foreva-urs: this is gonna be fun....
Pixie: *tied down and lying on conveyer belt moving slowly towards swishing axes, steam rollers, and um.... a therapist chair* You have a sick mind you hear me?! A SICK MIND!!!!!
foreva-urs: Mwahahahahaha....
Jock: um, aren't you supposed to be torturing me, not her? *then sees Pia* Hey hot stuff...
Pia: *picks up chainsaw* well, Pixie is a little more enjoyable.... but now that you mention it....
Donari: Suck shit Jock, you must have been pretty stupid to say that. *starts laughing*
Jock: SHUDDUP TOUGH GUY!!! I BET YOU'VE NEVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION!!!!!
Donari: *scratches back of head sheepishly* You'd be surprised.....
foreva-urs: You DO realise he has to deal with ME don't you?
Jock: good point
Pixie: *starts screaming* NOT THE CHAIR!!! ANYTHING BUT THE CHAIR!!!!
foreva-urs: *gives threatening glare* Say it.
Pixie: *gulps* Ok, ok!! foreva is a better writer than ami!!! Lemme go now!!!
foreva-urs: Hey guys! Are ya ready for round two?'
Pia and Donari: Hell yeah.
STEALING MY HEART
Ch.8
How could she live knowing she was someone else's property? Her freedom was the only thing she had left....and to give it away would be her ultimate sacrifice. Even to someone she trusted and cared for.
But to live without him.....
Tiamo shuddered at the mere thought of it. Even now, she couldn't remember how she had managed to cope without his comforting presence around her. Enrique was like a cigarette, she decided, once you got a taste of it you were addicted, and giving it up would be a difficult and painful process. Still, it WAS possible.
Her unusually enchanting eyes stared out onto the busy street. All she would have to do, is raise her hand, jump in a taxi, and mutter a few words... then it would all be over. No more Michael, no more stealing, no more responsibilities, and no Enrique.
Was he worth it? Was he worth carrying all these burdens? Could Tiamo possibly be happy just knowing he would be there for her, to hold her, to wipe away the tears. Or wasn't that enough?
Tiamo felt she was on the verge of a breakdown. It was all so confusing. Sure, she could take option one. She could runaway, leave it all behind and start anew. But it wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same. Enrique's image and love would forever be imprinted into her mind, and there would never be any escape from that.
Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.
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Kai smirked. So she had finally come back...
'So you decided you don't care about getting screwed?'
Tiamo allowed herself to smile a little at his choice of words. 'Fraid not.'
Kai nodded his head knowledgably, 'Interesting....'
The young teen chose to ignore him this time, and brushed past him to where Michael stood, with his arms crossed, glaring at her. 'You get those kids back,' He hissed maliciously, 'or your precious little Enrique will hear all about your collage degree in the art of theft.'
Tiamo gulped, and mustering up every once of courage in her body, she managed to keep her ground, and glare right back. 'You don't need them to keep me here anymore. Keep the info to yourself, and the money will find its way to you in sure time.'
'You got two weeks, girl. Make the most of it.'
But she was already gone.
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A stocky man, that carried himself like a king, sauntered around the mansion. Every rich cherry wood door he passed, he barged into, always looking for Michael. The rooms inhabitance would scream every single time. But why? They didn't know he was a goon. They didn't know he had murdered hundreds with his bare hands.
Maybe it was one of those things when, if you've done it, people just.....know. It's like an aura you give off. Billy shrugged the thoughts away, he didn't give a shit anyway.
'Looking for someone?'
The man's head whipped around in search of the voice. Nervously he stuttered, 'Who-who-who's there?'
The female voice laughed, 'Stupid man. Go away. Your business is taken care of. The money is coming.'
Billy seemed to be thinking whether to trust the voice or not, but eventually decided he was too creeped out to do otherwise. Without another thought, he ran down the corridor and out of the mansion.
Sensing the coast was clear, Tiamo emerged from her hiding spot, only barely stopping herself from laughing.
'T-T-Tiamo?'
Hearing that sweet tone of Enrique's Tiamo turned around and jumped into his arms, and whispered, 'As if I could ever leave you.'
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A small blue-haired boy skipped along the streets of Rome. It was night, but he didn't care. He was too young to know about the dangers. Or at least too immature.
