Another Chance
Full summary: It's just a normal day in the life of Tru Davies. That is, until the body is brought into the morgue. The dead young man asks for Tru's help not only for himself, but for another as well. Tru has 12 hours to find out who the other victim is and save them both from dying...again. But it's not as easy as it might sound...
Okay, this is my first attempt at a crossover fic, and trust me to choose a really difficult one lol! I know that at least one person doesn't think this'll work, but here's hoping for the best. fingers crossed Btw, this was written at 12:30pm so that's my excuse if it sucks ;)
OWTF...
Chapter 1
"Set a fire in our flesh!"
The cold yet somehow emotionless order echoed through the chamber. A man with long, grey hair stood upon a tower of wood, a scowl settled on his face. He was covered in some sort of sticky looking substance, which dripped from his body insistently, landing with a small splash at either his feet or on the body that lay near him.
Several guards were standing in a tight circle around this makeshift tower, clasping torches, the flame at the end of each pole dancing silently. As one, they all moved forward and lowered their torches, holding the flames against the wood, waiting for them to spread. At last the flames leapt from the torch onto the wood, where they quickly increased in size, licking greedily at the wood.
The guards quickly moved away, out of range of the dangerous flames that threatened to take their lives. Fear was evident in their faces; fear and uncertainty. Each of them wanted to extinguish the fire which was by now dancing so high it was almost touching the ceiling, each one of them wanted to save the two men before them. But a greater fear of what the grey-haired man would do to them if they interfered held them back.
Atop the tower, the grey-haired man watched the flames surround him. He lazily stretched out a hand and touched one of them, not even wincing as it burnt his flesh and travelled up his cloak sleeve. He turned slowly to the body lying next to him and crouched down.
"Farewell Faramir," he murmured. "Captain of Gondor...my son."
And with that, he lay down beside the younger man – and the flames engulfed them both. His broken cries of pain and sorrow shrieked around the large chamber, pounding on eardrums, and the acrid smell of burning flesh became unbearable.
One of the guards, beside himself with grief, threw himself to the floor, screaming, "My Lord! Noooooo!"
In the shadows near the large oak doors crouched a figure, small as a child, yet he seemed older. He had auburn curls atop his head, and silent tears stained his deathly white face. He wore armour, slightly too big for him, and a large, white tree was splayed across his chest. He choked on the fumes from the fire, and pounded the wall with his tiny fist.
Okay, this is my first attempt at a crossover fic, and trust me to choose a really difficult one lol! I know that at least one person doesn't think this'll work, but here's hoping for the best. fingers crossed Btw, this was written at 12:30pm so that's my excuse if it sucks ;)
OWTF...
Chapter 1
"Set a fire in our flesh!"
The cold yet somehow emotionless order echoed through the chamber. A man with long, grey hair stood upon a tower of wood, a scowl settled on his face. He was covered in some sort of sticky looking substance, which dripped from his body insistently, landing with a small splash at either his feet or on the body that lay near him.
Several guards were standing in a tight circle around this makeshift tower, clasping torches, the flame at the end of each pole dancing silently. As one, they all moved forward and lowered their torches, holding the flames against the wood, waiting for them to spread. At last the flames leapt from the torch onto the wood, where they quickly increased in size, licking greedily at the wood.
The guards quickly moved away, out of range of the dangerous flames that threatened to take their lives. Fear was evident in their faces; fear and uncertainty. Each of them wanted to extinguish the fire which was by now dancing so high it was almost touching the ceiling, each one of them wanted to save the two men before them. But a greater fear of what the grey-haired man would do to them if they interfered held them back.
Atop the tower, the grey-haired man watched the flames surround him. He lazily stretched out a hand and touched one of them, not even wincing as it burnt his flesh and travelled up his cloak sleeve. He turned slowly to the body lying next to him and crouched down.
"Farewell Faramir," he murmured. "Captain of Gondor...my son."
And with that, he lay down beside the younger man – and the flames engulfed them both. His broken cries of pain and sorrow shrieked around the large chamber, pounding on eardrums, and the acrid smell of burning flesh became unbearable.
One of the guards, beside himself with grief, threw himself to the floor, screaming, "My Lord! Noooooo!"
In the shadows near the large oak doors crouched a figure, small as a child, yet he seemed older. He had auburn curls atop his head, and silent tears stained his deathly white face. He wore armour, slightly too big for him, and a large, white tree was splayed across his chest. He choked on the fumes from the fire, and pounded the wall with his tiny fist.
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sorry it's such a short first chapter, but there was no way of lengthening it without it getting boring. hope ya liked