Howdy there folks so incredibly sorry about the late update, school has been driving me up the wall! Anyway, please keep your patience because I'm going away for a few days so another update might take a little while... (tries to avoid the violent blows...)
ENJOY!
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The sky was littered with an array of colors. Reds, yellows, pinks, blues, and purple radiated in whirlwinds across the horizon. As a result the mountains nearby that rested on the earth with a confident foundation appeared to be discolored and enchanted. The fields that lied beneath them were speckled with wildflowers of all breeds that swayed back and forth at the breeze's gentle touch.
He saw her there.
Her back was turned but he knew it was her. Her blonde hair that was brushed out to her shoulders with gentle curls blew in the same direction as the wildflowers that she was now bending down slightly to graze with her fingertips. The hem of her white gown flustered out just beyond her knees, and it's strapless curve allowed the firm shape of her shoulder blades to ponder out just barely enough to attract the silky material. He could tell she knew that he was there, but she was just taunting him...teasing him until he finally came close enough to embrace her. He could feel the corners of his mouth turn up at the thought of her form in his arms. Her back was still turned, but he could see the shadow of her eyelashes on the smooth petals that she now held in her hand.
He was so close.
He just had to reach out to her. To know she was real and that everything wrong with the world would simply go when they were finally together. He placed his feet in front of each other and as he came closer he could feel the warmth of the air increasing and becoming less damp. He was just behind her now...she was so close he could touch her if he reached out far enough... But the air became more than just warm. In fact the still nature of the air lingered around them and without warning the wildflowers burst into flame! Sending everything in their path blazing with a golden shroud.
She stood between the mountains, unmoving. Didn't she know she was in danger? Wasn't she aware of the horrid pain that awaited her? He had to warn her! He began to call out to her! Screaming her name and yelling to anything that would listen to his desperate pleas to shoo her away. But still it was obvious she couldn't hear him because she remained still, her back facing him, her face unseen to him and everything else in his direction. The fire continued to grow and shelter everything in the field including her and the gown she impaled. But the silence that had echoed around his cries was interrupted by the fierce screaming and cries of the only victim to belong to the fire.
He listened to her die.
Unable to move and incapable of responding to any action he remained and watched as the flesh that he once dreamed of kissing melted onto the dying and browning ground. Her hair lost it's color and sparked off and finally burned off entirely. Then and only then did she turn to him...her face peeling tissue and remaining muscle and bone falling away to the massive heat. The disgusting image that lay before him made his stomach churn and ache and he felt tears spring at his eyes as he saw her pupils fall from their sockets and her features slowly melt away and dissolved into ash...
"No!" Mort screamed out into the solid night that echoed in every pore of the room around him. The only thing now available now to his senses was the sound of his own heaving breath and the mocking chirp of animals outside his window. He shifted from side to side feeling his sheets beneath his crinkled hands before he realized that he had simply had a nightmare.
He put his head in his hands and commanded his breath to calm itself. It was just a dream, just a dream... He repeated that saying over and over in his mind but the statement didn't help. Instead he closed his eyes in an effect to soothe himself but the only thing he saw was Eva and he scalding flesh.
He shook his head some more. He had to get to her, had to make sure she was all right! But after all the only thing he had was a dream after all... He threw himself out of his sweat soaked bed and began the process of lacing but his boots before he grabbed a somewhat clean T-shirt from the chair in the corner and grabbed his keys mumbling something similar to a prayer in his head...hoping it was only a disturbing dream.
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Eva clung the thin quilt to her chest and rolled to her opposite side of her bed. But several seconds after the shift she opened her eyes, instantly aware that her feeling of no longer being alone wasn't just her imagination. So she used the base of her arms to lift herself up over the sheets and quilt that shielded her body and gasped instantly looking toward the door of her room that was slowly beginning to open.
She felt her breath catch in her chest and an intense fear began running through her blood...until the form of her person opening the door was revealed.
"Michael is that you?"
The reply to her question was the sudden shutting on of a nearby lamp and the distorted grunt of Michael himself. Eva gasped as her eyes adjusted to the light and she found herself covering her mouth with her hand and jumping out of her bed at the sight of the intense injuries that lye on Michael's body.
"Oh my god Michael what happened?!"
Eva noticed the limp in Michael's step as he nearly fell away to the rocking chair that lingered in the corner of the room. She kneeled against the floor next to him and gently rested a palm on his shoulder. He remained silent however and tossed himself back and forth slightly as though he was desperate to calm himself.
"Michael? Mikey? Who did this to you Michael? Please...baby talk to me."
"Muggers...on the way home from rounds tonight...just a couple of kids...they didn't like the lack of cash I was caring..." He began stuttering on his words by then and the widened look of horror and fear was evident in his fianc's face.
