HUZAH!
Good news and Bad news!
Bad news-
1) I strained my back and can barely move (thus making it harder for me to get to the computer- crawling FTW)
2) Schools about to start in less than a week (although i will try to update sooner before it does. so that's an up side).
Good News-
1) I finally decided to draw a picture of Ciaran! Although I know it might ruin your whole image of her on what you were imagining her to look like- ...just don't hurt me D:
But atleast it looks better than the original drawing of her (which im not even going to put up. That's how pitiful it was)
Anyway- heres the link- close in the spaces and get rid of the ( )s: evawuzhere . deviantart(. com)/art/Ciaran-317842004
...eh... I don't feel like explaining on what happened to her face- just read the description underneathe the photo (btw: the lines on her body are scars)
It's not a masterpiece, but i'll try to draw more pictures of her that are more improved, and (hopefully) color them. So I'll be updating on that.
Note: One last thing- I edited the way Ciaran looks a bit on her hair. It's not as...short...as it originally would've been, but I guess this works too.
Also (whaattt? there's more? !) if your just totally disgusted by my sucky drawing- then just look back at chapterrrr...4? at the information in the A/N, which has also been updated now.
WEEE~
(Dream Realm)
"GET BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!" I bellowed, chasing after the floating silver haired man.
"Calm down, now, Ciaran. W-wait-!" the man faltered, flailing his arms to distract me while he slowly started to fade into thin air.
"HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME- YOU CREEP!" I hollered, throwing some random rock that somehow got into my hand- which made little to no sense at all, considering the fact that I was in some weird crayola crazed psycho land.
The last thing I saw was the fucker frowning, before he finally disappeared, along with everything else.
Then again- how would I know? I'm dreaming (or so I was told by the silver headed guy).
...
(Outside of The Dream Realm)
"Do I have to go~?" I whined grumpily, shuffling painfully through the snow.
Alice breathed into her hands, cuddling into her furry coat.
"Y-yes. I-if you want warmer c-clothes."
Shit, I'm wearing summer clothes, and she's fucking stuttering? !
...
...What? I woke up on the wrong side of the table this morning, okay? Thanks to a certain demon I know...
"Where are we going anyway?" I asked the anemic girl.
Alice's teeth continued to chatter loudly, making it seem like they would break at any moment like glass.
"You better not pass out on me before we even get there, because I have no idea where the hell we are." I warned, giving her a look that mocked 'Survival of the fittest!'
"I-I'm not going to p-pass out! The t-town should b-be nearby." she explained, frantically rubbing her hands together to keep warm.
Poor girl...
Maybe I should've left out the me leaving her if she passed out bid-?
...What? Whad'ya mean I didn't add that part?
...Oh wait...
Heh, oops.
"It's OK Alice, I was just kidding about what I said earlier." I smiled, trying to perk up the blue lipped girl, while attempting to warm her up with my frozen noodle arms.
"ALLIIICCCCEEEEE~!" an abrupt voice happily sang from behind, quiet crunches indicating that whoever it was- was nearby.
Shall I start a count down?
"Oh my Alice- WHO IS THIS? !" the voice quickly demanded, changing from a rejoicing tone, to a completely pissed off one.
Threeee...twoooo...on-
And that's when the world turned into a bitch and decided to push me face first into the ground.
Which was no longer softly snow covered- but instead, coated with a thin layer of autumn leaves.
Did I mention it hurt like hell? No? Oh, well in that case-
IT HURT LIKE HELL.
Curse you universe!
"Who dares touch my Alice in such a way? !" the pile of leaves demanded.
Oh wait- my face is still implanted into the ground...
There was a click as a familiar narrow edged object was pressed to my head.
Y'know, life is always a bitch. But if your realllyyyyy lucky like me, once in awhile, it'll be on it's period, and send some flying monkey to kill you.
Fortunately enough for me, it was an albino man with white rabbit ears, wearing over sized Harry Potter glasses.
"Stop, Peter-!" Alice tried to start, only to be cut off by the gun wielding son of a bitch.
"I don't get it- what does this man have that I don't?" the guy asked, poking my face with the loaded weapon.
Watch yourself, bunny boy...
The man craned his frost colored head to stare at Alice with pleading, bright red eyes.
"Why do you wound me so?" he asked.
"Peter, it's really not wh-"
"First the Knight, then the Mafia boss, then the Amusement Park's cat..."
Holy damn- I'm not even paying attention to what they're talking about, but it seems a bit...nauugghhtttyyyy~ Barber smile.
Automatically, my hands felt around the crisp ground for a life threatening minute- eventually finding the back pouch on my Satchel- all the while as the heart broken bunny, and a rather irritated/nervous Alice argued.
"...and now, this vermin..." He growled venomously, returning his attention to me.
We eyed one another for a good second, sizing each other up for decent measure.
The guy had a look on his face like he wanted to add something else, but stayed silent- as he nudged the gun closer until it touched my forehead.
"PETER, NO-!"
Click.
I smiled.
My eyes felt warm and wry, but my glare was obvious as the muzzle of my own gun pressed against the vulnerable skin of a snow colored throat.
"I'm not..." I grunted, "...A MAN!"
Bang!
The rabbit man ducked just before I shot, and Alice screamed when I was then aimed at, the sound of gunfire sounding out like rain.
Was I killed? No.
Did anything land? Not exactly.
Was there blood? ...Is that even a question?
It was more like grazed on my arm, obliques, and shoulder. But I knew better than to think it was just a lucky coincidence (seriously, he barely missed like 10 times).
Did it still hurt? I don't know, you tell me-
How often do you get shot at in several areas that are already jacked up?
However. I will tell you some odd news though- of a certain dude with a hat, that I was actually glad to see.
"Get off my land, Peter White."
Hmm, now who does this territory possessive voice sound like?
I grimaced and craned my body to look at one fiinneee...smoking...yummy...glorious...sexy ass...
...Machine gun.
My knight in shining armor.
Oh yeah, and then there was Blood standing there- with a frantic looking Elliot and Alice (how did she get there?) next to him...
Staring at me like I was bleeding to death or something.
...
Oh wait...
Riiiggghhttttt.
I don't remember the rest of what happened- but I must've been bleeding pretty badly if all I remembered was Blood smirking like some damned pedophile.
With a sexy machine gun in his arms- Drools.
If only I had stayed conscious for another second, then I would've caught the slightest glimpse of wine colored hair peek out from behind several bushes- with a pearly white smile twisting along ivory skin. 20x more creepier than Blood's rapist smile.
Sigh~ Ciaran is just prone to getting killed isn't she? (Shakes head) With her weird weapon fetish going on...
But we'll get on that later...(Evil smile) CLIFF HANGER!
