I'm gonna try this again but with little itsy bitsy chapters instead of huge ones.
Here goes!
Beep.
Rewind.
Delete.
Pink eyes locked with blue eyes, oblivious to the snow hitting them like darts as the two girls spiralled-delete- corkscrewed around each other, trying to force the other to land.
Aphrodite pressed her lightweight body against Psyche's and hugged the blond tightly. Psyche, Aphrodite's elder by just over two decades, struggled against the pink angel's iron grip. Sharp bould- delete- sparks of pain laced up her neck as Aphrodite sank her dagger-like teeth into Psyche's shoulder and tore the entire muscle out. The blonde matched Aphrodite's smirk as the latter unhinged her jaw and swallowed the bloody mass in one gulp. Almost instantly, her skin took on a new-delete- brighter shine.
"What was the point of that?" Psyche asked, malice dripping every-delete coating every word. Aphrodite grinned, barring her gleaming teeth.
"I brushed my teeth this morning," Psyche rolled her eyes.
"Well that's nice- delete. Well, what a relief. I won't get an infection."
"With anti-regeneration paste. Your arm is us-delete- You'll bleed to death."
"It takes hours to bleed to death."
"Ya, I know. That's why I'm going to suck your blood-delete."
"So what was the point?" Psyche snarled. Aphrodite looked almost thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"Do you want the cold, hard truth, the long version or Inuyasha in a nutshell?"
"What the hell? Inuyasha? Are you nuts or something?" Psyche snapped, Aphrodite's indirect manner cooling down the thrill of chasing and even perhaps killing a so-called 'Perfect' and making her irritable.
"Oh? Nut? Ahlright, one word," the pink-haired girl held up a slim finger, "Distraction." Psyche looked up, or down in this case and saw the cold, grey cement rushing up to greet their plunge. She made an attempt to unfurl her wings but Aphrodite shook her head and chuckled.
"I destroyed your wings when we started this fall."
"Why does it have to be so cold," he muttered, forcing himself not to whine. Yzak opened his mouth to tease him but thought better of it as a gust of chilly wind whistled through their clothes. Nicol shut his eyes tightly and bent his head against the onslaught of snow. The wind died down and he blinked the ice crystals out of his eyes. The five continued on until a splashing sound caused them to stop.
"We're walking in blood," Rusty noted.
"If the wind died down we could figure out where it was coming from," Athrun said quietly.
"Do we really want to?" Nicol asked. The five exchanged glances, all remembering the stay in Caracas.
Little Chapter! Do you like long chapters or short?