Title: The Clock Strikes Twelve
Summary: The fire in her eyes are gone; in its place, a dull hollowness rests and she stares back at him, taking shallow and short breaths, ones that have never made him feel so scared.
Character(s): Hope C., Arthur T.
Genre: Angst/General ::AU-ish::
Rating: K+
Fandom:39 Clues

#21 ::Silence::

It is loud, extremely so, and he does not understand because silence is not supposed to be loud, yet it is, deafening, roaring in his ears as he waits in the monotonous little room with only her unconscious body and an apathetically steady beep for company.

#22 ::Journey::

He smiles tightly and she glares back with vulnerable tears stinging in her eyes, feeling completely betrayed as he whispers, "life's a tough journey,"- and he takes the knife for her.

#23 ::Fire::

The fire in her eyes are gone; in its place, a dull hollowness rests and she stares back at him, taking shallow and short breaths, ones that have never made him feel so scared.

#24 ::Strength::

"Be brave, be strong," she hisses as she hugs him quickly one last time, and they depart for their separate missions.

#25 ::Mask::

They are captured and tortured in the most inhuman ways; they scream for each other, they hurt both emotionally and physically- but once the pain momentarily stops, they put on a mask of indifference and no one can break them.

#26 ::Ice::

When they first meet, his soul is ice, cold and parsimonious- she makes up her mind to change that and though they get along as well as a T-Rex and a vegetarian do, pride and victory swell inside of her the first time she makes him smile.

#27 ::Fall::

"Sorry," he says lightly to the scowling girl, "I think it's too late; you see, I've already fallen for you."

#28 ::Forgotten::

"When we die, I want people to remember us for who we were, what we did; I never want to be gone, a ghost of someone's memory, and I never ever want to be compared to anyone from the future."

#29 ::Dance::

They shiver as they unsheathe their daggers and face their opponents in defense position, ready to pounce at any given moment, because they know; they are fully aware of the dangerous game, the dance of the blades they chose to participate in.

#30 ::Body::

"I might not be there in flesh, but I'm there in spirit," she grins as she leans closer to the webcam and cocks her eyebrow.

DISCLAIMER: The prompts are taken from the LiveJournal community, 1sentence. This is set No. 3, Gamma.

A/N: I'm sorry, because I'm not good with multi-chapter stories. Ah, you could say my stamina for them is low.

As of now, I am returning reviews. I'm sorry that I haven't returned some of your reviews. Been busy. I promise to get to that this week, when things have settled down a bit. Pinky swear.

Two more chapters, and then this is finished. :)

-Golden