His clone that walked meaningfully beside him knew otherwise. His sea-green eyes stared intelligently forward, and he was scanning the street for any forms of shelter. He had been doing so for quite some time now.
Shiro started singing a song that Tiamo had taught him, or was it more like a lullaby? Riko shrugged, whatever. It was getting on his nerves.
'Shut the fudge up!!!!'
Shiro's bottom lip started to tremble, 'You said a naughty word Riko...'
Riko frowned, 'No I didn't you idiot! The bad word is,'
'Oh never mind.'
'I'm not an idiot.' Shiro said, and suddenly sat cross legged on the concrete.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?!?!?!'
'I'm not going anywhere with someone that thinks I'm dumb.' Shiro pointed out to his twin brother and began playing with some rubbish, 'Tiamo says I don't have to take that...um...sugar....from anyone.'
'Sugar?!'
'It's just a code word for another word momma told us not to ever say.'
*sweat drop* 'Um ok. I'm sorry I said you were an idiot. Now can we go?'
'I'm tired. I don't wanna walk any further.'
Riko was fed up, 'Fine, stay here, but when it starts raining don't come crawling back to me, just coz I was smart enough to find shelter!' Pointing his little nose in the air, he stalked off.
'Wait!'
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Johnny walked into Enrique's chambers, only to find him sticking his tongue in that girls mouth again. 'We HAVE to stop meeting like this.' He stated to get their attention, and sat down on a chair opposite them.
With a final peck on the cheek, Tiamo left the blushing boy behind without a second glance.
'I take it things are going well then?'
Enrique shrugged, 'I guess.'
'Well it looked to me as if you were more than guessing a couple of seconds ago.' Johnny observed with a smug cat-like smile.
Enrique laughed nervously. 'Yep.'
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I'm so sorry you guys but I just wasn't with it today (or the last time I tried to make this chapter longer either) -_-0 The writers block is overrunning me and im a little depressed coz my account got suspended *sob*
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT SEDI AND LUCIFER!!!!!! GODDAMMITT!!! (yes, I know I didn't spell that right....)
4 and a half pages. That's a bit sad. Ah well..... I have excuses.
Luv ya ami. (not literally but u get wat I mean) heh heh...
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
Pixie: *tied down and lying on conveyer belt moving slowly towards swishing axes, steam rollers, and um.... a therapist chair* You have a sick mind you hear me?! A SICK MIND!!!!!
foreva-urs: Mwahahahahaha....
Jock: um, aren't you supposed to be torturing me, not her? *then sees Pia* Hey hot stuff...
Pia: *picks up chainsaw* well, Pixie is a little more enjoyable.... but now that you mention it....
Donari: Suck shit Jock, you must have been pretty stupid to say that. *starts laughing*
Jock: SHUDDUP TOUGH GUY!!! I BET YOU'VE NEVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION!!!!!
Donari: *scratches back of head sheepishly* You'd be surprised.....
foreva-urs: You DO realise he has to deal with ME don't you?
Jock: good point
Pixie: *starts screaming* NOT THE CHAIR!!! ANYTHING BUT THE CHAIR!!!!
foreva-urs: *gives threatening glare* Say it.
Pixie: *gulps* Ok, ok!! foreva is a better writer than ami!!! Lemme go now!!!
foreva-urs: Hey guys! Are ya ready for round two?'
Pia and Donari: Hell yeah.
STEALING MY HEART
Ch.8
How could she live knowing she was someone else's property? Her freedom was the only thing she had left....and to give it away would be her ultimate sacrifice. Even to someone she trusted and cared for.
But to live without him.....
Tiamo shuddered at the mere thought of it. Even now, she couldn't remember how she had managed to cope without his comforting presence around her. Enrique was like a cigarette, she decided, once you got a taste of it you were addicted, and giving it up would be a difficult and painful process. Still, it WAS possible.
Her unusually enchanting eyes stared out onto the busy street. All she would have to do, is raise her hand, jump in a taxi, and mutter a few words... then it would all be over. No more Michael, no more stealing, no more responsibilities, and no Enrique.
Was he worth it? Was he worth carrying all these burdens? Could Tiamo possibly be happy just knowing he would be there for her, to hold her, to wipe away the tears. Or wasn't that enough?
