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Paradox Predator (Chapter 9):
Yeah, it was mainly just to keep the plot moving along and some minor character development, but trust me- Chapter 11 will make that boring piece of crap totally worth it. (SPOILER: There's a mega plot-twist!)
BloodLily16 (Chapter 9):
Yeah. I'm thinking of giving them angsty chapters that are sad and depressing when they don't review.
A Lonely Angel 6 (Chapter 9):
Hello? Tech support? Great, you're still there. I think my reviewer is about to blow again...
raggedymadness (Chapter 9):
DO IT.
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I BEG OF YOU.
I WOULD BE HONORED IF YOU DID THAT.
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Thanks to Accio-Awsome for following! :D
Chapter Ten- Goodbyes are Forever...or are they?
It was a cold December day. The skies were a light grey, but depressing as any other shade of the color. The ground had frozen over a month ago, making every single snowflake stick to the ground. By that time, there was already a good few inches of snow on the ground, not a single print destroying its purity. It was a pretty large cemetery for being in such a small town- tombstones starting from the 1700-1800's at the entrance. That area of town seemed to match the cemetery: old and deserted. Diagonally across the street was the mains of an old elementary school that was torn down in the 90's, only to merge that school into an empire of a school district about five minutes away. Down the road to the right, past a few small houses all bunched together, was an old family-owned store, which resembles that of the stores that accompanied gas stations- selling lottery tickets, cigarettes, and whatnot. Next to that was an old gas station, it's black, yellow, and red decals now faded to a light grey, beige, and light pink. The pumps were old and unused- probably for a good twenty years or so. Across the street lied an old whitewashed town hall, as well as a small volunteer fire station behind it. To the left of the cemetery were empty fields left to run wild, and old farmhouses in their final stages of decay. But that wasn't important at that very moment, since all the action in the small town was just a single person at the cemetery gates.
He strode through the gates, happy that the town was so small that there was no one to come close the gates to the oncoming snowstorm that would hit in less than an hour. He wore a long black wool trenchcoat, the collar flipped all the way up, brushing against the indentations in his face that were part chiseled cheekbones, and part self-starvation. Being what he was, he didn't need to eat as much as humans anyway, but now he had begun to loose his appetite for food, as well as adventure, love, and life itself. He began to stride through the undisturbed snow, leaving large tracks in it, making the once-pure snowy blanket of the cemetery a snowy blanket with a long tear of footprints in it. He glanced at the few names that he could read on the older tombstones, let alone read through the snow that was caked onto some of them at every possible angle- and realized the patterns of names as he came closer and closer to the newly descended. Gunkleman...Smith...Swingle... He counted in his head, trying to preoccupy himself, and forget the reason why he had come. Finally, a black shape in the corner of his eye caught his attention. This particular tombstone was a thick, solid slab of black marble, so black that there weren't even veins of a different shade of color, like most marble had. He took a leather-gloved hand, and slowly wiped off the front of it, as if afraid he'd ruin it be merely touching it. He finished his delicate wiping, taking out something from his pocket. He fumbled with the first object, which was circular and somewhat flat, rubbing his finger over the engravings in it before looking at the engravings in big, light-colored letters that looked like a mere reflection on the gravestone.
Jessica Anne Gaule
He pulled out the second object, which was a blood red rose, which appeared to be completely thornless. "I brought you somethin'." he said, placing the on the top of the stone with much care, still holding the other object. "This is a Pervuvillian Love Rose. It can hold emotions of one partner, and give them to the other partner, even if the first one isn't around. It also will never die. It will not blow away or be taken off- unless by you or me. I just want you to know that I'll always love you, no matter what's happened... or where you are." he said, holding back a sob as he looked directly down at his feet. He then put the second object right next to the rose. "This...this is my fob watch." he began, looking down at her engraved name as if it wa her face. "It could save me if and when I needed it, and it's come in handy for a lot of my kind..." he said, looking at it one final time. "...but I don't want to escape death if you're not the reward for escaping it."
He then began to sob. He was proud of himself for being able to keep it all in for that long, but he knew it was impossible to hold his emotions any longer. He fell to his knees, gripping the tombstone with all his might. "I wish I could just turn back time..." he sobbed apologetically, suddenly becoming silent.
Then it hit him.
"That's it!" he yelled, laughing like a child as he jumped up off the ground, not before planting a kiss on the stone. He took back his fob watch, putting it carefully into his pocket. "Sorry love, I'm gonna need this back now. Ya' know- places to go, ancient Gaule-ancestors to meet, and one single love of mine to save!" he said, bolting off and out of the cemetery, knowing exactly what his next adventure was going to be.
*Description of the town is totally not based on a township I once lived next to, and totally will not be good to know about in a few chapters time*
Okay, guys. Personal time. IMPORTANT personal time.
I have a secret.
A deep, dark secret.
And I'm going to this Doctor Who Time Lord Trivia Tournoment thing that's a crafts/triva/cosplay/etc. thing at a nearby library. Uno problemo:
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I feel so bad for saying this...
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I'm gonna say it.
Here it goes:
I NEVER WATCHED ALL OF THE DAVID TENNANT YEARS AND I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF IN THE TRIVIA THING AND THAT I'LL BE THE ONLY PERSON WHO WILL SHOW UP AND THEN I'LL JUST BE MORE OF A LOSER IN REAL LIFE THAN I ALREADY AM.
*runs into bed, pulls sheets over head, and sobs forever*
AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE ABOUT THOSE REVIEWS I JUST WANNA SLEEP FOREVER AND CRY MY EYES OUT. *sobs*
Seriously.
Reviews would get me out of my sobbing fetal position.
...maybe.