Long live Fürer Bradley!
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Uh, first off, I think that's spelled wrong. I can't remember; it's been so long. LOL! Yah, I like FullMetal Alchemist. It's pretty dang cool. No, I don't really like King Bradley. I LOVE Edward. I am SO much like him… I love ramen noodles w/ shrimp, I have blonde hair (I actually used to pull it back like his – without the braid - before I even knew the show existed), and I'm short. As a matter of fact, I'm 4'9''. O.o Pretty crazy huh? And my second favorite character is Riza Hawkeye. She uses a 45…I have excellent (almost perfect) aim w/ a 45.
ANYWAY. On to chapter 22, which will be incredibly short, due to lack of sleep and food. (I never knew I'd make it this far.)
Mudvayne – Fall Into Sleep: "The angels are injured, fall with broken burning wings. Are we dead inside? Are we blind? We can't keep moving forward, backwards with closed eyes. We're losing sight, all lost inside. No more fallen, no more enemy."
Chapter Twenty-Two—Diamonds and Auras
"Scottie… Scottie, wake up…" Edward shook me gently.
I barely open my eyes and looked up at him, feeling groggy.
"I want you to come with me."
"Where's Alice?"
"She and Jasper left about ten minutes ago, and everyone else is still gone. Scottie, I want you to come and see something."
I stood up reluctantly, wishing he'd just let me sleep. What was so urgent for me to see that it couldn't wait until I had awoken?
He led me to the river, and we followed it to the waterfall. I looked up, seeing the morning light fade through the trees like a beam into the large water hole below. Indeed, it was beautiful.
"Oh, Edward…It's lovely… now let's go back to sleep." I started to sit, but he held my arm. I looked at him, and he backed toward the edge, removing his shirt. Before I could question him, he turned and dove in. I was convinced that I had never seen beauty until then.
The light appeared to reflect off of him, as though there were millions of tiny diamonds incrusted into his flawless skin. The entire pool of water was glowing. I walked cautiously to the edge, unsure of what to do.
"Edward…" I whispered, shocked.
"You're skin does something similar, but you have to learn to allow it to take over, and then mask it again. We vampires, however, can't mask ours, and werewolves have trouble allowing it to show. When you learn to unmask it, it shows your true strength, but it also leaves you vulnerable because it slows the regenerating process."
I looked up at the sun, and then back down to him. I took a deep breath and just sort of flushed everything out, like I was calming myself. I wasn't sure what I had to do, but I thought that'd be a good start. Then I felt as though some sort of chilled liquid was melted over me, and at first, I thought it was raining. I looked up at the light shining through the trees again, but there was no rain. I looked down at Edward again, who appeared to be waiting calmly. I finally decided, what the hell? And I dove in.
When I came up from under water, he was about three feet away, smiling.
"Scottie…!"
I looked around, and realized his light was dimmed. Then I noticed that my skin had a sort of black aura to it. I smiled. At least it worked.
"You genius." He gently splashed water at me.
"I know."
He grinned, then said, "Well, you're not too much o a genius, because you just jumped in, and you don't have any dry clothes."
"Oh…Oh crap..."
He laughed.
"Oh, yeah. You're definitely a genius." He said sarcastically.
We got out of the water, and sat on the bank for a while, just sort of talking about random things. Then he stood up and said, "I'll be right back."
He walked up the bank toward the top of the waterfall. I stood up and stretched, yawning. I was still tired, but did not regret Edward waking me. He came back moments later with his light blue button-up shirt, and handed it to me.
"Here, you're going to make yourself sick."
"What makes you think I get sick?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Because you're running a fever." He touched my forehead.
"Ha. Right. Okay."
He turned around and crossed his arms while I changed into his shirt, which was too big; not something I didn't expect. I threw my wet shirt at him, and he turned around.
"I would throw it back, but that shirt is dry, and it would kind of defeat the purpose of me letting you wear it."
"You didn't have to let me wear it."
"Well, if you would have jumped in without your shirt on, you could still be wearing it. Or, we could have just switched."
I gave him a funny look, then said, "My shirt wouldn't fit you."
"It might. It'd just be a really tight fit. Then I could dye my hair black and everyone could call me emo."
I laughed and shook my head.
Mudvayne – Choices: "Leaders are guilty of nothing, they are perfectly insane. But if they'd point the finger at themselves, who would be left to blame? We don't have a choice anymore, anyway. We don't have a voice anymore, anyway. There's no choice in freedom, there's no voice in freedom."