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Post by Desert on Sept 21, 2009 22:26:55 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It isn't a surprise that the stallion's coughing had sent Sawyer into panic. Something was wong with his lungs! But, it was clear that he didn't want Sawyer near him. The boy could only obey, he had heard Black's demands in what seemed to be clear English.
They say humans only use asmall portion of their brain. Only 15%, while animals needed most of theirs to survive in the dog eat dog world. Humans could find that they could understand animals. Knowing what they had to say. They just had to listen. And Sawyer, Sawyer had spent a week with horses and only horses.
He knew their language more then ever. He listened to them. He figured out what they wre trying to tell him. Sawyer was a horse whisperer as some would say it. Black thought that Sawyer would steal the herd away from him.
Of course he would but, only if Black was too hurt or too weak to move on. Only then would Sawyer make his move and take them to safety. Black was a very strongly willed horse. He didn't seem to care that his ribs were broken.
Sawyer himself was still healing from his broken ribs. His left side still hurt terribly that it almost collapsed him to tears. Especially when he got hit by a spiked whip of a branch or something. The boy and his horse backed into the large group of many flanks and hooves. Sawyer upon Storm's back sat over all of them. He didn't do much.
He let Storm follow. Sawyer actually got in some much needed sleep. Unfortunatly, that didn't last long. Black's heaving and coughing kept him awake as they ran on through the cool Missouri hills. Never stopping, not even for single drop of water. Making Sawyer's throat turn a swollen mass of flesh. Air stung his lungs and chest as he breathed, even slowly. Sawyer kept his burning eyes squeezed shut. He urged Storm on with taps to the flanks as they ran on. The stallion rarely tired.
It only took them hours to reach Shady Lane. No rest, all run. And then, finally. The cool autum breeze told him. They were home. Shady Lane, the quiet town turning into thunder of running hooves. Of course, the boy stood out like a sore thumb and, the people knew, even by his shaggyness of his face and hair, his cuts across a bare chest and arms (His white tank had been torn to shreds somewhere in Nebraska, Sawyer had decided to ditch it. Didn't do much for him anyway). His blazing red eyes. But, it was indeed Sawyer
And finally, they stopped. Sawyer slid off the stallion. He checked his legs. Picking rocks out of his feet. The black stallion looked at Sawyer, grateful. Giving the horse a final pat, he moved from horse to horse. Checking their feet, if they let him, most still wearing shoes. A mare's foot had been bleeding. She had lost her shoe some ways back.
She nickered at Sawyer as he picked her foot up picking out a very annpying rock. Only to find the wet sticky stuff known as blood. He was aware of te eyes that followed him. He looked up. A short woman standing a few feet off. Sawyer stared right at her. "Can you tend to this horse please? She lost her shoe." he said, then without waiting for a response, he walked to a very tiny gelding, maybe 14 hands.
He seemed ok. Sawyer scratched his poll and gave his shulder a pat. Then, there was Black. Sawyer herd a thump and he instantly knew that the stallion had fallen.
NO! He launched himself past so many horses. Breaking free of the band. He stood a foot away from the mighty stallion. It seemed that he could hear the blood sloshing around in his lung. This couldn't be happening. He knew it was true! But he couldn't get his mind around it. Black was close to death.
He took a hesitant step forward, hearing the horse thrash around. Sawyer looked around franticly. He could hear people shuffling away. They didn't want to go near Black, they didn't want to help. They were scared. Anger filled Sawyer's veins.His throat dry from thirst. These people were cowards!
Sawyer snuck around Black, keeping out of his blind spots. The boy stood behind him, clear of legs. He knelt down beside him, needing to calm the stallion. This struggling would only kill him! More and more blood would escape into his lung. Sawyer gently touched his thrashing neck "Black! Black! Please, you have to be calm. Please Black." he alsmost begged the horse. He wasn't going to let Black kill himself.
Sawyer knew what was wrong, he know how to fix it but, he didn't have the right tools, and worse! He was blind! What could he do to help? He had to help! He needed a vet. His body trembled uncontrolably. His mind in panic. He had the eyes of horses and humans on him.
He ignored them. He only knew one person who could help. Sawyer had a feeling he was here! He was here. Hope blossomed at last. Black wasn't going to die. Just aslong as he trusted Sawyer. Please, please let this horse know I'm going to help him! Sawer looked to the sky, begging to anyone! Anyone who would listen. He touched Black's muzze on impulse and found the more horrifing discovery anyone could make. Blood ran from Black's nostrals.
And with that, Sawyer let out a wail. Almost like an animal sound. A howl maybe. A cry of pain, regret, anger, sorrow. So much emotion carried out in his yowl. And, one tear slid from his red eye. Something that never happened. The salty drop landed on Black's neck.
One word was cried out. The only person he could trn to. The person he needed the most. That one simple word was, Dad. But, it held smuch emotion that, wherever the doctor was, he would be heard. Doctor Contaro would come.
Nathen watched his parents. They looked perfect togther.They were eerything a kid would want their parents to be. The doctor had his arms around Mum, he kissed her neck, mumbling something to her. The older woman giggled lightly. If one hadn't known better. Most would have guessed that the pair besidehim was just a young couple. Lost in teen love. Not to middle aged adults.
His parents were such beautiful people. They both looked so young and alive. Just like teenagers. The early morning was quiet near the far end of the ranch but, an unhappy haze covered the hills around them.
Something was wong. It made Nathen't heart beat fast. The gelding began to shuffle around uneasily. Then, a cry peirced the air. The three shot to their feet. Nathen somehow knew who that was. It was no wolf, it was Sawyer. So much emotion flooded through the empty air. Mum almost fell to her knees in sobs. The doctor stood, frozen. His dark brown eyes wide in shock.
"He needs us." he whispered and just took off. Followed by Mum. The parents spriting toward their son's cry. Nathen's long legs carried him after them. His heart ready to burst, he was so happy and worried at the same time. He sounded hurt, he sounded sad, angry. Everything hurtful erupted.
They didn't stop. Somehow, they just kept running. Adrenaline pumping through all their veins until they came to a meadow. Horses standing alert. But there was one, a giant black stallion. Laying on the ground. Looking almost dead.
Time froze when he saw him. There beside the giant knelt a man. The man who looked like he got hit by a truck. His bare chest covered in gashes and bruises. The man's eyes were like an animals. They were red, blazing like fire. Blood ran down his body, freely. He looked pale and unhealthy, but he also looked strong.
He was tall and muscualr. Dark brown hair hanging in his face. His form trembling, tears streaming down his pale pale cheeks. This was Sawyer.
He was sure. Sawyer was not like Nathen had expected but, he had spent a month alone in the wild. He looked incredibly sick and exhausted. Like he was battleing every disease here was. Fighting, and survivng. Sawyer was a survivor. He found himself running toward his sick sick brother.
His father held up his hand to Nathen. To stop. His mother's arms went around Sawyer's body. And the man went nuts. He reacted like a trapped animal would. He lashed out at Mum, he struggled and howled angrily. She was dragging him away from the horse. Sawyer didn't seem to like that one bit. He thrashed and fought and once. A long nail lahed out and struck Mum's cheek.
The woman cried out inpain but kept him in her arms. Bringing her tough as nails attitude out. She pulled Sawyer's arms around his back and held hi on the ground. The man too weak to fight. Wild red eyes moving every way possible. Sawyer had gone insane no doubt.
Finally, Mum looked up, away from Sawyer.The boy took that to account and pulled his arms aay. Then, an elbow shot out and nailed Mum in the gut. She groaned in pain and stumbled away. Nathen could only watch as his brother hurt Mrs. Contaro. He lunged forward. Back to his place beside the stallion. Breathing heavily.
Nathen could hear his breath. Rushing in and out through a dry throat. Sawyer's jaw set tight. He looked over at Dad. Nathen took a few steps forward.
"Please, Dad! You have to do something! You have to save him." he croacked, pleading. Nathen held his breath. So unhealthy yet, he cared more about the horse than himself. Doctor Contaro was hesitant but, finally touched the stallion's ribcage. His hands so gentle. Like he could hold a butterfly but its wings and still not hurt the delicate pattern.
"Sawyer. I'm not a vet, even if I was. I wouldn't think we could save him." Dimonte shook his head slowly. Sawyer's pale features turning as red as his eyes. "WHY!? Why can't he be saved?" he howled, anguish filling his already broken voice. Dad opened his mouth to speak but Sawyer wasn't done yet. "I promised her! I PROMISED! I promised Roxxy that I'd take care of Black." He lifted his wrist, showing a necklace of sparkling diamonds. Long, pale fingers from his opposite hand clasped around the ring of gems. He bowed his head for a moment. His body shaking involuntarily.
His pupils almost looked pink, like the eyes of an albino. Was he? No, he wasn't something about his blindness must've made him this way. His twin brother looked righ t him, butwith the eye of a hunter. Sawyer Contaro looked deadly, ready to kill anyone that got in his way. He was crazy. Nathen knew that this man was his brother, but the illnesses had taken over hi body. His chest was bare, he had no protection from the falling temprature. Making his body weak. Poor Sawyer...
Nathen was ready to speak but instead, Sawyer threw his head up and snarled angrily. "I'M NOT GOING TO LET HIM DIE! I can't, I just can't. He doesn't want to go. It's not his time."
Sawyer lowered his blind gaze to the horse. "I have a feeling that h's going to save us all. That something very bad is going to happen. But, also something good. It's going to happen soon. That's his time. But, not now. " Sawyer's voice trailed off into the darkness around them.
"Sawyer, I'll do my best. I'll try to save him. You need to go home now." the doctor touched a pale hand which Sawyer quicklty moved away. "You're so cold, son." he whispered. Sawyer raised his head and shook it. "Not until Black is on his feet. For now, I stay." with that said. Sawyer collapsed onto the cold grass, covered in dew. His breathing was slow and uneven. The doctor shook his head. "Don't move him. Naten, come help me here, we have to drain his lungs..."
He studied her fine body for a moment. Letting himself being forced to sit. Leelyn quickly on his lap. His heart was still beating out of his chest. Alex was probably one of the hardest men to seduce. Ever. Leelyn was in for a little work before he'd finally come out of his shell. He was like a stubborn turtle, slow and hard. Yet, Alex was rather fast.
He liked to tease. Teasing was fun. That's what really got a girl going. And, the pair have had a lot of practice with his kind of thing. Somehow, he could squeeze his way through Leelyn's tricks. "Entertain you huh? Well, you're gonna have to work for that, babe. I'm not that easy." he admitted simply, with a smirk on his face.
An evil gleam in his eye. He wanted her right now! Oh god his body was already begging for it to start. He had to wait. He had to know if she was worthy of his awesomness. Which, he knew she was but, he wanted to see it for himself. His hands moved around her back, before going lower. But, before he could reach anything he wanted to, he moved his hands away and lay them on her thigh, letting them trail up her body, moving slowly toward her chest, but. Once again, they moved away.
His nose and lips trailed her neck, low chuckles escaping his throat. Oh yes, this was going to be a very fun night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Nathen, da parents
Word Count ~' don't care, really.
Muse ~ As stated before...BAM! (I like your word)
Music ~' ---
Notes ~ Sawyer be insane! What fun!
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 23, 2009 16:50:42 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ there was too much confusion for him. he kept thrashing around. he couldn't breathe! he was on his working lung, crushing it with his own weight, and then his other lung was being complete filled with blood. when sawyer was on his back, he felt the desperate need to assure sawyer, yet he wanted him to understand: he could not breathe! his thrashing eventually came to just feeble kicks. oxygen was missing from his brain. there were suddenly big black dots in front of his eyes...dancing...just the way roxxy used to twirl around in a white cotton dress in front of him in their pastureland back in mississippi. in fact, all the stallion would think about how sad he was, not being able to see his mistress before he died.
he still didn't give up. the fire still burned brightly in his eyes. he would not die! no, no, NO! but then, the tear landed on his neck after sawyer touched his muzzle, (in which black almost bit his hand.) black felt sawyer's distress like he was some type of radar. black just wanted to get back on his own four legs, and show everyone that he would live and that he could cope. but it was becomingly increasingly harder with these irritating black dots dancing and twirling before his visionaries. he inhaled a handful of oxygen molecules only to waste it on a snort. black would always be indifferent to his own injuries. however, sawyer's feelings were started to affect the giant stallion. black's ears when back to lie back on his skull as sawyer gave an unearthly howl.
it was from there on that black began to grow frail. his time was coming...his brain was losing all senses. but hell fought vigorously, panting so that he could take in as much air as possible. then he heard three sets of footsteps approach. this riled him up. he didn't want to be touched! and then, they started to pull sawyer away from him. the black stallion had grown to be somewhat attached to sawyer. sawyer was his only connection with roxxy and he had fast become what could be considered a friend to the savage crossbreed. then they pulled him away. black broke. he took all the air he could and gave a desperate whinny. he couldn't be separated from sawyer! NO!
the large equine tried to get to his feet to follow sawyer, but he got to where he could roll upright, but he have a squeal of pain and rolled back onto his side. the blood from his nose was pooling scarlet on the bluegrass. then, he felt the lightest of touches...it was calming. the black stallion could hear a voice that sounded similar to sawyer's, but the tones were in the wrong places. only sensitive ears, tuned to even the highest of frequencies could hear as such. he suddenly knew relief was on the way, but there was the factor of pain that black felt certain was going to come his way. no human except for roxxy could heal him without pain...his vision became increasingly blotchier. his breathing was wispy and when and if he breathed at all, it was hard and heavy, ragged.
he lifted his head and turn his great brown eyes onto sawyer. he gave a soft whicker and then laid his perfectly sculpted head down and closed the satin smooth black lids over burning auburn eyes, his breathing nearly nonexistant...
leelyn bit her bottom lips and her expression became cat-like in its deviousness. leelyn was rather....she was more into throwdowns and roughing people up. sex with her was like being borderline raped for both her and the man. well....fun rape (if there really is such a thing). she chuckled, her tones a little more sultry than before. "oh, yes, i know. but....well, we'll see how you hold up." then, his hand touched her body. such sensual places! someone knew what he was doing...leelyn grinned wildly at him. her body caressed in different places. then his lips and nose were trailing down her neck. now, it was her turn. she let him trail down her neck and her hands went to his legs, moving upwards slowly towards his groin. feeling around, gently now, her hands went upwards again and under his shirt.
bringing it up, exposing muscle and flesh. those persuasive fingertips went all around his abs, his sides, until the shirt was taken off of him completely. leelyn winked at him playfully. putting her lips at the base of his throat, she tediously slid off of his lap, her lips making kisses all the way down to his pants. she chuckled darkly, "mercy?" she didn't even wait for a real response. her pink tongue came out of her mouth to touch the skin just above his pants. now...to take off those silly pants. she had to have a took grip to undo the buttons and zipper, so she nuzzled his crotch, taking the button in her teeth and flicking it. step one.....step two...she grabbed the zipper between strong white teeth and pulled it down, her hands sliding up his legs slowly again...
(YOU SOOOO CANNOT BEAT THAT!!! hehe. we can pick up afterwards.)
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Post by Desert on Sept 23, 2009 19:41:41 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was back in Canada where Sawyer had caught the flu. Yet the adrenaline kept him going. He had a job to do and he was unawre of the battle inside him. He as unaware of the searing fever and aching muscles. Until now, he lay on his side, eyes closed. Lying beside the stallion. Holding his mane. Dry white lips parted for a moment, but closed. What was he going to say? Was there anything to say at all.
All he knew now was, he was sick. He was very sick. He hadn't been able to take care of his body, he hadn't eaten anything in days. Nor had he had much of clean fresh water. Plus, the gashes all over hs chest weren't helping. They were bleeding freely, his body was a bleeding statue, his form was still and ivory skin replaced the heathy tan exterior of Sawyer Contaro.
Every muscle in his body was sore and most in his legs and arms were torn, his bones hurt just as much, ribs rebroken. His skin was so hot it felt cold under someone's touch, skin so soft and delicate it was like it could rip off even at the lightest of touches. He was fighting a battle and, so far. He was loosing. He needed to get warm, he needed food and water, he needed to clean his wounds and wash out his eys. Everything hurt, he just wanted to sleep. But, he couldn't. He smiled weakly at Black's whicker. They were both in pain. But, with Dr. Contaro around. They would both heal, they would both feel better after rest.
Dad was mumbling quietly with....with someone. Someone he knew but, someone he didn't know. He had this feeling in the pit of his empty stomach, he knew this person. He suddenly felt...whole. He could almost recall the last time he had felt this feeling. One stormy night, twenty years ago.
Just then, images flashed through his mind. He saw a tall man, he was carrying a baby. A baby that looked just like him but, there was a cry. The tall man wore a mask, covering his face. It was snowing, the air was cold that he could see that baby's breath. Then, the man was gone and...and Sawyer was alone.
Nathen.
The blind gaze that everyone knew, soft and quiet looked up. Right at the man he had lost so many years ago. Sawyer gathered the energy to lift an ivory hand off the soft bluegrass. His mind was spinning and everything hurt but, this was him. This was Nathen, his twin. The one who would catch himif he fell, the one he could speak his problems to, the man who made him feel whole. And just then, the man who gave him te will to survive through this.
He touched a hand, skin so soft it felt like satin. Skin so warm, friendly. Sawyer staring into his eyes. Seeing Nathen. His brother, his real brother. The twin bond was then made. Nahen lay his other hand on top of Sawyer's, both of them completely silent. They just stared at eachother.
This hand was so much different than his own in colour, but they were the same size, same feeling, same warmth. Sawyer's skin was so cold, like a corpse but, behind that. There was so much warmth. Ruby eyes bored right into his. Then, without another word they both just pulled eachother into their arms. Their chins on the oher's shoulder. Tears falling down both their eyes.
Hs twin brother looked so much different, but so much the same. As son as Sawyer cleaned himself up, Nathen knew they would look identical. Still, there was something missing from Sawyer. His brother looked...Lost, like he had lost something or someone.
