ok this sort of came to my mind, i'm putting it at horror for now, but i am unsure of what genre it is. ummm i dont have any set character in mind for this so use your imaginationi
Disclaimer:i own nothing, it explains why i am completely broke...
You stagger down the hallway, peering at the form in front of you, it's a girl. She's hanging from a chandelier by a pair of dog tags. Your arms encircle her and you lift her into your slightly muscular arms. Cradling her like a child, you lay her on the floor and feel her neck for a pulse. When you are greeted with naught your usually tough demeanor crumbles and your tears drip on her usually lively face. Her features are lifeless and set in a permanent frown with open, mascara run eyes. You tenderly rest your forefinger and thumb on her eyelids and shut her eyes. You take her hands in yours and hold them up to your face, nestling your nose into her limp hands, tears collecting like raindrops in her palm. You lay sobbing next to her.
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Rogue hovers in the air in front of you; her arms are extended outward, her palms facing up. A long jade nightgown clothed her normally covered form, it ended around her knees. You swear you could see a type of aura around her forever encasing her beauty. Around the both of you, she forms a circle of warmth; it takes you a few minutes to realize that the heat is a blazing fire. A second circle is made around you two, this time it is the wintry feel of ice. Then chance metallic objects begin to make they're way around you. You start to understand that she is showing you. She is displaying those whose powers she took whilst absorbing someone, yours are there too. Her palms are covered in blood it drips off her hands onto the floor, mere inches from where you stand. She nears you, her breathe on your neck and your hair stands on end on the back of your neck. She does this to you, even at the first meeting. Pale skin glistens in the soft moonlight; lips are a delicate pink, tousled dark brown hair flipped over her shoulders. You need her, want her with the visceral passion that damages the male gender. She leans towards you eyes closed and lips parted, you edge to meet her.
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You move together in a smooth continuous rhythm. Your bodies are slick with sweat and you hear her gasp and moan beneath you. She wants this, you want this, you have waited too long to give up now. You begin to feel her powers pull at your essence, life force; you were never sure what to call it. You near climax and you realize she is too. Suddenly a sharp indescribable pain quivers through you body. Looking down at your bare stomach there is a dagger wedged into your abdomen. It appears to be two ended for there is a dagger in hers as well. She gasps, but not out of pleasure this time, of pain. Both are unsure of how the blade came to be there. You attempt to pull away, but the harder you pull, the closer the knife draws you two together. Her eyes begin to show signs of tears, and blood drips out of her mouth. She mouths the words I love you, and her blood spouts and spills itself upon you. You barely notice your own blood uniting with hers. The bitter tang of blood infiltrates your mouth and trickles on her shoulder she stares at it in wretched silence. Suddenly she falls flaccid on the cotton pillows that are soaked thoroughly in deep crimson. Your own strength deteriorates as you fall down on top of her. The irony strikes you as you realize you always had wanted to be one with her and her with you. Well, you think, at least I got my wish.
He wakes up in a lightning fashion, covered in sweat and disoriented, his first thought to him self is: oh shit, I think I pissed myself.