My Teddy muse has returned once again! He really, really has been bugging me about doing this. He wants a happy ending and since we all do want a happy ending, this story's not over yet. :D
Breathe
Rated: +18 – themes; language; characters with crushed hope
Summary: After Ted's death, life for Randy's been horrible. Shortly afterward, Randy begins to move on…after all, Ted is dead…right? SLASH! Randy/Ted.
Genre: Tragedy/General
BOOK TWO: Breathe
Even when you think it's over, it's not.
December, 21st, 2010
Marc's fingers runs across a corpse and the coldness of the air is suffocating them into nothing and the blanket is wrapped around the cold body oh so badly as Marc smiles softly, running his fingers through the corpse's too brittle hair, "okay, ready?"
"This is the fifth corpse today, you think that he's gonna magically snap back to life?" Brooke follows him around with tired puffy red eyes and brown hair as Marc nods his head and holds onto the corpse's shoulders, "he's been dead for about a year, right?"
"Yes, suicide." Brooke reads from her file, hugging it close to her chest. "Marc, don't do this—you know that it won't work…"
"It will! Those four corpses were just the wrong ones!" Marc exclaims, snapping at her and she rolls her eyes as he leans down towards the icy corpse, holding the corpse's icy hand and looking at the veins and it takes so long for him to hook him to the right gear and Brooke rereads the file more than twenty times before he announces that he's done. The corpse's body is filled with red and blue veins as Marc nods his head, exciting him out of the room and down the doorway to the nearest clear room, leaving the icy fleshed dead one in his place as Marc pushes a red button and then, all the iciness chips off as the paleness of their bodies and the corpse's cold body turns into a warm color, flushing back into a peachy color. Marc presses on the switch and a wave of electricity rushes through the body as two eyes slowly open…
"Hmm?"
"Marc…Marc…"
"I told you! I TOLD YOU!" Marc exclaims, walking towards the now alive person, paleness still clinging to his stretched dead skin and Ted's staring at him, wide eyes, and sweet cold eyes with a pink smile on him.
"Where…where am I?"
Ted's pinky lips pucker into a frown. "I'm back in this place…"
Back in reality.
It's not over.
Happy?
Umm…review?
X Sam.
