Post by Sparky Cobalt on Mar 21, 2008 1:49:01 GMT -5
Bang.
Teagan’s red and purple eyes widened in slight shock, her mouth opening as she took in a small breath of air, a gasp of surprise and disbelief. She slowly started tilting backwards as the force from the bullet entering her body pushed her upper half backwards, and she quivered as her eyes closed. She opened them once more, this time filled with liquid and displaying the most emotion she may have shown in years.
Her eyes closed for the last time, and a tear slipped past her eyelid as she fell to the ground.
Sparky saw this all in slow-motion. He screamed as Teagan dropped upon the ground, and he somehow managed to make it a word.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled out his wand and barked out a spell in a voice that seemed to not be his own.
”Petrificus Totalus!” The spell shot towards and hit Teagan’s murderer in the chest, and they dropped like a board. Sparky had already started running towards them, eyes burning with tears yet to arrive. As the assailant dropped, the hood fell off, revealing Ashelle and her red hair, lying on the ground and unable to move. Sparky was above her in just a few seconds, and he noticed that nearby—was it something she dropped?—there was a machete laying, as if the beings above had dropped it there for him, nodding sadly as they understood what needed to be done.
Nearly blind with a rage and sorrow he had never truly felt before, he grabbed the machete off the ground and raised it.
And lowered it.
And raised it.
And lowered it.
And raised it.
And lowered it.
It went on, as he hacked his way into Ashelle’s body. He ignored the panicked, muffled squealing being emitted from her as he quickly and randomly tore at her petrified form. Soon enough, he had gone clean through the bone in her left elbow, severing it from the rest of her body and kicked it aside like a stray puppy or a toy he no longer wanted. Her entire right arm followed it, blood spraying like an insane stream of ketchup or liquid licorice on the ground around her. As he continued hacking and chopping, the high-pitched sounds of panic slowed and finally stopped completely, but he did not even notice.
He kept striking the corpse with all his might, and blood splattered across his face as he severed yet another artery.
It started raining.
Finally, he dropped the bloody machete, breathing heavily and sobbing as tears now ran freely down his face, mixing with the rain as it dripped towards the bloodied turf beneath him.
A car pulled up as he brought his hands to his face and sobbed into them. A certain purple-haired someone came out of the long, black car in a new-looking creased dress-suit. Sylph walked over towards Sparky, and, without saying a word, put her hands on Sparky’s shoulders. He trembled violently, and he sobbed loudly and clung to her front. He was no doubt getting blood on her expensive-looking suit, but at the moment, neither of them seemed to care. Sylph brought a hand up to his head, and, with a sad smile on her face, patted his head.
Trees marched past the windows of Sylph’s limosine as they drove down the deserted road, the silence only interrupted by the persistent crunching of road and the occasional sob emitted from Sparky.
Sylph was looking out the window, her long purple hair gliding down her back and across her suit and onto Sparky’s head, which twitched now and then as he continued crying. Forgoil glanced towards Sylph from the drivers seat periodically, his green eyes flicking to the mirror and then back to the road after a silent glance.
The world would go on.
Even without Teagan.
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(c)Jacob/Sparky/Tegger/Imogen Heap/TheMillionsOfMoviesThatUsedThisSortOfScene
Teagan’s red and purple eyes widened in slight shock, her mouth opening as she took in a small breath of air, a gasp of surprise and disbelief. She slowly started tilting backwards as the force from the bullet entering her body pushed her upper half backwards, and she quivered as her eyes closed. She opened them once more, this time filled with liquid and displaying the most emotion she may have shown in years.
Her eyes closed for the last time, and a tear slipped past her eyelid as she fell to the ground.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Sparky saw this all in slow-motion. He screamed as Teagan dropped upon the ground, and he somehow managed to make it a word.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled out his wand and barked out a spell in a voice that seemed to not be his own.
”Petrificus Totalus!” The spell shot towards and hit Teagan’s murderer in the chest, and they dropped like a board. Sparky had already started running towards them, eyes burning with tears yet to arrive. As the assailant dropped, the hood fell off, revealing Ashelle and her red hair, lying on the ground and unable to move. Sparky was above her in just a few seconds, and he noticed that nearby—was it something she dropped?—there was a machete laying, as if the beings above had dropped it there for him, nodding sadly as they understood what needed to be done.
Nearly blind with a rage and sorrow he had never truly felt before, he grabbed the machete off the ground and raised it.
And lowered it.
And raised it.
And lowered it.
And raised it.
And lowered it.
It went on, as he hacked his way into Ashelle’s body. He ignored the panicked, muffled squealing being emitted from her as he quickly and randomly tore at her petrified form. Soon enough, he had gone clean through the bone in her left elbow, severing it from the rest of her body and kicked it aside like a stray puppy or a toy he no longer wanted. Her entire right arm followed it, blood spraying like an insane stream of ketchup or liquid licorice on the ground around her. As he continued hacking and chopping, the high-pitched sounds of panic slowed and finally stopped completely, but he did not even notice.
He kept striking the corpse with all his might, and blood splattered across his face as he severed yet another artery.
It started raining.
Finally, he dropped the bloody machete, breathing heavily and sobbing as tears now ran freely down his face, mixing with the rain as it dripped towards the bloodied turf beneath him.
A car pulled up as he brought his hands to his face and sobbed into them. A certain purple-haired someone came out of the long, black car in a new-looking creased dress-suit. Sylph walked over towards Sparky, and, without saying a word, put her hands on Sparky’s shoulders. He trembled violently, and he sobbed loudly and clung to her front. He was no doubt getting blood on her expensive-looking suit, but at the moment, neither of them seemed to care. Sylph brought a hand up to his head, and, with a sad smile on her face, patted his head.
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Trees marched past the windows of Sylph’s limosine as they drove down the deserted road, the silence only interrupted by the persistent crunching of road and the occasional sob emitted from Sparky.
Sylph was looking out the window, her long purple hair gliding down her back and across her suit and onto Sparky’s head, which twitched now and then as he continued crying. Forgoil glanced towards Sylph from the drivers seat periodically, his green eyes flicking to the mirror and then back to the road after a silent glance.
The world would go on.
Even without Teagan.
_________
(c)Jacob/Sparky/Tegger/Imogen Heap/TheMillionsOfMoviesThatUsedThisSortOfScene