"Oh you poor thing...we have to call the police." Eva attempted to reach for the phone but she found that her hand was stopped by Michael's endearing fist.
"No!" He shouted. "It's...it's not that big of a deal Eva..." He stuttered once again and at the questing look on Eva face he decided that his answer needed more padding.
"It's just that...well I really don't think those kids knew what they were getting themselves into...and if we bring the authorities into this...well they might get in more trouble than necessary." Eva paused in her action but then her face softened and she retracted her hand, kneeling down once more to meet his tiered gaze.
"OK...but just promise me you'll stay here tonight, I don't want you driving home..." Eva slowly rested the back of her hand on Michael's forehead. "Besides, you might have a concussion."
Her patient simply nodded in response and once again rested his head in his shaking hands.
Meanwhile Eva sighed heavily and retreated to the kitchen to obtain an ice pack and a first aid kit. But as she reached the end of her hallway a feeling of uneasiness hit the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't quite right with Michael's story. She knew he was lying...well maybe not lying entirely but not tell the "whole" truth. Either way she felt uncomfortable not knowing what had happened. After all he did have all kind of bumps and bruises and a few scrapes on his face... She remembered the way his hands shook, and the root his always took when he had to work mid nights at the hospital it wasn't rough neightboorhood...damn her original thoughts were right.
He did lie.
Eva angrily shut the freezer door and rested her hand on her hip breathing heavily into her chest. Who did he think he was anyway? After all they were suppose to be planning their wedding and spending the rest of their lives together! How he possibly not trust her enough to tell her about something "clearly" important that had happened?! She felt the rage beginning to raise her blood pressure and decided that a lecture and a telling off session was definitely in order.
She stormed down the hallway silently swearing to herself about the late hour she now realized it was...wishing he had never woke her up and that she was still soundly resting in the peacefully word of her slumber.
Some kind of sound echoed in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite make it out...but it sounded like someone was...on the roof? This night just kept getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Still, Eva shrugged off the noise and continued on the journey back to her room, but upon returning she instantly realized that Michael was no longer resting calming in the rocking chair but was instead sleeping sounded in the center of her bed. She rolled her eyes and sighed, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"Great" She muttered.
"Just great..."
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OK another picture of Ray Park to anyone who can guess what kind of trouble Michael is in...go ahead and guess you know you want to!
ENJOY!
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The sky was littered with an array of colors. Reds, yellows, pinks, blues, and purple radiated in whirlwinds across the horizon. As a result the mountains nearby that rested on the earth with a confident foundation appeared to be discolored and enchanted. The fields that lied beneath them were speckled with wildflowers of all breeds that swayed back and forth at the breeze's gentle touch.
He saw her there.
Her back was turned but he knew it was her. Her blonde hair that was brushed out to her shoulders with gentle curls blew in the same direction as the wildflowers that she was now bending down slightly to graze with her fingertips. The hem of her white gown flustered out just beyond her knees, and it's strapless curve allowed the firm shape of her shoulder blades to ponder out just barely enough to attract the silky material. He could tell she knew that he was there, but she was just taunting him...teasing him until he finally came close enough to embrace her. He could feel the corners of his mouth turn up at the thought of her form in his arms. Her back was still turned, but he could see the shadow of her eyelashes on the smooth petals that she now held in her hand.
He was so close.
He just had to reach out to her. To know she was real and that everything wrong with the world would simply go when they were finally together. He placed his feet in front of each other and as he came closer he could feel the warmth of the air increasing and becoming less damp. He was just behind her now...she was so close he could touch her if he reached out far enough... But the air became more than just warm. In fact the still nature of the air lingered around them and without warning the wildflowers burst into flame! Sending everything in their path blazing with a golden shroud.
She stood between the mountains, unmoving. Didn't she know she was in danger? Wasn't she aware of the horrid pain that awaited her? He had to warn her! He began to call out to her! Screaming her name and yelling to anything that would listen to his desperate pleas to shoo her away. But still it was obvious she couldn't hear him because she remained still, her back facing him, her face unseen to him and everything else in his direction. The fire continued to grow and shelter everything in the field including her and the gown she impaled. But the silence that had echoed around his cries was interrupted by the fierce screaming and cries of the only victim to belong to the fire.
He listened to her die.
Unable to move and incapable of responding to any action he remained and watched as the flesh that he once dreamed of kissing melted onto the dying and browning ground. Her hair lost it's color and sparked off and finally burned off entirely. Then and only then did she turn to him...her face peeling tissue and remaining muscle and bone falling away to the massive heat. The disgusting image that lay before him made his stomach churn and ache and he felt tears spring at his eyes as he saw her pupils fall from their sockets and her features slowly melt away and dissolved into ash...
