Okay! I know this is a little bit violent but bear with me. I tried to make it a little violent for MacDoddle's sake, who asked for a little violence. As for the 1/5, I thought some of you would be happy. The next chapter will be total 3/4 so get ready. Thanks again for reading my story! I'm so glad that you guys like it.
The tortured scream rang out through the air, strangled and mutilated with pain. He could only scream out his pain for tears would not pass through his eyes. She was dead! She was dead! He looked down at her body, the bloody mess that he had learned to love. Her face was still beautiful, though no breathe would pass through her lips. Her soul was gone. He looked down one more time before she disintegrated away; leaving no trace that she had been there except the golden sparkles of dust that floated away in the wind.
He was awestruck that it happened. Her body just leaving him, disappearing as if it had never been there. But there was no time for that.
"He's coming your way!" Number 3 yelled over to him. Her breathe coming in pants at the exercise she had endured. "Number 5." She whispered, a tear making its way down the side of her face.
Number 1 looked up at the boy who was coming for him, the wicked looking sword in his hands raised high in the air. He had caused his pain. He had caused her death. It was his fault, all his fault. "I hate you!" He yelled, raising his arm to catch the blow by the sword. There was deep pain but he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
Number 4 had strength on his side and with it he pressed down on the boys arm, hoping to cut it off. Number 1 was taller and heavier and his pain was the one thing the other boy did not possess. With his arm he pressed up, knocking the other boy away from him, his sword crashing a few feet away from him. "You killed her!" He yelled, tears pouring down his cheeks. "Why?"
"All shall remain dead!"
He pulled back his fist, hitting the other boy in the face. "Why?"
"All shall remain dead!"
And that's when he went crazy, unleashing his pent up pain and anger. He began to kick and punch the boy, who took each blow unscathed. "I hate you! I hate you!" He yelled over and over again.
Number 3 watched on in shock, her breathing stopped. When her senses came to her she began to shake. Number 1 and Number 4 were going at it. "Stop it Number 1!" She yelled, watching as Number 4 took a well aimed punch in the side of his higher temple. "Stop it please!" Tears came naturally, from the pain of Number 5's death and from the pain of them fighting. "Please!"
"Why did you kill her why?" Number 1 yelled, ignoring Number 3's pleas.
"All shall remain dead!"
"Some something else beside that damnit!" He yelled before he took a hit in the shoulder, the same arm he had deflected the blow with. He cried out as it sent tendrils of pain lancing down his arm. During that time, Number 4 had picked up his sword.
Eyes widened at the sight, Number 3 began to run toward the two. "Number 1!" She scream, her voice shrill with panic. "Watch out!"
He looked up at her, defeated. "I'm sorry." Was all he said as she watched the sword go through his chest. He then, just like Number 5, disintegrated into golden dust that flew into the air, sparkling into the sky.
She opened her eyes, adjusting them to the light. It was bright and she squinted, placing her hand above them to block some of it. After her eyes had adjusted to the light, she got up slowly, wondering where she was. And her answer came, in the form of the lab. "What the heck?" She asked aloud, looking around. It was all there, everything as if she had never left.
"Number 5?" Number 2 asked his eyes wide with shock.
"In the flesh." She answered him as she sat up, pulling up her shirt to look at her stomach. Where there should have been a large slash was nothing- just her normal, dark skin.
"What happened in there? I got back and all I heard was yelling!" Number 2 began to ramble, his hands flying with expressions. "I heard Number 1 yelling your name and Number 3 screaming and then all of a sudden your here!"
"He stabbed me." Number 5 said, walking over to where he was sitting. "I should be dead."
The other boy shook his head 'no'. "What happened? You died?"
"Number 4 went all crazy on us and started slashin' us left and right with a sword. He stabbed me and I died."
"Actually, no. You can't die in his mind." Number 2 said, patting her on the back. "He can kick you out- which his method was by means of violence- but he can't kill you. You would just go back into your body, that's all."
Number 5 sighed. "We'll that sucks! I mean, I said some damn good last words." Trying to make light of the situation, though she was still frightened.
"All I heard was a bunch of romantic mush to Number 1." Number 2 told her, taking a sip of his soda. He instantly covered his sore head as Number 5's fist smashed into it. "Ite! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the sore spot and the bruising knot that was following.
She smirked at him. "Just shut up and tell me what's going on in there!"
"What the hell is this?" A voice behind them yelled. Number 5 whirled around, her eyes widening. Number 1 was in back of them looking confused and angry all at the same time. Before she knew what she was doing she was in his arm, claiming his lips with her own, her arms wrapped around him.
"Get a room!" Number 2 barked as he turned away from the two.
Number 1 took Number 5 in his arms. "Why are we still alive?"
"He didn't really kill you, he just… well, he wanted you out of his head."
"So Number 3 will be here soon too?" Number 1 asked, looking over at the cot that held Number 3.
