15minuteficlets: Word #85

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@ 2004-12-12 12:19:00

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Word #85
Please post a link here to your ficlet, but ficlets in comments are fine as well. If you do write the ficlet on your own page, please put the word behind an lj-cut tag (or hidden in some way), so as not to spoil anyone for the word.

Word for today is: Painful.

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	sarajayechan 2004-12-12 07:39 pm UTC (link)
	Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword Untitled Sometimes, you just can't bring yourself to hate someone no matter how nasty they are. (Reply to this)

tainted4life
2004-12-12 08:10 pm UTC (link)

Title: "Nere"
("Mine")
Author:
Fandom: Original (Shadows Duology AGAIN, damnit!)
Words: 329
Time: 15 Minutes

When he whispered, "nere" in her ear, she didn't want to correct him. She didn't want to inform that technically, he belonged to her, not the other way around. He was Vabren; she was Pure Balreqiean. It could never be any different. He was Vabren. She was Pure Balreqiean, and the Solaine of her House. Someday, she would be the Marqi of House Monteqiel and the Duchesse of Atlantiq.

She loved him. She really did. It was painful to have to remind him that in the eyes of the Pure Balreqieans, he was a consort, no matter what Modern Balreqiean law said. No matter what Vabren custom said.

But because she loved him, she had to. Because he would never be able to claim the legal rights of a husband, and it would be cruel to let him think so. His children would not inherit Atlantiq. His eldest son would not become the Solan and then Marq of House Monteqiel.

So when he whispered "nere" in her ear, she turned away. She stayed silent, so that she would not tell him what he did not wish to hear.

But she turned away, and she fled down the halls of her ancestral home. The train of her heavy black gown made rustling sounds against the wooden floors.

Behind her, he whispered again the word that rent her soul in twain, and she fled even faster. She became a mere shadow in the dark halls of the house she knew so perfectly. Every step she took, every echo of that whisper, every footstep that resounded so quietly in the halls as he followed her, entrenched the pain deeper.

Someday, she vowed as she smoothed that heavy skirt beneath the dropped-V waist and unlocked the third floor corridor with a bronze key, she would tell him. But it did not have to be tonight. It did not have to be tonight.

When he opened the door, she let the black dress fall.

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irishvampire13
2004-12-12 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Title: 'Vicious Cycle'
Author: IV13
Fandom: Original (partially based on true events)

There's this man who falls passionately in love with a woman. He's completely devoted to her, would give up everything for her happiness. But, one way or another, he loses her. The loss is brutal, and crushing. Heartbroken past all consolation, he decides never to love again.

Years later, he comes across another woman, who has vowed never to love. Period. She doesn't even know what love is; only that she does not want it. Somehow, the jaded, emotionally beaten man takes the inexperienced, untrusting young woman under his wing, and they teach each other love.

Now, she is as devoted to him as he once was to his long-lost beloved. But she knows that, as much as he cares for her now, she will never take the other woman's place. The loss cuts too deeply, and he will forever search for her, trying every face in the crowd to see if he can find her again and make up for lost time.

One day, she knows that she will lose him. She adores a man that she will never truly have. Oh, he loves her, and would do anything for her. But she's not what his heart longs for, and she has no choice but to accept that. But she remains true to him, regardless.

And she always will. Forever, she will love the man that she has already lost. No other man will ever mean to her what this man does. She will never feel this passion and devotion for another.

Maybe some day, years from now, she will take a man to her heart, and teach him the lessons that her beloved has taught her. But he will remain foremost in her heart and mind. She will wander eternally, hoping and praying that she will find him again.

And so the vicious cycle continues.

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	dementedina 2004-12-12 09:55 pm UTC (link)
	FOR:15minuteficlets Title:Snap Genre:Angst/Drama Fandom:Original Words:578 Linkie! (Reply to this)

	cosmorific 2004-12-12 09:59 pm UTC (link)
	Title: And They Don't Lose Any Sleep at Night Fandom: "Goodbye Earl," by the Dixie Chicks Pairing: Mary Ann/Wanda, implied Earl/Wanda Rating: R Warnings: implied femmeslash, domestic violence, murder Link is here. (Reply to this)

	sayianchild86 2004-12-12 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Seen Not Heard Fandom: Case Closed Rated: PG-13 Genre: Angst Words: 385 (Reply to this)

zilly14
2004-12-12 10:31 pm UTC (link)

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon's the genius, not me.

