by pappuppy » Tue May 15, 2012 12:21 pm
Fiji...
I jump down from the helicopter, my new style of short hair whipping around and in my face as I feel sick to my stomach. I feel my legs moving forward without my command, the thought of Russia killing my sister driving me. I can see it..
Him..
His silky blonde hair, that tiny curl.
His gentle violet eyes, like little flower petals, innoncence radiating.
I suddenly stop, ten feet away, only a motionless figure to his view as tears sprung to my eyes, and sweat slicked the grip that I had on my machete. I bite my lip and swallow as I feel like vomiting again.
'i can't do this! I can't!' I think rapidly as I stare at him...
Blood flashing through my head as I think of what may happen..
If he resisted...
Suddenly I'm dashing. I have no control. My eyes are hollow and sad at the same time as I know what my intentions are full well..
I come behind Cananda in a deadly silence and lock my arms beneath the crooks of his, and in one swift motion have the blade of my weapon pressed firmly to his adams apple.
I breath out shakily, my warm breath trailing over his skin as a small sob shook my body.
"Matthew Williams... Country of Canada. From here on out you are a providence of Russian Territory." I say in a deep, manly voice, hoping to conceal myself,"U-Unless you resist, in which case I shall be forced to kill you here and now and take what is left of your land for Russia." I choke out, the last part causing me to squeak and cough, as I wanted nothig more than to burn out my own tongue for saying such cowardly things to my love.

❝Is it true? True love only exists in fairytales?❞