They didn't let go for what seemed like the longest time. They both studied the other. Learning through soft murmers and touch. Sawyer whispered a name, so silent. He said. "If only Roxxy were here, then we'd all be happy." ther was a small smile then, Sawyer fell asleep right there, their armstill around eachother. Refusing to let go.
Sawyer did not dream, he only thought. He could feel the warmth of Nathen's body around him. He cold feel Black, and even though he was being operated on, and was out cold, he knew that the stallion was there and, that he accepted Sawyer now. More as a friend. He could feel the presense of his parents. He suddenly realised he was really happy. He felt warm for the first time in weeks. Still, a big part of him was missing. When Roxxy had left, she had taken all his love with her.
He shivered, the air was cold, and he was very cold. Winter was coming early. Fall was so cold already. He felt another pair of arms around him. Blood that wasn't hisown dripping on his back. Oh yes, he had hurt his mother. But, she tried to take hm away from Black. He didn't want that...
"it's going to be ok, baby. Everything's going to be ok." Mum whispered in his ear. She was tough, she could take a beating from Sawyer anyday. Half the time she'd wrestle him to the ground.
Oh course Sawyer was insane, but he was too tired to do anything. Except sleep...
He wasn't surprised at where her hands went next. He also knew that she would instantly figure out that he was a very very VERY happy boy at the moment. Everything below the waist said so. His breathing was already heavy, ok. He had to try harder but, he payed close attention to what she was doing.
Lower, lower...lower. What was taking so long. He was ready to pounce and get to work. Be patient. His hands moved up her back as she slid down.
(Ohhhhhhhhh...Skip this part. No examples.)
Well, that was fun. And during that, his hands were exploring, now he could finally reach where he wanted to. His hands slid up her dress, able to feel to bare skin to her back. He wanted it off. Now. He was glued to her, now. Their bodies closer than they have ever been.
His hands moved fast until finally, the gown was at her feet. All the while his lips moved quickly with hers. Foreplay was fun but, it was getting boring. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Nathen, da parents
Word Count ~' It sucks.
Muse ~Dead. I think.
Music ~' ---
Notes ~ What makes the perfect guy?
Lyrics ~' My Last Breath- Evanescence |
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 23, 2009 21:33:46 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ black could feel things around him. he knew sawyer was crying. for some strange reason, it bothered him. perhaps he really was partially attached to sawyer. he could feel his lung being pierced and then drained and slowly, his breathing didn't become so labored. pure fatigue, a dreaded kind of exhaustion swept over the stallion's body. and the last thing he ever had sense of was the shivering boys at his back and his perpetual need to save him and roxxy from all harm. and for once in all his life it seemed, he finally got to go into a perfect, peaceful sleep.
leelyn could feel his anticipation like he had screamed it to the world. she sighed inwardly, but then, his hands traveled up her gown and all she could feel was the pleasure. she gave a low moan, and she found that her skin was bare and against his. she wasn't wearing a bra. (one can't exactly wear one with the open backed dress she was wearing.) her body blended with his and she suddenly let out husky, seductive laughter. she gripped him tightly, nails digging into his back and she pulled both of them onto the bed. (strong gal, is she not?) her kisses were seemingly soft and rough at the time, desire sparking everything about her. she touched him in all his sensual little places. she was experienced in this kind of thing. she knew exactly what she was doing.
roxanna was dressed beautifully. she had to be to attract the attention of senor lozano, dimitri's father. the man seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face, but even with that, it was easy to tell the cuban drug lord was a very handsome man. around him were many native women as well as an asian here and there or a caucasian. this was a formal birthday party, the festivities beautiful and colorful. roxanna was just now making her appearance. for her job, she was made to wear a wig of long, platinum blonde hair which tumbled down in curls. it actually looked rather beautiful with her dark eyelashes, brilliant blue eyes, and skin tanned to a perfect tone. on her body was a beautiful pink gown which had was embroidered with silver embellishments. it was completely open-backed, showing off the hard, muscular back of her.
her make-up was done wonderfully as well: full pink lips, lightly blushed cheeks, with black and silver eyeshadow that gave her cateyes. she was the epitome of beautiful. and it seemed senior lozano thought so as well. the moment she stepped into the room, the eyes of those peverse, dangerous men turned to look at her, their wives and mistresses forgotten. ever the good agent, she gave her stunning, white smile to all. in an authentic-sounding spanish accent, roxxy spoke to the man in the white suit that approached her. his scowl still in place but his coal eyes brightening with interest. that fetching cuban accent was flawless. "ah...beauty personified has come to visit me on my sixteth birthday, yes?" with that, he kissed her hand. she played the part of a humble guest. she chuckled seductively.
"but, senor lozano! i am but a mere part of the beauty you have created tonight for such an event." it was then, that he took her by the hand and twirled her to the fast-pace of the latin music. with his large hand pressed into the small of her back skin, roxanna flashed him a warm smile, her face uplifted because he was a rather tall man. 6'1" tall. he smiled lightly at her, his body closing in the distance between himself and her. on the inside, roxxy was screaming to get away. this man looked like an older version of dimitri. that's all there was too it. and it made her feel unsafe and endangered. however, it was her job as an agent of the government to catch senor lozano in the act of his drug dealing. she needed solid proof. once she did, she would give the signal and over 800 fbi agents, s.w.a.t. team members, and cuban cops would be there.
and the only way to do that was to get close....uncomfortably close to the patriarchal lozano. but the thing was, she had to work fast because dimitri was arriving soon. so, they began to dance. roxxy's muscled legs picked up and moved fluidly across the floor, mister lozano as her partner the whole time. of course, she told them that she had to take a break, that he was too much of a spirited dancer for herself. and he bought it. watching the cherokee mix saunter away in an absent-mindedly teasing manner, anyone could see the mad lust in his eyes. her body was pleasing to him. and she was beautiful in her attitude as well. perfect. roxanna was getting a flute of champaign when strong arms wrapped around her waist.
she smiled outwardly, but on the inside, she was crumbling. she turned around in his arms and immediately she smelled the alcohol on his breath. the man was drunk! this was good, very good. roxxy smiled at him and her long, black lashed fluttered down demurely and she remembered the night that her dress flew up and a natural red blush came to her cheeks. she was a creature who seemed unearthly in her beauty. voice husky and slurring, "m'dear...i don't believe i know your name...but come to bed with me." roxxy's eyes went wide and she peered up at him, full in the face. his reaction was instantaneous. he roughly kissed her. people nearby were pretending not to look, and then some of lozano's associates were smirking with unhidden, perverse delight.
roxxy gently pushed away and looked at him and then gave a slow nod, seemingly unsure. she was pretending to be uncertain of herself. lozano took that as a yes and grinned broadly, showing white teeth and sending foul fumes into the air. he was very, very drunk. taking her by the waist, he held her close as he took her over the paths in the gardens and towards the impossibly large beach house. once inside, he began to give her sloppy kisses. appearing seduced on the outside, roxanna was now crying and felt disgusted with herself. she was eventually led to a wealthy, beautifully decorated room with a large canopy bed in the center. lozanos, especially drunk ones, weren't usually ones to be patient with sexual acts once aroused.
once the door was locked, roxxy felt herself stiffen up like a board, her seamless appearance breaking. mister lozano was slipping the dress from her shoulders when she suddenly burst out, "please! give me some! i know you have it! i'll pay you for it." her brilliant blue eyes held desperation, genuine desperation. she seemed to be putting all her emotions into acting out this important part. he smiled and then groaned, "bellisma senorita! i'll give you whatever you want!!" he tried to make the move on her again, but then roxxy quickly shook her head. her spanish accent was heard in the large lair. "cocaine...i need my fix! then...." she trailed off, a devious grin coming to her goddess-like features.
lozano grinned wildly and nodded eagerly. he was drunk. he had absolutely no reason. he was wasted. going up to a large portrait of a beautiful cuban woman, he shoved it up and behind it was a security pad. he typed in numbers of which roxxy memorized instantly: 31132698354. then, she suddenly whirled around to see the dining table there, gorgeous and polished, suddenly split open in the middle to reveal a shallow box which contained several small bags of white powdery things. having the proof she needed, she discreetly pushed the button that gave the signal by pressing down on her eyelid. the contact lense she was wearing was a button. all she had to do was close her eye and very tenderly apply pressure.
as he approached the thousands-dollar product, roxxy flung herself at him. she had to keep him entertained for the next two minutes. lozano caught on fast. his mouth moved unnaturally with hers, slobber going all over her pink lips. all she could think about was how much she wanted to puke. and then, he suddenly became much stronger than a man of 60 and picked her up by her waist and taking her cue, she wrapped her legs around his thickening waist. he brought her to the bed and slammed her into the bed, quickly moving on top of her. roxxy hadn't meant for it to go this fast. like some kind of rabid dog, he began to tear at her clothes, as if the gown would not come off fast enough.
with a snarl, he just brought out a knife, out of nowhere, and just slit her dress. roxanna was shocked. she had no idea. she cussed herself left and right because she hadn't checked him. she just hadn't thought. she hadn't been there. just...no. there were no excuses. it was about two minutes and he had gotten her bare to reveal her lingerie. she couldn't have worn a brazir because of her gown... pinning her down, the mood changed. senor lozano became even more violent. roxxy began to fight back. viciously. she could hear the not so distant sound of a door being broken down. suddenly, she burst into wicked laughter, demented laughter, dark and cold. "YOU HAD IT COMIN' TO YOU!!!" just then, lozano seemed to realize this was not who he thought she was. reaching up to tear the wig off her head, long black-brown locks fanned out on the pillow.
"fuck you, bastard." lozano understood. he had been set up. all this time, after so many years he had reigned and now this was his undoing. in anger, two things happened simultaneously: the enforcements busted down the door and black clad people flooded the room, and lozano took the night and stabbed her in the stomach. roxxy didn't move and lozano was shot to death. he had no control of his movements and fell forwards onto roxxy, dead, pushing the knife further into her gut. roxxy tried to shriek in pain, but she couldn't. her colleagues took the older lozano off of her and kept the knife in, because if they took it out, it would cause her to bleed to death. covering up her bare chest, her boss, known only as g, watched her with faintly concerned eyes. the old woman knew a lot about death...but seeing roxxy having gone through so much at an early age bothered her on a level that could not be easily forgotten.
the last thing roxxy could remember was the white-haired woman standing over her and saying..."good job, roxxy. but i'm afraid you can't go home until dimitri's dead."
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Post by Desert on Sept 24, 2009 21:20:24 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A howl broke the air, a pained cry. Then, out of nowhere. A very large dog moved out of the forest, slowly. His eyes gleamed bright, he moved slowly. Sawyer could hear the animal, that was his loyal and royal canine. The boy lifted his head, Nathe let go of his brother and quickly scooted away "That...That's a wolf!" he whispered. Sawyer smiled and held out his hand.
The wolf kept away from Black, approaching Sawyer from the other side. His master lay on his back, pale. He smelled sick and weak; so still. Sparks put his nose in Sawyer's hand, tail wagging slowly. Soft fur threaded through his fingers. Sawyer had missed his dog so much, he was one of the family. Sawyer hugged the canine's warm, soft neck. Obediant, Sparks did not move. He didn't want to move. Sawyer was so happy but, there was an unhappy feeling in his stomach.
Sawyer whispered to Nathen "This is my dog. You can pet him if you like..." his mind settled on Black for a moment. Feeling him sleep. Also his father's smile of success, Black would be ok! He was going to live. Finally, Sawyer could relax. Of course, he now had no choice but to leave the stud.
He glanced at his mother and half smiled "Can we go home now?" his voice was weak, hoarse. As if he were getting sicker by the minute, he was. His body was so weak and worn out that his immune system just wanted to shut down along with the rest of his body.
Without another word. Three sets of arms went around his body, helping him to his feet; his knees shook as they moved forward. Sawyer looked back at the sleeping stud only once before being led away, his father's sweatshirt draped around his shoulders.
Leelyn wasn't the only one with practice. He knew the best places to hold a woman. And, when they hit the bed, he went to work. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. He moved roughly against her, not wanting to hurt her but, he liked being a little hard. It made the whole thing so much more fun. He touched her and she touched him, it was so wonderful!
(Skippppppppiiiiiingggggg dun dun dun ^^)
He lasted a while but, he was a guy and, like most men. He fell asleep! Still, he clung to her like he wasn't going to let go. He hoped that she wasn't doing anything to him during his nap....He was already sore.
Having a rough night, Sawyer was up at five thirty that morning. He was sore but, he no longer bled, he felt warm, really warm. Part of him refused to lift even his head, that was currently sinking into the depths of his pillow.
He found that he had some energy left, just enough to sit up for a moment. He scratched his furry jaw and groaned, he really had to fix that. Too much facial hair drove him insane.
With another pained groan, he struggled to his feet and practicly crawled up the stairs and into the large master bathroom. He was quiet, for his parents were fast asleep in his bed. They had a hard day, they deserved their rest. Sawyer was carful not to dump into everything. His hands feeling the area around him. Having to remember the layout of his bedroom. He wasm't very worried though. When a Contaro slept soundly, it was almost impossible to wake one up.
His bare feet touched cold tile and he shivered, now he felt really cold! He paused and dropped his clothes, still trying to clear his mind, running warm water. Making a nice steam, he stepped into the warm water and was instantly in pain. Ever scrape and bruise on his body stung like a thousand bees when water touched him. Just enough to almost make him collapse.
He moved somewhat quickly, washing his hair twice. Some of the larger gashes started to bleed again but finally stopped as he moved a clean bar of soap over his tired form. He felt better now he was clean. His mind felt clearer, just enough to think and get everything figured out. He had gotton sick, he had the flu and he needed to rest for a while.
Wait! He was sick? Being one of the healthiest people on Earth (you can guess why), he never got sick. Maybe a small cold every six months but, never the flu. This was the worst he had ever felt in his life. His arms felt like they just wanted to fall off.
Don't think about the pain he hissed at himself. All he knew was that it would take a while for his body to recover completely. Until then, he was weak. That made him angry! He wasn't a weak person, he could fight and defend himself, not now. He'd loose in a thumb wrestling match! How pathetic.
He stepped out into the warm air and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and leaned against the counter, struggling to catch his breath. Damnit! He was already tired. No! Shave now, sleep later. How could Santa live the way he did!?
For Sawyer, doing his hair and shaving was all guess work but, he knew his bidy better than anyone. He ran the razor around his lips and jaw and every other hairy place on his mouth. After five long minutes, he was done and his mouth was as smooth as a baby's bottom.
It took him almost an hour to get done, his parents remained in lala land. Their bodies mashed together they looked like one. Sawyer slithered past them and into his monumental wardrobe (even blind men need to look sexy!).
Grabbing a pair of loose sweat pants and a tank top. He was warm and felt good. Still, his skin was like chalk and his eyes were red, his lids were purple like a bruise, and his lips were marble white. He looked like a dead person, only that his skin went with his fever. Hot!
Creeping out of his room, he found himself moving down the hall into Alex's box (It was tiny compared to Sawyer's suite!) Plus, Syra kicked him out of the other master bedroom, so the family just called Alex's room "The Box" Didn't matter to the short guy, he liked small spaces, he could actually fit in one.
The thought put a smile on his face as he walked in. Luckily his smeller didn't want to work at the moment so he could smell what had happened. He stopped beside the queen size bed, sensing the presence of two.
He gently touched the cheek of Leelyn Holis. With a smile he brushed a strand of hair out of her face and leaned down to whisper in their ears "Did you have fun?" followed by a hoarse chuckle. There was a quiet moan from Alex as he reached up and pushed Sawyer's head away.
Even that touch hurt. It felt like needles were thrown into his face all at once. He hissed inwardly and walked off. They'd greet him once he woke up again. He was half way downstairs when, for the first time, he broke into a rough coughing fit, it hurt his sandpaper throat. He continued his decent slowly, still coughing.
Nathen was sleeping upside down on the recliner. His head on the floor, his feet in the air. Sawyer reached out and touched a leg, not an arm. Ok, that was amusing! He chcukled and moved back to the couch and flopped back down, his head falling onto the pillow and he fell asleep in a matter of seconds. There he would stay until the family decided to come down.
He wanted to talk to Alex in person, he wanted to talk to Leelyn and his parents but, most of all. He wanted to talk to Nathen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Nathen, da parents, Roxxy
Word Count ~' ...
Muse ~Dead. Gone
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Notes ~ Sawyer I kinda cut this post short. It should be much longer. I hope you get something out of it.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 28, 2009 19:40:03 GMT -5
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First Person
I can't remember anything short of pain. Lots of pain. But then again, my whole life had consisted of nothing but pain in some form or fashion. I think that that's just God's way of preparing me for some tragic death. Ah, well, at least I'll go out with a bang. My senses were lost to me for quite some time. Couldn't smell, feel, hear, taste, see.... I could only think and endless trains of thought whirled through my head as I tried desperately not to succumb to this hideous tearing sensation of my abdomen. It scared me. Was all my previous experiences a dream? Was I in some room giving birth to my firstborn? Eh, no. The pain-GOD SO HELP ME IT HURT!!! Calm...control those tears, Roxxy. No one needs to see you break. No one should ever see you break. You're not human...you're just the governments lil' puppet... You're not human...you're not human....you're not human.
Well, damn. I felt human now! Suddenly, my senses flooded me and I could feel myself start to function again. Along with more shots of pain. Oh, how lovely. As. If. I. Needed. Any. More. The stinging of my eyes told me I was going to cry. I didn't want to cry. It was weakness. I never cried. The thought startled me into cognition and my eyes snapped open. Shit. Wrong thing to do. The lights were too bright. Let's try again. I could feel my hand swiftly move to my stomach region. And I felt papery material. Oh...I was in a hospital. Glad they cared. Slowly, I opened my eyes again. My pupils adjusted to the magnanimous amount of white light and I, sure enough, found myself in a white room....with...no door.