Number 5 looked over too, instead at the blond who lay in his coma like state. "Unless he wants her to stay." She said, saying the one thing that was all on their minds.
The tortured scream rang out through the air, strangled and mutilated with pain. He could only scream out his pain for tears would not pass through his eyes. She was dead! She was dead! He looked down at her body, the bloody mess that he had learned to love. Her face was still beautiful, though no breathe would pass through her lips. Her soul was gone. He looked down one more time before she disintegrated away; leaving no trace that she had been there except the golden sparkles of dust that floated away in the wind.
He was awestruck that it happened. Her body just leaving him, disappearing as if it had never been there. But there was no time for that.
"He's coming your way!" Number 3 yelled over to him. Her breathe coming in pants at the exercise she had endured. "Number 5." She whispered, a tear making its way down the side of her face.
Number 1 looked up at the boy who was coming for him, the wicked looking sword in his hands raised high in the air. He had caused his pain. He had caused her death. It was his fault, all his fault. "I hate you!" He yelled, raising his arm to catch the blow by the sword. There was deep pain but he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore.
Number 4 had strength on his side and with it he pressed down on the boys arm, hoping to cut it off. Number 1 was taller and heavier and his pain was the one thing the other boy did not possess. With his arm he pressed up, knocking the other boy away from him, his sword crashing a few feet away from him. "You killed her!" He yelled, tears pouring down his cheeks. "Why?"
"All shall remain dead!"
He pulled back his fist, hitting the other boy in the face. "Why?"
"All shall remain dead!"
And that's when he went crazy, unleashing his pent up pain and anger. He began to kick and punch the boy, who took each blow unscathed. "I hate you! I hate you!" He yelled over and over again.
Number 3 watched on in shock, her breathing stopped. When her senses came to her she began to shake. Number 1 and Number 4 were going at it. "Stop it Number 1!" She yelled, watching as Number 4 took a well aimed punch in the side of his higher temple. "Stop it please!" Tears came naturally, from the pain of Number 5's death and from the pain of them fighting. "Please!"
"Why did you kill her why?" Number 1 yelled, ignoring Number 3's pleas.
"All shall remain dead!"
"Some something else beside that damnit!" He yelled before he took a hit in the shoulder, the same arm he had deflected the blow with. He cried out as it sent tendrils of pain lancing down his arm. During that time, Number 4 had picked up his sword.
Eyes widened at the sight, Number 3 began to run toward the two. "Number 1!" She scream, her voice shrill with panic. "Watch out!"
He looked up at her, defeated. "I'm sorry." Was all he said as she watched the sword go through his chest. He then, just like Number 5, disintegrated into golden dust that flew into the air, sparkling into the sky.
She opened her eyes, adjusting them to the light. It was bright and she squinted, placing her hand above them to block some of it. After her eyes had adjusted to the light, she got up slowly, wondering where she was. And her answer came, in the form of the lab. "What the heck?" She asked aloud, looking around. It was all there, everything as if she had never left.
"Number 5?" Number 2 asked his eyes wide with shock.
"In the flesh." She answered him as she sat up, pulling up her shirt to look at her stomach. Where there should have been a large slash was nothing- just her normal, dark skin.
"What happened in there? I got back and all I heard was yelling!" Number 2 began to ramble, his hands flying with expressions. "I heard Number 1 yelling your name and Number 3 screaming and then all of a sudden your here!"
"He stabbed me." Number 5 said, walking over to where he was sitting. "I should be dead."
The other boy shook his head 'no'. "What happened? You died?"
"Number 4 went all crazy on us and started slashin' us left and right with a sword. He stabbed me and I died."
"Actually, no. You can't die in his mind." Number 2 said, patting her on the back. "He can kick you out- which his method was by means of violence- but he can't kill you. You would just go back into your body, that's all."
Number 5 sighed. "We'll that sucks! I mean, I said some damn good last words." Trying to make light of the situation, though she was still frightened.
"All I heard was a bunch of romantic mush to Number 1." Number 2 told her, taking a sip of his soda. He instantly covered his sore head as Number 5's fist smashed into it. "Ite! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the sore spot and the bruising knot that was following.
She smirked at him. "Just shut up and tell me what's going on in there!"
"What the hell is this?" A voice behind them yelled. Number 5 whirled around, her eyes widening. Number 1 was in back of them looking confused and angry all at the same time. Before she knew what she was doing she was in his arm, claiming his lips with her own, her arms wrapped around him.
"Get a room!" Number 2 barked as he turned away from the two.
Number 1 took Number 5 in his arms. "Why are we still alive?"
"He didn't really kill you, he just… well, he wanted you out of his head."
"So Number 3 will be here soon too?" Number 1 asked, looking over at the cot that held Number 3.
Number 5 looked over too, instead at the blond who lay in his coma like state. "Unless he wants her to stay." She said, saying the one thing that was all on their minds.
