Disclaimer: I do not own LXG or any characters involved with this fan
fiction. So.stop staring!
Authors Note: Well this is a sad note, three more chapters to go and then it's the end of this story.
He storms in the deserted hut, leaving the door open
allowing the moonlight to help with sight. Skinner wanders over to his
bunk to grab his folded black cloths off the mattress. As he puts his
legs through the pants the invisible man notices the broken table and
Mina's coat with Sawyer's vest hanging over stretched suspenders.
"Jesus! It looks as if, the bash started here." Skinner
buttons his slacks as he wonders over to the hump of plywood.
With his bare toes he taps the side, causing it to flip
over on its side, "Where ever we go it turns to a freaking disaster
zone." He turns back to his bed shaking his head, "Damn I need some
beer and loving."
Skinner pulls a black turtleneck over his head, as he
straightens the necks fold he spots something gone. "And where the
hell is my bloody pillow?"
*******
Henry shivers in physical and emotional coldness from
the above sea level clammy climate. He tightens the arms of the dead
lion hide around his bare torso for warmth, "God Damn you Edward! What
were you thinking?"
As he waits for an answer the snow absent mound come
in to his view. His bare feet forbid him to rush down to the warm
rocks because the disability to grip the snow-covered ice.
He stops to discuss more with his demon," Well? Any
other time you'd annoyingly intercourse with my mind." He lifts his
arms up in the defeat of patients to relishing an echoing deep growl
up to the darkling sky.
The scientist knees start knocking, at first he thought
it was the coming night air making it colder. But then it moves up his
body, "Vibration." He stares down at his soar red feet as little
snowballs race down past them. Slowly his head looks up the mountain
where an avalanche of snow and ice erase his past footsteps coming
towards him.
"Shit me!" Was all he got out before the running pile
took him out from under his feet to ride down with it.
*****
The great hunter went searching for is prey in the amper
disorganized trunk. This block of weathered wood traveled with him and
his son Henry on their exports together from the age ten up to when he
earned his doctors degree. Each object he passes by brought back
smiles, laughter, teaching and learning between the two friends and
father and son.
Allen's eyes started to glaze over at the sight of the
gift. It was after their hunt in the Uganda wetlands, for a beast that
terrorized villages at night. The beast was a crocodile that Henry
killed himself at age eighteen, that Allen used its skin to make a
shoulder bag and belt.
His mind is drawn back to the present by the bustle
outside. Allen drops the bag to the side as he stands up, cracking his
knees for a peak out the second floor window.
A band of the villagers are pulling wagons of barrels
with beverages and some other with live pig and chickens for feasting.
Allen pulls his head back in, "bloody Skinner! By tomorrow everyone
will wake tanked up next to goats."
*****
He walks off the ramp of his lady into the damp sand of
the shore. His black leather boots are magnets to the loam, collecting
layer after layer with each step he makes.
Nemo looks down upon his heavy feet with choler,
"Another rational reason I prefer the sea." He knocks the heels of
each boot on the side of the other one to disinfect the land from
himself.
The inventor looks up into the universe wondering how
long will it be before he creates travel out there. His eyes pan the
sky to balk on to the full moon anterior the light blue horizon.
He antedates to leave in two hours, with or without the
rest of the group. His expectations for the automobile due date will
not be interrupted by his stop to Quebec.
It fells like a past life to him, being young and
vengeful towards the Limey's for his family. When things started to
settle in his heart and mind, Ned started to contact the Nautilus.
Rubbing in about his great escape from the clutches of Nemo with the
French scientist and his bloody little assistant. The captain knew a
man that smart-ass and naive is well personify for Ishmaels
replacement.
Authors Note: Well this is a sad note, three more chapters to go and then it's the end of this story.
He storms in the deserted hut, leaving the door open
allowing the moonlight to help with sight. Skinner wanders over to his
bunk to grab his folded black cloths off the mattress. As he puts his
legs through the pants the invisible man notices the broken table and
Mina's coat with Sawyer's vest hanging over stretched suspenders.
"Jesus! It looks as if, the bash started here." Skinner
buttons his slacks as he wonders over to the hump of plywood.
With his bare toes he taps the side, causing it to flip
over on its side, "Where ever we go it turns to a freaking disaster
zone." He turns back to his bed shaking his head, "Damn I need some
beer and loving."
Skinner pulls a black turtleneck over his head, as he
straightens the necks fold he spots something gone. "And where the
hell is my bloody pillow?"
*******
Henry shivers in physical and emotional coldness from
the above sea level clammy climate. He tightens the arms of the dead
lion hide around his bare torso for warmth, "God Damn you Edward! What
were you thinking?"
As he waits for an answer the snow absent mound come
in to his view. His bare feet forbid him to rush down to the warm
rocks because the disability to grip the snow-covered ice.
He stops to discuss more with his demon," Well? Any
other time you'd annoyingly intercourse with my mind." He lifts his
arms up in the defeat of patients to relishing an echoing deep growl
up to the darkling sky.
The scientist knees start knocking, at first he thought
it was the coming night air making it colder. But then it moves up his
body, "Vibration." He stares down at his soar red feet as little
snowballs race down past them. Slowly his head looks up the mountain
where an avalanche of snow and ice erase his past footsteps coming
towards him.
"Shit me!" Was all he got out before the running pile
took him out from under his feet to ride down with it.
*****
The great hunter went searching for is prey in the amper
disorganized trunk. This block of weathered wood traveled with him and
his son Henry on their exports together from the age ten up to when he
earned his doctors degree. Each object he passes by brought back
smiles, laughter, teaching and learning between the two friends and
father and son.
Allen's eyes started to glaze over at the sight of the
gift. It was after their hunt in the Uganda wetlands, for a beast that
terrorized villages at night. The beast was a crocodile that Henry
killed himself at age eighteen, that Allen used its skin to make a
shoulder bag and belt.
His mind is drawn back to the present by the bustle
outside. Allen drops the bag to the side as he stands up, cracking his
knees for a peak out the second floor window.
A band of the villagers are pulling wagons of barrels
with beverages and some other with live pig and chickens for feasting.
Allen pulls his head back in, "bloody Skinner! By tomorrow everyone
will wake tanked up next to goats."
*****
He walks off the ramp of his lady into the damp sand of
the shore. His black leather boots are magnets to the loam, collecting
layer after layer with each step he makes.
Nemo looks down upon his heavy feet with choler,
"Another rational reason I prefer the sea." He knocks the heels of
each boot on the side of the other one to disinfect the land from
himself.
The inventor looks up into the universe wondering how
long will it be before he creates travel out there. His eyes pan the
sky to balk on to the full moon anterior the light blue horizon.
He antedates to leave in two hours, with or without the
rest of the group. His expectations for the automobile due date will
not be interrupted by his stop to Quebec.
It fells like a past life to him, being young and
vengeful towards the Limey's for his family. When things started to
settle in his heart and mind, Ned started to contact the Nautilus.
Rubbing in about his great escape from the clutches of Nemo with the
French scientist and his bloody little assistant. The captain knew a
man that smart-ass and naive is well personify for Ishmaels
replacement.