OOOOh, G knew me too well. At least I didn't have to wait long. It seemed, as I carefully propped myself up and tried my best not to whack the impetuous little tears off my face, that they had known I was about to wake. And sure enough, here comes the boss, G. I hadn't been fully awake for two minutes before she barks out, "Roxxy! What in the hell were you thinking??" It was like I could see the excessive question marks. Sheesh...what a nice lady. Giving her a wry grin, I baited her with my words. "Whaaaaaat?! G, you know I liked to get knocked up by some dangerous drug lord." Well, I can't say I didn't know it was comin'. Her wrinkled hand flew at my face. I probably could've dodged it...but G was G. She could have my ass detonated with absolutely no reason.
"Just like you like your stomach and right kidney stabbed through and through?" I didn't brother rubbing my cheek. "Yeah, G.....can'tcha tell by my scarring?" Wham. Another slap. For an ancient lady, she sure could pack a whallop. But at least she was being kind and evened me up. Now I was hurting on both sides of my face. "Done smarting off to me?" My blue eyes gave her an affirmative, which made her throw back her head and laugh. I hated her as much as I loved her. She was a no non-sense woman who had a sense of humor that took special people to understand. She told us, the agents, to call her Mom. And, truth was...she had kinda taken over that role in my life when my own parents died. Sad, huh?
Then, she stopped laughing after a few more moments, a twinkle in her navy blue eyes..which died in a matter of seconds. G was not a woman who seemed old. Sure, she had the appearance, but she never acted like an old lady. But, as she sighed and sat on my bed, she looked like she was a bajillion years old. "You know you can't go back home. Now that Senior Lozano is dead, Dimitri will be hot on your trail. Going back to Shady Lane is not an option." Her voice had started off soft, and stayed so, but the tones were steely and gave no choice whatsoever. My voice stayed its casual lightness and didn't shake, but I couldn't stop the single, fat teardrop that slithered down my face.
My laceration was becoming almost unbearable now. But I kept up my nonchalant facade. "I know, Mom. There's no choice. Dimitri must be killed. Then-" She held up a finger, which called for immediate silent. Her voice was gentle and once again she looked old and weary. "Then...then, you and your sister will retire young, rich, and happy." Whoa. Where'd the hell this come from? This side of her would've been nice to see while I was in training. "But until then, you are to have absolutely no contact with her or anything from your previous lives. You are to be given a new identity, with a new history." Eh, scratch that. No, nevermind. Don't. But...I don't feel so lovey-dovey towards her anymore.
This time, my voice was cold and calculative. Obviously my eyes were too. "What's my name? And what's my covering occupation?" This didn't seem to surprise G. She gave me a vague smile. "You are to be a model. And you're name is Crisanta del Monte." Damn. She caught me by surprise. "G.... you have a fucked up sense of humor." I couldn't show anyone my body. It had all kinds of scars...plus I didn't have that scary anorexic look to my body. I was filled out with muscle and I had...well, boobs. The norm did not. And that's not all. Dimitri was into that sort of thing. That's like me going out into Times Square and yelling out, "Hey! I'm here!" on the big screen.
She only smiled at me. Crazy old bat. Then, she got up from my bed and walked towards the door she had come in. Now that I was able to focus my eyes, I did see a small rectangular crack. And as she walked up to it, a section of the wall suddenly slid open to reveal the hallway outside. "Training starts in the morning." Without giving me a chance to reply, she smiled wickedly and said, "See you tomorrow, Crisanta Maria del Monte." Then, she disappeared out the door, the portal closing behind her. "Shit!" was what I yelled before slamming back in the bed, no longer Roxanna Kensli Holis, the only person I truly wanted to be.
(End of First Person)
Leelyn woke up to Sawyer's voice in her ears, his soft touch pulling back a strand of wavy blonde hair. She looked up at him with cloudy brown eyes. "Heck yes I did." She grinned sleepily at him as Alex shoved his head away and Sawyer left the room. Once Leelyn was up, she was up. Giving her boyfriend a tender kiss on the lips, she grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around her slim body. Stretching as much as she possibly good, she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. It didn't take long to get herself smelling better and she quickly raiding Syra's room, (as she was closer to Leelyn's petite height of 5'5"), for clothes. It was about two hours later when she made it down the stairs, hair still rather damp but make-up applied. Leelyn could work the wet look, so it worked just fine.
Coming down the stairs, she saw Nathen in the most comical position and then Sawyer next to him. They resembled more now. Saywer looked thin, though. Sighing, she went up to the man who she loved as she loved Rhys and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Hey, sweetie....What do you think about chocolate chip pancakes? I'll cook whatever you want." And she would. This would be the first time she'd seen her adopted brother in over a month. She ran her fingers through his black hair. She exhaled softly. "I feel bad. But yanno I still miss her too, right?"
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Post by Desert on Sept 28, 2009 22:46:04 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wet nose poked itself into his ear, making him almost jump out of his skin. Red eyes snapped open to reveal deep red irises filled with agony. Yeah, he forgot his eye drops. Part of him told him that he deserved the pain.
He left his family without a single good-bye, he stole Alex's horse, and. He didn't tell his parents where he was going. Oh! He was a dead man. With a body of ice on the inside, his skin felt like fire. His fever reaching over 103. Luckily, his dad would be here soon, he'd take cae of Sawyer. Make him feel better than he was. Sparks gave up on Sawyer and lay back down with a sigh.
He lay there for about an hour, shivering like he was standing in a blizzard. A thick blanket covered him but, like that helped much. He was thirsty, he was starving. Not eating for over four days. His body was falling in on itself. He was loosing. He was so tired though, every move he made was painful, it was a lot of effort to even lift his head.
It pained him to no end to realize how weak he really was, the adrenaline finally died out. His strength was gone. He listened intently to his surroundings, the sound of feet coming down the stairs. He identified them to belong to Leelyn. Open eyes watched her, following her every move hungrily. Like the gaze of an animal trapped in his cage, ready for the hunt.
She was healthy, at least she felt well. His hungry gaze left her, at least she was happy. At leas she had her love with her. Sawyer could only wait and pray that Roxxy would come back soon. He thought about her everyday, worried to death about her. Was she safe? Some part of him knew that she was but, another part knew that she was in pain.
Weak muscles groaned unhappily when he lifted his head to greet the blond woman. Pale lips parted into a small, weak smile. The sound of her voice ending the ringing in his ears. He reached up with a shaky arm and returned her hug with a small one of his own before floppng right back down with a pained moan.
Looking up at her he managed an even breath to speak. The air rushing into his lungs scratched his throat like angry claws. "I'll eat anything, even if I have to chase it down and catch it myself." he really would, if it meant food. He didn't care if it was raw. "Four days is long enough, I'm not that picky right now." his voice was a faint whisper, not the confident man everyone knew as Sawyer Contaro. Talking hurt so much!
He went into another fit of terrible coughing. Hurting his throat, his eyes watering. The pain was....There were no words. He closed his eyes and sighed "She'll be here soon." he whispered then went silent. He didn't fall asleep. His eyes were open, ears listening for his parents.
Sawyer knew his body so well, if he had stayed out in the cold for another night. He wouldn't hve survived, most likely. He was stronger than the average healthy male, he could last longer. His body always working its best. But, now. At least he knew he would survive but, he would be battleing this virus for maybe a month or two.
Alex rested for a half hour longer than Leelyn. Finally hauling himself ouf of bed he wrapped a towel around his waist, just in case Dr. Contaro was up to no good. Which was common for him. Alex sighed as he went into Sawyer's room. The married couple were awake. Maysa Contaro a little more tired looking than clear eyed, goofy smile Dimonte.
Looking not a day over thirty, Dimonte laughed when Alex walked in. "So, were you two having a good time last night?" he asked. Alex gave him a crooked grin "You're no better." he joked. He knew what the parents did when their kids weren't looking. Just like high teenagers. The doctor raised a brow "When Sawyer started laughing hystericly we got an idea on what you and Leelyn were up to." with that, he slid to his full height of six foot one. Alex beat him to the bathroom, closing the door tight. There was a knock "Don't waste the hot water, Alexander." it was Sawyer's mother's voice. Calm but intense. Laughter filling every word. Alex grunted and ran the water while the parents gliden downstairs.
Hooves thundering past the border of New York. Evean led them into the Big Apple silently. Unaware that her brother was home and safe. Her parents had left back to Kentucky for some unknown reason. The feeling of the stud beneath her calmed her slightly. Her giant stallion Khan pushing the group forward. They were off to Maine, the Contaro family knew their way around this country like they knew the backs of their hands.
Andre followed on the buckskin Quarter horse, Wolf. The stallion not breaking a sweat. Syra on her other flank rode Breeze. Sawyer's stallion kept trying to turn back for some odd reason but, Evean was determined to keep moving forward. The Gelderlander giving up and letting Syra lead him. Soon, they would go back.
Sawyer kept his ears on Leelyn, and Nathen hitting the floor but remaining asleep. That was until his parents came into the room. He croaked their names and lifted his head. Mum was ready. She took him into her arms and eye drops went in, Sawyer blinking rapidly, he could tell she was angry but, she was also releived to have him back.
Dad sat down beside him, helping him sit up. Sawyer panting heavily. Strands of dark hair clingig to his forhead. Covered in sweat. His skull throbbed unhappily. Dad lay the backs of his hands on his cheeks and forhead, then letting them move down his arms. He touched his collar bone. No matter how gentle he was. Every single touch was painful in so many ways but, also soothing.
"Honey go get the thermometer." he said softly. Mum nodded and jogged back upstairs. Dad left Sawyer and went into the large kitchen. He grabbed a wet cloth and a bottle of ice water and was back by his side. Sawyer's face lit up when he heard the sloshing of water. Dad lay the cloth on his ches for a moment then dabbed his forhead and cheeks. Sawyer snatched the bottle away and drank, actin as if he had never had a sip of water in his life.
The cool liquid flowed down his throat like a river. A god given gift. Dad almost had to pry the bottle away from his son. Sawyer whined and loke ver at his mum who placed the end of the thermometer in his mouth. The boy sittng perfectly still, now moist eyes watching as he was being taken care of.
The sound of the soft beep startled him. His muscles tensed turning away as if he'd just been slapped. "104.1" his mother moaned, her voice weak all of a sudden. No, he couldn't have a fever that high! He was so cold. He sat there confused while his father gently took off the tank. Air touched his cuts, making them sting. He cringed away with a weak cry "It hurts." he whispered. Dad put his arm around his torso and picked him up.
Sawyer, not doing much to help was half dragged, alf carried to the kitchen. Dad pulled up a chair and Sawyer sat down with a sigh. Couldn't this end soon. He was hungry! Where was food? He stared ahead, eyes on Leelyn as Dad used a clean needle to pick out peices of wood out of his cuts. It made him bleed once more. Three of those cuts looked ike a scratch from a wild animal. Rugged and red, they cut across is ribs, the broken ones.
It hurt so much! His sin was so delicate and and...Breakable! He wasn't strong anymore and, he had to acknowledge that. "What did you do to yourself Sawyer?" Dad almost cried, tender hands moving over a bleeding chest. Sawyer simply shrugged "Water?!" he moaned. He felt his mother leave his side only to come back with what he desperatly needed. Once again, Sawyer drank and drank until every last drop was gone.
Another wet cloth wet to his chest. Washing away blood and, everything else. Dad gave his shoulder a gentl pat "I'm almost done." he said calmly. So calm, so gentle. That's what made his father so great. Docotrs always look to the future for answers, none seem to realize that the answer might just be infront of their nose. Dimonte Contaro looked to the past and the present, making the future a gift for his patients.
Digging through his medical bag, he took out a small syringe. Sawyer could sense what was goingto happen. Something he didn't want to happen. He cringed away from the needle. Yeah, one of the most common fears on the planet and, Sawyer had it. But, other people never really had the smae experiances with them as he did.
"It's alright, son. It'll help ease the pain." the doctor said in is soothing tone. Yes, Sawyer could trust his father. No matter what he did. The needle struck the twisted muscles in his shoulder and Sawyer wimpered quietly. Fire running through his blood stream but, it made him numb. Comfortably numb. "Maysa, loosen up those muscles in his shoulders." Dimonte said quietly, throwing the needle away. Never use the same needle twice. The number one rule. Mum lay hands that could guide a jet on his shoulders. Thumbs digging into numb shoulders making them tingle.
He felt the knots in his shoulders shrink as Mum's hands worked magic. She, too was gentle even though she could throw three full grown bad ass men on their butts in under thirty seconds. He had his eyes closed, actually feeling better but, his stomach was so empty.
The doctorwashd his hands over three times. "Alright Sawyer. I know you hate this but, open your mouth." he said. Sawyer's jaw tightened. The last time his father looked in his mouth, he almost lost a finger. Sawyer had a strong bite, not as bad as Evean's, though. A growl escaped his clamped lips. Dad sighed "Sawyer, c'mon. I'll get the scissors and...Well I know you don't want that."
Sawer' jaw fell open and evil laughter escaped from Dimonte Contaro. With his head tilted back, Sawyer sat like a statue, hands balled into fists. The doctor looked into his throat. "Hmmmm. Well, you had a nice pair of lungs last night." another string of laughter. Sawyer rolled his eyes "They don't call me the wolf for nothing," he mumbled finally shutting his mouth.
He met Mum's eye, she reached out and stroked his hair "Oh, Sawyer. I was so worried about you. I--I thought I was going to loose you." she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his bare torso and hugged him lightly. "Mum..." he started, not able o hold her back. He still felt so weak. "No matter what, Sawyer. No matter how old you are or how much you want to get rid of me. You'll always be my baby boy."
Sawyer losed his eyes, his face burried in her thick mane of black hair. "I know Mum. I know. I'm so sorry, I really am but, I..." he didn't finish, finding some strength he pulled his arms around her and held her. A lot of people think their parents are such a burden, always getting in the way. Ready to get out of their lives and live one of your own.
No, not Sawyer. He would give up anything if it meant staying with his parents, to b wth his family. No matter how weird or annoying they were. He smiled slightly. His mother almost sobbing into his shoulder. Sawyer whispered quietly, soothing words in French. His deep voice still hoarse, effort put through every word.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Too lazy to remember
Word Count ~' Don't really care
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Sept 30, 2009 19:36:44 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Crisanta's training did begin. Immediately, she was put into therapy and made to push her body to it's limits. She had stitches in her stomach and not only was she walking, but she was also doing sit-ups, kick boxing, wrestling, running. Of course, they had no sympathy for her. She was an agent. She was supposed to be perfect. She was healing fine though...but she was in constant pain. There were times when she was just double over and cough up smatterings of blood. Not that anyone particularly cared. If anything, Crisanta was pushed even further. It was several days later when Cris was called to have her stitches taken out. Coming into the white room, she was surprised to see G and one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever laid eyes on. She could say that honestly. Being true with herself, she could say he was on her boyfriend's level of sexiness.
But being Crisanta, with her strong loyalty and devotion to a man she might never see again, hardly have the gorgeous man a look. She headed over straight to G who was staring at her with a devious smile on her wrinkled face. "Well, G. I'm here. Where's the doctor?" Cris's blue eyes stayed with G's navy blue ones. "Crisanta... I want you to meet Devon." She guestured at the tall man beside her and Crisanta, though she still was fiercely passionate about not even looking at Devon, gazed at him. She found herself looking to an incredibly handsome tan face with eyes that matched her brightness, only his were a shining brown. His hair was a dark brown that did that Superman-curl thing. And he was tall. Hovering around Sawyer's height.
Her heart skipped a beat. Not because of his good-looks, but because those brown eyes reminded her of Sawyer. However, she never let her emotions show. She gave him a friendly smile out of politeness and turned back to G, but she could feel Devon's eyes on her. In her Spanish accented voice, she spoke to G quizzically, "Okay. Now, let me get my stitches taken out." Her blue eyes held a question. G admonished with amusement in her eyes. "Crisanta...you are a model now and you have a photoshoot being taken today. And as part of your role, you are a married supermodel." Cris didn't bother to hide this reaction. Her jaw dropped and her face took on a crimson color. Without meaning to, her Spanish accent became even more accentuated. "No, G, no! Devon will not even appear to be my husband!" G's navy blue eyes which had previously held a mischevious spark flashed angrily, and she spoke in a cold, calm, collected voice. "Crisanta Marie del Monte. You have no choice. Devon Hampton is now your husband, by all documents. Now, take your husband and yourself to the sectioning room. There, you will find our analysist setting up a photoshoot. Do your job. When this is over, you won't have a husband anymore, because Devon and Crisanta will suddenly be killed in a horrific car crash. Understand? Now, go."
Crisanta took one glare and one glare only to communicate all the hatred she felt for her boss. Stiffly, she took Devon's left hand, feeling the wedding band there. Inside, she could not stop crying. On the outside, not one tear was shed. It was just like she thought it would be though. The stitches were taken from her body, and then she was told to take a shower because she had previously been sweating. Getting out, and dried off, she was handed not a training bra and regular panties, but instead some very expensive lingerie that looked like it belonged only in the bedroom, exclusively. She was piecing it together already when she softly asked, "What's this for?" It was then explained to her that that's what she was wearing in her first shoots.
And it was with Devon, who just came in from the other room, wearing nothing but some boxers. "HELL TO THE FUCK, NO!" But when she tried to run, she grabbed by her "husband". Devon was a fully trained agent like herself, only he was older and had that much more experience. It showed on his seriously ripped but scarred body. He held her by his arms, his leg intertwined with hers so that she couldn't kick or moved. He held her still and whispered close in her ear, "I know you don't want this, Crisanta. Let's just get it over with." Cris shook her head like a madman, but Devon was able to shepherd her towards the room again. "Get dressed. I promise, it won't take long."
Cris did as she was told and came out in the black corset and lacy black panties with the hose and thigh-suspenders. Devon smiled at her encouragingly, which she dismissed angrily. Getting her make-up and hair done, she stepped onto the scene looking like some time of queen, with her long thick dark hair and her amazing blue eyes framed by high cheekbones and exotically long eyelashes. There was a bed waiting for her and him. The "happy couple" got on it and did the poses that were shouted at them. They were all intimite scenes. There was one where they were caressing, another where he was hovering above her and they were just looking into each others eyes, a side-shot, a pillowfight, and then the one where he was putting a huge diamond ring on her finger. Her face showed all of the proper delight, but her eyes...They looked empty. In all of them, they did. No real joy. On the otherhand, Devon's brown eyes held elation and he looked like he was actually smitten with her.