Title: Ascension
Fandom: BtVS, AU S3 finale Graduation Day - Buffy gets poisoned instead of Angel. Angel talks with the Scoobies.
Rating: PG
Word count: 100

I was with her until the very end. I held her hand, stroked her hair...

She told me that there was a way. A way to cure her. I asked her how, and she said… to kill her. Make her a vampire. She was delirious. The poison, it was messing with her head...

I never left her side. I wouldn't... I couldn't. She eventually closed her eyes and breathed one last time...

It's painful... almost unbearable. But we have to go on. The Mayor is going to ascend, unless we stop him. It's what Buffy would want us to do.

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	bashipforever 2004-12-13 12:13 am UTC (link)
	sniffle re-reads and upgrades that to a sob Very nice job and quite painful. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	zilly14 2004-12-13 01:59 am UTC (link)
	Glad you thought it was good. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	deconstructlj 2004-12-12 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	Title: The Taxi Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: PG Genre: Angst/Romance Pairings: George Weasley/??? Words: 638 Posted: here. (Reply to this)

	nieded 2004-12-13 12:26 am UTC (link)
	Title: Shell Author: nieded Pairing: None --> from HP Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as they belong to JK Rowling. I am just... using them temporarily. mmm... Notes: For community 15minuteficlets. These was written very quickly (obviously) and so... Yeah. It's just a 400 words or so mass of angst. Enjoy. (Reply to this)

	makrothumia 2004-12-13 01:01 am UTC (link)
	Title: Ska Orchestra Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: PG ( this is draco x ginny, by the way ) Word Count: 316 Time: 12 minutes and approx. 50 seconds (I think it is a bit less, but I'm not sure. I forgot to check the clock right after I finished... ) (Reply to this)

	edenfalling 2004-12-13 01:43 am UTC (link)
	Title: Different Worlds Fandom: Harry Potter Summary: The right torture for the right person. (Reply to this)

lady_smith
2004-12-13 04:44 am UTC (link)

Title: Growing Pains
Fandom: Matrix
Characters: Smith!Bane, Malachi, Ballard
Synopsis: It begins shortly after he opens his eyes on board the ship. He immediately closes them, because the smell has just hit his nostrils and it's everything he can do not to gag. Smith's first hours on the Caduceus.
Rating: R for violece and mature themes, including self-inflicted cuts.

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leila_dessler
2004-12-13 06:00 am UTC (link)

Title: Nothing Special
Fandom: Blade Trinity
Character/Pairing: Hannibal King/hints of Hannibal/Abigail
Rating: PG-13
Time: 16 minutes (an extra minute is allowed, so I'm still posting it here)
Words: 461