"No!" Mort screamed out into the solid night that echoed in every pore of the room around him. The only thing now available now to his senses was the sound of his own heaving breath and the mocking chirp of animals outside his window. He shifted from side to side feeling his sheets beneath his crinkled hands before he realized that he had simply had a nightmare.
He put his head in his hands and commanded his breath to calm itself. It was just a dream, just a dream... He repeated that saying over and over in his mind but the statement didn't help. Instead he closed his eyes in an effect to soothe himself but the only thing he saw was Eva and he scalding flesh.
He shook his head some more. He had to get to her, had to make sure she was all right! But after all the only thing he had was a dream after all... He threw himself out of his sweat soaked bed and began the process of lacing but his boots before he grabbed a somewhat clean T-shirt from the chair in the corner and grabbed his keys mumbling something similar to a prayer in his head...hoping it was only a disturbing dream.
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Eva clung the thin quilt to her chest and rolled to her opposite side of her bed. But several seconds after the shift she opened her eyes, instantly aware that her feeling of no longer being alone wasn't just her imagination. So she used the base of her arms to lift herself up over the sheets and quilt that shielded her body and gasped instantly looking toward the door of her room that was slowly beginning to open.
She felt her breath catch in her chest and an intense fear began running through her blood...until the form of her person opening the door was revealed.
"Michael is that you?"
The reply to her question was the sudden shutting on of a nearby lamp and the distorted grunt of Michael himself. Eva gasped as her eyes adjusted to the light and she found herself covering her mouth with her hand and jumping out of her bed at the sight of the intense injuries that lye on Michael's body.
"Oh my god Michael what happened?!"
Eva noticed the limp in Michael's step as he nearly fell away to the rocking chair that lingered in the corner of the room. She kneeled against the floor next to him and gently rested a palm on his shoulder. He remained silent however and tossed himself back and forth slightly as though he was desperate to calm himself.
"Michael? Mikey? Who did this to you Michael? Please...baby talk to me."
"Muggers...on the way home from rounds tonight...just a couple of kids...they didn't like the lack of cash I was caring..." He began stuttering on his words by then and the widened look of horror and fear was evident in his fianc's face.
"Oh you poor thing...we have to call the police." Eva attempted to reach for the phone but she found that her hand was stopped by Michael's endearing fist.
"No!" He shouted. "It's...it's not that big of a deal Eva..." He stuttered once again and at the questing look on Eva face he decided that his answer needed more padding.
"It's just that...well I really don't think those kids knew what they were getting themselves into...and if we bring the authorities into this...well they might get in more trouble than necessary." Eva paused in her action but then her face softened and she retracted her hand, kneeling down once more to meet his tiered gaze.
"OK...but just promise me you'll stay here tonight, I don't want you driving home..." Eva slowly rested the back of her hand on Michael's forehead. "Besides, you might have a concussion."
Her patient simply nodded in response and once again rested his head in his shaking hands.
Meanwhile Eva sighed heavily and retreated to the kitchen to obtain an ice pack and a first aid kit. But as she reached the end of her hallway a feeling of uneasiness hit the pit of her stomach. Something wasn't quite right with Michael's story. She knew he was lying...well maybe not lying entirely but not tell the "whole" truth. Either way she felt uncomfortable not knowing what had happened. After all he did have all kind of bumps and bruises and a few scrapes on his face... She remembered the way his hands shook, and the root his always took when he had to work mid nights at the hospital it wasn't rough neightboorhood...damn her original thoughts were right.
He did lie.
Eva angrily shut the freezer door and rested her hand on her hip breathing heavily into her chest. Who did he think he was anyway? After all they were suppose to be planning their wedding and spending the rest of their lives together! How he possibly not trust her enough to tell her about something "clearly" important that had happened?! She felt the rage beginning to raise her blood pressure and decided that a lecture and a telling off session was definitely in order.
She stormed down the hallway silently swearing to herself about the late hour she now realized it was...wishing he had never woke her up and that she was still soundly resting in the peacefully word of her slumber.
Some kind of sound echoed in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite make it out...but it sounded like someone was...on the roof? This night just kept getting stranger and stranger by the minute. Still, Eva shrugged off the noise and continued on the journey back to her room, but upon returning she instantly realized that Michael was no longer resting calming in the rocking chair but was instead sleeping sounded in the center of her bed. She rolled her eyes and sighed, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"Great" She muttered.
"Just great..."
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OK another picture of Ray Park to anyone who can guess what kind of trouble Michael is in...go ahead and guess you know you want to!