I awoke with a start, wondering where the hell I was and how I got here. Then I remembered, letting a loud sob escape from my throat, filling the darkness with an increasing sense of sorrow. I had lost something so dear to me. What was it? Oh yes, my soulmate. My love. Chandler. I miss you. My eyes fluttered closed, holding back another flood of tears that was bound to spring forth from the glittering sapphire depths of my orbs. It hurt to know that I couldn't touch him whenever I wanted, to feel him, to know him inside and out. He was nowhere close to I was, or was he? It could very well be that he sat right here next to me on the floor, only I couldn't see him. Oh how I wished I could right then. I wanted him to hold me, to take all of this pain away, to make it so that I could be happy once more in his arms, and plant a soft kiss upon his lips.
"I miss you."
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She laughed aloud, running through the brightly lit apartment, a look of complete emotional ecstasy upon her soft features. Her eyes were glowing, her cheeks flushed, and her hair messy in a most alluring way. She was dressed in a simple white flowing gown, well, not a gown, although it did flow like water around her curvacious legs, and hugged tightly against her upper torso. There were no sleeves, although it had thin straps that helped keep it up. In a few moments though, they wouldn't make a difference.
"Oh no!!"
She laughed again as her love ran to her, taking her in his arms and running his hands down to her sides to tickle her. The girl writhed and wriggled, trying to get away, but only ended up getting her dress tangled around her legs, the straped falling down off her shoulders. She said something quickly, spitting an insult, although obviously teasing, for the man plucked her easily off her feet and tossed her gently onto the bed, then crawled up after her. Rachel threw her arms around Chandler's neck, embracing, then bringing him into a deep, loving kiss.
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I blinked quickly, shaking my head, trying to get thos ehappy thoughts out of my mind; they hurt if I thought about them. With a sniff, I wiped the tears from my eyes, then stood and made my way over to the charred door of the closet. Everything inside was burned, except for a box that was buried deep within the confines of the little room. I pulled it out, then sat in front of the fireplace and took the lid off, staring down into several packages of pictures and photo albums. I smiled and pulled my favorite picture out. It was of Chandler and I in an unnaturally lighted room, holding each other gently, dressed in the clothes we would've worn on our wedding day. I had never believed in that silly superstition about how a groom can';t see his bride in her dress before the ceremony, it was just kind of stupid. But now that I had died, along with my lover, maybe there had been a point to that particular wives' tale.
"Shit.. all of it."
I heard a knock on the door, and with interest, stood up and moved towards it. As I neared my destination, the large piece of wood flew off its hinges and hit me, knocking me back and slamming me against the wall. I grunted loudly, getting tired of being pushed into walls. I could feel that several vertebrae in my back had been crushed, along with a few ribs and both of my arms; I'd thrown them up instinctivly to block the door from hitting me. I know, rather futile. After a few moments, I felt my patterns knit themselves back together, and I kicked the door away only to find myself staring Cody straight in the face.
"Cody, you're as ugly as I remember you."
That obviously pissed him off because he grabbed me by the shirt and threw me all the way across the room. He was stronger than he looked! Funny, I always remember him talking more; oh well, time changes people. I sighed, shaking my head and pushing myself up, I was really getting ticked off. With a growl, I leapt up and kicked against the wall, sending myself hurtling at my foe. I twisted my body suddenly, which made me spin so that I could lash my foot out at Cody, hitting him square in the face. I broke his nose in a spray of blood and cartilage, but it hadn't killed him, I didn't hit him right. With a shriek, I pulled myself out of the way of the charging Nazi wannabe, then lashed my foot out again, getting him in the small of the back and sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Big guy like you, I thought you'd be kind of a challenge."
I grinned, and then my crow cawed a warning, but I caught it too late. Cody had pulled out a revolver and began pumping me full of lead. Shit, I thought, this just totally fucked up my costume. I stumbled backwards, pain lancing up and down my body. I hadn't realized that I'd been standing in front of the large, round window that let light filter into the loft. I fell through. Glass fell with me as I plummeted towards the ground, thinking only of how I had failed Chandler. A tear came to my eye, I had been crying so much lately, I really needed to get over myself, I was turning into a pussy.
Worry not, Dead One. You will not die again tonight.