NOTHING SPECIAL

It was a routine mission. A simple, clean job that could be dealt with swiftly. Nothing special. Hannibal and Abigail had tackled tougher. They could handle three newly turned werewolves who couldn’t even control their change. It was nothing special, just a quick hunt to take out killers the police weren’t able to take down.
We never even suspected it could end up dirty. Perhaps that was the problem. We were cocky. Not cocky in the way I’ve always been, loudly arrogant and snarky. Cocky in the sense that it had become to much of a job, not a mission. We had fallen into a routine of always winning.
And why not? Hell, we helped Blade, the greatest vampire hunter ever pretty much, take down Drake - Dracula, Dagon, Gilgamesh. We didn’t play that big a part, but we were necessary. And we helped Blade tike Drake down - mainly Abby, of course.
So why shouldn’t she feel cocky?
Because cocky equals sloppy.
We’d underestimated our targets. It wasn’t three. It was four. The fourth being the one who had turned them, older and who could harness his lycanthropic strength even when the moon wasn’t even visible in the clear sky.
He showed up as we kill off the second of our intended targets. Next thing I know, I’m on the ground with a gaping wound in my side. He was going to kill me. Because I’d gotten cocky - I allowed us to forget the risks.
Abigail, the Whistler of the Nightstalkers, my little, hellion, she saved my ass. Again. She did that more times than I can count.
Clean shot, efficient kill. Just like her. Just like always. Nothing special about the kill, nothing special about the shot.
My side was covered in blood. My wound burned. My brain kept telling me that to move would only bring pain. Pain is, painful. I don’t like pain. But I knew there was another one to kill. And I knew Abigail could take care of herself, but I should help her. I always help her.
I watched her die.
I killed the werewolf as Abigail fell to the ground limply, silver bullet embedding in its brain as the punk mutt dropped a knife. Like the one that cut open my side. But it didn’t cut Abigail open. It sliced through her heart.
That wild heart. That heart I wanted to own and in some ways did. That werewolf destroyed it.
I held her. I held her as her blood seeped out and life faded away completely. I held her as I cried.
She helped kill Dracula. She was the daughter of Abraham Whistler. She had fought beside Blade. She had saved me.
It was nothing special. It was painful.

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Mine this time is really short because the phone rang twice...

cupkeyk
2004-12-13 07:04 pm UTC (link)

My innards scramble as it seems that I am ripped apart as you ease into me. I feel you in my solar plexus. (What is a solar plexus anyway? And why am I sure that you have touched me there?) My diaphram squeeze at my lungs and every last ounce of air is squeezed out of my chest. I look at you, peeking through my slowly unshutting eyes. I blink and I could hear my eyelids flapping like panicked pigeons at the park. The world is a million times more vivid, yet I see nothing but you.

There is a painful ring radiating through my loins screaming at the tiny pleasure’s song. The pain tries to drown the pleasure, but then I realise that I have never been so empty, I want all of you swimming in my vastness.

I scream, “Move!”

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nirvana_21
2004-12-14 01:37 am UTC (link)

TITLE: Painful Love
GENRE: HP: James/Lily (angsty @ the end)
RATING:PG-13
TIME:14 mins.

It's painful to think about him now, but there was once a time when it was anything but painful. I was obsessed. His eyes controlled my movements and actions as so many people before me probably were. I obsessed over his face, his body, his lips. His lips tasted like chocolate, his toungue like cherries. His movement was so fluid like that I began to suspect that there was something more to this raven-haired crush of mine.

He reminded me of lillies, my namesake. Lillies are tall and beautiful, yet have such a dark backround that it is shrouded behind this. He was like this except instead of a dark name his dark past was me.

I didn't deserve such a great guy in my life. Wait, I take that back. He was the reason my heart broke into pieces today. He broke my heart; he doesn't deserve me!

To think of him makes me sick to my stomach, yet full of butterflies. He is possibly the only person who could make me hate him and love him at the same time.

James Potter is the reason of my heartbreak and joy. James is my suicidal love. He is the reason I hurt myself today. He is the reason I died inside today.

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	clez_ficlets 2004-12-15 12:04 am UTC (link)
	Title: Thorn Fandom: LXG Character: Tom Sawyer Rating: PG-13 Genre: General/Drama (Reply to this)

l a m e n t

cephiedvariable
2004-12-15 03:00 am UTC (link)

Title: Lament
Inspired By: An original story, Ryuuguu
Rating: PG

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You've never felt pain like this. Staring out over the land as it burns. Flames as red and gold and orange as autumn trees, you can almost convince yourself the leaves have simply turned color and when winter comes there will still be life weaving in and out between the forests and the mountains.

Your world is on fire, your future is burning to the ground and in the end you realize that it is all your fault.

You've never felt pain like this before. It grabs your heart, icy and gnarled and chokes the life out of you. You're climbing a slope, but it's raining and there are no footholds for you to grab onto. Below you the water is rising and soon you will drown in a sea of your own shallow regrets.

You've never felt pain like this before. You've never questioned the dance, wondered if you've mistepped or missed a beat or played the wrong song to begin with. You've never felt pain like this before- it's called remorse.

