Mary Kallinne walked through the graveyard sadly, a pale, freckled man with tousled brown hair by her side. "Why did you hurt her so much, James?"
"I couldn't help it, Mary, you know that. I was killed." He shrugged nonchalantly. "It was a horrible accident."
"That's bullshit, James, and we both know that. Why did you try to kill the pilot?"
"I didn't."
"James, you did. Then you come back and haunt Lita in her dreams. What the hell is wrong with you?" Mary asked angrily.
"I don't love her. She was obsessed with me, and I tried to pretend."
"Oh, so you break her heart and leave her numb and cold. What a good way to solve your problems." Mary seethed at the man.
He seemed not to care. "Like I could tell her I didn't love her."
"You could, you idiot, and save her a lot of pain and self-loathing."
"Fine, I will now."
"You're supposed to be dead." Mary said.
"Villains don't die, Mary, you know that. Beryl wouldn't let me die, now would she." James smiled and Mary caught a strange glint in his eye.
"Beryl's a bitch..." She muttered. James took his strong hand and squeezed it around her throat, backing her into a tall angel tombstone.
"What did you say?" he hissed.
"Beryl is a self-absorbed, ugly, dim-witted bitch."
"Oh, I am?" The angel turned warm, and when Mary turned(or to the extent she COULD turn, with a hand around her neck), she saw Beryl sitting there.
"Shit." Mary said. "I hate resorting to this." She swiftly kicked James in the balls, turned around and slid a dagger out of her pocket, holding it up to Beryl while James was busy being in incredibly large amounts of pain. She slit Beryl's wrists and ran out of the cemetery, hoping to god that Beryl and James would be in too much pain to follow her. `God, Lita, hide.' She thought, hoping her friend might hear her nervous thoughts. She ran in vain down alleys, trying to get away from the Queen of the NegaVerse and her minion. Fat, warm raindrops splattered her pretty white blouse and red pants.
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"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face
beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd
But don't be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Up up and Away
Away from me
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy, or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street..." Raye sang, cleaning the temple with her straw broom.
"You're very good, you know." A man said, his brown hair blown in the light wind. Raye blushed.
"Thank you. Are you here to pray, or listen to my wonderful performance?" Raye said sarcastically.
"I'm not much in the way of religion." The man winked. "I'll settle for the singing."
Raye stopped in her tracks. She could swear she got a negative vibe from the man. "Seriously, what are you here for?" she said, beginning to get worried. She fingered the pieces of parchment in her pocket.
"You know Lita Kino, ne?"
"No, not really. I met her once."
The man's eyes glowed red. "Liar." He jumped down from the top of the shrine and pulled out a knife. Raye was definitely sensing bad vibes. "Where is she?" he hissed.
Raye was getting scared. Her eyes kept darting to the long, sharp steel blade in his hand. "I don't know!" she cried. "Ask Marie!"
"Who's Marie?"
"The person that probably saw her last."
"Where is Marie?"
"I don't know that either!"
"Do you think you'd know better if, say, you were de--" He said, but Raye ran inside.
She locked the doors, but looked at the thin wood worriedly before dashing off. "Ojiisan!" she cried. The little old man came running, and looking at his granddaughter's scared face, ran back towards the front, Raye not far behind. He ran to the front and went out. Raye watched in horror as the young man swooped down and slashed her grandfather's arm. "Ojiisan!" she cried out, her heart wrenched. The man was going to try to hurt him more, Raye knew, but before she knew what she was doing, fire rushed from her hands. "What the hell?" She said, looking at the flames. But she spent the time the man was hurt wisely--she ran and got her grandfather, then ran to the arcade. "Shimatta! Ojiisan, are you okay?"
The old man looked at his tattered sleeve and his bleeding arm. "Raye, who WAS that?"
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What will happen to Ojiisan? Who WAS that man? Will Mary be able to get away? And will James find Lita? All this and much, much more in the next two chapters of "Numb Emotions"...
Heehee, my little commercial. Anyway. Review and I'll see what I can do to totally mess up the characters in the NEXT chapter!!!!!!!!! Tee hee...I am so insane right now, you have no idea...