Two hours later, Crisanta was told the awful news when she asked to see the pictures. They were already broadcasted. Howling in furry, Cris ran from the room, Devon heavy in pursuit.
And across the nation, on reality channels and such, Crisanta and her "husband", Devon were displayed as the new item among celebrities. And in Times Square, on the massive screen, both Crisanta and Devon were shown to the thousands of people there as the nation's latest, hottest gossip. And how hot it was: one of the world's most beautiful and successful supermodels marrying one of America's greatest actors. Dimitri would see her picture and recognize her. And then again, so would any Contaros or O'Heirs that were watching.
Leelyn sighed sadly. Well, she couldn't exactly help Sawyer's predicament. Sure, she like all military trained personnel had been taught the basics of medicine, but she had no where near the expertise that Dr. Contaro had. But! She could cook. And that's what she did. Scaring up the needed materials, she began to become busy in the kitchen. She set the table and within thirty minutes of her whirl-winding around, she had piles of chocolate-chip pancakes on the table. Her sweet voice rang across the house. "Breakfast's ready!!!" Looking at Sawyer, Maysa, and Dimonte, she sighed. She looked at the T.V. She wanted to turn it on to watch the News, but she thought better of it. She didn't want to bother Sawyer...or Nathen for that matter, who just happened to be still konked out.
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Post by Desert on Sept 30, 2009 23:42:48 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Breakfast went well...Fast. Sawyer wolfed down his food quickly in a polite manner. There wasn't much conversation. Alex came down and..like every morning. He didn't speak at all. A large Dalmation followed him, tail wagging. Nathen woke up from the dead.
If one didn't pay mind to Sawyer being so thin and loking so sick. The twins looked exactly alike. There were few ways to tell them apart. Sawyer was taller, and had the wonderful fogged out blind eyes. Also he had more scars on the well muscled chest.
Nathen sat down beside Sawyer and snatched his share of food before his twin could steal anymore. Mum and Dad watched them quietly. The boys didn't say a word to eachother but, it showed in their eyes that they already held a strong bond.
After Sawyer plate looked like it was licked clean. The pale man stood up and excused himslf to the sink. He moved slow, struggling to keep balance, and even more to keep his worn out legs moving the way they were supposed to.
He washed his dish by hand and put it away in the cubbords. With a sigh he leaned against the island for a moment before slowly making his way back to the living room. Having to struggle through the large lobby.
Back in the living room, he flopped down onto the couch. Now, the couch of the Contaro O'Heir mansion was like a heaven sent piece of furnature. Once you lay down on it. You never ever want to get back up.
Sawyer lay his head down on the fluffy pillow that was soon to become his home for about to months. The back of hs skull throbbed. Like he was getting kicked repeatedly. His parents followed quietly. The doctor set down another bottle of ice water, and felt his head and cheeks once again. Sawyer's eyes were closed and he felt comfortable but...but he was so cold!
He looked up at his dad. A question suddenly popping into his head. "How's Frost Byte?" he asked. Dimonte pulled a quilt to Sawyer's shoulders, seeing him shiver "She's doing great, healthy as a horse!" he joked. Frost Byte was one of Sawyer's horses. In fact, she was his favourite. But, he couldn't bring her because she was heavy with her first foal.
"She had her foal of course. A healthy litte colt, he looks just like his sire!" Sawyer tried to picture a happy grey Arabian colt. That thought put a smile on his face "I want you to brig them here, soon. Take Breeze back to Nevada. I'll keep the foal." he sad simply. He'd to anything to get his mare. He raised her.
Frost's dam died before she was even born. They were there in time to rescue the foal inside. Having to do mouth to mouth to save the filly. Sawyer put his hand up to raise the filly, and that's what he did. Bottle fed and everything. She was always a small horse but, grew quickly to sixteen hands. Sawyer trained her and rodeher and decided to breed her.
They were always worried, hoping for a healthy foal and that's what they got! Sawyer kept his eyes closed and after a few minutes fell asleep.
What do you get when you see a girl riding a Clydsdale barebackwith two other people following on horseback in the middle of New York city? A good news story and a lot of confused New Yorkers. They all knew about Evean and Andre. Syra was a new character.
She led them to Times Square, people getting out of her way, not wanting to get stepped on by Khan's massive hooves. The stallion walked on as told but, he was tense and unhappy. But, they were just passing through.
Times Square was when Breeze froze and reared. People dove out of the way, dodging kicking hooves. Syra held on easily and when the horse retured to earth she gave him a gentle pat "What's wrong bud?" she asked. The stallion stomped a hoof and snorted, only to rear again and whinny loudly. Evean circled around the stallion, keeping people out of the way. Telling interested children not to touch the "pretty ponies". Their parents quickly shooing them away.
Andre stayed off to the side, Wolf leaning lazily against smeone in the crowd. Andre moved him away with an apology. Breeze stared right at the big screen. Syra looked up and her jaw fell open. Evean and Andre saw her expression and looke that way, too. Evean gasped, while Andre cursed under his breath.
"That's Roxxy! But how? Who's that guy? AND WHAT'S THAT RING DOING ON HER FINGER!" Andre ookedlike he was about to fall off and die. Syra snickered "She cheated on Sawyer! Oh gosh that's wonderful! I'm so proud of her!" she chuckled darkly. Andre shook his head "But, she loves Sawyer! Ad I bet every girl in America wants to be with Sawyer at least once in their lives!"
It was true, Sawyer was so kind and genle. So loving and sweet, and handsome. He was also protective and he never EVER broke a promise. She was proud to call him her brother. But, why could Roxxy cheat on him and go get married to some other guy? It wasn't possible.
"WAIT! There's no way, look." she pointed back up to the big screen and frowned "Crisanta Marie del Monte" she read. That wasn't Roxxy but, that woman looked just like her! Then it clicked. She took out her phone and quickly texted Dad.
"Get onto Facebook as soon as you get this!"
She hit send "'C'mon" she said and took off. Followed byAndre and Syra. They kept heading north.
Like every morninfg, Alex was dead silent, it was just part of him, not talking in the morning, much. Sawyer had already fallen asleep when Alex exited the large kitchen. Dimonte was taking blood smaples from Sawyer while the boy was passed out. Maysa went up to take a shower (Alex took a cold shower, just in case).
Nathen did the dishes, not wanting to give Leelyn more work to do. Besides, he was like Sawyer. Everything had a place and that's where it stayed. Alex ran back upstairs and grabbed his laptop before going to his place by the big Grad Piano. He didn't play, not wanting to wake up a very grumpy Sawyer. The doctor finished his work on Sawyer and his phone buzzed.
"Alex, get onto Facebook."
He was already there, his jaw dropped "Uhh I'm already there. Come here." his voice shook, wildly. He knew who that was. Those eyes. That was Roxxy! But the name was Crisanta Marie del Monte, the supermodel? Wait, no?! The doctor leaned over his shoulder. Shining brown eyes intense. His face was pained "But..How?" he said, biting his lip.
Alex's best guess was that she changed her name and cheated but, that didn't make any sense! There was no way on Earth that she would cheat on Sawyer! Was there?
He looked tothe couch, seeing the lump of blind man shift positins. His heart flew up to his throat. How were they going to tell him? Sawyer was strong but he ws also sensitive. Plus, it was so easy to tell that Sawyer was in love with Roxanna Holis! Or, Crisanta...Whoever she was! Dr. Contaro seemed to read his face like a book "I'll tell him whn he wakes up. For now, let him rest."
He slept but, he didn't dream. He was warm, very warm but, his body trembled throughout the five hours he was asleep. Few times he woke up to hear conversation, nothing interesting though. He soon fell back asleep.
It was a little past noon when he finally opened his eyes and sat up. His stomach somewhat full and happy, he discovered a bottle of water on the round coffee table beside the couch. He drank half before leaning against the arm. He was still tired but, wasn't that normal?
He felt a hand lay itself on his chest, then his arms and cheeks and everywhere else. "How do you feel, baby?" his mother asked. Her sweet voice making him feel even warmer even though he was. So. Damn. Cold! "I--I feel awful!" he admitted to that simply. His bnes and muscles still ached, he had a throbbing headache. Mum kissed hs forehead. "Is there anything I can get you?"she asked.
Sawyer shook his head and sighed "Nothing that I can think of." he mumbled. "Where's Nathen?" he asked, not hearing his twin shuffling around. He could hear Alex and Dad shifting around uncomfortably. "He's out with his horse. He said he'd b back in a few hours." Mum spoke softly but, the trained ear could hear a hint of hesitation in her voice.
It was Dad who spoke up next "Sawyer, I need to tell you something.." and with that he explained what was going on, with Roxxy. Of course Sawyer payed attention but he really heard only two words. Roxxy and Married. After that, he didnt hear anthing else.
He stared at his father with dead eyes, very dead eyes. Anger boiled up in his veins, yet his face and eys remained expressionless. How? How could she do that to him!? Why! His heart exploed right there, was their relationship a lie the whole time?!
It seemed that she didn't love him any more. But, "I love you" was the last thing she said to him. His left hand went out to hold the ring of diamonds that never left his wrist. He suddenly felt very deadly but, also very tired. He didn't have the strength to look angry. Instead, he looked down and a single tear dropped from each eye.
"Sawyer. I'm so sorry."his dad said softly but, awyer didn' listen. Instead, he fell back on his side,facing away from everyone. Feeling completely dead to the world. She hurt him so bad. So, so bad. But, he still loved her, he still hoped that she would come back.
And, with that, Sawyer fell into a very deep hole, one that he couldn't climb out of. He let the anger build inside him, never showing it. Never letting it out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Nathen, Mummy and Daddy, Evean, Syra, Andre, Roxxy/Cris
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 2, 2009 14:51:52 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Running from the sectioning room, dressed in intimate-wear earns one whistles and even more stares. Crisanta was no exception. And, yes she could run quite fast even though she had on 4 inch stilettos. However, Devon, her legal husband, was faster (no heels). She was almost to her room when he caught up to her and grabbed her around around her waist, in front of everyone. He spun her around to face him, his face hot with embarrassment and anger. His voice was normal in volume, but it was edged. "Crisanta! I'm sorry about what's happened, but there is absolutely no need to-" He was cut off as Cris's face flushed a violent crimson color, a vein throbbing in her temple.
Her blue eyes were flashed wildly as she stared him down; they were mere slits as she spoke in a dangerously low voice, "Devon. Get your hands off of me. If you ever, ever, EVER touch me again, I'll-" her voice had risen to where she was yelling at him. Agents and office workers alike were staring at the couple with agape mouths. It was the epitome of embarrassing. So, Devon stopped her by scooping her up effortlessly and threw her over his shoulder. That's when the violence started. Oh my, how she HATED him!!! Luckily for him, he was by the door, so he slipped through it rapidly, as Cris's blood-curdling screams of rage increased in strength and volume and her punches and kicks became more extravagant.
Fluidly, he whipped around and closed the door, the sliding portal shutting everyone off from the screaming woman and her very, very upset husband. Once inside, he flung her onto the bed and straddled her, pinning her down. Had it been some other man, Crisanta would've killed him by now...but here, she was dealing with a man of her own training and experience, who was incredibly strong. His legs squeezed together, his thigh muscles hardening to restrain all of Cris's hip movements. His arms were stretched out to pin his darling wife's wrists. She was angry; tears of frustration and anger streaming from her eyes, complexion red, blue eyes bright with venom and fury, and a glare full of hatred meant for him and him alone.
His face was an inch from hers, his brown eyes also slitted and full of rage. "I have done absolutely nothing to you! Nothing! And you have already managed to embarrass me in front of my colleagues, friends, my boss, and what on earth have I done to deserve that, Cris?! Nothing! I don't understand why you hate me either! What have I done?! To you?!" Cris looked at him, more tears running down her eyes. She hissed, "You agreed to G. You agreed to marry me!" Her tones were pure bitterness and sorrow. Devon sighed and then laughed mockingly, "What?! You think I had a choice?! YOU KNOW G! I HAD NO CHOICE!!!" He yelled in her face.
Cris deflated of all anger. She knew the old woman. She ran everything and got her orders directly from the Secretary of Defense, and thus, the president. No one, but those two people could override her orders. She admitted to herself she was being unreasonable. She would've never acted like this if she hadn't an attraction... The thought made her flinched away from Devon, who was still hovering above her intimidatingly. Her face, which had been red, now paled white. That's the reason she was acting the way she was. It was because she had an attraction to Devon, her partner in the Lozano case, and she was trying vigorously to fight what was natural. Sometimes, in life, one has chemistry with another, even though their heart and soul truly belonged to the person they loved. Unless, that mentioned person acted upon what they felt, it was just what it was: chemistry.
A shocking revelation. One that made Crisanta look away from Devon and close her eyes tightly. Devon's brown eyes lingered at her face. He sighed, tiredly now, and withdrew his hands from her wrist. His thighs loosened up and now, he was just on her, his hands on either side of her. Gently, he hand went to her cheek. "Please tell me...What's wrong?" Reluctantly, Crisanta met his gaze head on to find that he was even closer to her. Her skin felt pleasantly hot where he'd touched her. She obstinately ignored it. But his eyes were like milk chocolate and they held concern. Tender concern. It was like he was honestly trying to be her husband. Crisanta was still Roxxy, and Roxxy loved Sawyer with everything she had. That meant Crisanta could not be his wife in the matter of actions and emotions. "I'm in love with a man who I might possibly never see again. And that's the man I want to be my husband one day, when all this is done with."
He looked hurt. That's the first thing she noticed. But then his expression became emotionless. "Alright...I understand now." And with that, he was off of her and beside the bed, standing over her. He looked at her and sighed, that hurt look coming over his face and then vanishing, like it had never been there. "I'm sorry, Cris. I'll be sure to just stay your partner." Without waiting for an answer, he left the room. Long after he left the room, Cris was still staring at the door, hoping that he might come back so she could apologize. But she knew he wouldn't. After what seemed like hours, she got up and took off the clothes she had been wearing and then put on some blue jeans and a t-shirt.
Heading out the door, she was met by an unhappy G. "You had to do it didn't you? You had to tell him about Sawyer?" She never bothered to ask about Sawyer. Crisanta knew that OSI branch knew everything. Running a hand through her thick black-brown hair, Cris sighed and said to G, "If you know about Sawyer, then you know I would've been around four months pregnant with his baby by now and therefore, on maternity leave, had not Dimitri been born." Leaving G, she jogged down the hallway and to her training. And she could feel Sawyer, somewhere far away, hurting badly. And yet, she could not go to him and comfort him.
Leelyn watched them eat, not really feeling like talking. She had too much on her mind. When Alex came down, she offered him a smile. As the family ate, she watched Nathen wake up at the smell of food. Brown eyes gazed at the two boys. They were twins; that was easy to tell. Sawyer wolfed his down and she watched him go to the kitchen. No! She was gonna do the dishes! She wanted to get up and stop him, but something made her stop. She sighed and sat down, finishing up her pancakes. When everyone was done, she went to the sink and began washing dishes with Nathen. "Good mornin', Nate." She grinned at him. "By the looks of it, you slept good." Gazing at Sawyer's healthier looking duplicate, she was about to say something when there was a loud buzzing.
Her head snapped towards the sound and she heard someone to tell Alex to get on Facebook. She didn't like the sound of their voices, afterward. But none, the less, she went back to her duties. She never left the house, even when the dishes were done. She hung around on the couch or helping whenever she could. (Life with Leelyn is never boring or awkward.) And then Sawyer woke up. Leelyn was in the room when Dimonte told Sawyer what happened. The blonde's first reaction was anger. She didn't question Roxxy, but...she would question G. When Sawyer laid down, Leelyn's eyes were sad and angry and sharp. Her voice carried all those emotions. "Sawyer...it's not her fault. By the sound of it, it was done against her will; you know she still loves you.
"But what G wants...G gets... G probably is trying to find someway to lure Dimitri in. That's been her plan this whole time. What psuedonym is Roxxy under now? Read me the article." Leelyn was struggling to try to explain to the Contaros and O'Heirs just how...dangerous this game was. Agents had little to no say in how they were operated. In fact, did one ever wonder how they came up with these names? If they ran short on time of making up a new identity, they would just take in the civilian needed and kill them, replacing the late person with one of the government's own. It was cruel, but then again...it was the government. They could do it, if they so wished. It's not like anyone knew about it anyways.
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Post by Desert on Oct 2, 2009 20:21:57 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was all part of human nature. He was lovesick, his heart torn out of his chest. Still havig the love from his family. Yet, one was really missing. He lay there, completely still. Listening to Leelyn. He closed his eyes, without turning around he spoke softly"I know, Leelyn. But, it still hurts. I hurts really bad." his voice trailed away, he remained awake, waiting for any decent information.
Alex read the article, something about Hollywood's newest "Happily married couple" About this new actor named Devon. A man now on Sawyer's kill list.
Dimitri
Devon
Simon Cowell
Some guy from down the street
First grade teacher
Oh, yay! That list was growing. Sawyer wasn't one to hate, of course a lot of people loved to hate Sawyer! Alex finished reading with a sigh "Hey, look at her eyes in these pictures. They look lifeless. HAH! She must hate this guy." he chuckled. Sawyer snorted "Well that makes two of us." he mumbled unhappily, eyes narrowed, even though he was still facing away from everyone else. He felt something big hop up beside him, a wet nose returning to his ear. Sparks licked his cheek and whined. Why was his master so angry?
A weak hand reached back to stroke the fluffyness of the animal beside him. Mum touched Sawyer's shoulder and sighed. "Mum, have you known anything about this, and what's been going on?" he asked, his mother had some useful information, sometimes...She sighed again "I'm not part of the Lozano case, sweetheart. Besides, what much can the Airforce do?" she kissed his cheek "Sawyer, you know that I'd tell you anything that needed to be told."