Sing your lament while the candle flickers. In the darkness you will find yourself alone.

No one will believe your regrets are sincere when you're kneeling before them with blood on your hands. There is no forgiveness you can ask for. You've fallen off the edge- this is your end of the line and there's a world of could have beens between here and there. Don't torture yourself, you've chosen your path and you're walking it now, the only shock comes from how quickly you've reached the end.

It's not so bad. Close your eyes against the light before it blinds you. You recieve the mercy you've given, your dreams were fragile and not your own. To bad no one believes your excuses anymore, spiderweb words that were not your own.

Sing your lament as the candle flickers. In the darkness you will find yourself atoned.

Don't feel too bad. No one wants to die.

end.

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christhiane
2004-12-15 12:21 pm UTC (link)

Author: Jalita/Christhiane
Title: Changing Moment
Rating: G
Fandom: Well, mainly original, but unfortunatly, Chris Groban.
Challenge: [Bad username: 15minuteficlets />, <a href=]Word 85</a>
Disclaimer: I do not own Chris Groban, everything that stands here is COMPLETLY fictional.
Author's/Artist's Notes: I did some editing, because my keyboard started acting up. You could not tell what was written. Also, I usualy don't write with real people in mind, but because of the Josh Groban concert a couple of days ago, I think about it all the time. =D
Feedback: Yes please.

Changing Moment

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	christhiane 2004-12-15 12:22 pm UTC (link)
	bleh, sorry about the challenge mistake. I forgot a "... (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Late, but still in! miyuki_mina 2004-12-15 01:49 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Struggling through the Pain Fandom: Guilty Gear Character/Pairing: Frederick/Sol Badguy, Ky Kiske. Not really Sol/Ky, though... Synopsis: Ky got himself injured in a battle agains the Gears, trying to save Sol. Sol doesn't want to owe him his life... Rating: PG-13 for some violence. Struggling Through the Pain (Reply to this)

	cyrnelle 2004-12-16 06:49 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Fragments Fandom: Disgaea: Hour of Darkness Rating: PG-ish? Characters: Laharl, Etna, Flonne, and guest appearances by the others Spoilers, especially for the final chapter of the game. (Reply to this)

	first time splitpea 2004-12-17 12:08 am UTC (link)
	Title: The Devil's Dragon Author: Robin CF Fandom: Harry Potter Time Limit: 15 minutes Challenge prompt: one word "Painful" Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, mentions of: Lucius' parents, Harry Potter Word Count: 410 (Reply to this)

	meltyoudown 2004-12-17 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Title: There's Less To Say Fandom: Garden State/Closer Pairing: Large/Alice Rating: PG-13 http://www.livejournal.com/users/meltyoudown/21224.html#cutid2 (Reply to this)

bohemian__storm
2004-12-17 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Title: Stupid Canada
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: RayK/Fraser - friendship
Rating: G

"Ow." He waits for a reaction and when he gets none, he tries again. "Ow, ow, OW. OW."

"Ray," Fraser says patiently. "I do realize how painful this must be, but we need to disinfect this. It's a very deep cut."

"Ow," he mutters sulkily, holding out his leg again for Fraser to work on.

When Ray had said he wanted an adventure that just might end in death, he certainly hadn't meant an adventure that might end in death and included horribly painful injuries suffered at the hands of a drunk man in a local pub.

"Stupid Canada."

Fraser looks up at him, smiling just a little. "Now, Ray, it's hardly Canada's fault that you picked a fight with a large drunk man."

"I didn't like the looks of him," he says. It's a good thing he's sitting down or the loss of blood combined with the nine beers he had earlier probably would be causing him to pass out right about now. He leans to one side as it is, slumping against the wall.

"Yes, Ray, I know."

"He was ... bad!" he declares angrily. "I saw that glint in his eye. And lookit what he did to me, Frase. Gashed open my leg. Whadda bastard. We need to arrest him and send him to jail in Chicago and Welsh'll take care of him for me. Let's go back and arrest him. I have my cuffs still. Somewhere. I think I mighta lost them when I tipped the dogsled that one time."

