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Elizah + Bailey

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Just outside my cage door there were grunts, both from man and from animal. I opened my eyes groggily and lifted my so I could see what was causing all the noise. The men were carrying a dog down the isle, one holding her waist while the other held her neck and chest. A noisy snort passed through my nostrils and I laid my head back on my paws.

I was one of the only ones that didn't have to share a cage. I was getting along just fine by myself too. No having to share food, no worrying about being attacked in my sleep, no--click! I froze, my green eyes wide in shock at the human at my cage door. It swung open and the dog was tossed in. Just as quickly as the door had opened, it was closed again.

The figure stood up and looked towards me. Her tail was tucked, ears were back, body was shaking, and those odd yellow-green eyes gazed at me in fear.
"Please don't go here. They just cleaned the cages." I said, sounding uninterested as I laid my head back down. She blinked and backed up into the corner, whining softly through her nostrils.
"No no no. This can't be happening. I can't be here!" She cried, cringing against the cold wall. I exhaled a sigh, turned my head towards her, keeping my bored face on. "Just relax."
She nodded once, twice, three times, then slowly lowered herself onto the floor and curled up into a ball. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just looking for food, I..I--" Another whine came from her.

I forced my eyes closed and exhaled steadily. This was why I didn't want a cage mate. It isn't fun having to deal with another animal's drama. I didn't even deal with my own. I sort of already decided that I was going to die here. I accepted it to. Only the pretty dogs get adopted. Not a mutt like me. One eye peeked open and I found myself staring at her.

She would be gone soon. I should tell her that so she would stop crying. I mean, her eyes would attract anyone's attention. They were so bright. And her coat, so soft, that blend of colors. Even in the darkness she looked... Wait. I blinked and snapped my eyes from her. She would be gone soon, I repeated in my head. I can't get attached. Her eyes aren't that pretty. Her fur might not be as soft as it looks. I once again caught myself staring.
Stop it!
I let out an irritated growl, making her jump up, eyes wide on me. I shook my head once and she curled back, her eyes watching me warily. I dropped my gaze and stayed in my frozen position until the barks and howls died down in the background. Sleep fell over the creatures of this prison. Over everyone. Everyone but me. I soundlessly got to my paws and padded towards the cage door. My nails scratched noisily against the cement floor. I poked my muzzle in between two bars and stared blankly up at the ceiling. That's where the moon should be. My heart ached. I dropped down so I was sitting and flattened my ears to my head. A small, soft, almost silently howl passed my lips. I missed home. I had a kid, a sweet boy who I followed everywhere. I lived on a barn. I could nap on the porch, chase chickens all day, swim in the lake, and end my busy day by laying at my boy's feet in his bed and closing my eyes.

My life was perfect. I didn't do anything wrong. What did I do to deserve this?

The words that are going through every sleeping mind in this cold place. I try to be strong and think that everything will be okay. The boy will come back. He'll put my faded green collar on me once again and I'll never have to be locked up in a cage ever again. I'd be free.
Tears formed in my eyes.
Who was I kidding? I was stuck here forever. I would be here until the day I lay my head down and close my eyes for the last time. I would never leave this please. Never never never never...

"It's okay." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned the other way and blinked the tears from my eyes.

"No." My voice was raspy and low. "For you. But not for me." I heard her footsteps, then the soft rustling of her fur. My breath was right next to me.

"Why do you say that?" She asked, trying the best to meet my eyes. I wouldn't let her. She couldn't see the pain I was in, no one can.

"Because I'm an ugly mutt. You're the perfect pet. People want you. People don't want me." I scratched my claws against the hard ground.

"People want you." She defended. I laughed humorlessly and shook my head.

"If people wanted me, I wouldn't be here."

"Neither would I." I laughed again at her words. This time it had a little more feeling. She cracked a small smile and tried again to meet my eyes. I looked at her with one and she smiled a bit more. "Why are people so mean?" She asked, cocking her head.

I couldn't answer that question. Maybe it was in their blood to be cruel to anything lower than them. I decided to change the subject. "What's your name?" I asked, turning my head a little bit more towards her.

"Elizah." She didn't even hesitate. She smiled and her ears twitched. "What's yours?"

The corner of my mouth quircked up in a half smile. "I'm Bailey."

"Well," Elizah moved a little closer. "I think you and I are going to get along real nicely, Bailey."

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[Mura]

; {Noodle xXx Sir Murdoch} ;

"The daughter of the local undertaker, she lost her sanity long ago, that's what they say..."

Oh, it's not really like that. ♥

[[Story coming soon <3]]

His fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the sill of the stagecoach window. Tap-tap-tap - the noise was driving him crazy, though he found that he couldn't stop; long journeys were too boring to sit still and do nothing. There were no screaming ladies to ward off, no noblemen around to compliment his work. There wasn't even any work to do. That's why he was bored.

