Chapter 5: Ocean Depth (Sugar, Sugar)
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry for the lack of updates; Christmas threw me off a bit…sorry! Anyways, I'll try to get back on schedule and start bringing out new chapters every week!
An upside-down valley cracks creakingly in the opulent, shuddering silky slick sky – Evenescense pours achingly forth pulsating rhythmically in time with my own agonised, stuttering heartbeats – hang on! I'm not an emo! I'm prep. How could I be – Sam, don't be so harsh on smeagull – Huh? That was weird!
"Dayum! Quick" said Abs, quickly striking a provocative pose.
"Take my picture, Oshe!" She begged because I am an amazing photography.
Suddenly, a tiny dot emerged in the piercing light of the tear in reality. The dot fell achingly slowly at first, but then fell with the force of 1000 oliphants. The sky almost set aflame with the speed the thingy falling.
A loud voice screamed in what seemed like pain, "Matter Frodoe"…
The screams of the mountain shushed from shock.
"Hang on" The voice bellowed again in a desperate voice"
Every pale face on the mountain drew their face away from the deadly eerie evilly black sky as a booming and resonating thud hit the terra-formed mountain. After a brief pause, stampeded of people rushed towards the after a brief pause, stampedes of people rushed towards the site where a huge crater was moulded like moonsand in the slope.
There in a lay a pale, pitiful figure, no taller than Oceans' narrow 6" waist, curled in on itself in a fatal position, like a delicate china doll dropped from the loving caress of a small child. It's skin shone like back-lit alabaster, causing the cerulean light, indigo orbs in his delicate, fairer than most face to stand out as they gently fluttered shut into what could be an eternal slumber…., A SINGLE glistening scarlet diamond glided softly from the iridescent corner of his full pink lips, glistening crimson softly in the soft starlight. His thick noir eyelashes (he really needs to borrow my eyelash brush) brush his icy white cheeks in a pained contort. Thick dark eyebrows meeting a curling fringe of hair, dark as expensive leather sofa in my house. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes. Faded reds of blood and fabric splattered the body of the surprising hot child-like figure (But I'm no pedo, that would be gross), slumped in a cocoon of dirty dirt. His limbs tangled in a broken knot like me rubble of a porcelain Rohanian statue of Adonis. His clothes, though worn, wet and wripped, were clearly of Hobbittown make (I am an expert when it comes to Third age textiles). An orange button hung loosely from the lapel of his cloat and the figure slowly rose majestically, like a swan rising from the water of a still lake in the midst of summer. His cyan eyes outstripped the blue of the lake.
Swaging like a golden leaf caught in an autumn breeze, the [placeholder] surveyed the area in an expression of pure bewilderness.
The [placeholder]'s glistening sapphire eyes elegantly rolled into the back of his skull and gentle, he collapsed into a pile of crumpled clothes and hard, cold mud.
There was an immense, incredible flash of blinding light and a deafening boom and an agonised scream tore from the throats of the pale-faced spectators. Ocean's high, wind chime voice into a Morgan Freeman-esque grunt. My pants suddenly ripped as a large boy-thingy grew there. One now manly chocolate eyebrow rose in (almost) shock (but not proper shock, because I'm really manly now). I gave a rough cough and my manly vocal chords emitted a sexy growl. I thought "wow! I would really do be right now!"…But maybe you can! *winks*...
Geddit's squealed higher than his normal squeal and next to Dumbledore's boobs rested another pair or even bigger ones.
Sebastian's face had transformed from its normally Godly Ruggedness into a delicate haired maiden. Everyone stopped to gasp wondrously at her/his almost-new beauty. Then, they all notice me and start staring. I say "What?" in my sexy Morgan Freeman voice and they all pass out because of my hotness.
Rocketing down from the sky, another figure dove down after the first, screaming a loud, noir scream that light up the night.
"I'm coming, Master Frodoe!" It screamed.
"Mee too!" Exclaimed Geddit, wiping his hands on his trousers.
Like the first, this figure too formed a smoking crater after it landed.
Without taking time to recover, another tiny muscular figure came bummding out of the hole.
"Just like me and Dumbledore last night!" Geddit cheered with an elated expression.
From the second steaming crater rose another diminutive of a figure. Its handsome face was twisted in an expression of agonised grief, so strong that the people around, including my now manly heart, was wrenched in grief. It's normally twinkling amber honey eyes were now the paned colour of crystal bears.
2 identical rivers of horror flowed freely over his wide cheekbones, collecting at the corners of his thin-lipped grimace.
His face, despite the terror for its mate, was undeniably handsome – he had bedroom eyes, his nose was long and straight button nose and his jaw was strong and square. He had artfully thick eyebrows, crunched together in an irrevocably noir expression.
He body was well fit innit, brav blad!
His muscles ripple tautly as he sprints in his toned body towards his fallen comrade. He bends low and scoops the pruned figure into his lap gently, strong arms protecting him. Suddenly, the [placeholder 1]'s eyes fluttered open to reveal his previously mentioned sapphirical eyes, and he whispered hoarsely, straining his throat.
In the tent, Frodoe laid catacomb on the bench, being operated on the sterile green tent. The doctor's prefect brown brown brow was scowling in concentration.
The machines beeped and puffed around the tiny body lying. Her hair lay in alluring dark chocolate curls around her. The other, muscular figure lay with his exhausted head in the soft, shiny hair. His coarse grimy hand held her miniscule delicate white one in a soft grasp. His tears flooded the bed and stained it with the sweat and dirt of hope.
I made my way from the tent, leaving Same and a now female Frodoe and the doctor alone.
I stared at the blood-stained ground beneath me, not looking as I collided with another person.
Sebastian embraced me, sobbing exasperated tears or guilt. I asked him (her?) what was wrong.
His soft hands took a hold of my broad shoulders and her toned tan arms gently pushed me away. She wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Covering all of her hair was a grey beanie.
Her eyes were the red of my dress (ewww, I'm now a guy and wearing a dress. NOT hot!" and her elf-magic tears flowed down across my back, as the tears followed her arms.
"I-It was me! I caused all of this, Ocean!" He screams, the weight finally going off her chest.
I immediately took her into my long and strong arms, comforting her into the night, not daring to ask how she caused this.