Who the hell was that? Whoever it was really needed to get out of my head. I don't like it when people intrude upon my privacy. I contemplated this before I hit the ground with a sickening splat, blood and other bodily... things flying all over the place. Every bone in my body had broken, my guts had spilled out from a few orifaces in my body, and my eyes had popped out of their sockets. Fuck, I thought, this really isn't good for the makeup or the costume. For some reason, I really didn't care that I had just been thrown out of a window, somehow I knew that I wouldn't die. Then I remembered, the crow and I were linked in a special way, he could hear what I thought, and I could hear him. It was rather interesting. I lofted my head to see the big black bird descending out of the window, gliding down towards me. Then a few seconds later, black was all I saw.
"I miss you."
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She laughed aloud, running through the brightly lit apartment, a look of complete emotional ecstasy upon her soft features. Her eyes were glowing, her cheeks flushed, and her hair messy in a most alluring way. She was dressed in a simple white flowing gown, well, not a gown, although it did flow like water around her curvacious legs, and hugged tightly against her upper torso. There were no sleeves, although it had thin straps that helped keep it up. In a few moments though, they wouldn't make a difference.
"Oh no!!"
She laughed again as her love ran to her, taking her in his arms and running his hands down to her sides to tickle her. The girl writhed and wriggled, trying to get away, but only ended up getting her dress tangled around her legs, the straped falling down off her shoulders. She said something quickly, spitting an insult, although obviously teasing, for the man plucked her easily off her feet and tossed her gently onto the bed, then crawled up after her. Rachel threw her arms around Chandler's neck, embracing, then bringing him into a deep, loving kiss.
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I blinked quickly, shaking my head, trying to get thos ehappy thoughts out of my mind; they hurt if I thought about them. With a sniff, I wiped the tears from my eyes, then stood and made my way over to the charred door of the closet. Everything inside was burned, except for a box that was buried deep within the confines of the little room. I pulled it out, then sat in front of the fireplace and took the lid off, staring down into several packages of pictures and photo albums. I smiled and pulled my favorite picture out. It was of Chandler and I in an unnaturally lighted room, holding each other gently, dressed in the clothes we would've worn on our wedding day. I had never believed in that silly superstition about how a groom can';t see his bride in her dress before the ceremony, it was just kind of stupid. But now that I had died, along with my lover, maybe there had been a point to that particular wives' tale.
"Shit.. all of it."
I heard a knock on the door, and with interest, stood up and moved towards it. As I neared my destination, the large piece of wood flew off its hinges and hit me, knocking me back and slamming me against the wall. I grunted loudly, getting tired of being pushed into walls. I could feel that several vertebrae in my back had been crushed, along with a few ribs and both of my arms; I'd thrown them up instinctivly to block the door from hitting me. I know, rather futile. After a few moments, I felt my patterns knit themselves back together, and I kicked the door away only to find myself staring Cody straight in the face.
"Cody, you're as ugly as I remember you."
That obviously pissed him off because he grabbed me by the shirt and threw me all the way across the room. He was stronger than he looked! Funny, I always remember him talking more; oh well, time changes people. I sighed, shaking my head and pushing myself up, I was really getting ticked off. With a growl, I leapt up and kicked against the wall, sending myself hurtling at my foe. I twisted my body suddenly, which made me spin so that I could lash my foot out at Cody, hitting him square in the face. I broke his nose in a spray of blood and cartilage, but it hadn't killed him, I didn't hit him right. With a shriek, I pulled myself out of the way of the charging Nazi wannabe, then lashed my foot out again, getting him in the small of the back and sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Big guy like you, I thought you'd be kind of a challenge."
I grinned, and then my crow cawed a warning, but I caught it too late. Cody had pulled out a revolver and began pumping me full of lead. Shit, I thought, this just totally fucked up my costume. I stumbled backwards, pain lancing up and down my body. I hadn't realized that I'd been standing in front of the large, round window that let light filter into the loft. I fell through. Glass fell with me as I plummeted towards the ground, thinking only of how I had failed Chandler. A tear came to my eye, I had been crying so much lately, I really needed to get over myself, I was turning into a pussy.
Worry not, Dead One. You will not die again tonight.
Who the hell was that? Whoever it was really needed to get out of my head. I don't like it when people intrude upon my privacy. I contemplated this before I hit the ground with a sickening splat, blood and other bodily... things flying all over the place. Every bone in my body had broken, my guts had spilled out from a few orifaces in my body, and my eyes had popped out of their sockets. Fuck, I thought, this really isn't good for the makeup or the costume. For some reason, I really didn't care that I had just been thrown out of a window, somehow I knew that I wouldn't die. Then I remembered, the crow and I were linked in a special way, he could hear what I thought, and I could hear him. It was rather interesting. I lofted my head to see the big black bird descending out of the window, gliding down towards me. Then a few seconds later, black was all I saw.