The carriage weaved slowly through the narrow streets of London, ferrying the young lord and his servants to the royal palace. No-one hung around in the back-streets; indeed, if they did, robbers would have stripped them bare by now. That was the hotbed of theives the alley had become. He looked out of the window, brushing his hand lightly over the window pane to clear the condensation away from the edge. It was a cold morning, though not so cold as to form icicles on the edge of the coach like it had done last winter - he remembered it well.

As they exited the alleyways into the mainstreet, clumps of ladies wearing their upper-class finery were stood under parasols {despite the sun not being present} talking together as ladies do. He put his face to the window, and immedietly, he was recognised. Most of the ladies in the street screamed and waved, seemingly turning from dignified Victorians into a screaming rabble of adoring disciples. He wouldn't have it any other way - he craved their attention, he was addicted to seeing them one by one go insane and lose their dignity as they dropped their fancy brollies and chased the stagecoach to the end of the road. He liked to turn back and watch them go red as they realised what they had just done, to see them scurry back to the now-dirty parasols and shuffle off, blushing.

He knew, though, if he drove back down the road, they would chase him again, though. They adored him, and he knew it.

He was in his early twenties; a poetical genius born into a wealthy family, blessed with incredible talent and heart-breakingly handsome looks. Sir Murdoch Henry, son of Allistar, poet of H.R.H., queen Victoria. Yes, yes... his green eyes shone as he thought of his marvellous self.

Down into some more alleyways the coach sped. He help onto his top hand tightly with one pale hand as they went over a particularly rough bit of road - cobbles were strewn everywhere in their path, and he did not wish to humiliate himself in front of his servants by letting his hat fall.
The coach went over a particularly jagged stone, and the driver instinctively stopped. In that instant, he glanced at the window of the house opposite his window.

It was an undertaker's shop, he noted. How disgusting - this was the road of the dead. He called out hurridly to the driver not to worry; the rock hadn't seemed to have caused any serious damages and he didn't want to be late for work.

As the carriage began to roll forward again, he happened once more to glance from the window.

There, in the window of the undertaker's shop sat the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon.

She had wild long hair; a fringe that covered her eyes and locks that streamed all the way down to her legs, though her visible facial features {nose, mouth, chin, cheeks} ~ they were as perfect as a China doll. Unlike the ladies who swarmed the mainstreet, she only had the tiniest bit of make-up on her face; a light red stain to her lips.
Too late to be infatuated; the coach sped off before he could look more closely. However, in his mind, he resolved to return.

~

This time, it was the powerful that lost their dignity; in the light of the noonday sun, Murdoch ran as one of his fans would down the backstreet only a few hours before he had mentally labeled as the road of the dead. He saw her.

He wanted her.

He turned around a corner, and ran straight into a tall, fat man wearing brown leather clothes. He smelled pungent and a few flies circled his head.
"My, my. If it ain't lord Murdoch." he laughed cruelly. "I would've thought yo' wouldda travell'd streyt past 'ere with yer 'uge band o' slaves."
"Please get out of my way, groundling." he spat impatiently, acting high-and-mighty although the man was much taller than himself.

What he didn't seem to realise was, a nobleman walking on the level of a groundling is like a choice tidbit being thrown to a pack of hungry dogs. Although usually he was above them in his seat of power {carriage, throne, does it matter now?}, here, in a place he had never been before, brought on impulse, he was as helpless as a rat in a trap. Uneducated in the art of defending himself, he could only stand and groan in pain and the man kicked and punched him black and blue. His small bags and purses {containing vast amounts of wealth he enjoyed carrying around for show} were torn from his belts.

"Didn't yer folks teach ya ta only carry small change?" smirked the man, walking off calmly, leaving the man of power in a small pool of his own blood on the unevenly cobbled street.

"Was this the street of the dead, or was this the rest of the world?" a voice laughed softly, standing out of the half-dead lord's view. "Look what temptation has brought you to."

"My... conscience?" he murmered in a barely audible whisper, wincing as he felt blood trickle past his mouth and drip disgustingly from his chin every time he spoke.
"I do not think so, my boy." the speaker stepped forward and leaned over the lord's body. It was a man with long grey hair, scars running over his pasty-pale face. He wore a battered top hat. "I do not think so. I did not think nobility had such a thing. You look pretty eaten up, my lord; I shall take you someplace safer."
He whispered words of thanks, completely forgetting his original aim in his sudden cowardice - he needed to get out of this hellish place right now. {This hellish place, the rest of the world.}

[[Side note ;; This was incredibly fun to write. <3 Cookies for anyone who can guess who the grey-haired man at the end is based on. This story will be continued, I have other plans for Lord Murdoch~]]

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[Cirque]

@Mura: That story is incredible <33
I am definitely looking forward to reading more. :3

[peppersdots]

Doom (♂) and Relina (♀)


Ferim (♀) and Spyder (♂)

Part 1
At first I never thought it would work out like it has. I used to think Doomfang was pure evil, a being with no good in his body. I warned her, but the stupid girl wouldn’t listen. I suppose you’re wondering what I’m talking about. Well let me start at the beginning.