Love Always,
Magellan Princess
"I couldn't help it, Mary, you know that. I was killed." He shrugged nonchalantly. "It was a horrible accident."
"That's bullshit, James, and we both know that. Why did you try to kill the pilot?"
"I didn't."
"James, you did. Then you come back and haunt Lita in her dreams. What the hell is wrong with you?" Mary asked angrily.
"I don't love her. She was obsessed with me, and I tried to pretend."
"Oh, so you break her heart and leave her numb and cold. What a good way to solve your problems." Mary seethed at the man.
He seemed not to care. "Like I could tell her I didn't love her."
"You could, you idiot, and save her a lot of pain and self-loathing."
"Fine, I will now."
"You're supposed to be dead." Mary said.
"Villains don't die, Mary, you know that. Beryl wouldn't let me die, now would she." James smiled and Mary caught a strange glint in his eye.
"Beryl's a bitch..." She muttered. James took his strong hand and squeezed it around her throat, backing her into a tall angel tombstone.
"What did you say?" he hissed.
"Beryl is a self-absorbed, ugly, dim-witted bitch."
"Oh, I am?" The angel turned warm, and when Mary turned(or to the extent she COULD turn, with a hand around her neck), she saw Beryl sitting there.
"Shit." Mary said. "I hate resorting to this." She swiftly kicked James in the balls, turned around and slid a dagger out of her pocket, holding it up to Beryl while James was busy being in incredibly large amounts of pain. She slit Beryl's wrists and ran out of the cemetery, hoping to god that Beryl and James would be in too much pain to follow her. `God, Lita, hide.' She thought, hoping her friend might hear her nervous thoughts. She ran in vain down alleys, trying to get away from the Queen of the NegaVerse and her minion. Fat, warm raindrops splattered her pretty white blouse and red pants.
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"I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face
beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd
But don't be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Up up and Away
Away from me
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy, or anything
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street..." Raye sang, cleaning the temple with her straw broom.
"You're very good, you know." A man said, his brown hair blown in the light wind. Raye blushed.
"Thank you. Are you here to pray, or listen to my wonderful performance?" Raye said sarcastically.
"I'm not much in the way of religion." The man winked. "I'll settle for the singing."
Raye stopped in her tracks. She could swear she got a negative vibe from the man. "Seriously, what are you here for?" she said, beginning to get worried. She fingered the pieces of parchment in her pocket.
"You know Lita Kino, ne?"
"No, not really. I met her once."
The man's eyes glowed red. "Liar." He jumped down from the top of the shrine and pulled out a knife. Raye was definitely sensing bad vibes. "Where is she?" he hissed.
Raye was getting scared. Her eyes kept darting to the long, sharp steel blade in his hand. "I don't know!" she cried. "Ask Marie!"
"Who's Marie?"
"The person that probably saw her last."
"Where is Marie?"
"I don't know that either!"
"Do you think you'd know better if, say, you were de--" He said, but Raye ran inside.
She locked the doors, but looked at the thin wood worriedly before dashing off. "Ojiisan!" she cried. The little old man came running, and looking at his granddaughter's scared face, ran back towards the front, Raye not far behind. He ran to the front and went out. Raye watched in horror as the young man swooped down and slashed her grandfather's arm. "Ojiisan!" she cried out, her heart wrenched. The man was going to try to hurt him more, Raye knew, but before she knew what she was doing, fire rushed from her hands. "What the hell?" She said, looking at the flames. But she spent the time the man was hurt wisely--she ran and got her grandfather, then ran to the arcade. "Shimatta! Ojiisan, are you okay?"
The old man looked at his tattered sleeve and his bleeding arm. "Raye, who WAS that?"
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What will happen to Ojiisan? Who WAS that man? Will Mary be able to get away? And will James find Lita? All this and much, much more in the next two chapters of "Numb Emotions"...
Heehee, my little commercial. Anyway. Review and I'll see what I can do to totally mess up the characters in the NEXT chapter!!!!!!!!! Tee hee...I am so insane right now, you have no idea...
Love Always,
Magellan Princess