The Other Side of Me ~ Part 2I began to shake, trying to get myself back to normal, but failing as I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up to a gruesome smile and press the sword down harder, leaving a fine cut on Miseour Chair's neck.He squirmed beneath me, trying to get free, and a nervous sweat was shown on his forehead. "S-STEPHANO STOP!!""I-Im tryi- I'LL NEVER STOP UNTIL YOUR ALL DEAD!" I screamed, HIM taking over before I could finished what I could say.Im trying Miseour Chair.. I really am.. BUT I WANT YOU ALL DEAD SOME ONE HELP US! DIEThis eternal conflict was driving me insane.. Even more than I already was.. But I had to keep fighting, for Miseou
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 5 I slowly started to pick up my sword, grip tight. Pewdie looked at me, gulped, then made a run for it. He ran out of the room faster than he ran when a bro was chasing him.. I seathed my sword again and stored it in the closet. "What the hell.. I was just putting it away..." I said. Why was he running? I loved the man, I wouldn't hurt him. Why hurt someone who once made you happy, so high on natural ectasy that you thought the world stopped just for you? I wiped some of the blood off my face as I walked down the room, as Pewdie ran away screaming, locking himself in the basement. I sighed and rolled my eyes at my foolishness.. "Pewdie! P
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 7 The days shortened, and the wedding date grew closer and closer, until the day came. I layed in bed in a deep slumber. Pewdie was so axnious last night, we stayed up all night, and both of us were exhausted. This sleep is what we needed. My blank, black slumber started to slowly fade to a dream, so realistic I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. It was me and Pewdie, at the altar. He slid the golden ring onto my finger, it almost blending in with me. I smiled down at our hands, and slipped his ring on his finger, kissing it gently. "You may now kiss the bride." said the preacher, smiling. Pewdie slowly leaned in as I chuckled,
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 2 "Stephano, come back!" The Swede yelled as I walked from our house. I ignored him and kept my face down to hide my tears. "Stephano, please, forgive me!" I stopped in my tracks and turned around, facing him. "Forgive you? Forgive you!" I began to laugh a little at his foolishness. "Why would I forgive you! You toyed with me, you used me!" I began walking torwards him slowly as I kept going on with my rant. "I actually LOVED you! I had chances to sleep with tons of other people, fangirls begging for kisses, but you know what! I told them no, cause I had a fiancee! I resisted the urge to run off with others to satisfy my own needs, and I kep
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 3 I stormed down the streets, keeping my head low, hoping other people wouldn't notice me. I kept looking around for Piggeh's house, I wasn't going to let this go that easy. My feet heavily clanged against the pavement as I stomped to Piggeh's house, observing others, and turning my head away everytime I saw a happy couple. I envyed them, remembering how my relationship was like that, until this dramatic fall out. I walked up to Piggeh's door and knocked, making sure he heard. He opened the door a crack, then his eyes dialted with fear as he saw it was me, slamming the door in my face and locking it with extreme speed. I pounded on the door
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 6His eyes watered more, and he held my hands tighter. "I didn't mean to! I swear, I was thinking of you.. Just please, don't leave me Stephano! Think about every one else!" he pleaded. I sighed, and held his hands back. "I know.. Everyone else.. But I already killed someone, what about that? It already messes up the wedding enough." He looked down, thinking. I looked away in shame, remembering the cold murder. "We'll do something.. We'll find a way.." he said, lifting our hands up. "But the first step to fixing it all is to forgive me, and be my Stephy," he snuggled into my chest. "And let me be your Mi Amour.." His constant begging for
Say You'll Remember~ The thunk on the Swede's head was loud enough to be heard through the whole castle. The Barrel hit him hard with the plank, and smirked as he watched him fall face first to the ground, a small puddle of blood forming around him as his wedding ring fell off his finger. But his smirk easily melted away as he looked up, seing the shining golden statue there, arms crossed. The Barrel dropped the plank onto the Swede and ran away as fast as he could. Stephano looked down at his husband, who was unconscious on the stone ground. He tore a peice of the golden fabric off his tunic, and wrapped it around the gash lovingly, and carried his husband to
Cry LogicFrom Drunk Cry Reads: Ok-Su Station Ghost~"All women are bad unless their good. Then they are good."Couldnt of said it better..