My name is Ferim. I’m Relina’s twin sister. Well one of them. In all there are Relina, myself, Delta, Charger, Petal, Lillian, Gale and Hoti, plus another brother who's name we don’t know.

Me and Relina being the two youngest in the family started school last. So by the time we reached high school, only one of our other siblings was still in school, Gale.

First day of classes, we bid each other goodbye for the first bit, an assembly. That was where I first met Doomfang.

First time I ever saw him, was when he sat down next to me and smiled a toothy smile. I could see his yellow eyes glowing and two small fangs poking out of his mouth. I couldn’t help gasping at the sight of those two fangs.

“And who are you?” he asked, his voice laced with a heavy accent I didn’t recognize.
“Ferim Atone,” I replied thinking, Why not? “What about you?”
“Doomfang Reban,” he replied still smiling.
“You...you’re a Reban?” I stuttered. He didn’t have a chance to answer. The principal stepped up to the podium and began speaking.

For the longest time Rebans have been infamous. Mostly because of what one of their ancestors did. I’m not sure what it was but it was enough to put all Rebans under house-arrest at any sign of delinquency.

I reached for my phone and tried to text Relina. No answer. I sat there uncomfortably, hoping this Doomfang wouldn’t try anything stupid.

Luckily, the assembly ended with no incident. As I stood up to go Doomfang said:

“Goodbye, Ferim Atone. I hope we meet again,”
“Goodbye Doomfang Reban,” I replied. “I hope we don’t”
“Oh that’s not nice,” he said as he stood up too. He faced me. “And please when you do see me next, call me Doom.”

He picked up his bag and walked off. I just stood there in shock. Suddenly, Relina rushed up.

“I got your text!” she said completely out of breath. “Where is he?”
“He just left,” I replied. “But I get the feeling we haven't seen the last of Doomfang Reban.”
“Doomfang?” she laughed. “That’s his name?”
“Come on you know the Rebans,” I pushed her. “They always give their kids weird scary names to scare people.”

We moved quickly to our homeroom class. As soon as we entered, a swirl of activity distracted me momentarily from Doom sitting in the back row. The teacher came up to us and said:

“Ah you must be the twins, Ferim and Relina. Relina you’re sitting over there by Juki Ui, and Ferim you sit beside Doomfang Reban.”

My jaw dropped. Doom was right. I don’t know how but he was. I walked over to the seat in a daze. I sat down and barely heard him say:

“I told you we would meet again.”
“How did you know?” I whispered, as the teacher was starting the class.
“Oh I have my ways,” he whispered back.

First and second period passed. Soon it was lunch. Relina and I bought food from the cafeteria and went to sit down outside our lockers. As we neared them I could see Doom leaning against our lockers with someone else.

“This is my older brother, Spyder,” he introduced us. “He’s a year above us.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!” The dark haired boy laughed. “What are your names?”
“I’m Relina and this is my twin sister Ferim,” Relina replied for me.
“Hi,” I said nervously.
“Want to sit down?” Spyder asked.

So we sat down. Relina instantly seemed to forget the fact that they were both Rebans. They talked for a long time, I don’t know how long. I just kept staring down the hall as if I was living in a dream.

Suddenly, two boys a year up walked by and dumped the one’s drink on my head. I gasped and looked out of the corner of my eye to see them snickering against the wall. Spyder stood up slowly.

“Hey Sri! Swol!” He yelled reaching down for the cup that still had a bit of drink in it. “You forgot something!”

He heaved the drink cup at the two boys. It hit one squarely on the forehead. The other began to laugh. Spyder walked up to him and grabbed his coat.

“Next time you two try anything like that, it will be your last prank,” he said glaring at them. “I’m mean it.”

He dropped the boy and they both ran off. Spyder came back over and sat down.

“Thank you,” I said to him as Relina and Doom restarted their conversation. “Why did you do that?”
“My dad taught me not to let things like that happen to a lady,” he replied.

