by Roxianna » 03/14/2008 11:49 PM
Missy looked though the thick under brush, her head spinning. She was sooo lost. This was soooo unfair. Sighing, she turned to her brother. "Aaron, how did you manage to get us this lost?"
Aaron only smirked to himself. Missy was the one leading, not him. And besides, he wasn't lost. he knew exactly where they were. He could see thier old paw prints in the trail. They were almost back where they had begun. Hopping from tree to tree, Aaron watched the sun sink slowly closer to the ground. This was bad. They needed shelter for the night, and fast.
Missy sniffed the air. Blood. But not any blood. It was that same smell from before. She remembered it, but she didn't remember why. Why was this scent so alarming?
Aaron knew just as his sister did, but he knew why it was so familiar. IT was the same Battleheart from before. Missy had failed to notice this yet, but it was there, sure enough. Stepping back into the clearing, Missy saw the Battleheart, standing there, with a Gyrraptor clinging to it's back. Screaming wildly, she turned and hid behind Aaron.
Aaron, acting quickly, again grabbed his sister's tail and jumped into a tree to hide. He only hoped the Battleheart didn't attack. But the littler one, the Gyrraptor, was it...saying something. It might be something importent. Aaron left Missy where she was, and hopped over to the next tree branch to get a better view.
((Sorry for the typos. I haven't the heart, much less the mind, for going through and rechecking it right now. I think I might actually make it worse if I try to. XP))
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
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