A picture made by one of my friends here on fanfic, Spoonful of Lead. She made a really awesome picture on Deviantart and I posted this as a b-day present for her. ^.^ Enjoy!
He stared at her, watching her sobbing form convulse in her soft sheets. The curves of her body bending in soft ways. He remember how he loved running his hands up and down the valleys and hills of her body. Touching her with his human hands.
. He heard her scream his name into her pillow. Her heaven tones full of love and sorrow. His heart cracked like fragile ice. Kevin never thought something so beautiful, so perfect, could be wrecked with such a back breaking grief. He rampaged through his messy memories to find a time when that angelic voice was light with joy. He couldn't recall that happier time.
His yellow eyes gazed at her, longing to smash the wall between them. The part of his mind that was still clinging to his slipping sanity wanted to rescue the breaking red haired girl. To stop her from shattering, hold her, kiss away her stinging tears.
Kevin wasn't happy. Nothing could satisfy him. Not each killing he committed, the vengeance he got. Not the limitless power flowing through his bulging body. Gwen could only fill the gaping hole in him. The thing he needed the most was so untouchable.
His very soul ached for her, craved to be with her. But he couldn't...he wouldn't allow himself to hurt her. He wanted the bottomless pits of energy stored in his girlfriend's body. The swirling temptations that lied beneath her pearly skin was so hard to resist. Each second of thinking of her brought another about killing her.
Gwen couldn't breathe, not even with all the air in the world. She wasn't seeing straight. The world was void of color, of substance. There was no meaning to things. Everything was two dimensional, flat and stoic. Kevin left with her heart and it was killing her.
She missed him so much. She wanted him to be here. Drive around with him, sitting in his passenger seat. The way she knew she could close her eyes in battle and he would never allow a hit to knock her down. The way they kissed for hours on end, their bodies pressed together in a a loving passion. She missed the smell of motor oil and spicy cinnamon that always clanged to Kevin's chiseled form of muscles.
He was out there some where, fighting with the power that controlled him. Trying to regain his humanity, trying to come home. Kevin, the hero of the universe, deserved a metal of honor not a hulking monstrous form of twisted limbs.
Still, Gwen was powerless to stop him. Stop Ben from attempting to kill her love. She cried because she was weak, when Kevin needed her the most. She couldn't be his hero when he was the victim. Her tears dampened her pillows, her body shaking with each new tear that fell.
"Kevin!" Her loud cries muffled by the damp blue pillow. Her heart was empty and lacking.
The moon reflecting on the clear viewing glass was setting, peeks of purplish black was calling in the horizon. Time was running out; he needed to leave. Staring lovingly as a deformed alien monster mix could, Kevin whispered a small goodbye before going moving his intangible body away from the Tennyson home.
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