OOC: ??? if you were talking to me, i was the first word in my post........ BIC: Hamehz couldnt stop talking. under his breath, he said every single thing he had experienced. he muttered all of his feelings, his secrets. he mumbled everything he had ever seen, heard, touched. he talked, and realized he was repeating one word; Lynn.
Hamehz spluttered. he tried to wake up. he was conscious of everything around him, but his eyes wouldnt open. the voice continued taunting him. showing him pictures of Lynn in pain. he knew that as soon as he gave in, accepted what the voice wanted him to accept, he was lost. but until he gave in, he was in pain. he fought against the voice in his head. trying to get rid of it, knowing as soon as it was gone he would be well. but it was always there. he felt the orange creature from the dart move under his skin. he knew that was the source of the voice. the creature moved closer to his heart. he was running out of time.
He opened his eyes. Lynn was crying. he tried to move. tried to hold her and tell her it was okay. but he couldnt. his face was wet, from both his and Lynn's tears. he wanted so much to say something. but he couldnt. OOC: i have to go. bye.
Hamehz tried to breathe. he barely wheezed. He saw Lynn. Sam and another girl standing over her. that guy...... her screaming in pain. This is what you want, isnt it? this is what you want to see? "No," he thought. But she causes you pain, she is the reason that you are here? The pictures intensifyed. Lynn was crying, the others laughing. "no..... i wont....." he jolted again. Lynn was scared now. Terror was in her eyes. Hamehz tried to walk towards her, to help her, but they moved away as soon as she was in reach. You know now. this is what you want. "No..... I dont.... please... me instead of her...." the pictures faded, and he fell.
how about these? 'When they asked me if i was lazy, I said I'd sleep on it. Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. teach a man to fish and get rid of him on Saturdays. What was the colour of George Washington's favourite black horse? Recent numbers show that 25 per cent of everyone is equivalent to one forth of the world's population. 99 percent of people have a low understanding of statistics.'
Hamehz jolted. he had seen...... 'Lynn......' he tried to say more, but he coudlnt see anything. his mouth wouldnt form the words. he felt wetness against his cheek. he heaved, but nothing left his mouth. he jolted again and again. a battle was happening inside of him.
*shoots concept of work* man, it sucks.
'Maybe, maybe......' he laughed. OOC: how long will it take to get put on the front page????
yeah, i know. i just read the other thread. if my thirty accounts hadnt been hacked, i would favourite it.
if i told you i missed CFF, i would be shot, right?
IC: Hamehz started to stand up. he tripped, and fell into Lynn's arms. he held her as tight as he could, and felt his knees give way. he fell, and all faded into blackness. OOC: that is why i am XD
'Then its DATDA. off we go.....' Jude groaned. this guy was supposed to stutter like hell.
I say those things on a regularr basis, yet people still love me... :D
I've been looking for this for ages :D
like oh em effing gee !!!111one give us the link?
'Transfiguration, i thought.or was it DATDA?'
'The voice...... its telling me..... that it might help you.... survive....'
'Fine, thanks. still a bit painful.' Jude winced. 'Yeah... whats our next class?'
Hamehz coughed blood again. 'I.... I think I'm dying.' he wiped sweat from his brow.
'I get a potion right, he takes off points and whacks me in the head with a book,'
