OKAY, I PROMISED MYSELF, I WOULD UPDATE BEFORE MY B-DAY WAS DONE. SO HERE I'M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO UPDATE BEFORE TWENTY MINUTES IS GONE. NOW. I'M FOURTEEN YEARS OLD, NOW! WOO-HOO~ -heart-
NOW TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING ABOUT THE LONG ABSENTS OF UPDATING:
I GOT BACK A WEEK AGO FROM A LONG TRIP. I MEAN FROM OKLAHOMA TO TEXAS. ANYWAYS,
I TOOK A FEW OFF TO GET MY MIND CLEAR FROM ALL THE DRAMA THAT HAD JUST GONE DOWN. SO I PROMISE HERE, THIS IS GOING TO BE EPIC.
SINCE HUSSIE ISN'T GOING TO BE UPDATING FOR A FEW WEEKS, I THOUGHT PERHAPS I MIGHT CRAWL OUT OF MY VACATION AND DISTRACT YA'LL FROM THE LONG BREAK. ALSO, I JUST DO WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE READING THE REVIEWS I'M GETTING (though some could be left unsaid), BUT I LOVE THE MOTIVATIONAL FEED BACK I'M GETTING. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR IT, AND I'D LOVE TO CONTINUE READING MORE.
NOW WITH THAT DONE SAID, I WILL GLADLY BEGIN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU HAVE A BUCKET, BECAUSE THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET MESSY (;B
It fell dead silent. The wind was calm. Everything was still, and the sound of winged beast was nowhere to be heard. The ominous quiet feeling surges through your nerves. A chill ran up your spine as the foot still crushed you. A cold grin was on Gamzee's face; a bloody arm, cradled your side. A warm stick liquid covered your cheek a little. You dare not make a move...
No one moves...
Nothing happens...
...
You need air!
'Playing Possum' as the humans would put it. You're pretending to be dead, but with the silence and the lack of air, you may be dead sooner than you thought before. Now with the lack of oxygen running in your body, you decide that perhaps it would be best of you just die now. But you can't. All the oxygen as escaped your lungs, now leaving you the there with nothing to hope for but death, but then your instinctive reactions kick in.
There is a crack going on in your chest. Your eyes snap open, and soon your gasp out of involuntary reaction after ten or so minutes of playing dead. God damn it- "Son of a bitch!" You scoff, coughing. You're fading in and out of reality, feeling light headed and weak. You're not sure how much longer you can take of this.
Your hand clenches your left hand clenches your side tightly, blood bleeding out easy. You rub your hand a little to the side, making it look as if your side is bleeding. Gamzee doesn't notice.
Gamzee grabbed the back of your shirt, hoisting you up. Your feet weakly hold you up; your arm and head hanging weakly, almost limp like; your arm is still cradling your side, dripping blood, your hand is clutching your side so tightly. Blood is running from it fast... Almost... too fast... "Mother fucker..." Gamzee growled. He readied his hand back. You're glaring at him, almost daring him to attack.
He lunges his arm forwards, the arm holding your side swings out.
All hell breaks loose.
SORRY GUYS, BUT I'M DIDN'T MAKE MY GOAL. I SUPPOSE I WILL MAY YOU SUFFER WITH THIS SMALL CLIFF HANGER.
HEHE, I'LL UPDATE PURRHAPS LATER TONIGHT, INTO TOMORROW MORNING LATE. SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT AT ALL. I MIGHT EXTEND IT INTO TOMORROW NIGHT IF I'M LUCKY.