“No, I want to help. I just…I’ve never cut a heart out before. You have to take the arteries out, right?” Maison didn’t look away from Felix’s mangled body, head tilting a little trying to understand the anatomy of the read mass in front of them. “Here,” Castiel’s voice was in their ear, his chest pressing against their back. His hand covering theirs. The leather glove was cold against their skin while the rest of his body was warm as he guided them forward. It was not easy or clean work, the blade moving through the biological matter, and Maison was drenched in sweat in blood when they were done. Still, there was something exciting about the work and the feeling of Castiel pressed against them, his hand staying on theirs the whole time. …show more content…
It was completely dark now, the yellowish street lights weak due rain. Maison’s thoughts drifted to the body that they assumed was in the bed of the truck, but there thoughts wouldn’t stay there. The image of them cutting the heart out of the chest, that rush along with the burn in their muscles, along with the feeling of Castiel right behind them was hard to forget. Castiel pulled the truck into a dark parking lot, spared a glance at Maison, before he got out and disappeared into the rain. Maison looked in the rearview mirror and could make out Castiel taking the plastic tarp out of the truck and then disappear into the rain. He was gone for a long time, leaving Maison alone with their thoughts. Their shirt looked like an abstract art project, the blood splatter having diluted due to the rain. While they were damp and cold, what was making them uncomfortable was the fact that they felt as if something was missing. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched or a craving for something they couldn’t identify. The more they thought about this feeling, the more anxious they became. By the time Castiel returned, dripping water and breathing a little heavier, their feet were bouncing on the floor mat and there were on the edge of a panic …show more content…
“You didn’t make me to do anything that I didn’t want to do.” “You didn’t understand what I was bringing you too,” Castiel shook his head, fingers slipping from their chin and let them move down to their shirt. “You need to get these clothes off so that we can destroy them.” “Stop it.” Maison snapped, anger and fear pushing all their other emotions to the side. He was acting as if they were was a small, helpless, naïve creature, which Maison had always hated. There was also the fear that he would decide that they shouldn’t be with him anymore and they couldn’t deal with that. Castiel let go of the hem of their shirt. “You have to get undressed so that we can dispose of the evidence. If you want me to leave I-” “I know that. I mean stop acting as if I’m an idiot. I could have left you at any time, today in the barn or for the past year. I decided to stay and watch. I asked to cut out the heart. Stop pretending as if I had no idea what I was doing or was too stupid to figure out what was going on. I’m not a child.” The painful heat in the middle of Maison’s chest started to spread, making their cheeks
Finally, the awful silence radiated throughout the land. Everyone knew by then, if not before, that any chance for a reprieve was impossible. The young men would die, and the village would be saved. Only the sound of the loud, heavy truck starting its engine gave thought that perhaps this would not be the last carnage, the last sacrifice to this village, or the neighboring villages. Perhaps the big, lumbering truck would forever hold the watchful eyes of those evil enough to order the massacre of innocence.
“Oh I can help you right now. I would need to amputate your leg and-” Tom started.
Austin caught his hands. Austin knew that the man was aiming for his eye. Austin held him back far enough to think about escape. Austin hit his and punched him until the man let go and ran out of the medical center. Austin was running for his life until he could no longer run. He looked around panting like a dog. He saw signs pointing towards the safe houses. Austin walked with caution around the halls trying to eliminate the chance of someone dangerous finding him. He could still hear shots ringing from far away. He reached the end of hall finally and found one of the safe houses. However, the door seal was melted, Austin forced open the doors only to find corpses lying all over the floor, blood splattered all over the walls, and the foul smell of decay. Austin felt he was going to throw up but a chill ran down his spine when he saw John’s corpse. “Another person, gone Austin.” said a familiar voice. Austin turned and saw the same lady. “You’re alone… nobody else is here for you.” Austin couldn’t find the will to speak. “Die Austin, join them.” The women started walking to Austin. “Join me Austin.” Austin backed away. “Austin…” said the women in an angry tone. “Atone for what you did to me!” She disappeared right in front of him. Austin blinked rapidly, he felt guilty as he looked back at them room. He felt lonely, nobody was there, except… death. Austin slowly walked away from the room heading towards the tram. The lingering feeling about guilt and loneliness filled his gut as he walked toward the tram door. He entered the tram station and looked down the empty tunnels of darkness and garbage. Austin called the tram and sat down on one of the benches. “Austin…how do you do it?” The lady was back sitting on the same bench but a few feet apart from Austin. Feelings of guilt filled Austin’s thoughts. “The feeling of being the last one left hurts doesn’t it?” Austin showed faces of
The silence was deafening… with each step, the lump in my throat was expanding, almost ridding me of all oxygen. My heart was pounding erratically and my hand, firmly gripping Scout’s costume was now soaked in perspiration. Amidst the overcast night, a dark shadow consumed Maycomb. The thick air was a blanket of humidity that offered not security, but the assurance of a storm. The pageant was but a distant memory by this point. We had only left a few minutes earlier but my thoughts were congested by an uneasy presence. The warm wind whispered through the rustling leaves. They seemed to dance about my feet, which wouldn’t have been so bad, had the night not been pitch black and unnerving. Instead, it felt as though I could tumble at any moment. I was immensely regretting my decision to reject a ride home when Scout burst,
Angelica sat down on her bed. She guarded herself so carefully, but now she was raw and exposed. The gates were open. The tears wouldn’t stop. She cried so hard her chest burned. All those years of confusion, loneliness, guilt, regret and love teased a memory from her jumbled mind.
Rainsford started out of the bedroom slowly and quietly, looking both ways to make sure it was clear to go. He started down the long hallway, being careful of his steps. He heard cries as he got closer to the end of the hallway near the stairs. He tried to see if he could see anyone from the stairs but failed to see where the cries were coming from. He started down the stairs carefully and slowly.
[As Angelica grabs her backpack, she notices blood on her hands and shirt. Her eyes widen.]
“Shhh-sh-sh-shhh Ih-Ivan, you’ll, you’ll be f-fine. Just hold on...a little l-longer. I called, for help...” It became nonsensical ramblings as he clutched the other closer closer, still holding his tattered shirt to the wound to stop the bleeding.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
“Just stop, we both know that they need your strength, and more importantly your heart. I’m done for I was hit,” Nerrek lifted up his coat, blood was trickling out, “It’s deep, we don’t have time to patch it up”
...e door slowly creaked open and everyone peered inside. Light shone over the room through the small window, illuminating the red that coated the floor. The metallic smell overwhelmed Jack making his eyes water. Everyone could easily identify the body laying on the floor with a sharp stick through its throat as Roger. Their eyes trailed over to the other body, sitting on the floor looking lifeless. The choir gasped, piecing together what went on between the two. Jack shuddered, focusing on Ralph. His eyes were glassy and dark. His lips were no longer a fleshy pink color, and his skeleton looked almost visible from the outside of his body. Jack saw a slight movement in Ralph’s eyes and was he was compelled to looked into them. Beads of sweat dripped down Jack’s temple; he felt uneasy and anxious. They stared back mockingly, devouring him in its blackness; haunting Jack.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.