Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
All The Fallen – Chapter 1 – Two Sides
Login to add story to favorites
(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5)You need to be a registered member to rate this post.
Loading ...
She tried to focus on the drawings still sprawled across the desk,
scent rising off the wrinkled blue lines, but her mind kept drifting. Something in her was different, wasnt right. Blame it on voodoo, the vortex of whatever,
or some weird conjunction of planets, but she no longer fit together the way
she had. She was angry. More than that,
was frightened. Thered been too much
genuine softness in her in the last few daystoo much giving in. And when she needed her toughness, reached
deep for it, she came up empty.
knew it. Knew it and used it. Her face testified to that.
This couldnt go on; she was certain of that, if nothing else. She had to regain whatever shed lost. She had to go wherever it had gone and
retrieve it, embrace it, and live it again.
Life on her terms, in all things, for everyone around her. She stretched back in the chair and rested
her head on the headrest, and smiled. Where
to begin? Who should be first to
experience the resurrected
She was dreaming the possibilities when the door to the private stairway
clicked shut, and she jerked upright, looking at the clock as
walked into her office. Twenty-four
hours, how many things had changed in the last 24 hours when all hell had
broken loose?
with a black mug.
gave her a suspicious look. Cappuccino,
Did you think Id waste perfectly Type O on you? A playful grin stretched across her face.
But she took the coffee and sipped the foam off the top.
a knowing look. Have you forgotten my
instructions,
What are you talking about? she
grumbled, warming her hands on the mug.
No personal pleasure here? None of your
games?
as if she didnt know what she was talking about. Then she remembered yesterday morning. And
Sorry. I forgot.
You would do well not to forget
again,
doesnt change the rules.
stopped, seeming to reflect about what she wanted to say next.
away and walked out into the club. The
wailing light, the chaos, the tumbling bodies, and cries of alarm and surprise
still lingered. When it had ended, the
women had dispersed with nothing more then glassy eyed stares at one another,
and morning now found the both of them standing in the middle of a place that
no longer seemed quite real.
was ready to put it all behind her, like an unfortunate temporary detour. And now that
was up, she didnt really feel like talking about it, any of it.
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
So glad you are back with us here. Hate to keep searching other sites for you and your stories. thanks bvh