What could the Airforce do? His mum was a big part in the military. She had her secrets. When she was out of the house, she was out doing something dangerous. With a sigh, another thought came to his head. Why couldn't they live at least a week like normal people? He had mutated genes in his eyes, his father was the doctor of the century, and still so young for his success. And how many guys could say that their mum flew fighter planes? Not many.
Alex was silent the whole time. All he knew was that he was a wanted man that couldn't get caught, and that Leelyn and Roxxy were part of the whole thing. Luckily they weren't on his case and, for now he was safe. Sparks lay down beside Sawyer and eaved a big doggy groan.
Dad was silent, also. Seeming lost in his thoughts. The whole place was silent. Sawyer, as sick and tired as he was, soon fell back into nothingness, his heart heavy and hurt.
Alex stared at the article for a moment longer until he went to his usual business. He searched himself. Many different articles and records popped up onto the screen on the O'Heir case. On Youtube there was a video of a recent interveiw with his parents.
The couple stood there hand in hand, speaking lies to the camera. He had his headphones on not wanting to disturb Sawyer. A dark smile on his face "What lying bastards. Sometimes it makes me proud to call them my parents." he whispered, mostly to himself. They talked about how he was "planning" to kill his sister and, how he accomplised it and blamed it on some "gang" that didn't exist. Well, didn't exist anymore.
It showed a clip of the last time Alex was spotted. About six months ago in Virginia, he was riding a running Storm. And, since he decided to be nice and let the hunt for him begin again, he left Pain at the ranch. He was running his horse hard, then. Being stupid he blased the camera from the chopper to bits. THAT'S how good of an aim Alex had. Don't screw with him unless you want a bullet through your head.
Ok, now that he heard his parents recent lies about him, he logged onto Yahoo. The article about Roxxy and her "husband" was there, and then one on Alex. The FBI were out searching in New Jersey, Alex being known to move north, then south. It was all a wild goosechase. A game! One that Alex was still winning.
Dimonte looked over his shoulder "You're a very bad person, Alex. I lke that about you." he chuckled. Alex lifted a brow "You do?" The doctor was laughing quietly now "Yeah, you got guts kid! Just don't kill anymore." he said seriously with a hand on Alex's shoulder "Ok doc. What ever you say." he chuckled.
Yeah, in a way he did think of Dr. C as a second father. He cared about him. Somthing his own father failed to do. Dimonte Contaro was the one who seemed to fill that slot, same with Maysa. He knew these people would protect him, no matter what.
He looked to Leelyn and gave her a smile. Sawyer was passed out, but he was still shivering. Cinging to his dog for dear life. Bean padded in and sat down on the floor beside Alex. The Dalmation's tail wagged happily as Alex scratched his head.
Nathen wa out, hopefully rounding up Storm. If he could find the Arabian. Being sure he wasn't put in his stall last night. Alex just prayed that Black was still drugged. Dimonte got everything he needed from the vet after they got Sawyer home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Uhhhh...People
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 2, 2009 22:52:04 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Two months. Two months since Roxxy left with Dimitri in tow. Two months since the last murder had been committed. One month since Roxxy became Crisanta Marie del Monte, who married American actor Devon Hampton. Time passed painfully for Cris, who never stopped training, even though she had shows to be interviewed in, like the David Letterman Show, or the Tyra Show. Or having a guest appearence in America's Next Top Model. She was becoming nationally known, rapidly. There was hardly a channel that didn't have a commericial about her in it. Her and her husband were the object of most things celebrity-wise. Cris hated it, but she hid it behind a smile.
There were other things she hated. She was finding she liked Devon's calm, powerful presence and she found, to her immediate dislike, that she fit nicely to his side and her lips were shaped nicely for his and that he could kiss. It was the tempter for her character. Cris had a strong character, but she was constantly unhappy, constantly being happy. Devon was a perpetual reminder that he too felt chemistry with her. Yet, he distanced himself from her when they weren't in the eye of the public. It was hard for her as it was for him. But besides that, Dimitri had been sited not too far from her home. And he didn't have the army like he used to. He had only his three most trusted bodyguards, henchment with him. When his father was killed, he took a lot of everything with him, the drugs, the money.
All Dimitri was running on was the small fortune left to him by his late father, the Senior Lozano. No money meant no hitmen. No hitmen meant an easier target. Still, Dimitri himself was going to be Hell to kill, to destroy. But Devon was with her constantly, which meant that OSI agents and G herself were not that far away. It would be suicide and Dimitri was not naive enough to do that.
Crisanta was lavishly dressed, coming from a premiere, with Devon on her arm when something very anger-making happened. Crisanta may not have given him a verbose explanation of her feelings, but that wasn't really needed. However, they were still friends. They had to be or else there would be no teamwork and no teamwork would get them killed. She was in front of the gates to her house when Devon stopped her and looked at her, looked around, and then looked back at her. Under the streetlights, her blue eyes were shining and bright and the blue topaz in her ears and neck shone to match the colors of her eyes. She literally took his breath away. "What? You act like you've never seen gorgeous before!" Even though her words were teasing, her tone was had hints of suspicion.
Devon looked down at her and he closed the distance between them, Cris becoming more and more disapproving. "No...Everytime I look at you, I see beautiful. The very definition of it." Crisanta tried to pull away, but his arms went around her. "No. No, you don't. You shouldn't." Devon held her closer and she put her hands on his chest and tried to pull away, but his grip on her tightened. Her chin tilted up to look at him, her long black-brown hair falling down her hair in a straight waterfall of satin-smooth tresses. "And why not?! You're my wife and Cris, the way I feel." Crisanta's gaze sharpened and she began to push away harder.
Her most private of places was touching his genetalia and she knew exactly what he was feeling. "Let me go. Let me go now, or I'll scream." Her voice had gone hoarse as she struggled against his increasing grip on her body. "No." His voice was husky and deeper than normal. Crisanta took in a deep breath and she had a half a second of her shrillest scream before his lips came down to hers, her elbows having to collapse so she was crushed against his chest. She loved the kiss. It fulfilled the attraction that was there, but it wasn't Sawyer. They didn't have the same feel. They weren't his. And his were all that mattered. Having this go over her mind, she was literally milliseconds from pulling away when papparazzi was snapping pictures of the "steamy" kiss.
Angry, Cris rapidly ran from a surprised Devon's arms into the iron gates of her mansion. That night, she tried to get G to keep the papers from running the next day, because she, sure enough, would be front page news. But G said no. G always said no. So, the next day, the butler went to get the newspaper and her face paled then went to an angry red when she saw the picture of her "nestled" in Devon's "warm arms". And not only was it in the paper of the local area, it was all over the news. So as not to put it gently, there was a lot of screaming and knife-throwing in that house that day. She had to get out and she had to get out soon.
The blonde was out and about with Venus and Archangel, having the two mares on lead ropes and going down the open meadows so that they could pluck at the dying shoots of grass. Autumn was in season and Kentucky was losing its bluegrass. Venus was swollen and Archangel was even more so, even though she was actually due a month later than the black mare. It was a peaceful afternoon, the day mildly warm. And then the rumbling started. It was a low, monotonous going-on, and then all of a sudden, it became louder. Venus and Archangel suddenly were at high attention their eyes bright. Leelyn knew what was going on. And before she saw them, she heard him. His clarion call, sounding louder and stronger than it had been in a while. The onyx and buckskin mare quivered in anticipation, Venus answering with her own loud whinny.
And then a multi-colored river of horses boiled from the forest, a massive black stallion in their lead. He had been roaming around Kentucky and had decided to come back to Shady Lane in hopes that Roxxy would appear. But it seemed now, he had a mission. It was breath-taking, only only Black, but all the mares and colts and geldings and young stallions. And at Black's side was Melody. Though, the palomino he had collected in his journey not more than two months ago, ran not far behind. She had the slightest of swells on her lean Thoroughbred hybrid figure. Leelyn had the goofiest grin on her face. She always did because she had that little-girl wonder for horses and a passion a mile wide for them, too. All the Holis's did.
She had no idea where they were going though, but it was obvious, Black did. She watched in delight as after a few moments, the vast herd of over a hundred equines flooded the forests on the other side of the ranch, the droning of the familiar thunder still ringing in her ears and the ground still moving underneath her feet. "I wonder..." She would of never guessed where Black was taking them in a million years.
The obsidian stud was running high and proud, his usual fury and defiance back in place. His ribs were much better and thus, he was able to run his fastest, though he couldn't exactly do that because then his herd would be miles behind him. He whinnied at the beautiful palomino paint at his side, a warm sound. She responded like-wise. The thundering could be heard all over Shady Lane. He knew where he was heading. He could smell him. It took several minutes, but going the speed they were, that was an accomplisment. In less than half an hour, then were pouring into the backyard of the Contaro-O'Heir mansion. And there, he stopped. The horses were rather confused. They knew their leader despised humans of all sorts and genders. But here, he was, on the back doorstep of a human dwelling, literally.
But they trusted him. The tall stallion had lead them for two months, for some less than that, and had gone undefeated in all battles. No, they had no doubts about his intentions. And now, Black, was staring down what he knew was a door. His eyes seemed to be winning the stare-down. (If one looked closely, they could see the door shiver.) And suddenly, he tossed back his head and whistled. He was looking for him. Him being Sawyer.
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Post by Desert on Oct 3, 2009 13:58:15 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A month is still a month but, for Sawyer it was more like years have passed. He had fallen into deep depression. He was so angry but he still didn’t let it out. Constant pain ran his life, the virus still at war with his body. He stayed at home, always tired and weak. Mum had to leave on some Military thing that she refused to talk about. Dad stayed to care for his son.
He wished for Evean, but she was out in the middle of the US with Andre and Syra. They knew that sawyer was fine, but they also knew that Frost was going to come to Shady Lane. They were taking Breeze back to Nevada. And, crossing the country on horseback was quite a journey. And with a foal in tow it didn't make the whole thing easier.
Sawyer tired to do something every day. He never went out much. He rode a horse at least once a week, that wasn't enough. The cold fall air making him stiff and grumpy. At home he paid the bills, cleaned the house or just lay on the couch listening to the news. No matter what channel he found himself at, he always heard her name Crisanta. He got to hear her voice. It was accented, but it was her voice. Also, he heard and memorized the voice of Devon Hampton. Every time he heard that deep voice, venom showed in Sawyer's eyes. Even as he slept.
Sometimes he felt like he could wrestle a lion, other times he felt like he got hit by a truck. Today was one of those days. His bones felt like mush, along with his head while he suffered through another crazy coughing fit. Physically he looked healthier. His cheeks were a little flushed as the fever burned. The cuts on his chest were mostly healed. Besides the three across his ribs. Those were there for life. Leaving rugged white lines, baby soft skin lying there. His skin was tender to the touch.
It was one of those rare days when he was home alone. Alex and Nathen were out riding. And Dad finally gave into the hospital's pleads and got a part time job there. It was already on the news that the legendary doctor was working at the hospital in the quiet town of Shady Lane. The news of Sawyer's illness also spread across the town. Sawyer Contaro, usually confident and healthy was suffering so much.
He lay on the couch, a pillow over his head. The T.V being on and the sound quiet. But as soon as news spread about his Roxxy, kissing Devon. He buried his head into the pillow and screamed. Then and there. Just to relieve some of the tension building up. He was hurting so bad! What if she was really falling in love with this guy, making Sawyer seem like a memory? Maybe it was for the best. He was blind, someone who could see could tell her truly how beautiful she was, but. They had no idea who this woman really was. No one could love her like Sawyer!
Trembling, he just lay there. Back in that pit of nothingness. He just lay there. Pale and scarred. Lovesickness taking over. Until that whistle pierced through his eardrums. Lifting his head, he knew who was here. But, he didn't know why.
He heard the sound of many horses. The band of horses had come back to Shady Lane. That meant. Black had survived! He stood up, wrapping a scarf around his neck and putting on a sweatshirt he walked out back. Just to be met with cold air, making him shiver uncomfortably. He did have a small smile on his face as he approached the stallion. He'd have to thank his father later.
Reaching out, pale fingers touched the toned shoulder under silk smooth coat. He gently touched the ribs. They felt so much better, almost as if nothing had happened. Honestly, Sawyer had missed the company of Hell, h was always worrying about him. Hoping that he stayed in Kentucky. Which he did!
He felt the palomino mare lose by, also Melody was there, too. He lft Black for a moment to stroke both mares. Mostly Melody. His hands trailing down the mares' necks. He was lucky that these horses were used to him. Even on two legs instead of four. Storm returned to Alex. Sawyer told Alex clearly that he needed to race the black Arabian. Even against Thoroughbreds, and that's exactly what he did. Sawyer was training Alex how to be a good jockey and, when he was outside. He trained Storm how to behave at the track, and not to panic in the gates.
He smiled, his hands on Black's shoulder once more. Feeling somewhat warm for the first time in a month.
Storm galloped hard around the arena. Alex practicing his form. Sawyer said to let him run around the arena. They had to get the running part in before they got onto the track.Alex's arms moved with the head of his mount. Storm just kept going aroun and around and around. As told, Alex kept his head down. The Arabian's tail held high as he kept going around and around.
Sawyer was awesome for sure. Alex didn't know how he knew how to be a good jockey, he knew Sawyer was a very good horse trainer, and Storm was making progress. He listened more to Alex's commands He stopped when told. He was even able to jump again but, of course his first race was in a few days. It was for all Arabians. Twice around the track. Two miles. For Storm, it was like taking a walk on the beach.
That's when he saw Leelyn pass. He pulled back on the reins. Slowing Storm into a canter, they cantered toward the fence, Alex praying that Storm would listen. And he did.
The soared over the arena's low fence. Who needed a gate anyway. He was using a racing saddle and it was uncomfortable to jump. His kneeswere basicly pulled up against his waist. It had some getting used to. He trotted the proud black stud up beside Leelyn. Storm's tail still held high. Alex laughed "What!? You pass and you don't even say hi?" he faked a frown before a smile. He could still hear the many horses in Black's herd. Storm was indeed part of it but, for once. He didn't bolt. He mostly ignored the river just letting ot a happy whinny.
It seemed like the first time this ever happened but, Storm was walking! Not running! Sawyer was now, in his book, the god of horse trainers. He smiled at the thought. The last month had been peaceful for Alex. Dr. Contaro had given up his champion stallion, Too Cool For School and gave the stud to Alex. The Irish Sport horse was a good ride. He listened, too.
The Arab's beautifuly dished head lifted and let out another happy whinny. There was a hic-cuping sound in response. Nathen had taken a liking to Kenya. The zorse seemed pleased to finally be free of the horsebox. The zorse and rider were lunging in the round pen. Nathen giving a wave before returning his attention to the hybrid gelding. Everyone was happy. Except for Sawyer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Homo Sapiens! Grrrrr!
Word Count ~' Word count
Muse ~It's there...Kinda
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 3, 2009 20:07:28 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Black heard him with those hypersensitive ears of his. And then he was opening the door, out of it, and closing it. Sawyer was coming to him! He gave a whinny of recognition. It was warm, as if he was greeting an old friend. Those burning eyes followed the blind man wherever he went, and then he felt the pleasant sensation of Sawyer's gentle, light hands running along his toned body onto the place where his ribs had been broken and his lung filled with fluid. Everything was better, like nothing had ever happened. His gaze darkened, however, when Sawyer's hands went to stroke his mares. But seeing Melody's enjoyment and the palomino's delight in being petted by human, he stood for just watching the tall human.
He knew why he was here. Hell was here because he had to show his thanks to Sawyer somehow. And he was about to show him how. As the man came back to him, he whickered softly. His small muzzle went down to the top of his head and he whuffed hot air into his shaggy black hair. The swan neck bent so that he could nudge Sawyer further down his body to where he was standing directly in front of his back. Those eyes seemed to burn brighter than ever. He gave a small, encouraging nicker. It was deep and throaty. He wanted to show Sawyer what flying felt like.
Leelyn was walking Venus and Archangel by the track, her long blonde hair loose and coming down in soft, loose curls. She had Venus's lead rope in her left and Heaven's in her right. That's when she saw Alex out of the corner of her eye. She didn't even now he was there! She smiled at him and started to explain herself upon seeing his frown, but then his handsome face brightened into a smile. Giggling, Leelyn bit her bottom lip, her brown eyes growing bigger and shinier. "Well, hello stranger! You talk to me like you know me." At this, she burst into beautiful laughter and then approached Storm and Alex. "Hey, sweetie! Wha-What are you doing?"
She was curious now. She wanted to know what was going on. There was a racing saddle on Storm. Storm was incredibly fast, but was Alex truly considering racing him? "You wanna race him?" There was a silly grin on her fair face, the brown eyes consumed with excitement. Venus stepped forward to curiously sniff the taller black Arabian. She gave a friendly whicker and then started to sniff at the dirt track. She'd never been here before! Heaven was looking around as well. She didn't feel like moving. That much was easy to tell. She was even bigger than Venus and Venus was due before her! And being larger around the belly than Venus was saying something. The buckskin gave her own greeting with a very loud whinny.
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Post by Desert on Oct 3, 2009 21:36:21 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He understood Black's message clearly. He did want to ride him! But, he didn't know if he had the strength to hold on, let alone deal with the cold air. And, if his father came home early and saw that Sawyer was missing....Aww screw that! He was an adult. With a smile, he took a handful of long black mane. His other hand on Black's loin.
Somehow he'd heave his weak, groaning body onto the horse. Luckily, he made it on the first try. His legs spread to straddle the lean barrel. Hands in mane. Months ago, he would've thought that even he couldn't ride this horse. Now, here he was. Sitting on his back, without him trying to throw. Just there, ready to run. Weak muscles did their best to hold on tight.
Storm reached out and sniffed Leelyn's blond hair. Curious of this woman. He'd seen her before but, never this close. Was this Alex's mare? Yes! She must be. And, by the scent of the two pregnant mares. They belonged to Black. Storm didn't "like" the stallion. He respected him, though. Sawyer scolded him hard when he got in Black's way.
