Annndddd... My first story of this account! If you like it, leave a review. If you love it, feel free to PM me. If you hate it, tell me why. JUST REVIEW.
Dedicated to Japan and all those live and dead. My heart is with you.
This is called Burning Down the Sky
It's like this Bullets, love notes or bridges, Arthur and Ariadne burn them all down.
Please note that The chapters will be short, but constant. At least, as constant as I can type them out.
And and Aaaanndddd KURT AND BLAINE. I'm such a kick-ass normally, but OH. MY. GOD. I nearly squealed when they kissed!
I do NOT ownGunfight at the O.K. Corral. Frankie Laine and co. do. I just thought the lyrics went well with my scenario.
Bullets flew through the air and splattered crimson blood against the walls. The night sky was blurred with orange's and indigo's; even pale buildings twisted into something much darker in the moonlight.
The wind brought the scent of weed and red wine, cheap fifty-cent whores loitered at every corner, making eyes at the highest bidder.
The alley ways swerving to the left and right brought escape to those spilling red across the sidewalk. Barrels of black, small and large alike, pointed and aimed at every head in sight. It was everything a civilian could do to avoid this part of town.
The rotting Warehouse had everything but a bright red target on its roof, as Arthur and Ariadne realized at midnight on Tuesday.
"Duck! Switch! Behind! Twist!" The pattern of calls spurred from the pair's alternating throats as they defended themselves the only way they knew how: guns. Ariadne ducked a blast from a shotgun and landed a bullet right between her targets matching almond eyes. She screamed to Arthur that someone was "behind! Behind! FUCKING BEHIND YOU! GODDAMMIT, ARTHUR!"
The point-man barely managed to drop to the floor in time for the architect to send a bullet into the mans heart.
They flew from all around, and he almost doubted their ability to survive this feud. But, he had Ariadne to protect, and if it was the last thing he did, he would get her to safety. But, he managed, somehow, someway.
And it went a little something like this.
there the outlaw band made their final stand
must i lay down my gun or take the chance of losing you forever
Her face was red with fear, anger and betrayal as he kicked his gun across the room and stared straight into her eyes. She froze a moment before shouting, screaming, yelling for him to grab it back up. "FUCK, ARTHUR!"
His smirk was the last thing her chocolate orbs took in before a blast was sent straight through her brain and death splattered the floor.