AN: Sorry that this is short, but school's crazy. I'm going to post the next couple of chapters soon... I am glad that most people see to enjoy this, though I'm kind of surprised people were wary about the "crossover".
If any of you are Degrassi fans, I just posted a story, "Underexposure", so read and review:D
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! please?
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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America
"Bullet The Blue Sky" U2
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"I'll give you a ride home again, V, just hang on tight," Weevil told her as he handed her the helmet and they got on. As the world blurred by Veronica flipped open her cell phone and dialed.
"Hello, Mrs. Fennel? This is Veronica."
The first thing Logan did when he got home was find a baseball bat. He hefted it easily and determinedly marched into his dad's study, full of pictures, frames and awards all celebrating the great Aaron Echolls. He smashed them all.
It felt really good swinging the heavy stick of wood again and again at the fragile glass. He watched the pieces cracked and fall down and he kept going until there was nothing left of them but the thin sheets of paper inside. He broke the desk and bookshelves for good matter, then quietly gathered the photos and posters, and carried them outside. He poured a bottle of cheap alcohol over them and started the fire with his mother's "Free at Last" lighter. How's that for irony?
Next he went to work on Aaron's bedroom. After demolishing any pictures, clothes or personal items he could find, leaving his mother's things untouched, he stood before the cabinet of belts. He would take great pleasure in destroying these and all the memories that came with them. No more would he helplessly submit to his father's torture. He yanked them out and cut them into pieces, which he then tossed upon his makeshift bonfire. He happily watched as they shriveled up and caught aflame but the smell started to nauseate him. He picked up his bat again; he had one last job to do before he could even think of sleeping.
He entered the pool house. This was why Veronica had run away from him. This was where Lilly and Aaron had...he didn't want to think. First off, he yanked down the drapes with his father's face on them, as it creeped him out, and after ripping it to shreds with his bare hands, added them to the growing flames. Then he searched for the video screens attached to the camera and shattered them. He didn't have to physically smash the camera in the ceiling fan; he was so angry that he had already mentally done so. After tearing apart the bed which Aaron and Lilly had used, his temper finally cooled.
He was so drained, physically and emotionally. In the past 24 hours he had been accused of murdering his first love, found out that Lilly had cheated on him with his abusive father of all people, killed Aaron while saving Veronica, she and her father had almost been murdered, and finally had just gone on a rampage to purge his father's memory, no mean feat in itself. He had wanted to visit Veronica, but he just didn't have any energy left. He stumbled onto his bed and feel asleep. He didn't dream.
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Veronica sat on the couch with the TV on and the lights off but she wasn't focused. Weevil had left a little while earlier and her mom was out, somewhere; Lianne Mars hadn't bothered to leave a note. She stared blankly at the shadows dancing on the walls as she waited, for what she didn't know. She was brought out of her daze by the ring of the doorbell. She hurried to the door and opened it. It was her good old, warm and comforting BFF Wallace, carrying a tub of her favorite kind of ice cream. She hugged him.
"Hey girl, what happened to you? Are you okay?" he asked concerned as his tough-as-nails (but still a marshmallow on the inside) girl blinked away her unshed tears.
She shook her head.
TBC