I saw my friend Rosie walking by and asked her to sit with us. As she sat down she asked:
“Who are your handsome friends Ferim?” she smiled devilishly. “Not keeping them to yourself I hope.”
“No not at all Rosie,” I looked at the boy who was with her. “An who is this with you?”
“My name is Asko Erien,” the boy replied. “And you are?”
“Oh sorry!” I said caught off guard. “I’m Ferim Atone and this is my twin sister Relina. And those two are Doomfang and Spyder Reban.”
“Reban?” Asko asked. Doom reached across me.
“Nice to meet you Asko,” he shook Asko’s hand. “A name’s not everything.”
“So it would seem,” Asko said drawing back his hand from a vigorous shaking.

Suddenly the bell went off warning us lunch was over in ten minutes. We all picked up our books and went to class. I found Doom smirking mischievously in the corner of every room I went into. I thought for a while he was trying to get inside my head, then I saw the way he looked at Relina. One day, three months into the semester, it finally caught on.

I was walking with Rosie, who was trying to walk and put on nail polish at the time. I saw Relina and Doom walking on the other side of the caff. I tried calling their names but neither of them heard me. Then Spyder walked up.

“Do you see it too?” he asked.
“See what?” I answered with a puzzled tone.
“You don’t?! Doom has been all over your sister for weeks!” he exclaimed. “I’ve seen this in my other siblings, especially the boys. Doom is in love.”

He and Rosie continued. I stopped dead on at the thought of Relina, my innocent younger twin, having something so serious suddenly thrust upon her shoulders.

Spyder turned around and noticed me standing in the middle of the caff with a look of horror and shock on my face.

“Is something wrong Ferim?” he asked. I couldn’t stop myself from launching myself in to his arms. I began to cry.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.

[Rshadow4]

Elizah + Bailey

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Just outside my cage door there were grunts, both from man and from animal. I opened my eyes groggily and lifted my so I could see what was causing all the noise. The men were carrying a dog down the isle, one holding her waist while the other held her neck and chest. A noisy snort passed through my nostrils and I laid my head back on my paws.

I was one of the only ones that didn't have to share a cage. I was getting along just fine by myself too. No having to share food, no worrying about being attacked in my sleep, no--click! I froze, my green eyes wide in shock at the human at my cage door. It swung open and the dog was tossed in. Just as quickly as the door had opened, it was closed again.

The figure stood up and looked towards me. Her tail was tucked, ears were back, body was shaking, and those odd yellow-green eyes gazed at me in fear.
"Please don't go here. They just cleaned the cages." I said, sounding uninterested as I laid my head back down. She blinked and backed up into the corner, whining softly through her nostrils.
"No no no. This can't be happening. I can't be here!" She cried, cringing against the cold wall. I exhaled a sigh, turned my head towards her, keeping my bored face on. "Just relax."
She nodded once, twice, three times, then slowly lowered herself onto the floor and curled up into a ball. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just looking for food, I..I--" Another whine came from her.

I forced my eyes closed and exhaled steadily. This was why I didn't want a cage mate. It isn't fun having to deal with another animal's drama. I didn't even deal with my own. I sort of already decided that I was going to die here. I accepted it to. Only the pretty dogs get adopted. Not a mutt like me. One eye peeked open and I found myself staring at her.

She would be gone soon. I should tell her that so she would stop crying. I mean, her eyes would attract anyone's attention. They were so bright. And her coat, so soft, that blend of colors. Even in the darkness she looked... Wait. I blinked and snapped my eyes from her. She would be gone soon, I repeated in my head. I can't get attached. Her eyes aren't that pretty. Her fur might not be as soft as it looks. I once again caught myself staring.
Stop it!
I let out an irritated growl, making her jump up, eyes wide on me. I shook my head once and she curled back, her eyes watching me warily. I dropped my gaze and stayed in my frozen position until the barks and howls died down in the background. Sleep fell over the creatures of this prison. Over everyone. Everyone but me. I soundlessly got to my paws and padded towards the cage door. My nails scratched noisily against the cement floor. I poked my muzzle in between two bars and stared blankly up at the ceiling. That's where the moon should be. My heart ached. I dropped down so I was sitting and flattened my ears to my head. A small, soft, almost silently howl passed my lips. I missed home. I had a kid, a sweet boy who I followed everywhere. I lived on a barn. I could nap on the porch, chase chickens all day, swim in the lake, and end my busy day by laying at my boy's feet in his bed and closing my eyes.

My life was perfect. I didn't do anything wrong. What did I do to deserve this?

The words that are going through every sleeping mind in this cold place. I try to be strong and think that everything will be okay. The boy will come back. He'll put my faded green collar on me once again and I'll never have to be locked up in a cage ever again. I'd be free.
Tears formed in my eyes.
Who was I kidding? I was stuck here forever. I would be here until the day I lay my head down and close my eyes for the last time. I would never leave this please. Never never never never...

"It's okay." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned the other way and blinked the tears from my eyes.

"No." My voice was raspy and low. "For you. But not for me." I heard her footsteps, then the soft rustling of her fur. My breath was right next to me.

