Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the character that you have heard of
before. Any of the ones you have not heard of, BELONG to me.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. Also school has been out for about a month now and I've been around a lot. Also before school was out I had bunches of projects and tests to do and study for.
Sorry about the wait and I'll try my hardest not to wait that long, but I will if no one reviews, 'cause I LOVE reviews and I need them to write. I have Juvenal Rheumatoid Arthritis in lots of my joints, including my writs and fingers, and it hurts like hell to type, but I LOVE doing this and I LOVE people reading my stuff. So I would very much like reviews, so it gives me something to make the pain worthwhile.
And I don't know if I still have the feeling as before so could you people tell me anything that would help me please. Anyhow read and review. So here's the chapter.
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I didn't know what was happening, I couldn't move and all I saw was that small pistol. I was frozen, utterly frozen.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, I wanted to hide; yet above all I wanted to die. It was odd for me to want that, but I did. Everything inside me was based on lies and deceit. I wanted to be released and free. I wanted to be with my first family again and all my other families I had secretly learned to love.
I heard shouts and I could see the teachers running towards the boy and me. I heard sirens from the cop cars racing down the street. Yet all of my attention was on my captor.
"Are you prepared to die?" He quietly asked me in a hunting tone.
"I've been ready to die for a long time." I answered truthfully as I spread out my arms.
I wanted him to let his little finger to just slide on that trigger, but it too seemed frozen.
"Are you ready to kill?" I asked the boy.
At first he did nothing, but then he to told the truth. "I've been trained to kill, the time has finally come and this will be a moment to remember."
The teachers approached and the cops as well. And finally the shot came. The hot silver bullet plunged into my ghostly pale flesh and then the pain took over.
My body tumbled over and the darkness over came me. I could still hear everything around me but my vision had fallen to the dark.
Paramedics appeared and they said they could do nothing to stop the bleeding. They said I was going to be dead soon and a smile formed on my lips.
But then I heard a car screech and a man sprinting towards the scene. I heard him ask if I would be all right and they answered no. I wondered if I knew him or not.
After a few second my brain took over and I realized whom that was. It was Uncle Weiss! He was the man that gave me my new lives, my lies to live by, yet he was also the man who was there for me in my greatest times of need. And here he was now, and I would be giving up on him like he said he would never do to me.
My smile became a frown and I wished to return to my body. I wanted him to hold me and read me stories and let me sit on his lap well he typed. I wanted him to keep me and let me belong to him. I wanted him to break the rules with me like he usually did. I wanted him for a daddy no one else.
I tried reaching out to the light; I tried to swim my way through hell to my body. I didn't want to leave; no I didn't want to leave.
Uncle Weiss picked up my limp body in his muscular arms and took me to his vehicle. He placed me on a comfortable spot and I felt like death was finally coming for me.
The bleeding continued and my body gave way, my breathing shallows, and my heart slows.
I heard Uncle Weiss crying as he held my hand. I wanted so much to die, but now I want to live.
My breathing stopped, my heart gave in, and the darkness engulfed me.
Uncle Weiss held me and whispered to my lifeless body. "Come back to me, Gabrielle. Please come back to me. Come on Gabrielle Liv please, please don't die on me."
With that my body lightened and my heart started beating again. My breathing returned and I slowly began to smile.
But as I did so my body fell into the lifeless shadows. And I lost all consciousness. Yet still I smiled for I had a name, a real name Gabrielle Liv. And I would, would what I asked myself, live.
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Author's Note: It was short I know but it got in stuff! Plus I took me a while, especially the name! I had a list of 30 sets of first and middle names 10 from 3 friends and 1 was Gabrielle Augustine, but I don't like the name Augustine, plus live means 'Life' and 'Protector' So I liked that name.
How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
SO REVIEW NOW.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. Also school has been out for about a month now and I've been around a lot. Also before school was out I had bunches of projects and tests to do and study for.
Sorry about the wait and I'll try my hardest not to wait that long, but I will if no one reviews, 'cause I LOVE reviews and I need them to write. I have Juvenal Rheumatoid Arthritis in lots of my joints, including my writs and fingers, and it hurts like hell to type, but I LOVE doing this and I LOVE people reading my stuff. So I would very much like reviews, so it gives me something to make the pain worthwhile.
And I don't know if I still have the feeling as before so could you people tell me anything that would help me please. Anyhow read and review. So here's the chapter.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I didn't know what was happening, I couldn't move and all I saw was that small pistol. I was frozen, utterly frozen.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, I wanted to hide; yet above all I wanted to die. It was odd for me to want that, but I did. Everything inside me was based on lies and deceit. I wanted to be released and free. I wanted to be with my first family again and all my other families I had secretly learned to love.
I heard shouts and I could see the teachers running towards the boy and me. I heard sirens from the cop cars racing down the street. Yet all of my attention was on my captor.
"Are you prepared to die?" He quietly asked me in a hunting tone.
"I've been ready to die for a long time." I answered truthfully as I spread out my arms.
I wanted him to let his little finger to just slide on that trigger, but it too seemed frozen.
"Are you ready to kill?" I asked the boy.
At first he did nothing, but then he to told the truth. "I've been trained to kill, the time has finally come and this will be a moment to remember."
The teachers approached and the cops as well. And finally the shot came. The hot silver bullet plunged into my ghostly pale flesh and then the pain took over.
My body tumbled over and the darkness over came me. I could still hear everything around me but my vision had fallen to the dark.
Paramedics appeared and they said they could do nothing to stop the bleeding. They said I was going to be dead soon and a smile formed on my lips.
But then I heard a car screech and a man sprinting towards the scene. I heard him ask if I would be all right and they answered no. I wondered if I knew him or not.
After a few second my brain took over and I realized whom that was. It was Uncle Weiss! He was the man that gave me my new lives, my lies to live by, yet he was also the man who was there for me in my greatest times of need. And here he was now, and I would be giving up on him like he said he would never do to me.
My smile became a frown and I wished to return to my body. I wanted him to hold me and read me stories and let me sit on his lap well he typed. I wanted him to keep me and let me belong to him. I wanted him to break the rules with me like he usually did. I wanted him for a daddy no one else.
I tried reaching out to the light; I tried to swim my way through hell to my body. I didn't want to leave; no I didn't want to leave.
Uncle Weiss picked up my limp body in his muscular arms and took me to his vehicle. He placed me on a comfortable spot and I felt like death was finally coming for me.
The bleeding continued and my body gave way, my breathing shallows, and my heart slows.
I heard Uncle Weiss crying as he held my hand. I wanted so much to die, but now I want to live.
My breathing stopped, my heart gave in, and the darkness engulfed me.
Uncle Weiss held me and whispered to my lifeless body. "Come back to me, Gabrielle. Please come back to me. Come on Gabrielle Liv please, please don't die on me."
With that my body lightened and my heart started beating again. My breathing returned and I slowly began to smile.
But as I did so my body fell into the lifeless shadows. And I lost all consciousness. Yet still I smiled for I had a name, a real name Gabrielle Liv. And I would, would what I asked myself, live.
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Author's Note: It was short I know but it got in stuff! Plus I took me a while, especially the name! I had a list of 30 sets of first and middle names 10 from 3 friends and 1 was Gabrielle Augustine, but I don't like the name Augustine, plus live means 'Life' and 'Protector' So I liked that name.
How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
SO REVIEW NOW.