. Another year has gone by, it's January, for God's sakes, and nothing's new. Same face. Same hands, same eyes. He looks the same, and basically, Goddammit, he is the same. Nothing new. No New Year, let alone a happy one.
Well there's the age. He's twenty now, isn't that something to be proud of. He feels so sarcastic; it's impossible to express it. He's not old enough to drink, but he's way past the part of stage when he's an adult. He's still growing, but pretty near done. He's tall, but not tall enough. He's handsome, but not handsome enough. He feels so incredibly awkward; it's like being thirteen all over again and he feels like laughing out loud but he can't because it's not funny.
He hates it. He hates it more than anything, wants to scream out loud and punch a wall and get the anger out of his system. But he can't.
He feels so misunderstood and he wants to cry and moan about it just like when he was a teenager, slam the door loudly, run outside and do something drastic but he can't because he's too old to be able to do things like that. But not old enough not to feel it.
There can't be any stage more awkward then this.
He's so scared. He bites his lip as he stares into that shallow reflection that is himself and he doesn't know what to do. He wants to scream, but he keeps it in so his soul keeps screaming inside and asking to get out.
So he sticks to routine. Putting some gel in his hair, he spikes it, brushes his teeth, and slips on a jacket. Time to get back to work. It's show-time.
Sliding his toothbrush over his teeth he wonders what's going to happen with his life. A lot of his old friends have gotten married already, my God, and he doesn't even have a girl that he's interested in. They all turn him off and he's so scared he's going to end up a bachelor who complains all day about missing out.
Missing out. Those two words scare him more than anything in the world. He doesn't know what he's going to do, he doesn't know how he's going to do it. He's just afraid that he'll miss out on a chance to find something that he wants to do.
Sighing to himself, he rinses out his mouth and checks himself out in the mirror. Nothing new. Same guy, same face, same Kevin.
He grabs his keys to his car and starts off, hoping that maybe something new will happen today.
He highly doubts it.
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