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If you've read the A.N then you would know I had requested all of you to write a Scorpio Race Fanfic.

I just want everyone to know, even if they're bad, to post them anyway…

We won't judge too critically.

Right, guys?

Hanni {98}

Don't Fly Away

CHAPTER 2

Puck Connolly

I am easily provoked; it's a sad fact.

My temper has gotten me into a few hot spots, but never really the 'this-may-be-the-last-thing-I-ever-do' trouble. I think I may have promised my brothers a would never ride against a capaill uisce ever again, but something's are worth fighting for as I remember proving to the island along with the fact that girls can ride beside a man without cheating, but apparently the island has an incredibly short memory.

I'm wondering if I have to ride each year to keep my standings up. The answer to that is probably, at least I think so, but Sean Kendrick says otherwise.

I'm worried about Sean. He never shows up at the Malvern stables anymore; choosing to sit on the cliffs facing the beach. He just sits there, on the cliff, all day, staring into the sea, like a bee without his honey.

He's broken and I intend to fix that, but I suppose putting myself in deaths clutches isn't the best help to either of our sanity problems, but life will go on, hopefully both of ours.

That is if Sean isn't heartbroken that I'm dead and kill himself like in those romance books Dolly tells me about.

That idea is hopelessly romantic which doesn't seem like him at all.

I have to stop going thinking that way: I am going to beat those guys, so I don't see any point of thinking about this.

"Puck?" my brother, Finn, ask me. I, for some reason, brought up the I'm-riding-in-a-sea-races speech, that I've been planning to give to my brother, "What is it you said you would tell me?"

It's funny, really, how conversations between us are spoken as much as I talk to Dove, and when I don't want to talk about something he gets chatty when I'd rather him not be.

"Oh," I'm stalling, "It's nothing, not important,"

He gives me a look that I know means 'spit it out', "You know I don't buy that,"

"It's personal," I say which Mom told me to say when I wanted to keep matters to myself. I add a "Stay out of it," for good measure.

He does the frog face, trying to keep his emotions under check, "Are you and Sean Kendrick getting married?"

"No!" I say, embarrassed by even the idea.

"Then I don't care," Finn says, trying to sound care free, but I can still detect a bit of curiosity.

I sigh, giving quick thanks that Finn somehow learned how to mind his own business and that it wasn't Gabe I was talking too.

It was late when Sean came to our door and Finn pretty much didn't let him in. Sean and Finn where looking at each other wordlessly arguing over an unspoken matter.

"Finn!" I hiss, "Can you get out of the way?"

He does his frog face and walks into the kitchen.

"So...," I say not wanting to be rude, "What brings you here?"

Sean steps into the porch, uncertainly heading to the living room.

"I need to talk to you," he says seriously.

Although Sean usually wears a serious expression around strangers; he has on a sad grief stricken look to his chiseled features.

I follow him into the living room, sitting down beside him on the couch.

"It's Corr," he says in a shaky voice.

I sit up a little straighter, "What happened?"

I know how much Corr means to Sean. I don't know what would happen if Corr left completely; now a day's Corr's just a shadow of his former self.\

Corr stays in the stall in the Malvern stables, neither happy nor unhappy, muscles getting soft.

It's sad, really.

"Corr, he…," a tear run down his face, and I brace myself for the news that's promising to be horrible.

"What happened?" I repeat.

"…he…he's …gone," Sean buries his head in my shoulder.

I've never seen him this way, broken, fragile, and so, so vulnerable.

"Sean…" What can I say? What can I say that will make this all better? Absolutely nothing, "Its…It's going to be okay," I finish lamely.

"No it isn't," He grumbles.

"I know," I sigh.

I just continue holding him and he just continues to cling to me, looking so miserable all I want to do is go over to the stables and give life back to his horse.

Corr's dead.

It's well into the morning when Sean falls asleep and I gently untangle myself from him, tuck him in with a blanket and kiss his forehead.

"It will be alright, it will," I say with so much determination I expect applause.

I walk off to my bedroom and try to believe the words that I just recently spoken; Sean's right: at the way things are turning out it's starting to look like it won't be alright.

I close my eyes thinking of a happier time, but find no relief, so I just settle for the night mares.

That's all I've been having since the races.

What do you think?

I'm so sad! I killed Corr!

I had to though… no horse should have to live like that.

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Hanni {98}

P.S I love it when the reviewer/ reader called me HANNI!

I love my name!

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