Gabriel merely nodded in confirmation at Jesse's question, his towering intimidation coming to an abrupt end as he pulled up the chair across from the other man and sat down, though his posture was stiff and uncomfortable. At first glance, it might have seemed as if it were caused by annoyance, and Gabe decided to tell himself that, because maybe it would do something to quell the guilt clawing its way inside of him. Gabriel Reyes would never do this. He would have protected Jesse with everything he had, he would have encouraged him to follow his every whim. And somewhere, deep down, he was still there - But *Reaper*, the reknowned terrorist, wasn't quite as forgiving. Part of him, the part he had pushed down for years, begged that shred of …show more content…
"Sombra can release *everything*, and you can be out on your own, or you can join me. You know you're safer here." He could say that until he turned blue in the face, but Gabe knew that, regardless of what he chose, he would be there to protect him. The determination to release the information was perhaps a tad bit fabricated, an internal ploy to convince himself that he could do it if he wanted, and that he *would*. Try as he may, he had a hard time denying that he was struggling, because every time he thought of Jesse bruised and bloodied because of information he'd released, his mind went back to so many years ago - To the young kid who placed so much trust in him, so much faith. Now, Gabe was a monster to him. He thought that was fair enough, because vibrant person that once stared back at him had been picked apart and broken down by the person he once …show more content…
What a nasty, pathetic thing. Desire came at a close second, at the very least. Arms folded over a broad shoulder as he stared at the other, an expressionless face staring right at him, staring him down despite their equal height from across the table. The urgency to hide behind his mask made the flesh on his face - which had long since scarred over - burn to be hidden away, hushed up, concealed with the rest of humanity he had left. A clawed hand reached out to push it away, farther from his reach, so the temptation failed to burn and snare at him like the very thing that caused this all had. "I'm serious, Jesse." Perhaps his voice held a bit more desperation than he would have liked, but regardless, he kept his ground despite Jesse's falling underneath him, it seemed. Metal claws tapped against the hard table, like an impatient timer counting down to an answer he was not sure of yet. The room was silent, stiff, cold. Many people had been in this room, many people had not come out, and maybe that was why the room had an eerie air of *death* to it - However, he supposed everything he touched did. He could only pray the same would never become of
With venom in her voice, which shocked everyone, Reaper raised an eyebrow under his mask. “This isn’t Gabriel anymore. The Gabriel we once knew wouldn’t do the horrible things Reaper has done.” “I take it this is your coping mechanism Lena?” asked the amused man clad in black.
,” I couldn’t lie, “leaving.” Curley picked me up and slammed me against the tree. “Don't think I’m gonna hold back just because your friend died!” Curley said. “I could tell he was furious, like if he wanted he would kill me in a second.
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
Jasmine had left 1 hour early in order to start getting ready and guess who she took with her, Miranda leaving me to get ready with Wendell. We head to the dressing room and as soon as we are inside on our own, the old Wendell returns. “I told you I would find someone better than Jasmine, although I shouldn’t be saying this but Miranda is great. She has been a Victoria Secret model since 2007, she has been voted the sexiest woman alive and she is everything anyone would want.” “That’s nice Wendell,” I respond, “but Jasmine is the only one who I wish to be with.” We then got ready in silence. About 10 minutes before I was meant to go outside, Arturo came and started to comfort me that everything would be okay. “You know I have forgiven you with what happened with the Vidromek case and you have forgiven me what happened with Jasmine at the Christmas party all those years ago.” I stared at the floor but didn’t say anything, my eyes not meeting his. “But now we are grown up and I would like to give you the opportunity to be your own person. I am very happy to say that you went to Oak Ridge and now we can just hope for the best.” “Yes, Marcelo has forgiven Arturo and he thinks that it is time for Arturo and Marcelo to be friends again.” I said with a smile on my face. It was now time to go outside and walk down the aisle where the most important decision of my life would be made. “Let’s go Arturo,” I then stated and we walked outside into the beautiful
He let her take advantage of him, and ruin his reputation as Gabe when he finally broke away from Liz. ¨Nobody here knows either of us. There was no shouting involved, and nobody made a scene. Just a conversation between two people. Then it occurs to me: Mara will out me to the Ugly Children Brigade.”
First of all, Gabriel seems to be a ghost who was the woman's friend or lover. He seems to of have had an affair with her. He is watching her sleep and by the way he states "as though she had never lived together as man and wife," it gives the reader the conclusion that he feels guilty that she does not seem to show any acknowledge for her ex.
“Pretty please, Chris? We just need to find out where she is?” said Karen. She didn’t like to beg, but she wanted to put her mother’s mind at rest too, and that took priority.
I feel him watching me. Wanting something from me, I know, I cannot give. Alone, in this abandoned room, the smell of death lies heavily on the air. I feel him, standing behind me, towering me with his rippling, inky figure. Rusting chains are draped across his decaying body, grinding against each other.
Larissa doesn't know what's going on, but all she knows is that she has been crying over Gabriel more lately. Even right now, her tears are rolling off her cheeks in dozens. "Larissa, what's wrong?" Ashlie Jane, Larissa's best friend, says. Choking on her tears, Larissa squeaks, "Gabriel."
As he stared at the ceiling, color returned to his face, numbness replaced with a warm sense of existing, the touch of the cool air against his skin. He looked at his hands. They were calloused and raw, nails gnawed to the quick, fingerprints lost among countless scars and burns. He grimaced. They didn't let him care for his hands, which was silly; he was a musician and he needed them to
...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
He swam in a dark, bottomless pit for what felt like a thousand years. The void around him was filled with pale illusions, with the remains of memories, of places and things unknown to him. This strange visions crept into his unthinking mind and tormented him. He couldn't think or perceive anything. Anything beyond the illusions and the pain, that is.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Then all of a sudden, a hand tagged me on the bag hard enough to knock me off balance. Hitting the mulch hard I lost vision for a second. Once I regained my sight I gazed up at the wretched villain who had tagged me out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Gabe was standing over me with a grin of pure hatred and evil. “Hey Anderson, your out. Go over to the Jail loser.” I had never been betrayed before and the new taste in my mouth wasn’t one I wanted to feel again. From that day forward, I could only trust the people I felt the closest to, and even then I could never truly trust someone 100% until years