"Why do you say that?" She asked, trying the best to meet my eyes. I wouldn't let her. She couldn't see the pain I was in, no one can.

"Because I'm an ugly mutt. You're the perfect pet. People want you. People don't want me." I scratched my claws against the hard ground.

"People want you." She defended. I laughed humorlessly and shook my head.

"If people wanted me, I wouldn't be here."

"Neither would I." I laughed again at her words. This time it had a little more feeling. She cracked a small smile and tried again to meet my eyes. I looked at her with one and she smiled a bit more. "Why are people so mean?" She asked, cocking her head.

I couldn't answer that question. Maybe it was in their blood to be cruel to anything lower than them. I decided to change the subject. "What's your name?" I asked, turning my head a little bit more towards her.

"Elizah." She didn't even hesitate. She smiled and her ears twitched. "What's yours?"

The corner of my mouth quircked up in a half smile. "I'm Bailey."

"Well," Elizah moved a little closer. "I think you and I are going to get along real nicely, Bailey."

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[Mura]

@Mura: That story is incredible <33
I am definitely looking forward to reading more. :3

Thanks~ <3

[lorreli.]

lacie ( f ) ----------------------------------- mason ( m )

part one<3

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At that moment, my blood went cold. His tone was hard and serious. My face drained of all color as I whispered, "What do you need to tell me?" I found myself breathing shallowly, gasping almost, as I impatiently awaited his answer. I heard him sigh on the other end, and finally he said, "I have to say for six more months, Lacie. I reinlisted." he said. I felt frozen. Six more months..."Babe, I'm so sorry but...they need me here." he added in a gentler, softer tone. I was holding back tears. "I need you here, too." I whispered. It was all I could manage. I heard him sigh softly again. "Lacie, baby..." he began. But I finally broke down. "Mason!" I sobbed, my breath coming out in short gasps. "We've been seperated for a whole year! I've been worried sick day and night, counting down the days until you were home safe again! I haven't been sleeping, I've been so stressed! What if I prepared the whole wedding, and then I had no groom!? What if you didn't come home to me!? Now you have a chance to come home, and you're going to stay!?" I was letting out all the emotion that I had bottled up inside me for the months and months. I continued on yelling and sobbing into the reciever, my breath coming out in gasps between every phrase. When I was done, breathing heavily and still weeping, I heard nothing but stunned silence on the other line. For what seemed like hours, I waited and waited for a reply. But none came. "Mason...?" I whispered. I waited. Still nothing. Finally, a clearing of the throat. A soft cough. Another sigh. "I have to go now, Lacie." he finally said in a formal tone. I began in hysterics all over again. "Mason! Please don't leave me! Please just come home...I need you!" I sobbed. But, then the line went dead. For the next hour, I sat curled up in a ball, holding the phone and crying. What did this mean? Were we still getting married? Would he even come home...?

For the next few months, I became very withdrawn and subduded. The wedding planning continued, but I had lost interest. The date of the original wedding came and went, and soon I was sent into spiraling depression. I didn't socialize anymore, and I kept to myself in my house most days. I hadn't heard from Mason since the phone call. There were no more phone calls, no letters, nothing. I began wondering if he would reinlist again for the next six months, and just forget about me. I began to convince myself that he was not coming home. I began trying to cope with it all myself, telling myself what all the others told me. It was a one year thing. Many other people had gone for five years before being seperated. They were the ones that were able to handle war. Maybe our relationship just couldn't handle war. Maybe I was wrong. Being apart for a year had changed me. It had also changed him. He had become devoted to his country in the year he had been there. Maybe more devoted to our country then to me...I couldn't bear it. He was the one, and I knew that better they anyone else did. I had waiting my whole life for him. I couldn't just let him go. So, I tried sending him letters. I tried calling. I tried everything that I possibly could do to reach him. But I never got any response, no phone calls, no letters, no nothing. It was like he was never even there...

Then, the phone call came in mid-September, about a month or so before Mason was due home. I ran to grab it, waiting with bated breath, hoping it was him. My heart was racing franticly. "Hello?" I said, out of breath. An unfamilar voice greeted me. "Is this Miss Lacie?" the strange voice asked. My heart plummeted. "This is she." I said, monotone dripping from my voice. Probably just another flower arranger for the wedding. "Are you, by chance, Mr. Mason's fiance?" he asked. My blood froze. "Yes...I am..." I said hesitantly. What did this person want to know about Mason? Why did it matter if I was his fiance? I began to shake nervously, my heart back to racing again. "Miss Lacie, I am a General in the US Army. We have some bad news about your fiance..."

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"At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall.....
If I fall down....."