Fraser wraps a bandage around the deep cut on Ray's calf and tears a strip of tape off with his teeth. "What you need, Ray, is a good night of sleep. Can you walk?"

"Yeah, yeah. I can walk." He stands and puts weight on his injured leg without thinking, but Fraser's there to hold him up. He smiles stupidly and thinks, I can always count on Fraser. Good ol' Fraser and god, he's had too much to drink and he thinks he's going to be sick.

"Frase ... don't mean to alarm you, but I'm gonna ..." He groans, tries to walk and winces.

"It's too painful to walk on just yet," Fraser says, grabbing Ray's arm again. "What do you need?"

"Restroom," he says.

Fraser looks at him and his eyes widen. "Oh, yes. You look ... well, we'll just find you a washroom."

"I look what?" He stops walking and looks at Fraser.

"Well, to be honest, Ray, you look quite ill."

"Oh." Ray nods. "Yeah. I feel kinda sick."

"A washroom would be prudent, then."

"Yeah, prudent."

As they stumble toward the restroom, Fraser holding him up, his arm around his waist, Ray thinks that there isn't anyone else in the entire world he'd rather have with him on such a night.

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lilypeters
2004-12-20 02:03 am UTC (link)

Title: An Arrow To the Heart
Author: Roxy Parkington
Fandom: Pokemon, original character piece
Summary: After all this time, it was still an arrow to his heart to lose her. Joey Hale reflects on life four years after A Greenfield Christmas takes place.

When you're young and carefree, as Joey Hale once was, childhood is eternity. Your father never forgets to hug you before he goes off to work, your mother is always there to tuck you in, and your little sister is always there to look up to you and give you hugs...even if you don't need them. This was the essence of childhood for Joey, and he was sure it would never end.

Until one simple mistake by his sister, his best friend in the entire world, changed everything. He was nine, she was merely five.

Professor Spencer Hale had been called to look at a hidden chamber with some new clues about the Unown the night before he disappeared. Molly was too young to understand what exactly their father was researching, but Joey knew: a way to bring their mother, Crystal, back. She had disappeared seemingly into thin air three years before while studying the Unown herself, and Spencer had yet to find her. Meanwhile, life at the mansion had returned to normal, the children had moved on, and Dad was just going out for another night of work.

Or so Joey thought as he fell asleep that night, the sounds of the Ultra Ball Championship on television and Molly's soft breathing in the room across from him serving as background noise. He would be back, Skyler would leave, and everything would be okay.

"Joey, Joey!" The boy was awoken the next morning by the soft, excited rap of his sister's fist at the door combined with her voice. She creaked open the door and dashed over to his beside, grinning from ear to ear, fully dressed.

"What is it, sis?" he asked sleepily, still not truly awake. Molly only responded by grinning wider.

"Papa's home! I just saw the car!" Joey rubbed his eyes; now that was worth waking up for. Molly went outside his room to wait while he dressed, and he joined her minutes later.

"Race you!" Joey challenged playfully.

"You're on!" With those final words of daring, brother and sister hurried down the stairs, their breathing heavy as they anxiously counted the seconds until Spencer was home.

"Papa, I saw the car and-" Molly began.

"Dad, you're home!" Joey exclaimed joyfully, but their chatter was cut off by the sight of Skyler and Franz, their butler, sitting at the dining room table. Joey gulped, a painful feeling that reminded him of ice creeping through his throat.

"Molly...Joey," Skyler said softly, his eyes sorrowful.

"I should tell them," Franz interrupted softly.

The rest of that day, and that night for that matter, was a blur. Dad was gone too, and there was nothing either of them could do to change it. Later that night is when it all started: Molly's tears, the unleashing of the Unown, and their screams of terror as Joey was lifted into the air and away from all he knew.

Molly was unaware of the consequences, but Joey knew that all she wanted was Papa's return. For all he knew, she could be dead...

Joey fought the lump in his throat again, wanting to fall asleep again and forget those harrowing memories. After all this time, it was still an arrow to the heart to lose her.

