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Nightmares,
written by Whipper
//No, no, no, nononononono...//
"NO!!"
A big, warm hand came down on the young man's shoulder but he didn't seem to notice. The tears just kept streaming from eyes that seemed way too large for the thin, pale face and he was shaking badly. The giant that was his friend repeated the teenagers name over and over again but he wouldn't answer, and finally the Dagger just pulled him into a tight embrace and held him hard. The large man lacked the words to comfort the grieving manchild but that didn't stop him. He spoke using the only language he mastered fully; touch. A stranger might have found it amazing that such big and strong hands could be used so gently; rubbing a trembling back, wiping away hot tears... But for those who knew him the concern and care he showed for his young friend wouldn't have come as a surprise.
What would have surprised, and shocked, them would have been the state the two men where in. Wet and cold, clothes torn and dirty. The pale and gaunt looks wouldn't have done much to help the picture either. They would have wondered what had happened, where they where...and most importantly of all; how came nobody had came to their rescue?
This two men didn't lack friends; they where plenty of men and women that were proud of being able to call themselves their friends. Men and women that willingly would do anything to help them.
Yet here they where; this strange couple of friends. Alone. Cold. And afraid.
In the middle of a blue, blue sea with no shore in sight.
THE END
written by Whipper
//No, no, no, nononononono...//
"NO!!"
A big, warm hand came down on the young man's shoulder but he didn't seem to notice. The tears just kept streaming from eyes that seemed way too large for the thin, pale face and he was shaking badly. The giant that was his friend repeated the teenagers name over and over again but he wouldn't answer, and finally the Dagger just pulled him into a tight embrace and held him hard. The large man lacked the words to comfort the grieving manchild but that didn't stop him. He spoke using the only language he mastered fully; touch. A stranger might have found it amazing that such big and strong hands could be used so gently; rubbing a trembling back, wiping away hot tears... But for those who knew him the concern and care he showed for his young friend wouldn't have come as a surprise.
What would have surprised, and shocked, them would have been the state the two men where in. Wet and cold, clothes torn and dirty. The pale and gaunt looks wouldn't have done much to help the picture either. They would have wondered what had happened, where they where...and most importantly of all; how came nobody had came to their rescue?
This two men didn't lack friends; they where plenty of men and women that were proud of being able to call themselves their friends. Men and women that willingly would do anything to help them.
Yet here they where; this strange couple of friends. Alone. Cold. And afraid.
In the middle of a blue, blue sea with no shore in sight.