He nickered to the mares, head held high. Acting like he was the king of the world. Still, here at the track. Thoroughbreds were the ruleing breed. There were only three Arabians here. They never ran against the "true" racers. The horses he was prepared to run against.
There were a group of jockeys, led by hall of famer and Derby winner, Ira Willows, that seemed interested in this new horse. Still, they had their fun and teased the newest member of the racing world. Something about how Arabians could never win in a race against their champion Thoroughbreds. Sawyer seemed comfident in Storm and Alex and well, the blind man was like one of the best horse trainers in Shady Lane, maybe heven the whole country. Being blind maybe had something to do with it.
Alex looked over at the six tiny guys and girls. Inches smaller than him, watching him. Their leader and the jerk of the century laughing and making jokes abut the black Arab. Something about Alex was too tall. Yes, Alex was tall. Five feet nine but, he was as light as any of these midgets that rode here.
Touching London, a bay racing champion whinnied at Storm who gave back a call of his own. That was Alex's goal. He wanted to race against that mare. A match race. And, if Alex was going to be a good racer well, he had to take risks right?
It was like the match race between Seabuiscut and War Admirl. Alex glared at Ira who glared right back. His pack bursting into laughter at some unknown joke. Alex was out of hearing range. He grunted angrily but soon all his attention turned back to Leelyn, able to hear what she was saying. "Yeah, uhhh. It was Sawyer's idea and well. It actually makes sense, don't you think?" he smiled. Sawyer was always coming up with crazy ideas.
"Can't go back now. My first race is in three days." an even wider smile spread across his features. And, if there's something that Alexander O'Heir was good at...It was running away from other people. So this race already had a winner! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 9, 2009 19:47:28 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ The tall obsidian brute waited for Sawyer to gather his aching muscles together. As it were, he was ready to be off. He only had so much patience, and also, he had an anxiety of sorts. Roxanna was the only human he had ever allowed on his back. This, to have someone so much heavier than his mistress, was disturbing to him. However, he did manage to calm himself. Slightly. As he felt the man mount him, his muscles responded accordingly. They tensed and bunched. Animals have an uncanny ability to pick up on ailments. Black knew that Sawyer was weak. So, he didn't bolt off immediately as he had wanted to. Instead, he half-reared and let out a silence-shattering whistle.
He had the attention of every horse in his herd. They were all silently awaiting his orders. Coming down back to earth, the black stallion's giant, hard muscles pulled together effortlessly as he went from a stand-still into a slow canter, which in turn rapidly built into a fast gallop. His lead changes were smooth and so was his rapid gait. For a stallion so green, it was bliss and a miracle. The strides lengthened to impossible measurements, but the massive stallion still was gaining speed. The rise and fall of his hooves were coming faster and faster until, the herd that was trying so hard to follow their leader fell behind further and further. And soon, it did feel like he was flying. His strides were as long as they could possibly be and this was his fastest speed. His long mane and tail were whipping in the wind and his neck was stretched out.
The herd was almost a mile behind them by now and Black let loose a whinny of pure ecstasy. The horse loved to run and it was when he was running when he was in complete happiness. The Arabian crossbreed wasn't tiring anytime soon, either! He could go on his maximum speed for many more miles. His heart beat fast and excited, his lungs taking in air and then expelling it as carbon dioxide. Yes, this was one of the best times in his life. Here, while he was flying, he had no problems, no worries, no sadness. He was free.
Leelyn nodded happily. "Yes! I am an Arabian lover and I love watchin' them race. They are the real racehorse in my opinion. Like it took breeding the Arabians to make the Thoroughbred." At this, she threw those scorning Storm and Alex a dark look. Her blonde locks swished around her shoulders as she turned back to gaze at her boyfriend fondly. "Really?! That's GREAT!" She burst into laughter at her own enthusiasm. Venus and Archangel caught her happy vibes and began to prance around excitedly. "Well, anything I can help with, baby?" Waiting for an answer, she pulled both her mares' heads to her cheeks to sandwich her face in between them, her hands on their silky-smooth cheeks.
"I love you guys..." She had a random burst of affection. It happened everynow and then. She gave both her mares a sweet kiss on the cheek and in return, they lipped at her hair and nudged her gently. She giggled and then turned those shining chocolate brown eyes on Alex. She said softly, "You look nice...sittin' up there on meh Storm-babeh. I'm proud of you." And sure enough, there was pride in her mocha hued optics. She gave him a white smile and winked at him. "So, who's this race for? What's the criteria for the entrees?"
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Post by Desert on Oct 9, 2009 21:53:45 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A slow heartbeat sped up as the horse began to move. Faster and faster. Sawyer's grip becoming tighter by each faster gait. Their speed taking his breath away but, did that really matter? Not really. For the first time this last month, he felt...Healthy, troubleless. Like the virus was gone. A smile crossed his lips. Like Black, Sawyer could stay here forever. Hearing the band fall further and further behind. The wind whipping Sawyer's cheeks, making them sting. He shivered atop the black stallion, but he stayed. Completely careless. A moment of freedom.
Another wide smile placed itself on his lips at the dark look she gave Willows. Not that the jockey wasn't used to that. He was crowded by racing fans every six minutes and he said something negitive to every one of them. Walking away with unhappy looks following him. Alex snickered, when he got to race Ira. It was going to be a thrill, for sure. His mare was lose to unbeatable, the pair were amazing racers. He had to give them that. The arabian whinnied at two people with their Arabians. Those two people were the ones Alex was racing against. They respected Alex, understanding Ira's scrutinizing eyes that seemed to follow them everywhere.
They nodded to each other, the two other jockeys were becoming quick friends with Alex but, as usual, the boy kept his guard. Still not quite trustig the two women. Yes, women. Alex was, so far, the only male Arabian racer. Out of all three of them. Everyone at the tack was always jokin about how they were going to reenact that scene from "The Black Stallion" It was funny Alec's real name was Alexander. Rode a black Aabian "the mystery horse" that wanted to run.
Oh the irony. Some people even called Storm Shetan at times. Getting a good laugh. That's why Storm was the favourite in the race already. His stallion was friends with EVERYBODY, besides Ira and his group. Alex was still...out there.
"I can't think of anything besides motivating me...Which you're doing a good job at." he smiled and winked. Another whinny arupted from Storm. Beside them, two children, maybe around ten were racing their horses, laughing the whole time, teasing eachother. One of the reasons why Alex loved the racetrack. Everyonewas always so happy, always laughing and having a good time. All loving to do the same thing. Forgetting their fears and tortured past. Still, Alex could not forget what he had done to all those people.
Even those with families. All to make a few extra bucks and make something out of his life.He looked at the kids riding away around the far turn, and down the homestretch. He heard her last question and focused on Storm's ears. "Hmmmm, well...Only Arabians are allowd to run it. Two miles, and I'm not sure what we get out of it." he gave her a lopsided grin. Sawyer was the one with ll the details...Of course. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' I SEE DEAD PEOPLE!
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 10, 2009 11:14:33 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Black hadn't the foggiest idea where he wanted to go until he smelled horses nearby. Still speeding through the forest, he swiftly changed his course of direction without a single loss of speed. The crossbreed moved with surprising agility for a horse of his size. He was heading towards the racetrack and behind him, came a herd of over 100 horses of various breeds and genders. Black's course of action took him shooting through the large trees and into the pastureland of one of shady lane's farmers. The open land was the home of several head of cattle...who were extremely surprised to see a horse taller than them jump the barbwire fence and come racing into their meadow.
The bull gave an angry bellow of surprise. Black gave his own retort. The message was heard and followed as the cattle quickly dispersed. The heady black stallion never slacked in his speed as he zoomed through the cleared path, several cows giving snorts of stark surprise. A few seconds after clearing the bovine herd, Black gave a whinny. It had a warning note to it. The fence he had jumped coming from the forest had only been a little over 3 feet. It had been effortless on his part. But this coming fence was over 5 feet. The fire in his eyes burned brightly and the hesitation in his steps dissolved. Arching his neck, he slowed and gaged his gait. His large muscles bunched and he flew upwards. He landed on the other side with feet to spare. Black screamed in victory.
He gave his head a toss, his steps slowing. But then, he sped up again, his strides lengthening. Just a half a mile more to go.... in his eagerness, his neck once again extended and the distance was consumed. He had long left the herd behind, or so one would think, but as he came onto the Shady Lane Ranch property, one could hear the thundering of hooves again. As he neared the racetrack, the hooves were coming from a totally different direction. The horses were coming from the streets! The couldn't jump, so they had backtracked and went through Shady Lane. It was easy to tell because the horse-loving town people were staring in awe of the multi-colored wave. Cars had stopped totally and people were out of their cars, recording the magical scene. Or some were just open-mouthed in wonder. And there was the occasional hooping and hollering. Kentuckians.
They were still behind Black, but Black was slowing because he was coming to his destination. His strides shortened as he came to the open gates at the racetrack.
Leelyn offered Alex a sly smile. "I hope I, uh, help with your motivation!" She shook her head. "Well, I'll be! That's going to be an interesting race. I'm all excited now." She took a moment to look at the two women, even shorter than she was, on the two beautiful arabians. Leelyn gave them a friendly wave and a warm smile. Leelyn was Leelyn. She was friends with just about everybody...even if they didn't quite know it yet. She turned back to Alex and ask what Storm's breezing time was, but suddenly, Venus's and Archangel's heads shot up and both released a whinny that just about burst Leelyn's ear drums, especially with her being sandwiched between them. She reprimanded them angrily while rubbing her now sore ears. "Yanno, you guys coulda at least warned me-" Her eyes which had been tightly shut opened and focused on the growing sound of hoofbeats. She could even see him now, the massive black stallion coming towards them. But her mouth actually dropped and stayed that way as she analyzed the picture again. And again. And then again.
"Oh. My. God. How. In the. World. Did he. Do that.  !!!!" Sawyer was on Hell's back. That...shouldn't have even been possible. Sawyer + Black=WRONGNESS. Actually, it properly goes: Any human alive except Roxxy + Black=The worst possible way to die. Leelyn knew this very well, but how. Did he....? Leelyn's thought patterns went totally blank. Her expressive face showed it. But then, the thundering of hooves made her head snap towards the long dirt road of the ranch. The herd was coming in from the town! The horses made a beautiful river as the streamed in from the streets. The palomino Thoroughbred neck and neck with Melody, who was trying her best to keep up with the other mare"s Thoroughbred genes. As Black came closer and closer, Leelyn was awe-struck. Black was just a friggin' black blur against the Kentucky blue grass. In fact, it seemed Sawyer was barely distinguishable amidst all the blackness and the long mane.
But she was noticing that Hell was coming right towards the track, towards her mares, herself, Storm, and Alex. People at the track and all over the ranch had stopped what they were doing to watch the colorful display of horsepower. Roxxy would be proud of Sawyer and of Black. Perhaps... She let her thoughts trail off as Black came into a slow canter, slowing into a trot. Black was barely blowing, if at all. The run had been good for him. As he took a prideful step onto the track, he gave a voluminous scream to his vast herd. On command, the two lead mares began to slow dramatically, all the other equines in tow doing the same. They quickly came to a stop just outside of the paddocks, in the open meadows. Melody was blowing hard, as was the pregnant Thoroughbred crossbreed. Leelyn actually started to function again.
"Sawyer!!! What were you thinking?! What if Black killed you?! He's smart enough to plot to do it!" As it were, horses across the track and near the perimeter of the great stag were quelling in fear. Black was had the aura of a warrior. He could kill anything he wished and it was only a matter of time before he chose to do it. He had words like "dangerous", "deadly", or "come a lil' closer and see what happens," all over his body. His eyes sparked as he looked at Storm and his mares. He gave a throaty whicker of acknowledgement to Storm. He remembered him. His large burning eyes turned towards the buckskin and the ebony mares. He took steps toward them, Leelyn instinctively stepping away. Black had no regards. He didn't like any humans...except for two people now: Sawyer and Roxanna. He made that clear as he bared his teeth at Leelyn, who crushed herself into Storm's side.
"I hate Black. I swear I do." She watched at the tall stallion affectionately prodded his two mares. Then, another caught his eye. He looked at Willows and his mare and suddenly rage went into his expression. He screamed at him, his muscles pulsing. Wow. Willows had another fan within three seconds. But this was a fanatic he didn't want. Black took a challenging step forward, his eyes lying flat. Venus and Heaven cowered away, worried for any retaliation that could possibly be handed to them. But then, he saw the two women on the other two Arabians. Black was getting very, very angry....very, very quickly. What a lovely way to gain adventure, right?
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Post by Desert on Oct 10, 2009 14:03:07 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sawyer long had map of Shady Lane in his head. He pictured where they were going and where they've been. The racetrack came up quickly. And so did Storm, as he had whinnied to Black. Sawyer felt slower, picking up Black's smooth gaits until he was at a stand-still. He chuckled when Leelyn spoke. "Leelyn, think about it. If he wanted to kill me he would've done it a month ago. Besides, he let me ride him." he said softly and faintly. His throat still numb.
He had gained the stud's trust, something he hadn't told Leelyn, or anyone for that matter. Alex pulled Strom up beside him. The smaller black stallion didn't try to bicker, he just stood there. "Sawyer, I now nominate you as the world's stupidest man! Congrats!" he snorted then pulled Storm away to the two other Arabians. Both mares. These were Storm's mare. He'd get the maessage to Black not to hurt them, claim them, or kill their riders.
That's when Sawyer heard a familiar whinny. He turned and narrowed his eyes. The devil jockey, Ira. Damnit!
Ira watched in awe at the many horses that streamed into the track. And with what. A no good rotton Contaro on the stallion's back. London whinnied at the stallion and took three brave steps forward. There was NO WAY that beast was going to get his mare. He grabbed his champion's leadrope and actually led her forward. He was going to talk to Sawyer while London hopefully distracted Black long enough.
The mare stretched out her long neck and nickered to the stud. She LOVED stallions! Ira stood beside her, looking under her neck and up at the tall man. "Sawyer Contaro....Haven't seen anyone in your family on the track for...ten years. How've ya been! Ready to loose once more. With that pathetic jockey of yours?" he burst into laughter his group of five laughing, too. Sawyer looked down at him with tired eyes. Ira knew he was sick. He didn't really care. "You're the looser here. Hiding who you really are from the whole racing world!?" Sawyer laughed, dismounting the stallion. Ira still having to look up to meet those cloudy eyes. "Why don't you tell everyone that you're not Mr. Touch guy. Just another jockey. No better than the rest of us." a snort from Sawyer then a laugh
Ira narrowed his eyes, yeah he was hiding his true self. In fact.He was proud of O'Heir to race his Arabian. He was working hard. Ira already wanted to race him. But, he wasn't going to admit that. "Your a sick liar Contaro. Your uncle deserved to die. Even more than the horse. Perhaps he came all the way from England to die. Speaking of which, you're the one hiding something. You have your father to thank for that."
Sawyer narrowed his eyes angrily. "My family has nothing to do with this! Racing accidents happen all the time. Look at your mother's head stone. Maybe you'll find out." That bastard! Ira growled "At least she won races!" he hissed. Sawyer's uncle was a decent jockey. "That's about to end." Sawyer whispered then laughed almost drakly. "So the family rivalry continues." Ira snickered and turned his back, pulling on London's leadrope. The bay took one last look at Black then reluctantly left with her rider.
Alex moved Storm away and back to Leelyn, dismounting he stepped in front of her. Listening to Sawyer and Ira bicker. Typical Contaro vs. Willows behaviour. Sawyer uncle was a famous jockey in England. He came to America for the Triple Crown. And right out of the gates. His horse went down, due to a misstep and a broken ankle. The horse going head over heels crushing the tiny Contaro man. They both died that day. It was a sad time in the never ending history of the Contaro family's horsemanship. Said to go back to the middle ages. Said by Sawyer who heard that from his dad's dad's dad's mum.
Sawyer's hand was placed gently on Black's shoulder. There was no reason to be angry here, right? Storm nickered quietly, still standing beside the two pregnant mares. Alex now beside Leelyn, biting his lower lip. Please, let Sawyer be in a good mood. The blind man took a step toward Alex and stood infront of him. "Get on the horse and run the two miles. Now." he grumbled. Alex sighed "Maybe I should.." he started "NOW!" Sawyer hissed. Alex scrambled onto Storm and moved him away already at a fast gallop.
They were going to train hard now. Ira had caught Sawyer in a bad mood and talking to him didn't make it any better. He heard Storm thunder off. "Alex! Wait up!" the two lady jockeys took off after him. Ira and his followers were no where to be found. Sawyer stepped back beside Black and touched his neck. It seemed that the only comfort Sawyer got was from Black.
They were both angry, appearently. Sawyer's dead eyes following everyone. They all took their horses and moved away. Sawyer kept his back to Leelyn. He wasn't about to tell her why he was pissed off. Even though she would guess it had something to do with Roxxy and her "husband". His hands apsentmindedly moved down the silken coat. Down his neck, shoulder, back. Just staring ahead at nothing.
"ARE WE FREAKIN' THERE YET!" Syra yowled unhappily. Evean sighed "We made it over the Rocky Mountains alive! We're now crossing into Utah. If we move at a jog we might get to Richfield by sunset. And stop complaining!"she growled. Andre raised an eyebrow "How do you know that? You don't even have a map. By the looks of it...WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!" he squeezed the leather reins and grinded his teeth together. Once again Evean sighed "I've been here before, I've made this journey before so...HAHA!"
Syra jogged Breeze up beside Khan and smiled "Will we get to see the Grand Canyon?" she asked. Andre laughed "That's in Arizona, Smartass!" he smiled. "I wasn't a good student like you nerds!" Evean actually chuckled, wiping sweat from her forehead. It was still hot here. Thank the lord. But, once they crossed into the oh so familiar state of Nevada. It was going to be COLD! The fun about living in a bowl. It was either too hot or too cold. And in the fall it was col in the morning, cold in the afternoon, kinda warm in the evening.
