The way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version. If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review
saying where. I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
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Francie and Will walked up the pathway to the house slowly, Francie examining his
swollen jaw and black eye.
"I can't believe you got mugged. Only you would wander around the bad part of town
in the middle of the night. I mean, jeez Will, no story is that amazing."
"I know," Will winced pulling away from her and pointedly looking at the ground,
"No story is worth this. I got it."
Francie sighed at him as they neared the door. "We should have some ice for your
face-," she stopped and gasped as she tripped over something in front of the door. Will
grabbed her by the arm and held her up while she regained her balance.
They looked down at the ground, seeing a figure lying in front of the door, unmoving.
"Oh my god," Francie whispered.
She leaned down and pulled on the figure's shoulder, turning them over. The porch
light shone onto the face on the ground and Francie's eyes grew wide. "Sydney?!"
Will stood there unmoving as he took in the blue hair and the revealing leather
clothing before his eyes moved on, registering the bruises and the cuts marring her
previously perfect skin. Will knelt down, his arms shaking violently as he felt for a pulse.
It was there, but weak, so weak. Her breathing was shallow and irregular.
"Call an ambulance Francie," Will choked out as he tried to come up with a scenario
that had him waking up very soon from a horrible dream brought on by sausage and
pineapple pizza eaten at two o'clock in the morning.
Vaguely he heard Francie's panicked voice speaking to the operator as he gently
brushed the blue hair off of her face, the tears slipping down his cheeks at the sight of the
prominent bruise covering most of the right side of her face.
He felt arms pulling at him and he fought back. They wouldn't take Sydney from him,
he'd protect her.
He heard Francie's voice in his ear as he snapped back into reality, finally seeing the
flashing lights of the ambulance and the paramedics trying to move him out of the way.
He let himself be guided without resistance and he found himself clinging to Francie with
all the strength he had left, feeling her tears soaking into his shirt.
As they lifted her onto a gurney and rolled her towards the street he caught a glimpse of
her arm, the small red holes burning into his vision and snapping his mind back into
reality.
"Come on," he whispered to Francie, "We have to get to the hospital."
She nodded and they walked towards her car, his eyes focused on the ambulance
disappearing around the corner and the police that swarmed over the lawn.
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I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version. If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review
saying where. I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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Francie and Will walked up the pathway to the house slowly, Francie examining his
swollen jaw and black eye.
"I can't believe you got mugged. Only you would wander around the bad part of town
in the middle of the night. I mean, jeez Will, no story is that amazing."
"I know," Will winced pulling away from her and pointedly looking at the ground,
"No story is worth this. I got it."
Francie sighed at him as they neared the door. "We should have some ice for your
face-," she stopped and gasped as she tripped over something in front of the door. Will
grabbed her by the arm and held her up while she regained her balance.
They looked down at the ground, seeing a figure lying in front of the door, unmoving.
"Oh my god," Francie whispered.
She leaned down and pulled on the figure's shoulder, turning them over. The porch
light shone onto the face on the ground and Francie's eyes grew wide. "Sydney?!"
Will stood there unmoving as he took in the blue hair and the revealing leather
clothing before his eyes moved on, registering the bruises and the cuts marring her
previously perfect skin. Will knelt down, his arms shaking violently as he felt for a pulse.
It was there, but weak, so weak. Her breathing was shallow and irregular.
"Call an ambulance Francie," Will choked out as he tried to come up with a scenario
that had him waking up very soon from a horrible dream brought on by sausage and
pineapple pizza eaten at two o'clock in the morning.
Vaguely he heard Francie's panicked voice speaking to the operator as he gently
brushed the blue hair off of her face, the tears slipping down his cheeks at the sight of the
prominent bruise covering most of the right side of her face.
He felt arms pulling at him and he fought back. They wouldn't take Sydney from him,
he'd protect her.
He heard Francie's voice in his ear as he snapped back into reality, finally seeing the
flashing lights of the ambulance and the paramedics trying to move him out of the way.
He let himself be guided without resistance and he found himself clinging to Francie with
all the strength he had left, feeling her tears soaking into his shirt.
As they lifted her onto a gurney and rolled her towards the street he caught a glimpse of
her arm, the small red holes burning into his vision and snapping his mind back into
reality.
"Come on," he whispered to Francie, "We have to get to the hospital."
She nodded and they walked towards her car, his eyes focused on the ambulance
disappearing around the corner and the police that swarmed over the lawn.
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