Wotcha, readers! I've returned from a week full of God, grub screws, flags, jubilee clips, burning brake discs, stanker, crocker and a lot of karting.
And you all deserve another chapter, so here it is! This is your weekly update as I'm not sure if I'll get a chance on Tuesday/Wednesday.
Slightly more dramatic than the last, but hey ho.
Thanks for all the alerts I've been getting: the number of times I beam at my bedroom ceiling because of something one of you has said... :D
I don't own anything you recognise.
When you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes.
When she was hanging off the roof, all she could see was Castle.
All she could hear was Castle.
All she could smell, feel, taste, remember, love, want, need – was Castle.
Terror.
Flashing and burning through her like a rod of acid.
Pain.
In her fingertips, in her arms, in her torso, in her head. In her heart.
Surrender.
It invested itself in the tips of her boots as she ran up the stairs, spun through her legs as she launched a vicious kick at Maddox, bubbled up through her chest as she defied the man who put a bullet in her chest, burst through the ends of her hair as she was flung off the roof.
No one was coming. She was alone.
When you're about to die, the people you love flash before your eyes.
Because the people you love are your life.
So. Yeah. Thoughts?
God bless
~wolfergirl
