Chibi Amo: I love the reviews I get, and I'm loving this fic! I'm thinking of making a sequel, or adding more chapters, what do you readers think? 6 chapters are far too short for a fanfic like this, to me anyways! And to thank my wonderful reviewers:
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Note: The song in this chapter is called "Place For My Head" by Linkin Park
Guardian Angel
Chapter #5: Between Life And Death
I watch how the moon sits in the sky
On a dark night shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon
Assuming the moon's going to owe it one
Not the smallest bit of weariness comes upon me. I only want Boris gone, nothing more.
The room suddenly grows cold, and much darker.
A black shape forms in the shadows; cold blasts of wind are rushing past me.
A large amount of black light flashes, I shield my eyes.
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me
There he is, Boris stands in front of me, but something is horribly wrong with his features.
His eyes have completely sunk in, there's nothing but massive, rotting black holes where they used to be, with a glint of red in their depths. His face is covered with scars and his cheeks have sunk in and are rotting away, as if maggots are working away in there and his teeth have completely rotted away. His clothes are tattered and torn, and I can see large slashes where his bones are showing underneath. His skin is deathly pale, and rotting, along with thousands of scars on it, and his hair is ruffled and wild.
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
But the worst is the smile he has on his face. An evil sneer that spoke of murder.
"You thought I was dead didn't you?" Boris said insanely "Well the joke's on you now isn't it?!"
I stare at the insane man.
"Dead!" he yelled "Dead! But I'm still walking aren't I?! I'm still talking aren't I?! AND NOW I WILL KILL YOU!" He screeched, the red deep in those rotting eyes shining more brightly, and he began drooling and screaming as he pulled out a knife.
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
He leaps for me, thrusting the knife forward. I barely dodge, and get my arm slashed.
The pain shoots though me once again; my arm is beginning to bleed badly.
You appear again, this time you're in front of me, trying to stop Boris's attacks.
"YOU!?" Boris screeches pointing at you "YOU! I THOUGHT I HAD DISPOSED OF YOU!?"
"You thought wrong Boris! Brooklyn, get ready to fight back!" You throw me something, a gun.
Maybe someday I'll be just like you, and
Step on people like you do and
Run away the people I thought I knew
"FOOL!" Boris screams, "I'M DEAD! HOW CAN YOU HARM SOMETHING ALREADY NOT OF THIS WORLD?!"
I pull the trigger, the bullet passes right though Boris's stomach.
"Did you expect that to hurt me?! Foolish boy!" Boris said laughing insanely.
He goes for me again, I dodge without getting hit this time, and fire.
I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, but you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome
Now you see how quiet it is, all alone
The bullet now goes though his chest, and very close to his heart.
Boris seems enraged.
"YOU DARE SHOOT ME?!" He yells, pulling out the bullet by hand.
I suddenly realize something.
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
"Brooklyn! Aim for his heart, that's his weak spot!" You tell me urgently.
Easier said then done. I dodge Boris's next assault with some difficulty, and I can't shoot too well with a bloody arm.
I pull the trigger again.
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
Boris dodges it, and it makes a small hole in a wall.
I turn to face Boris, he's charging towards me.
"TOO LATE!" Boris shrieks in an insanely triumphant voice.
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
He's rushing towards me with the dagger. I'll be able to hit him, I'm sure of that, but there's no way I'll be able to get out of the way in time to dodge the knife.
As soon as Boris is in striking range, I pull the trigger.
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You appear between Boris and myself.
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head
The bullet goes though your back, and straight into Boris's heart.
His knife goes directly into your heart…
I am so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
Chibi Amo: I can't believe I wrote that… O.o… ::looks up shocked::
J-chan: Amo… you've got problems…
Chibi Amo: We BOTH do…
J-chan: True…
Chibi Amo: I need some help from the readers! I want to have a sorta sweet ending for this fanfic, but I don't know what to do! AAAAAAAAAAH! WRITERS BLOCK! I KNOW WHAT TO WRITE NEXT BUT I NEED AN ENDING! ::runs in circles::
J-chan: Whoa, CHILL!
Chibi Amo: HOW CAN I CHILL WHEN I'VE GOT WRITERS BLOCK FOR MY ENDING!? THAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT PART!
J-chan: O.o;;… Please help her
Chibi Amo: I'M BEGGING!
R&R!!!!
Ja ne!!!
Closing Quote: Darkness rises, as it also falls
-Chibi Amo
P.S PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!