- my chemical romance - "the ghost of you" -

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lacie ( f ) ----------------------------------- mason ( m )

"The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home"

-"northern downpour" - panic! at the disco -

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My breath caught quickly in my throat and a choked. The general had obviously not heard my breath spasm, so he continued. "Mason was shot a few times on one of our riskier raids - it happened towards the very end of May." he began to explain. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I swallowed a desperate sob. "He was hit once in the knee, and once around his shoulder. The bullet near his shoulder punctured a bit of his lung." the general said. "Are....are you saying he's...?" I began, but my breath caught up in my throat again and I stopped midsentance. The general sighed softly. "Well, no. Not yet, anyway. He's been fighting for these months. We were able to easily dislodge the bullet from his knee, but we had a bit of a harder time with the bullet near the shoulder...our surgeons had to be very careful around that punctured lung. They've still been working on the lung for months now." he said gently. I let out a soft, sorrowful sigh of relief. At least he was still fighting..."Will...will he be coming home?" I finally asked quietly. "Yes. Well, as long as he survives this last surgery. After the last surgery, we will give him about a month to recover and then we'll send him back to the states." he said in an unsure tone. "Do you think he will make it?" I asked earnestly. The general was very hesitant. "Well...we...we can't be sure. He's been in pretty sorry shape since the last surgery. It weakened him greatly. He's unconcious most of the time." My heart sank and the tears began to dribble back down my cheeks. "If he doesn't make it..." I began, but the general interuppted. "We'll let you know." he replied in a soft, reassuring tone. I wiped the wetness from my eyes. "Thank you general." I finally said in a cracked voice, reaching for the end button. "Miss Lacie, wait a moment!" he said urgently. I stopped dead, ready on the button, and waited. "Mason wanted you to know he got all your letters and phone calls. He wanted me to tell you to be strong for him. He wants you to know that he loves you with his heart and soul, and that he is confident he will be standing by your side at the altar in a few months time." the general said in a sorrowful tone. At that, I finally lost it. I began to sob softly. But, I gathered myself to add a request to the general. "Can you...can you just tell him I love him?" I whispered shakily. "I can do that, ma'm." he said. And then, the line went dead. I didn't even bother to hang up the phone before I slid down to the floor, lying in a crumpled heap with tears spilling on the tile floor. He had gotten hurt right after I last spoke to him in May, and I was yelling at him the last time we spoke. How could I ever live with myself knowing that those were the last words I would ever speak to him. I cried myself to sleep on the cold kitchen floor that night, crying for all I had lost. Crying for all I could possibly loose.

The next month was tourtorus. I would wait all day, dreading that the phone would ring and bring my the news that I never wanted to hear. Whenever the phone did ring, my heart banged about in my ribcage as I picked it up, relieved when I discovered it was not the army. The whole month of September, I got no phone calls. October was the same. November was uneventful as well. I began doubting the generals reassuring words. What if they forgot to call when he didn't make it? What if he had not survived the surgery, and I would never know? I began to become desperate for news, any news really. Good or bad. I didn't like being left in the dark - so I became frantic when December hit. Surely they had forgotten? Because he would've been home by now if he survived it, wouldn't he? I began doubting anything I told myself before, that he was coming home. That his final promise to me was true. But it couldn't be. I had a feeling that...he was simply gone. Never would I know the feeling to stand next to him at the altar, feeling love that I had never felt in my life for him. I would never have his child, and I would never have a child with eyes quite like his. Light, forest green. The eyes that I would never look into again. We would never raise children or have grandchildren. We would never grow old together. I would never see his goofy, lopsided smile or hear his aodreable, quirky laugh again. Because he was gone...

It was Christmas Eve. The snow outside was blinding, and the roads were a sheet of black ice. My house was cold and dark, and empty. Except for me. I was supposed to be at my mother's house, celebrating with my family. But what was there to celebrate? Nothing. So, I declined. I stayed home alone, watching the snowstorm unfolding from the safeness of my house, and thinking. This would've been our first Christmas...as a married couple. Our first New Year's too. I would've been blinded by happiness. Maybe I would've been pregnant with our first child. But, all that was simply another fantasy. I watched through the storm as headlights slowing inched their way up my street. They suddenly turned the corner and were gone. I was alone again. As I slowly got up, I could feel the terrible ache of sorrow in the pit of my stomach that had been presant since December. I began to inch towards the stairs, ready to retire for the night. But, I heard a loud knock on my door. A puzzled expression made it's way onto my face - had my mother come to command me to her house. I warily made my way to the large front door, before slowly unlocking it and creaking it open. When I finally swung it open, I couldn't believe my own eyes. There, on my front porch with a soft smile and that loving, gentle gaze was Mason. My eyes were wide and my hand flew to my mouth. My first impulse was to throw myself in his arms, but I recoiled. What about his shoulder? So, I just stood in the doorway and stared, soft joyful tears streaming down my cheeks. He softly chuckled as he advanced forward, taking me into his arms and laying his head softly on my shoulder, stroking my head gently. "Lacie..." he whispered.

