Cullen Cliches

by xxfanpirexx

A cliché is a phrase, expression, or idea that has been overused to the point of losing its intended force or novelty. It is frequently used in modern culture to reference an action or idea that is expected or predictable based on a prior event.

2. Running

Running

By xxfanpirexx

Cliché type: Chases

POV: Third Person

Story type: Alternate universe, all human

"Come out; come out, wherever you are…"

Mike Newton's voice, high for a man, echoed through the empty warehouse. His boots made footsteps that bounced off the walls, and came at Bella and Edward, who were trying to find a way out without getting caught. Even thought the warehouse was empty of product, there were many old machines, dormant since the mid-sixties.

Bella and Edward were weaving through the lanes of machinery, yearning to be released. There was one, small, uncovered piece of concrete, and once they reached it, it was there, rather than in the mess, that Bella fell. As Edward stopped to pull her up, Mike's footsteps came louder, and closer.

"Tsk, tsk, you actually think that you can escape? Not very likely…" He called out, he voice creeping into the couple's ears.

Edward grabbed Bella by her hand, and pulled her from the ground. Even though they could run faster on their own, nothing was more important to either of them than staying together, whether alive or dead. They would die together, rather than leave the other behind.

Bella mentally cursed the high heels Alice had put her in. Bella had commented on their impracticality, to which Alice replied, "It's not as if you will be doing much running tonight, right?"

Bella and Edward were quickly tiring, their energy draining as they pushed themselves farther and farther away from Mike, but it was almost as if the energy that dissipated from them, was absorbed into Mike's body.

The two kept stopping to throw various objects lying around the machinery in the path behind them, such as trashcans, and planks of wood.

But, it took Mike less time to jump over the things than it took Edward to throw the things down. Mike was getting closer and closer.

"Here kitty-kitty… you will never get out of here…until I clip your toenails!"

Edward and Bella looked at each other.

"Toenails?"

"You didn't think that I was talking to you two, did you?"

"Well who else is here?"

"I was talking to my kitten, Meowers!"

"Kitten?"

"Well, yeah, my cat and I were walking, and I accidentally let go of her, and she ran into this factory, and I was trying to find her."

"That makes sense, I guess." Edward muttered.

Bella shook her head at him.

"Not really…."