Every word slammed into Wes's chest like a freight train, “No... no. No no no no no!” “Yes, Wesley,” Vlad whispered. “You see, don't you? You've never been real. You're just a form of artificial life that I crafted in this very lab... you were just my tool.” “Don't say that!” “But you still know it's true. Can you even remember a time when you weren't subliminally drawn to Danny? Can you remember the first time you looked in a mirror and felt as if something was wrong with your reflection, that the colors were all wrong?” “Just s – shut up!” Vlad smiled, with a sick satisfaction. “The few times you've been in proximity of Jazz, Maddie, or Jack, how you felt a blind trust in them? How you've yearned for some further connection to them, despite the fact that Walter's your family? …show more content…
“This – this isn't fair! I don't even feel like I'm real anymore!” “I know,” Danny comforted. “But... don't be too hard on yourself. Keep in mind, this is all Vlad's fault. Just because he made you in his lab, doesn't mean that you're a less of a human being. You can live whatever life you want.” “But what if Vlad was right? What if I'm just jealous of your life?” He felt as if it was true. When Vlad had mentioned that, he really did recognize his own feelings within that statement; he only wanted to reveal Danny's secret because he felt like he ached for his own ghost powers. Not to mention, Danny's friends and family always seemed more preferable to his own. It was just more confirmation that Wes had never been his own person, that he was only just a carbon copy. “I don't... know,” Danny replied, solemnly. “But we don't have time to spare. We'll have to figure something out in the meantime, but we need to get you out of Amity Park ASAP. We can keep in touch with email and work from there. Since I can't fly right now, you we can buy you a bus ticket, it's our only option.” “I – I wish it wasn't,” Wes admitted. “But I
“I’m going to tell you about them. You’ll be rendered speechless by what I was able to find this time around. I can assure you that your ‘game’ won’t end like it did last year with the death of your beloved butler, Ivan”
“I take it this is your coping mechanism Lena?” asked amused the man clad in black. “Telling yourself that I wouldn’t do the ‘horrible things’ that I do now when I was part of Overwatch. You clearly never knew me. Or you can’t face reality, can you? I always knew you were weak.”
“I did one thing in that picture that I should never have done, to put in a flashback that was a lie”
“You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk to you. You listen. When i
“My whole family and I have maintained a special connection with most of the past members.”
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
He starts when he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the stream. “Our body was not like the
"- But John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad."
“Good luck Vladislav.” She said through the piece of wood. “I love you.” Then she
“ ...No. I think that person saw the wrong person, or they might even be making it up.”
Keeping his word, he lets down an almighty blow against Adam's face. The force of the strike sends a sonic boom around the surrounding area.
as she walked down the empty street. Her wings, usually a mixture of dark brown and dirty blond, were covered in dust and mud. She couldn't wash them herself, she needed someone else to help and ever since she left the flock, she had no one to help clean them. Her flock had kicked her out after she had helped a demon, which was strictly forbidden. She had been on the run ever since then, too scared to show anyone or use her wings. She finally sighed and pulled off her leather jacket, letting her wings stretch out as she walked down the empty road. She smiled slightly and began humming, breaking the deafening silence around her as she thought about where she was going next, her wings stretched out across the road. She continued walking until she saw a bright light and felt the cool metal of a car hit her hip, throwing her off balance and to the concrete as she cried out, landing on her wing and hearing a loud snap. She laid out dazed until she heard a voice above her and a gentle hand nudging her shoulder.
John: “I got those papers you wanted.” Shere stretches out her hand and John exasperatingly hands her the files.
The sun cast Shadows across the length of the van, highlighting their almost drunk and smiles. The seven right in the middle of the rickety metal vehicle; wild and in the middle of nowhere they could only dream of getting the truth. Her head rested on his shoulder rocking softly with the rise and fall of each breath.
Boxes tumbled one after another as my cat blinked out of fear behind it, staring at the boxes.