Okie-dokie! I just had a random moment, but it was also one of the most entertaining of my life.
I just spun around in circles, singing to my favorite band and holding a broken hairbrush in my hand. (Oh come on. At one point in our lives we have to do SOMETHING like that) Now here is something I wrote for the heck of it!
"Ace! Help me!" Isaac shouted, still trying to drag Lara away as she struggled against the redhead.
"Let me go!" She protested, pulling at his hands and trying desperately to unlatch his arms.
"Ugh." Ace grunted, grabbing Lara's arms and helping to pull her to the door.
"You don't get it!" She pleaded with the other Hawks. "Its not him! He was serious! He's dangerous!"
"That's why you're coming with us!" Isaac said, pulling her another few feet. "And Azaile's staying to take him out." Suddenly, there was Azaile, he had appeared around the corner. A blotch of blood stained the front of his shirt, and there was a long rip up his sleeve.
"Go!" He shouted. "Get out of here now!"
"-but what about-" Ace stared, but Azaile cut him off.
"She can run. Go!" This time it was an order, not a suggestion. Both the Hawks released Lara and hurried off down the hallway. "You're going too Lara."
"No I'm-"
"Lara! You don't realize-"
"No, you don't realize! I'm staying here with you, even if..." A gunshot reverberated around the cramped hall. There was a grunt from Azaile and he slid to the ground next to Lara's feet. Coran stood at the end of the hall, the gun still held in his lowered hand.
"You don't get it, Lara." He said, completely ignoring Azaile, who was now on the ground, gasping. "I'm not the person you knew; he's gone."
Ha! Take that Azaile! >:3
 Anjeka · Fri Apr 04, 2008 @ 03:05am · 2 Comments |
