Eli: Hi. No, I'm not neglecting this story. I just had more inspiration
towards my other story, but now I know what to do with this story. Enjoy.
Sara rushed up the steps to her loft and opened the door. "Just be here." She said to herself. She went to her room and looked out the window.
He wasn't there.
"Damn it! The one night I actually need him here and he's not!" Sara sat on her bed and began to cry. "Where the hell is he!?" She turned and noticed that the picture of the black dragon he had given her was unfolded and lying on her pillow. She picked it up and found that on the back was a new message.
To Sara,
After our conversation, I have come to the conclusion that your life would be a lot simpler without someone unwanted following your every move. So I will listen to your request. I have even decided to take it a bit further than you probably wanted. Without you, I have no reason to live anyway. I thought that with my freedom I could now bring my dreams to life, but I was greatly mistaken. With the last of hope in me, I write this to you: If you have somehow changed your view on things, then meet me in the place where Shepard met Shepard. If not, then you shall have a new case waiting for you tomorrow. I love you, Sara. I promise that will never change, no matter the outcome.
Truthfully,
Ian Nottingham
"Oh, God! He's going to... I can't let him!" Sara tried to pull herself together. "But where? 'Shepard met Shepard'?" The witchblade came to life on Sara's wrist. Sara could see them back when they first met.
"Do you want to be my friend, Ian?"
"Yes, I do. And you can be my friend."
Sara came back to reality. "The store." And with that, she was off.
-At the store-
It had been abandoned for years. The only things in the room were an old counter, which he was sitting on, and a c.d. player he had brought with him. He had waited for 4 hours now, and still no sign of her. He knew she had gotten the note by now. He shrugged his shoulders. "She isn't coming." It was at the last song. The final song.
When I see her eyes, look into my eyes.
Then I realize that she can see inside my head.
So I close my eyes, thinking that I could hide.
Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head.
"It's time." Ian got off the counter and pulled his sword out. He aimed it at his chest.
The situation
Is to agitation.
If she cut me off
Would this be amputation?
Sara stopped her bike ten feet from the store. There were no lights, but she could hear loud music streaming from the store. She jumped off her bike and ran towards the store.
I don't know if I care.
I'm the jerk, life's not fair.
Fighting all the time, this is out of line.
She loves me not, loves me not.
Ian began to thrust the blade at himself.
Do you realize?
I won't compromise.
She loves me not,
Loves me not.
Sara almost ripped the door from its place. "Ian!"
Eli: Did she save him, or did she not? Is he dead or almost there? Thanks to Papa Roach.
Sara rushed up the steps to her loft and opened the door. "Just be here." She said to herself. She went to her room and looked out the window.
He wasn't there.
"Damn it! The one night I actually need him here and he's not!" Sara sat on her bed and began to cry. "Where the hell is he!?" She turned and noticed that the picture of the black dragon he had given her was unfolded and lying on her pillow. She picked it up and found that on the back was a new message.
To Sara,
After our conversation, I have come to the conclusion that your life would be a lot simpler without someone unwanted following your every move. So I will listen to your request. I have even decided to take it a bit further than you probably wanted. Without you, I have no reason to live anyway. I thought that with my freedom I could now bring my dreams to life, but I was greatly mistaken. With the last of hope in me, I write this to you: If you have somehow changed your view on things, then meet me in the place where Shepard met Shepard. If not, then you shall have a new case waiting for you tomorrow. I love you, Sara. I promise that will never change, no matter the outcome.
Truthfully,
Ian Nottingham
"Oh, God! He's going to... I can't let him!" Sara tried to pull herself together. "But where? 'Shepard met Shepard'?" The witchblade came to life on Sara's wrist. Sara could see them back when they first met.
"Do you want to be my friend, Ian?"
"Yes, I do. And you can be my friend."
Sara came back to reality. "The store." And with that, she was off.
-At the store-
It had been abandoned for years. The only things in the room were an old counter, which he was sitting on, and a c.d. player he had brought with him. He had waited for 4 hours now, and still no sign of her. He knew she had gotten the note by now. He shrugged his shoulders. "She isn't coming." It was at the last song. The final song.
When I see her eyes, look into my eyes.
Then I realize that she can see inside my head.
So I close my eyes, thinking that I could hide.
Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head.
"It's time." Ian got off the counter and pulled his sword out. He aimed it at his chest.
The situation
Is to agitation.
If she cut me off
Would this be amputation?
Sara stopped her bike ten feet from the store. There were no lights, but she could hear loud music streaming from the store. She jumped off her bike and ran towards the store.
I don't know if I care.
I'm the jerk, life's not fair.
Fighting all the time, this is out of line.
She loves me not, loves me not.
Ian began to thrust the blade at himself.
Do you realize?
I won't compromise.
She loves me not,
Loves me not.
Sara almost ripped the door from its place. "Ian!"
Eli: Did she save him, or did she not? Is he dead or almost there? Thanks to Papa Roach.