Tiamo felt she was on the verge of a breakdown. It was all so confusing. Sure, she could take option one. She could runaway, leave it all behind and start anew. But it wouldn't be the same. It would never be the same. Enrique's image and love would forever be imprinted into her mind, and there would never be any escape from that.
Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kai smirked. So she had finally come back...
'So you decided you don't care about getting screwed?'
Tiamo allowed herself to smile a little at his choice of words. 'Fraid not.'
Kai nodded his head knowledgably, 'Interesting....'
The young teen chose to ignore him this time, and brushed past him to where Michael stood, with his arms crossed, glaring at her. 'You get those kids back,' He hissed maliciously, 'or your precious little Enrique will hear all about your collage degree in the art of theft.'
Tiamo gulped, and mustering up every once of courage in her body, she managed to keep her ground, and glare right back. 'You don't need them to keep me here anymore. Keep the info to yourself, and the money will find its way to you in sure time.'
'You got two weeks, girl. Make the most of it.'
But she was already gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A stocky man, that carried himself like a king, sauntered around the mansion. Every rich cherry wood door he passed, he barged into, always looking for Michael. The rooms inhabitance would scream every single time. But why? They didn't know he was a goon. They didn't know he had murdered hundreds with his bare hands.
Maybe it was one of those things when, if you've done it, people just.....know. It's like an aura you give off. Billy shrugged the thoughts away, he didn't give a shit anyway.
'Looking for someone?'
The man's head whipped around in search of the voice. Nervously he stuttered, 'Who-who-who's there?'
The female voice laughed, 'Stupid man. Go away. Your business is taken care of. The money is coming.'
Billy seemed to be thinking whether to trust the voice or not, but eventually decided he was too creeped out to do otherwise. Without another thought, he ran down the corridor and out of the mansion.
Sensing the coast was clear, Tiamo emerged from her hiding spot, only barely stopping herself from laughing.
'T-T-Tiamo?'
Hearing that sweet tone of Enrique's Tiamo turned around and jumped into his arms, and whispered, 'As if I could ever leave you.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small blue-haired boy skipped along the streets of Rome. It was night, but he didn't care. He was too young to know about the dangers. Or at least too immature.
His clone that walked meaningfully beside him knew otherwise. His sea-green eyes stared intelligently forward, and he was scanning the street for any forms of shelter. He had been doing so for quite some time now.
Shiro started singing a song that Tiamo had taught him, or was it more like a lullaby? Riko shrugged, whatever. It was getting on his nerves.
'Shut the fudge up!!!!'
Shiro's bottom lip started to tremble, 'You said a naughty word Riko...'
Riko frowned, 'No I didn't you idiot! The bad word is,'
'Oh never mind.'
'I'm not an idiot.' Shiro said, and suddenly sat cross legged on the concrete.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!?!?!?!'
'I'm not going anywhere with someone that thinks I'm dumb.' Shiro pointed out to his twin brother and began playing with some rubbish, 'Tiamo says I don't have to take that...um...sugar....from anyone.'
'Sugar?!'
'It's just a code word for another word momma told us not to ever say.'
*sweat drop* 'Um ok. I'm sorry I said you were an idiot. Now can we go?'
'I'm tired. I don't wanna walk any further.'
Riko was fed up, 'Fine, stay here, but when it starts raining don't come crawling back to me, just coz I was smart enough to find shelter!' Pointing his little nose in the air, he stalked off.
'Wait!'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Johnny walked into Enrique's chambers, only to find him sticking his tongue in that girls mouth again. 'We HAVE to stop meeting like this.' He stated to get their attention, and sat down on a chair opposite them.
With a final peck on the cheek, Tiamo left the blushing boy behind without a second glance.
'I take it things are going well then?'
Enrique shrugged, 'I guess.'
'Well it looked to me as if you were more than guessing a couple of seconds ago.' Johnny observed with a smug cat-like smile.
Enrique laughed nervously. 'Yep.'
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I'm so sorry you guys but I just wasn't with it today (or the last time I tried to make this chapter longer either) -_-0 The writers block is overrunning me and im a little depressed coz my account got suspended *sob*
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT SEDI AND LUCIFER!!!!!! GODDAMMITT!!! (yes, I know I didn't spell that right....)
4 and a half pages. That's a bit sad. Ah well..... I have excuses.
Luv ya ami. (not literally but u get wat I mean) heh heh...
~*¿*~foreva-urs~*¿*~