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[Lennie]

lacie ( f ) ----------------------------------- mason ( m )
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The. End. <3

Beuatiful, beautiful story. I nearly found myself crying.
Thank you so much for sharing, it was a lovely storyline.

[faraday]

lacie ( f ) ----------------------------------- mason ( m )

part one<3

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At that moment, my blood went cold. His tone was hard and serious. My face drained of all color as I whispered, "What do you need to tell me?" I found myself breathing shallowly, gasping almost, as I impatiently awaited his answer. I heard him sigh on the other end, and finally he said, "I have to say for six more months, Lacie. I reinlisted." he said. I felt frozen. Six more months..."Babe, I'm so sorry but...they need me here." he added in a gentler, softer tone. I was holding back tears. "I need you here, too." I whispered. It was all I could manage. I heard him sigh softly again. "Lacie, baby..." he began. But I finally broke down. "Mason!" I sobbed, my breath coming out in short gasps. "We've been seperated for a whole year! I've been worried sick day and night, counting down the days until you were home safe again! I haven't been sleeping, I've been so stressed! What if I prepared the whole wedding, and then I had no groom!? What if you didn't come home to me!? Now you have a chance to come home, and you're going to stay!?" I was letting out all the emotion that I had bottled up inside me for the months and months. I continued on yelling and sobbing into the reciever, my breath coming out in gasps between every phrase. When I was done, breathing heavily and still weeping, I heard nothing but stunned silence on the other line. For what seemed like hours, I waited and waited for a reply. But none came. "Mason...?" I whispered. I waited. Still nothing. Finally, a clearing of the throat. A soft cough. Another sigh. "I have to go now, Lacie." he finally said in a formal tone. I began in hysterics all over again. "Mason! Please don't leave me! Please just come home...I need you!" I sobbed. But, then the line went dead. For the next hour, I sat curled up in a ball, holding the phone and crying. What did this mean? Were we still getting married? Would he even come home...?

For the next few months, I became very withdrawn and subduded. The wedding planning continued, but I had lost interest. The date of the original wedding came and went, and soon I was sent into spiraling depression. I didn't socialize anymore, and I kept to myself in my house most days. I hadn't heard from Mason since the phone call. There were no more phone calls, no letters, nothing. I began wondering if he would reinlist again for the next six months, and just forget about me. I began to convince myself that he was not coming home. I began trying to cope with it all myself, telling myself what all the others told me. It was a one year thing. Many other people had gone for five years before being seperated. They were the ones that were able to handle war. Maybe our relationship just couldn't handle war. Maybe I was wrong. Being apart for a year had changed me. It had also changed him. He had become devoted to his country in the year he had been there. Maybe more devoted to our country then to me...I couldn't bear it. He was the one, and I knew that better they anyone else did. I had waiting my whole life for him. I couldn't just let him go. So, I tried sending him letters. I tried calling. I tried everything that I possibly could do to reach him. But I never got any response, no phone calls, no letters, no nothing. It was like he was never even there...

Then, the phone call came in mid-September, about a month or so before Mason was due home. I ran to grab it, waiting with bated breath, hoping it was him. My heart was racing franticly. "Hello?" I said, out of breath. An unfamilar voice greeted me. "Is this Miss Lacie?" the strange voice asked. My heart plummeted. "This is she." I said, monotone dripping from my voice. Probably just another flower arranger for the wedding. "Are you, by chance, Mr. Mason's fiance?" he asked. My blood froze. "Yes...I am..." I said hesitantly. What did this person want to know about Mason? Why did it matter if I was his fiance? I began to shake nervously, my heart back to racing again. "Miss Lacie, I am a General in the US Army. We have some bad news about your fiance..."

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"At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall.....
If I fall down....."

- my chemical romance - "the ghost of you" -

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lacie ( f ) ----------------------------------- mason ( m )

"The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home"

