Is Dean 's Neck With Both Arms?

I leaned in closer to Yalena and whispered, okay I shouted through the tumbles. “I’m. G-going. To st-op. U-us.” I say through the rustles. She replied almost instantly. “O-ow! Oh-K-kay.” I pressed her against me so she would not feel the impact and jammed my feet into the ground. I pushed at the sloping hill with all my force and I could feel the crumbling ground becoming fickle under my feet. There wasn't much time and soon we would fall off the cliff and we would be- Yalena felt the need to poke me in the stomach and I raised my hands with a

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

I was trapped, and for a time there seemed to be no hope for me. But you changed that Olivia, you freed me from my prison I had created for myself. With your help I opened up, smiled and laughed again and branched outwards. You saved me from the dark tunnel I was headed down. For a time I was happy, made new friends, and grew closer to those I cared about most. It was the best time of my life. Then the Darkness returned to our world and that happiness began to fade. We fought against the forces of the dark and emerged victorious. Together we pushed back the evils of this world! Then we took on the Lord of the Night. We mere ants challenged a god! But how could we have known. His power was too great for us. In the end, our struggle was hopeless. When you went down, I knew I couldn't just stand by and watch you die. I thought the only option was to throw myself in front of the blade that was meant for you. How foolish was I. In the moment that seemed like the only option. All I did was leave you even more vulnerable. I shudder to think what would've happened if Al had not shown up. In the end he saved you, and I was useless and weak. Lucky for me you got me back to Andura and by a miracle I was

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

“I have security cameras in my house. I’ll turn them on and let them record. It shouldn’t be long before they kill again if they keep up the pace they have been…” He trailed off at the end. His face contorted with the confliction inside him. Kimberly could tell that the thought of another murder was tearing him up inside. She meandered over to the living room whispering, “that’s smart,” under her breath. With a grunt she plopped down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. Axel exited the room and returned with spare clothes, a pillow, and a blanket.

I felt someone rubbing my arm softly. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with… Katy was snuggled up against me and held my arm in place as I tried to move it from cradling her. Oh, but the man’s deep harsh voice that now rattled my brain had me frozen in place and in pain. Katy covered most of my face being in front of me as we spooned, but I could see (who had to be her dad) on the wall size TV looking at the two of us huddled closely together.

Bobby Pugh grabbed Emil by the throat and pushed him backward against the wall. “I did just order you. Emil. I will have it by next week. You'll be handsomely rewarded for your work I promise you. You know what will happen if you don't meet your deadline.” Emil's face had gone purple, and he clawed at Bobby's hand trying to free himself. With his hand still around his throat Bobby shouted.”You ALL know what will happen if you don't meet your deadline! I assume my message is clear?” He released Emil from his grip and he fell in heap to the floor, coughing and gasping. The rest of the group stood transfixed in horrified

Around midnight, I exit the room, quietly shutting the door. I’m surprised to find Jensen sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, asleep. I smile weakly, but it instantly drops. There’s too much sorrow tight in my chest for me to smile. I sit down close beside him and he stirs, looking up at me, worried.

I realize that this nightmare was finally over, and relax as my father’s loving arms comb through my hair. He tells me that I didn't just fall over because I was tired, and that Jake shot my leg. I had lost a lot of blood, and have a minor concussion, but everything will be ok.

“No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed.

Dean was up writing late into the night before he curled into a ball in his fox hole, arms wrapped around his gun, and let the sound of war lull him into an uneasy sleep. At least he knew that while he was stuck in this hell, the people he cared for were

It didn't end as she had hoped. Her leg was broken. She had cried like a bitch. And Simon was calling his mom from the backyard. His voice was frantic but Clary couldnn't help the grin that spread across her cheeks. "I told you I'd do it. You sissy." He faced her in surprise. And noticed that her tears had stopped streaming. He shook his head, almost like he was used to her behavior but they were just kids. Instead of responding, he flicked her forehead.