I'm gonna put this as Victor's POV cuz it's fun. No, no more swear words
(well not too many anyway.)
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone -Savage Garden "Crash and Burn"
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I didn't like this. He shouldn't have come. Logan seems to have that effect to make everyone go over the edge, I've seen it happen. He sure picked the wrong person to shove over the edge tonight.
I knew how hard Ororo had it, well an idea of it anyway. She was the pillar everyone else could lean on, the person no one thought would ever care. It's hard to simply get people to think of you that way, I would know. Took a lot of killing to get respect and a hell of a lot more to earn my way into Eric's little freak club. And I was the emotionless one too. Not the pillar, but the emotionless one.
I stood in between that jerk and my girl (yea mine), not wanting him to ruin the mood she was in more than he already had. No, he had to make her lose control. He had to push her over the edge. I would've killed him if she didn't have that vicious glint in her eyes. She smelled of revenge, to what I wouldn't know till later. He was dead no matter what way you look at it.
I watched her from my spot, wishing I could rip his throat out instead. No, I wouldn't not with the air sizzling like it is now. She had yelled her frustration at him, shot her twenty one bolts of lightning at his now fried form. Her pain ripped at my insides, making me want to take her pain away. Her snow then covered him, like she was banishing him to the grave. I hurt for her, having to grow up with pressure all around you.
Then she started to fall. I was there in an instant, holding her warm body against me. She was out, recovering the strength she had wasted on the petty fool. I wasn't going to take her back to the condemned place they confined her to. So I did the one thing I could do. I took her back to my place. Probably wouldn't be too smart later but it was an impulsive decision.
My place was a house that had been abandoned for several years, not too far from the tavern. I had just got settled in before leaving to go to the taverns. It was small but it had a bathroom and a bed, all I needed. I laid her down on the dark colored sheets, admiring her. She was so beautiful, cocoa skin, silvery white hair in the moonlight, thin face, long lashes. She was striking if such a simple word could hold her beauty. (Oh great now I'm thinking poetry.)
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. My body grows weary from my recent lack of sleep. I want to sleep beside her. But I know she would probably kill me if I do.
And that's suppose to stop me?
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this chapter sucks. I'll rewrite it when I get the time sorry.
Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone -Savage Garden "Crash and Burn"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
I didn't like this. He shouldn't have come. Logan seems to have that effect to make everyone go over the edge, I've seen it happen. He sure picked the wrong person to shove over the edge tonight.
I knew how hard Ororo had it, well an idea of it anyway. She was the pillar everyone else could lean on, the person no one thought would ever care. It's hard to simply get people to think of you that way, I would know. Took a lot of killing to get respect and a hell of a lot more to earn my way into Eric's little freak club. And I was the emotionless one too. Not the pillar, but the emotionless one.
I stood in between that jerk and my girl (yea mine), not wanting him to ruin the mood she was in more than he already had. No, he had to make her lose control. He had to push her over the edge. I would've killed him if she didn't have that vicious glint in her eyes. She smelled of revenge, to what I wouldn't know till later. He was dead no matter what way you look at it.
I watched her from my spot, wishing I could rip his throat out instead. No, I wouldn't not with the air sizzling like it is now. She had yelled her frustration at him, shot her twenty one bolts of lightning at his now fried form. Her pain ripped at my insides, making me want to take her pain away. Her snow then covered him, like she was banishing him to the grave. I hurt for her, having to grow up with pressure all around you.
Then she started to fall. I was there in an instant, holding her warm body against me. She was out, recovering the strength she had wasted on the petty fool. I wasn't going to take her back to the condemned place they confined her to. So I did the one thing I could do. I took her back to my place. Probably wouldn't be too smart later but it was an impulsive decision.
My place was a house that had been abandoned for several years, not too far from the tavern. I had just got settled in before leaving to go to the taverns. It was small but it had a bathroom and a bed, all I needed. I laid her down on the dark colored sheets, admiring her. She was so beautiful, cocoa skin, silvery white hair in the moonlight, thin face, long lashes. She was striking if such a simple word could hold her beauty. (Oh great now I'm thinking poetry.)
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. My body grows weary from my recent lack of sleep. I want to sleep beside her. But I know she would probably kill me if I do.
And that's suppose to stop me?
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this chapter sucks. I'll rewrite it when I get the time sorry.