"You're calling me a good student? I had a D average! What about you Evean?" Andre looked up from Wolf who was trotting happily along. Being a Quarter horse he was happier here. Evean had to shave off all of Khan's feathering before they crossed the Rock Mountains. He was doing alright. Breeze was doing fine. Moving slow sometimes.
Evean thought about Sawyer. Her sick brother, demandng for Frost and Rockstar. Syra groaned "I've never been on a horse this long in my life! And what's wrong with this saddle?" she squirmed in the much larger western saddle. Andre smiled "It's called a western saddle. It's a style of riding where you don't have to sit up as tall!" Evean and Andre started laughing. Evean was still bareback. Her stallion chomped on the bit and snorted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Me too. -tries to count-
Word Count ~' A lot
Muse ~ Awesome!
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 14, 2009 21:17:15 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Perhaps it was because of the way he addressed his newest friendship or maybe because it was just Ira. Whatever the cause was, Black was seething. And it was easy to tell as the hideous pressure within his gargantuan body increased. The veins stood out prominently under the satin smooth skin and already hardened muscles bulged. As London, Ira's mare, approached him, the ears flicked towards her; that was the only sign that he knew of her presence. His burning eyes were flaming...and they were dead set on Ira. Leelyn saw this and immediately called for her horses, who were quick to respond. They could easily read the massive black stallion's body language and wanted no part of what was to come. Looking around as she grabbed her two mares' trailing leadropes, she found that the normal sounds of grunting, snorting, whinnying, nickering...the horses of Black's herd were silent. They were all looking at the muscular brute of a stag. Leelyn's brown eyes showed fear. She looked at Alex only to find he was gazing at Willows and Contaro.
"Black...please calm down." Her voice was but a whisper. She didn't need to raise her voice any louder than that; Black's hearing was very acute, always had been. He didn't even move his ears at the sound of her voice. He didn't understand the actual words coming from his mouth, but he full understood the tones that were coming from this impertinent little runt of a human stallion. It angered him. It was building inside of him. Black may have had a softer side for a human or two, but Black was still Black, more commonly known as Hell. There was a definite reason they called him that. The flaming auburn optics gazed in grim hatred and yet, amusement at Ira. The grim amusement coming from the thought of Ira's immolation.
As the only human stallion on friendly terms with him barked an obvious command for Alex to run, something inside Black snapped. As Storm raced away followed by the other two Arabian mares, Black let out an eerie scream of hatred. He suddenly found that he hated the feel of Sawyer's soothing touch on his skin; it repelled him beyond words or feelings could ever elicit. The horse was a ticking time bomb. Well, he didn't even have a time, because the giant crossbreed was totally unpredictable. It was like a land mine. It only took someone to rub him the wrong way only a slightest bit for him to go off, explode. Like now. But she was two seconds too late as she shrilly screamed in those singer's lungs of hers, "SAWYER!!! DON'T LET HIM GO!!!"
Black went from an absolute stand-still to a fast gallop, like a racehorse breaking from the starting gate. He was only a rapid-moving black blur across the track, his strides already lengthened and ground-eating. He took off after a racing Storm because by now, Ira was already on the other side of the track and the easiest way to get to him was passing Storm and the other Arabians. And that's what he was doing. The distance between him and the other horses was being consumed as he continued his own race. His ears caught the sounds of yells of encouragement by suddenly interested bystanders and Leelyn's frantic screams for someone to catch the furious animal.
Leelyn's already fair complexion went pale as she looked at Sawyer and said in a hoarse whisper, "He's going to kill Ira." She could only gaze helpless as Black reached the racing horses in a flat time. He passed the other Arabians and drew even with Storm, but he didn't even seem to see the smaller black Arabian there. In his eagerness to destroy the jockey, he didn't mainstay the same speed, he shot ahead and further down the track....only 1/4 of a mile to go. Ah, the game of seek and destroy... Run, Ira, run.
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Cris had just busted Vego DiMarcio, an Italian drug lord that had worked closely with Senor Lozano. They had arrested him and were sentencing him to the death penalty for all the accounts of murder and other miscellaneous criminal activity he had been doing for the past 30 years. She was clad in all black, from the shoulders down. She also "looked like shit" in G's opinion, which is who she had just came from as she traveled down the hall into her room. From the tight bun on her head, she unraveled her long hair which gladly cascaded down her back in black-brown waves, thick and shiny. She opened her door and then looked in to find her husband on the bed. At first, her heart started racing because she thought it was Sawyer. They had their similarities with their dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, and height. (She knew G did that on purpose.)
She sighed and thought that the fast thrumming of her heart would slow as soon as her tired brain deciphered that it was indeed NOT Sawyer. However, her heart still beat fast. It bothered her. And not only was her heartbeat rampant but she had the urge to caress his face, which looked serene and peaceful. And oh my, he was in nothing but boxers. Scowling furiously at herself for even noticing him, she took off the bullet proof vest, the belt holstering all her weapons and equipment, boots, and that left her in nothing but a fitted black t-shirt and black cargo pants. Heaving a sigh, she went to her bathroom, turned on the lights and splashed cold water on her face, looking at herself in the mirror when she was done.
"Shhhhhhhh-ugar honey ice tea! G. Is. Right. I look like crap." She bowed her head, her hands placed on the countertop, her hair so long that it flooded her shoulders and spilled onto the countertop. Since she was half-sleep and looking down, she didn't even know he was there. But suddenly, his warm, strong arms were around her tiny waist. Her bright blue eyes suddenly wide and alert, she popped her head up to see the mirror reflecting an image of a woman who looked older than she really was with paler skin than normal who could easily be described as pretty. But behind her, holding this tired young woman was a man who could just as easily be described as some type of god. He had ungodly good-looks about him.
"No, baby... You look tired." Crisanta turned around in his arms to reveal cold blue eyes that held spitfire. "Let. Me. Go. Now.....Devon." She couldn't help the attraction that was there. It bothered her, concerned her, worried her to extreme levels. Not because of what she would do but because she was deathly afraid Devon would act upon it. And today, it seemed that nightmare was happening. His brown eyes hardened and suddenly his warm embrace became a deathgrip. "No." Crisanta's blue eyes narrowed and her jaws clenched. "Leave me the hell alone. You know we are only partners on this case. That is it!" Devon only gave her a sad grin. "You know it's never been that way for me."
Her eyes went wide and she reacted with his words by swiftly moving her right had to slap him. However, because of her fatigue-level, she was slower and he caught her by the wrist, his right arm still establishing that impossibly firm grip around her waist. Panic set in. She was tired and her weapons were in the other room. Devon was stronger than her and quicker than her. She couldn't defend herself. She took in a quick breath to scream but suddenly his lips were crushing against hers. Her heart was beating at a fast pace, whether from fear or that not so subtle attraction to him she did not know. Her left hand went up to smack him, but he didn't seem to feel it. She tried desperately to shove him away but every part of the front of her body was pressed to his. Her mouth was still meeting with his in that forcible way and the only thing she could think of to do was to bite him.
So, she bit his lip. Hard. He parted from her, but he didn't break his hold on her. Blood swelled from the wound and she had traces of blood on her teeth. She couldn't get away. She went to scream again and he kissed her harder this time, passion and lust and love and everything else communicated in that one gesture. His one arm picked her up and they were moving towards the bed, Cris kicking and moving all she could. She was giving hard blows to his head but that didn't seem to work. Tears were screaming down her face and she was screaming, "GEROFF ME!!! GEROFF ME!!!" against his lips. He pinned her down on the bed and since his weight pinned her down, his left hand collected her two wrists and his right hand went over her mouth.
He spoke heatedly to her. "I'm sorry, but I have to. I love you, but you don't understand! I've already said more than I was supposed to." Whether he wanted them to or not, a few tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes and landed on her face, their tears blending. He groaned and then pulled down her pants, muffled screams of pain and terror flooding the room.
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Post by Desert on Oct 14, 2009 22:56:48 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He didn't have enough time to think before Black was suddenly gone. Going after Ira. Sawyer knew who that boy really was. Ira was a kind, gentle person who made friends easily. But, out in public...He had a reputation to keep. And a nasty one at that. He heard Leelyn's cries, a head snapped back to the track. Listening to the many sets of hooves.
He picked out the sound of London. The gorgeos mare, lckily, had enough power to outrun Hell. But, for how long? He bit his lip and looked over at Ira's group and heir horses. All f them staring in shock at Sawyer, then Black and all the other horses.
"Get me a horse." he hissed. The six tiny people looked u an Sawyer and mumbled to themselves and then Sawyer was given the reins of a chestnut stallion. With hands like lightning, Sawyer took off the saddle, grabbed a crop and jumped on. He knew he had the least chance of getting killed by the brute stallion, but still only time would tell. Asking or run, the chestnut bolted. Moving easily sense Sawyer had lost more wight than even he knew. The thundering of hooves didn't help him concentrate. His arms moved with the stallion's neck as he leaned forward toward his neck.
When the stallion slowed, Sawyer pushed him, and he pushed him hard. Asking for more run. The whipping sound of the crop batting against the animal's flank kept him going. He could feel the already tired Thoroughbred breathing hardm yet e kept his legs moving. He moved past the two mares and came up beside Alex.
"He's about fifteen seconds ahead of you!" the man on the Arabian called. Sawyer gave a quick nod and actually jumped on the horse's back. Depending on his heels which beat against his lean barrel. The seconds counting by...
London flew, her long legs carried her, faster than they had ever gone before. His mare was in a panic now. So was Ira, he looked under his shoulder, seeing the stallion eatng up distance. His life was now in danger but, only seconds behind Black was Sawyer. Riding bareback on his friend's stallion Win A Buck. He was aleady worked hard earlier but he ran hard. But, his mare still overpowered them both. She was a bred champion, unnin in some of the biggest races, Kentucky Derby, Belmont Stakes, Breeders' Cup Classic, and soon to be the Triple Crown. He could not let his beauty get hurt.
He looked back at Sawyer, Buck slowd and Sawyer egged im on. That kid would be a great racer but, he was too tall and too heavy. There was no horse that Sawyer couldn't ride. But there was no horse that he couldn't fall off of. London pushed forward but, she was tiring fast. "Please London, please!" he begged. She had to keep going and somehow. She did. He couldn't say the same for Sawyer....
He ran and ran...Feeling powerful, ready to catch the stag running before him. The chestnut below him moving powerfully along. Then, he felt a strange pain in his chest. He saw nothing as always but, in the back of his mind. He heard Roxxy screaming,and he heard the voice of a man. Sawyer, although he didn't act like it sometimes, was a fully funcioning male. He knew instantly what was going on. And, anger boiled in his veins, making his skin crawl, his fever skyrocketed. His palms felt sweaty, making him clutch the leather reins even tighter. Cutting his palms.
Then, it felt as if a bullet had shot right into his heart. And, unexpectedly, his right leg slipped over the horse ad he fell, pumped full of Adrenaline, Sawyer's brute strength took Buck down with him. The horse went down right on top of the lovestruck man. Sawyer didn't care that a thousand pounds of horse landed right on top of him. With flailing legs, Buck stood and galloped off, giving Sawyer a good kick in the head.
Everthing went black. All he saw was his love, he saw those blue eyes. So beautiful they lit up the sky. He saw her smile and...It seemed that he could feel her breath on his face as he reached down to kiss her, and whisper in her ear that he loved her. But, alas...It was just a dream.
That fall a that kick sounded like hitting a homerun. A very loud smack. His heart stopped then. Storm raced up to the fallen man and stopped, sniffing his untidy black hair and nickered. Alex dismounted and fell to his knees beside Sawyer. What happened. One moment he was riding like a professional and then, he went down! And he had the horse land on him. Alex forgot all about Black. He ley his fingers on Sawyer's flaming skin. His heart beat rapidly. He was alive, but...How long would that last.
"Sawyer!" he almost cried, his eyes wide. The needed a doctor. In a panic, he dialed Dr. Contaro's cell. Praying that he was there, ready to answer his phone! He kept a hand on Sawyer's lifeless body
Dr. Contaro sat quietly in the hospital room, taking a break for a moment. He had just finished preforming open heart surgery on an elderly man. Around eighty-eight. A man that reminded the doctor a lot of his father. Of course, the man was back in London. Retired, he still gave Dimonte tips here and there. He felt good, having just got off the phone with his wife. She was back in L.A. with the rest of the family. Their home there was only used in the winters, ready to escape form the harsh weather in Reno. He talked to all his children and told them that he'd be home by Christmas and that Sawyer was still alive.
He leaned his head back and sighed, thinking about his poor son. He didn't know what it was like to loose love, it was causing Sawyer's body to fall in on itself. Never had the doctor thought that Sawyer, his Sawyer would fall so deep into drepression that he would fall so ill. And with the H1N1 flu frying his body, it didn't help.
Dr. Contaro had not yet told his son that he had Swine flu. Most likely he already knew. And, for the billionth time that day. The phone rang. He glanced at the number and raised a brow. Alex? He couldn't help but answer, only to get a horrifying response to his simple "hello"
"Dimonte, you need to get to the track right now. Sawyer was feeling well enough to come train with me today. And, well. He just suddenly fell off his horse, the animal falling right dow on top of him. The horse is fine but, when he got up he kicked Sawyer in the head. He's knocked out but alive. You could fry and gg on his skin. Hurry!"
His breath was caught in his throat. Sawyer? Hurt? Again!? No, he could be killed! "Alex, you know CPR right? Well, if his pulse stops for more than thirty seconds you should knowwhat to do. I'll be right there." he said befor hanging up and hurried for the door, quickly. "Where are you going Dr. Contaro?" the kind woman at the front desk said. Dimonte grabbed his sweatshirt and glanced at her once "My son's been hurt." then he hurried out the door.
He jumped into the Guard and hit seventy before be was out of the parking lot. All the Contaro' were insane but safe drivers. His heart raced while Sawyer's slowed. He hit the gas and off he went. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Ira, Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Roxxy, Dimonte, other people
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Post by .x.chaos.is.R E B E L L I O N| on Oct 26, 2009 16:53:17 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Leelyn watched in dismay as Sawyer tore after Black, Ira, and London. She couldn't do much, so she settled for running as fast as she possibly could. She was in top physical condition; she could run a mile in less or about 6 minutes. However, it seemed she couldn't gain an inch otherwise on the flying horses. London was tiring, her legs and chest and mouth lathering, and the chestnut Sawyer was on was doing the same. Black was fresh and incredibly fast and could go at his top speed for many many miles. And Black was eating up at the distance between Ira and himself. And the blonde could see that Sawyer's mount was falling behind the big black stallion. "SAWYER!!! DON'T ST- " Her words were cut off as he suddenly fell from the large chestnut Thoroughbred.
"SAWYER!!!" The racer he had been riding was fine, she discovered, as she watched him get up and give Sawyer's head a good kick as she ran down the homestretch to get to him. Coming up to Alex and Sawyer, she fell on her knees to check his pulse. She was no doctor, but she had been trained in basics of the medical field. Running a quick hand and nimble fingers across his face and skull, she cursed through clenched teeth and tight, white lips. "Shit." She looked up at Alex, an undecipherable strain in her voice and facials. "He's got a concussion, that's for sure. But it seems like he's got a fracture in his skull and internal bleeding within his skull, around his brain. I could be wrong, but that's what it feels like."
Her face and voice were stern, giving no room for error or nonsense. Her brown gaze flickered to Sawyer's blank face and then back to Alex and then softened. "How long before Dimonte gets here? The longer Sawyer has to wait for help, the more likely the damage will be permanent." Two things suddenly came to her mind. The first was how Sawyer got in this predicament. The second came to mind at a loud scream. Leelyn's head shot up to look at London and Black to see a very scary site.
Crisanta layed there on the bed, half bare skinned, her blue eyes dry and dull. She had stopped crying a long time ago. Now, she was just burning with pain. Blood covered the sheets and tears stained it also. Her hair was a mess and her thighs as well as her arms and wrists were black were bruises. Devon had left hours ago, leaving her like this. She felt broken and dirty, used and then abused, like some unwanted toy left in the mud. It was 06:23 hours in the morning, going by military time here, and she was to report to G by 07 hours accordingly. A part of her, the Sawyer part, dedicated to him felt like it was dying. She closed her eyes and imagined the happiest time of her life, when she was lying in bed with him, nothing hindering his touch on her naked skin, warm tan arms of his holding her close. Everytime she closed her eyes, that's what she saw.
But something was horribly wrong with that picture, the arms around her were suddenly cold and held on for dear life instead of a warm embrace. Crisanta, in her mind, turned around to hold back a scream. Sawyer's face was blue from lack of oxygen and blood was running out of every major entryway of his head: ears, nose, mouth, eyes... Instead of doing what a woman not in love with the man next to her would do, Cris did the opposite. She quickly got up, and began feeling his skull and his throat, anything that would help her understand what was wrong. But she was losing him. "Sawyer! SAWYER, HANG ON!!!" Suddenly, she wasn't looking into Sawyer's bloodied face, but Dimitri's. And it wasn't even really Dimitri. It was a mutated version of him where his mouth was lipless and stretched all the way to his ears and revealed very sharp teeth. And black, eyeless sockets were staring at her. "Sawyer's gone now...only me.." His voice had a demonic echo.
She let loose a scream and he reached out to claw at her unprotected skin with gruesome talons. "BLACK!!!" It was innate, the call for her best friend and wild companion. She was kicking and screaming at the covers, falling out of bed and backing away towards the wall. The Dimitri demon jumped out of bed to reveal a grotesque spin off of a human body with spindly, backward jointed legs, a skeletal body and serraded arms and claws for hands.
She was backed up against the wall, screaming and making herself small as possible, still screaming for her stallion. And suddenly, she heard a scream so chilling and angry, even the demon screamed and shuddered, flailing backwards. Black was in the room with her, his body glowing in some supernatural light. His eyes were burning more furious than ever and you could feel his hatred, his anger, his passion to kill, to destroy, to slaughter anything that dare perturb his Roxanna. The demon covered his eyes and quailed in fear, letting out a soundless shriek. Suddenly, Black charged and just as he collided with the demon, Cris's eyes opened and a sob broke loose.
