i don't know anything and all that shit ::grumbles and pouts:: mann... if i
DID own Beyblade, tho, i would make all of the hot dudes gay ::dreamy:: you
know the drill with the reviews. i don't update until i get a certain
amount! so until i have 95 reviews you'll be left hangin! xP oh and i don't
have spell check on my new comp (yay!) so don't mind typos.
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Tala stook stock still in front of his "father's" hospital room. Samuel opened his eyes slowly and stared at him. He spread his arms wide.
"Come here, my boy... my creation... my perfection..." he muttered.
His voice faltered. The gold, glass eyes of blue stared at him. Eyes incapable of tears or emotion, but so able to show such power. Such anger.
"You're here to kill me..."
Tala's lips barely moved. "I know what I'm here for."
"You hate me..."
"Don't tell me what i know. I'm smart enough for that."
"My perfection."
"Not yours." Tala's footsteps were silent and dangerous. Samuel's eyes were dull.
"Embrace me, boy. Before I die."
Tala reached into his pocket, where one last vile of the liquid that had almost killed Kai lay. It already rested within a syringe. He knelt down at Samuel's bedside and placed his hand by his father's. But he did not touch the evil flesh.
"Please, Tala... before you do this terrible deed... I warn you... be careful of your unc-..." Samuel's arms were still stretched.
Tala rose up. He embraced his father tightly with terrifying anger. His eyes were squeezed shut. And as he did so, words of such demise fell from his full lips.
"Not terrible." The syringe was held tightly in his right hand. "Some people deserve death. Maybe more."
Plunge. Voices. Gasping breath. A head clutched. But Tala didn't care.
A whisper.
"I command you... to die."
One last breath.
Samuel was dead.
//Samuel... Did you know your name means "God hears"?... and he'll hear your pathetic excuses of your life. Go to hell.//
He placed a gentle kiss on the head of the man he had hated and waited for a smart comment.
But the voices were silent
They did not speak
For once
For now
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Tala stook stock still in front of his "father's" hospital room. Samuel opened his eyes slowly and stared at him. He spread his arms wide.
"Come here, my boy... my creation... my perfection..." he muttered.
His voice faltered. The gold, glass eyes of blue stared at him. Eyes incapable of tears or emotion, but so able to show such power. Such anger.
"You're here to kill me..."
Tala's lips barely moved. "I know what I'm here for."
"You hate me..."
"Don't tell me what i know. I'm smart enough for that."
"My perfection."
"Not yours." Tala's footsteps were silent and dangerous. Samuel's eyes were dull.
"Embrace me, boy. Before I die."
Tala reached into his pocket, where one last vile of the liquid that had almost killed Kai lay. It already rested within a syringe. He knelt down at Samuel's bedside and placed his hand by his father's. But he did not touch the evil flesh.
"Please, Tala... before you do this terrible deed... I warn you... be careful of your unc-..." Samuel's arms were still stretched.
Tala rose up. He embraced his father tightly with terrifying anger. His eyes were squeezed shut. And as he did so, words of such demise fell from his full lips.
"Not terrible." The syringe was held tightly in his right hand. "Some people deserve death. Maybe more."
Plunge. Voices. Gasping breath. A head clutched. But Tala didn't care.
A whisper.
"I command you... to die."
One last breath.
Samuel was dead.
//Samuel... Did you know your name means "God hears"?... and he'll hear your pathetic excuses of your life. Go to hell.//
He placed a gentle kiss on the head of the man he had hated and waited for a smart comment.
But the voices were silent
They did not speak
For once
For now