-"northern downpour" - panic! at the disco -

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My breath caught quickly in my throat and a choked. The general had obviously not heard my breath spasm, so he continued. "Mason was shot a few times on one of our riskier raids - it happened towards the very end of May." he began to explain. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I swallowed a desperate sob. "He was hit once in the knee, and once around his shoulder. The bullet near his shoulder punctured a bit of his lung." the general said. "Are....are you saying he's...?" I began, but my breath caught up in my throat again and I stopped midsentance. The general sighed softly. "Well, no. Not yet, anyway. He's been fighting for these months. We were able to easily dislodge the bullet from his knee, but we had a bit of a harder time with the bullet near the shoulder...our surgeons had to be very careful around that punctured lung. They've still been working on the lung for months now." he said gently. I let out a soft, sorrowful sigh of relief. At least he was still fighting..."Will...will he be coming home?" I finally asked quietly. "Yes. Well, as long as he survives this last surgery. After the last surgery, we will give him about a month to recover and then we'll send him back to the states." he said in an unsure tone. "Do you think he will make it?" I asked earnestly. The general was very hesitant. "Well...we...we can't be sure. He's been in pretty sorry shape since the last surgery. It weakened him greatly. He's unconcious most of the time." My heart sank and the tears began to dribble back down my cheeks. "If he doesn't make it..." I began, but the general interuppted. "We'll let you know." he replied in a soft, reassuring tone. I wiped the wetness from my eyes. "Thank you general." I finally said in a cracked voice, reaching for the end button. "Miss Lacie, wait a moment!" he said urgently. I stopped dead, ready on the button, and waited. "Mason wanted you to know he got all your letters and phone calls. He wanted me to tell you to be strong for him. He wants you to know that he loves you with his heart and soul, and that he is confident he will be standing by your side at the altar in a few months time." the general said in a sorrowful tone. At that, I finally lost it. I began to sob softly. But, I gathered myself to add a request to the general. "Can you...can you just tell him I love him?" I whispered shakily. "I can do that, ma'm." he said. And then, the line went dead. I didn't even bother to hang up the phone before I slid down to the floor, lying in a crumpled heap with tears spilling on the tile floor. He had gotten hurt right after I last spoke to him in May, and I was yelling at him the last time we spoke. How could I ever live with myself knowing that those were the last words I would ever speak to him. I cried myself to sleep on the cold kitchen floor that night, crying for all I had lost. Crying for all I could possibly loose.

The next month was tourtorus. I would wait all day, dreading that the phone would ring and bring my the news that I never wanted to hear. Whenever the phone did ring, my heart banged about in my ribcage as I picked it up, relieved when I discovered it was not the army. The whole month of September, I got no phone calls. October was the same. November was uneventful as well. I began doubting the generals reassuring words. What if they forgot to call when he didn't make it? What if he had not survived the surgery, and I would never know? I began to become desperate for news, any news really. Good or bad. I didn't like being left in the dark - so I became frantic when December hit. Surely they had forgotten? Because he would've been home by now if he survived it, wouldn't he? I began doubting anything I told myself before, that he was coming home. That his final promise to me was true. But it couldn't be. I had a feeling that...he was simply gone. Never would I know the feeling to stand next to him at the altar, feeling love that I had never felt in my life for him. I would never have his child, and I would never have a child with eyes quite like his. Light, forest green. The eyes that I would never look into again. We would never raise children or have grandchildren. We would never grow old together. I would never see his goofy, lopsided smile or hear his aodreable, quirky laugh again. Because he was gone...

It was Christmas Eve. The snow outside was blinding, and the roads were a sheet of black ice. My house was cold and dark, and empty. Except for me. I was supposed to be at my mother's house, celebrating with my family. But what was there to celebrate? Nothing. So, I declined. I stayed home alone, watching the snowstorm unfolding from the safeness of my house, and thinking. This would've been our first Christmas...as a married couple. Our first New Year's too. I would've been blinded by happiness. Maybe I would've been pregnant with our first child. But, all that was simply another fantasy. I watched through the storm as headlights slowing inched their way up my street. They suddenly turned the corner and were gone. I was alone again. As I slowly got up, I could feel the terrible ache of sorrow in the pit of my stomach that had been presant since December. I began to inch towards the stairs, ready to retire for the night. But, I heard a loud knock on my door. A puzzled expression made it's way onto my face - had my mother come to command me to her house. I warily made my way to the large front door, before slowly unlocking it and creaking it open. When I finally swung it open, I couldn't believe my own eyes. There, on my front porch with a soft smile and that loving, gentle gaze was Mason. My eyes were wide and my hand flew to my mouth. My first impulse was to throw myself in his arms, but I recoiled. What about his shoulder? So, I just stood in the doorway and stared, soft joyful tears streaming down my cheeks. He softly chuckled as he advanced forward, taking me into his arms and laying his head softly on my shoulder, stroking my head gently. "Lacie..." he whispered.

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The. End. <3

D'awww, so sweet<3

[micah]

x.x.x.

"I am not a robot," She bawled--all I could do was try to set her settings to low. "You're... You're messing with my feelings again, aren't you?!"

"I--uh, well, yes, but it's all for the best--"

"Quit it! I wanna..." Her hysteric sobs cut in. "I wanna be normal..."

I couldn't say anything, so, I just sat.

"I want to be like you." She 'cried', oil spilling out of the corner of her glass eyes.