~Roxy~

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	sethoz_fics 2004-12-20 04:40 pm UTC (link)
	Title: Man and Beast:- To Slay a Beast Fandom: LXG Rating: PG Genre: Action/Advernure/Angst Word Count: 881 Time: 14 minutes Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sethoz_fics/391.html#cutid1 (Reply to this)

dismantlinglily
2004-12-25 02:56 am UTC (link)

Title: Scream Machine
Fandom: HP, MWPP
Rating: R for suicide
Genre: Angst
word count: 731
time: some where around 15 min.

Arabella:

This was suppose to be the least painful. This would get it done anyways. It had to. It had to get it done painlessly, because there was too much pain in the world. There was the pain we all knew behind James inevitable death, there was Lucius’ pain from some unknown cause, the pain that drove him closer to his deathbed on liquor. There was Sirius and Remus, Peter, Narcissia’s. Everyone was living in this bleak tired world of pain. Lily, my best friend was crawling along some self-destructive route of hell, dragging herself further from me and James and everyone she could have cared about. There’s too much pain, and I’m at the center of it. This had to be the painless end.

I slipped to rope, made of Lily and I’s bed linens around my neck. I stood tall, rolling my shoulders back. This is how Lucius, Lily, even James stood. With that proud, graceful defiance. I stared down from the branch I stood upon. I remember Lily crying into my shoulder under this tree. I remember Lucius’ drunken ramblings, and abusive behavior towards Lily, under this tree, with everyone watching. I remember James’ face when Lily didn’t call out to him for help, but accepted it like a kicked dog. All this pain. Some where far away I almost called up the laughter and dancing of someone, the kisses and games. But I couldn’t. All this pain. I tilted my chin up and stepped forward in perfect poise.

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Sirius:

I could have loved her, but now, in this painful, aching way, I hate her. This wasn’t fair, isn’t fair. Why did I have to find her, her empty body. James and Remus had followed, Peter bringing Lily. She’s so selfish, taking her self out of this war stricken world, right when all of us could have used her as an ally. She was so fucking perfect to. Too perfect. Too painfully perfect. I loved her, her dark cloud of hair, her soft spoken humor. I loved her, but now I realize the truth. She was too fucking perfect to sustain living among us. I hate her. As painful as that is, I hate her.

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James:

I cut her down. I should have realized earlier. If I had been keeping up with Lily, I would have known. This is Lily’s fault, Lily’s…God she’s screaming. She's screaming her pretty little head off. Screaming at Bella. Ever since I cut her down, ever since her body fell onto the ground in the same grace as always, she’s been screaming. The tears are just starting to come, the panics breaking through. She’s hitting her, she’s breathing into her mouth, and she’s thumping her in the chest. Every spell she knows never came to use. She’s just hitting her, throwing her small form into it over and over again.

How painful for Bella. I find myself saying. Stupid, stupid me. She’s dead. She’ll never feel again. She’ll never feel how cold the world is, how painful the heart break is. How cruel a loved one’s death is. Lily’s still hitting her, screaming crying.

“NO ARIA, NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!! NOT…LIKE…THIS!!! YOU’RE NOT LEAVING ME ALONE ! ALONE! DAMN IT ARIA WAKE UP!!”
Hitting her again and again. Over and over and over. We all fall down. Lily’s falling down. Arabella fell from her tree cradle and all.

“Shhhh, Lily, stop. Please stop,” She’s hitting her over and over, pounding as hard as she can onto Bella’s empty chest. The rope left wounds around her neck. Bloods coming from her lips. I can see Remus turning away, Peter clutching his stomach sick.
Sirius is staring hard, tears running down his face. Lucius and Narcissia are standing back. Narcissia at least has the decency to cry. Lucius is stone still, a thin line of lips showing only.

Lily’s still screaming her head off, her breath coming in short gasps as her crying takes over. Hitting Bella harder, sobbing her curses into the sky. She won’t stop. She’ll never stop again. Not until she meets the same end. The same bloody painful end.
Scream, my beautiful little girl, she your lungs out, because it doesn’t matter anymore. The pain never matters any more.

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	Perforation redwolfoz 2004-12-25 02:00 pm UTC (link)
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