Getting up, she looked at the clock to see it was exactly 07 hours. Yelping in surprise and soreness, she used her arms to drag herself out of bed and to her drawers. Getting herself together was painful and as she exited her room, she met G a little ways down the hall. "G! I was just coming to see you-" She was cut off abruptly by a dismissive wave from her boss. "I know. I have another shoot scheduled for you and Devon now; we're going to thread these photos in with GQ, Elle, and Maxim magazines." Crisanta paled, but her voice was cold and steely. "No." G's navy blue eyes narrowed. "Why are you denying my command?" "I refuse to have anything to do with Devon. I want a divorce. He raped me." G gave her a bone-chilling smile and said in a light voice, "I know. I told him to."
Nothing in her life made sense anymore and her knees buckled. G didn't care and simply side-stepped her, an entourage of agents and bodyguards alike following her. "Be in the sectioning room in 30 minutes, Crisanta." Crisanta didn't move. She didn't even fight when her husband came around the bend and swiftly picked her up. She just died.
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Black was like a train. He just kept building on speed and could go for miles and miles...and more miles. And now that Sawyer suddenly disappeared, no one could stop him. He was gaining more and more on London until he surpassed her flank. He didn't want to hurt London! Just her rider. Giving a scream, the one that made Leelyn snap her head up, Black chest came even with Ira. He had to slow himself down now so that he could keep even with the jockey. His neck arched much like a snake's before it striked, and then what was inevitable happened. His sharp teeth went straight for the jockey's arm. His neck arching back for another attack, something, just something, told him something was very wrong with Roxxy. If Black had been running before, he made London and his previous gait look as if they'd been at a walk now. Like something from a catapult, he sprung forward at what seemed a supernatural rate of speed. (Of course it wasn't...he is just rather fast.)
The horses of the herd, which had been perfectly statue still till now, whipped into action at his whistle. The crossbreed flew by them and they were already 3/4 of a mile behind when they finally got at a full run.
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Post by Desert on Oct 26, 2009 18:26:40 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {First person}
So, this is what death felt like, looked like...smelled like. My body floated in air, surrounded by a silvery blue light. An overwhelming calm settled over me. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt strong. Able to take on the world!
I reached up and touched my hand, yet it passed right through. I could no longer feel. That didn't matter. I didn't have to feel with my hands anymore. I felt peace, I felt the presence of loved ones who had left Earth before myself. They were welcoming me with open arms.
This was a place where I didn't have to worry. I could finally feel free. Yet, I heard a heartbeat. It was a heartbeat I knew. But, I could not remember who. I could not remember any events that had happend to me on Earth. I could only remember pain, agonizing pain. Regret and hatred. I remembered being ill. I remembered being blind.
This heartbeat was not mine. Mine had already stopped. I was unaware that my father and three other doctors were stuggling to brin me back. I was unaware that my body was a lifeless white statue. I did not know that my eyes had fogged out into nothing. Filled with age. I hd given up on life. It was over for me. That was a fact that I was willing to accept. I could lay here, in my heaven, forever. I could exsist in eternal comfort. Without a care. No more pain, no more suffering.
But I couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. Something, or someone very important in my once living life. Something I could not see here in my heaven, would this place soon become my hell?
I closed my eyes and waited, I could not feel my heartbeat, there was nothing there. Sill, I could hear the echo of someone else's around me. I found that I loved this sound. It's smoothness.
Then I saw her, in the back of my mind. More beautiful than anything I had ever seen before. She smiled, I smiled. Then, fear crossed her face and she screamed, followed by a scream from a beast that could've been satan himself. A bright flash of light blinded me.
Roxxy.....
I gasped, sucking in as much air as my dead lungs could handle. And, just like that. My heart began to beat once more.
He had made it to the track just in time. And made it to the hospital. There they spent about two hours fixing his head. Luckily the injury wasn't hard enough to kill him. If the kick had happened only a half inch to the left. He would've died easily.
The question never left his mind. How did this happen. Everything seemed normal. Until his heartbeat began to slow. And slow, and slow until it stopped all together. That's when the doctor went into panic he almost forgot what to do. He was loosing his son! HE COULDN'T LOOSE SAWYER! His first born. His life. What would Dimonte be without his son by his side?
"Doctor, we're loosing him." one of the nurses said. That's when Dimonte and three other doctors got to work. The father looked at his son's face. This time seeing calmness. Peace. Not the twisted up child he had left to care for himself. He felt so guilty. This could've been prevented.
Now they were racing against the clock. One of the four doctors were ready to give up as soon as his heart had stopped. But, Dimonte was stubborn, he pushed them on. There was NO WAY he was going to loose Sawyer...
After ten agonizing minutes. A gasp sounded from his son and his heart started to beat faster and faster. Sawyer was in shock! He barked commands at the nurse.
No, Sawyer's heart finally began to even itself out. After that moment of panic. Dimonte just realised hat Sawyer had died! He was dead for ten minutes! This was incredible. The boy remained pale. His blank eyes staring at nothing.
Dimonte knew that now was not the time to talk to his son. "He's going to need twenty-four hour care. There must be someone in this room at all times. I do not believe that he needs to be put on life support. Not at the moment at least. You're all dismissed." he said, his voice showing no emotion what so ever. He looked over at the other side of the room where Alex stood, his lower lip bleeding because his teeth had broken through.
"How did this happen?" he asked the ninteen-year-old. Alex looked like he was ready to fall on his knees. As if he wanted to make himself as small as possible, as if he blamed himself. Then Alex just spat out the whole story. Dimonte nodded and sighed "Right now, there's nothing more we can do." he whispered, mostly to himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Roxxy, Dimonte,
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_______________________________________________ She missed him with all her heart. She missed him, missed them. She was dying on the inside. At least that's what it felt like. She did everything listlessly and the weeks passed by slowly. Nothing seemed to get better. In fact, everything seemed to get worse.
She was in her mansion, once again taking the role of famous supermodel Crisanta Marie de la Vega. Devon was in the kitchen with her, cooking breakfast, when she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Nausea, hot and heavy, consumed her. Suddenly taking off for nearest bathroom, Cris covered her mouth screamed, "NO!" Devon turned off the eye on the stove and ran after her, as did several maids. They found her vomiting over the toilet. Devon went to his knees to hold back her hair and around her waist. "Baby! What's wrong?!" It was a gutteral growl when she fell to the side and leaned against the bathtub. "Francine! Give me a pregnancy test."
The petite maid's eyes widened, but she did nothing but nod. She scuttled away for a few moments to re-enter the room with a blue box. In a rush, Cris screamed for them to leave and slammed the door closed. Ripping open the box, she took the test and threw her hair back to see the words that shattered her world. The next thing that sounded through the house was her scream of horror and pain. She burst from the bathroom to see Devon talking in worried-sounding whispers with Francine, the older maid who had been trying to get pregnant for the past year. She looked like the woman from the movie, The Grudge with her dark hair and pasty complexion. She pointed a thin white finger at Devon. "YOU!!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! IT'S ALL G'S FAULT TOO! FUCK YOU!! FUCK EVERY-FUCKING-THING ABOUT YOU AND OUR GOVERNMENT!!!"
Devon took several fast steps towards her, but instead, she took a route perpendicular to him and ran to the knife draw in the kitchen. Taking a butcher knife, he came right at her and she stabbed him in the stomach. She heard a gasp and then a muffled scream from Francine and quicker than a cobra, Cris zeroed in on the maid and extracted the knife from Devon's gushing body and threw it with precision into the little Italian's heart. At the scream, several maids and butlers came in and retrieving a secretly hidden .45 from Devon's person, she shot each one of them between the eyes. She was in rage. She was like a caged animal; her life had been once again taken out of her control and she had been forced to endure what most people never in their lives had to go through. It had only been a matter of time before she imploded and then exploded.
And not only did Crisanta shoot the ones that came to her, but she hunted the rest of her home's employees. When all dead, she seemed to snap out of her furiousity. She screamed at herself, sobbing, and sweating. She was shrieking at a seemingly empty house. The crazed agent fell to her knees, but at a noise, she got back up and ran into the kitchen. Devon was gone. In horror and pain, she started crying some more. It was all she could do. "I'M A MONSTER!!!" Drawing in a shaky breath she traveled back down the bloodied hallway passing by a mirror. And she didn't see her reflection. She saw the demon's. He was smiling at her, his eyeless sockets blinking and moving his head as if regarding her curiously.
She felt as if she no longer had the breath inside of her. She pinned herself against the wall, looking anywhere but at the piece of glass that told her so much about herself. "No...No....NO!!!" With the power of a major league pitcher, she threw the gun at the mirror, the shattered glass falling everywhere. Her lower limbs buckled and she fell, her hands being cut to shreds by the shards of glass. "I'm just like him! I'm a monster." She opened her mouth to let out a wordless cry of realization and the panic that came from that. Her senses went off suddenly and they told her to be quiet. And she went silent. She could hear the faint voice of Devon: it sounded as though he was talking on the phone.
"G....we have a 10-93: mental issue. Agent 134782 has gone awry. Cris is insane-" Then, she could hear the choking cough and the closing of a phone. Let the intense music play. Crisanta picked up the knife from Francine and ran out the door, covered in blood and sweat. Getting into her car, she looked in her rearview mirror to see a tan hand latch onto the spoiler. She didn't wait to see the lips move into a loving message of good-bye and understanding. She just floored it and out went the garage door. G needed more credit than she got. She already had full control over all of the mansion's machinery and power. The iron gates were closing at the end of the long tree laned driveway. In a span of 3 seconds, the car was at 65 and going. By the time she got to the gates, they were sealed.
Like that ever stopped her before. She ran straight through them. You can bet they parted for her. Out onto the road, she fled from the city, letting the cops chase her. They couldn't go faster than 160 anyways. And the car she was driving could go faster than that, by far. She was sobbing, her mind and everything in a daze yet crystal clear. It was approximately thirty minutes before she hit thick forests. This is what she wanted. She picked herself out a tree 3 miles down the road and took action. She put it in cruise and then opened the door, threw out the knife, and then threw herself out of the door. Meanwhile, 100 yards later, the car crashed into the massive hunk of an oak tree at 280 miles per hour.
You can believe she was hurting. But she was desperate. Letting out a cry of pain, she drug herself towards the knife, some 300 feet away. She was waiting for it. The small electrical jolt and beep that would start her tracker. It came 3 minutes later. It was near her pulse in her wrist. Once again proving her metal, Cris, wait- she mentally corrected herself- Roxxy, took the knife and started to meticulously dig inside her skin for the bug. It was a few moments of agonizing pain before she found it. When done, she seemed to remember she was still in plain sight, along the side of the road. taking the knife in her teeth, she tore off a piece of her dress and wrapped her gashed wrist with it. Then, she began to once again used her muscular arms to drag herself away....because her left leg was broken and she didn't have the time to try and pick herself up.
When safely hidden in the forest, she held onto a low hanging branch of a sapling while she corrected the broken bone. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as a sudden crunch and pop ensued her efforts. Having the tibia aligned corrected, she looked around for some strong sticks. Having found two, she put them on opposite sides of her calf and used two wide peices of her dresses to tie them tightly. Then, she pulled herself up and started limping towards the deepest parts of the forest where all the true wild, dangerous animals lurked...good thing too. She was hungry. She found a shallow, but rather wide stream about a mile into her journey and then got into it and walked up it. No dog could track a scent in water.
Back at the Hampton mansion, ambulances, cops, and CSI agents swarmed the place. Paparrazzi were there too as well as other interested spectators. The only survivor of the supermodel's attack was her husband Devon Hampton. He had a ruptured stomach and intestinal track, but otherwise...he was fine. They brought him back the news he didn't wanted to here. They as in the cops who had tried to catch Cris. "Apparently, she crashed her car into a tree at a very large speed because the car exploded. I'm sorry, sir." His naturally tan face went bone-white. He did understand what made her go ballistic. That's why he still loved her. Tears shed from his eyes. "God, no!"
However, when the officer left him with a pat on his shoulder, he felt his phone vibrate. Answering in with a tight voice, he heard G's cold voice at the other end. G never called anybody. She never talked to anyone either unless they were in person. "She's not dead. Don't believe the cop. He doesn't know otherwise. She took out the tracker we implanted years ago. She's still alive. It seems as though she's planned this for a long time." There was hope! But then, as always, G crushed it. "So, here's your new assignment. Kill Agent 134782 after she has killed Subject L."
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Post by Desert on Oct 28, 2009 18:53:11 GMT -5
Can You Hear Me?
Can You Feel Me in Your arms?
Holdin My Last Breath... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The anger that had built up over the last few months never came out. Not once, but. Sawyer healed quickly and after a week in the hospital, he was free to go. But, his father never let the boy out of his sight. Sawyer didn't try anything stupid.
The flu lay dormant within his body. Dimonte requested that Sawyer start working out again. Still, the boy got at least sixteen hours of sleep a day. He started eating more and, gradually. The colour began to return. Still, Sawyer's eyes held a fury so bad that even Dimitri would cringe away.
He built up more muscle until any sign of him being underweight was gone. Toned muscles stood out at last. But, inside he was a volcano ready to erupt. Everyone in the household knew that Sawyer was a very deadly weapon. He wouldn't let anyone get in his way.
"Alright Sawyer." Dimonte said as they stood in the large lobby of the Contaro mansion. The doctor stood tall, but kept a defensive pose. Sawyer looked like a bull ready to charge. Sawyer had been taught to fight by his mother. The woman who could bring down a pride of lions with her hands behind her back...if she really felt like it.
He lunged at his father. Taking a wild guess at the distance between them. Dad quickly lept out of the way and threw himself at Sawyer, knocking him back. Sliding against the tile floor.. He nails making the same scratching sound as a dog's would if they went sliding around.
Yes, every member of this family used their nails to fght. The girls mostly. But, with enough force behind it. It could cause a lot of pain! Dimonte chuckled "Looks like you forgot a few things, Sawyer remember that---" then he was hit so hard that he went flying.
"Don't talk, just fight!" Sawyer snarled, now standing were Dimonte had. The doctor sprawled out on the floor. "I remember everything."
"So you have." Dimonte grabbed Sawyer's ankle and pulled him to the ground. Then, the two guys were rolling around. Trying to get the better of eachother. Now, they were both big boys. Very competitive boys. Alex was laughing his fool head off from across the room. Same with Nathen.
Then, finally Dimonte had Sawyer pinned and laughed. "Not bad for an old man!" he said with a wide grin that could so easily be heard. Sawyer grunted and gave his father a good shove. Dimonte fell off sideways and stood up. Sawyer already on his feet. Sawyer forced a small smile before walking off to wash off his bleeding lip. And to take his painkillers. He still got very...very bad headaches.
He washed of his face in the kitchen then jaunted back to the couch and flopped down for a nap. Alex and Nathen came and sat down. Sawyer looking healtier, sometimes even Dimonte switched the twins around. Alex constantly made the mistake. The twins didn't mind much. They laughed at the two other men. Sawyer was slowly getting out of his depressed state. Very slowly. Nathen was really the only person who could make him smile.
Dimonte sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch. "Let's see what's going on in the world" he said when Alex turned on the T.V. Sawyer listened quietly, feeling warm in his nest of blankets. Plus, until the thick bed cloth was a big furry dog. Yes, Sparks never left Sawyer's side since he got home from the hospital. Sawyer lay one arm over the big furry mound. Sparks looked even more wolf with his thick winter coat growing in. Dimonte fell in love with Syra's dogs. Dasher and Dancer loved the doctor, too. The german shepherd puppies were both curled up beside him. Looking like Yin and Yang with their black and white coats.
The rest of the pack lay silent. Takng afternoon naps. The weather went on and on as dusk approached. Really, there was one word that could tell: Cold. Winter was coming early.Frost already littered the ground. Sawyer had to stay warm! Or his fever would spike up again. He had been able to keep a decent temprature of 102, compared to what his fever was two week ago. 104.3.
Nathen, Alex, and Dimonte's jaw dropped when the story about Roxxy came on. Sawyer started laughing darkly. "So she finally escaped. Good for her," he grunted before falling back under after shifting his position.
The family glanced at eachother and shook their heads. Gld that Sawyer couldn't see what they saw.
"WHERE ARE WE NOW? Even, I think we're lost." Syra grumbled. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Andre smiled. Evean called back from the lea. "We ARE in Kansas! See how flat it is?" she asked. Andre and Syra looked at eachother. "Easy baby girl." Syra cooed went Frost suddenly lifted her head and half reared. Her foal, Rockstar, mimicked her and reared as wel. The tiny stud was healthy and beautiful.
The pure white mare hesitated for a moment before walking forward. Rockstar trotting beside her. The colt was as happy as ever as they moved into a smooth canter. Only a little while longer before they made it home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Safe Inside Myself.
Are All My Thoughts of You.
Sweet Raptured Light, It Ends Here Tonight Tags ~' Sawyer, Alex, Leelyn, Roxxy, Dimonte, Evean, Andre, Syra...the other people
Word Count ~' Not there
Muse ~' Waiting for the fun to happen
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!!!!" Sawyer was on Hell's back. That...shouldn't have even been possible. Sawyer + Black=WRONGNESS. Actually, it properly goes: Any human alive except Roxxy + Black=The worst possible way to die. Leelyn knew this very well, but how. Did he....? Leelyn's thought patterns went totally blank. Her expressive face showed it. But then, the thundering of hooves made her head snap towards the long dirt road of the ranch. The herd was coming in from the town! The horses made a beautiful river as the streamed in from the streets. The palomino Thoroughbred neck and neck with Melody, who was trying her best to keep up with the other mare"s Thoroughbred genes. As Black came closer and closer, Leelyn was awe-struck. Black was just a friggin' black blur against the Kentucky blue grass. In fact, it seemed Sawyer was barely distinguishable amidst all the blackness and the long mane.