Roy's Narrative Analysis

She helplessly watched in horror as the murderous bullet cracked as loud as thunder and ripped through the air faster than the speed of light, come in contact with his skin in a matter of milliseconds. A crimson red hole appeared on his forehead as quick as a lightning's flash, and slowly a trail of blood leaked from his wound down his face.

I came to a halt. My hands were bloodied and bruised. I finally let out the tears, and it wasn’t because of the pain I inflicted on my hands. It was realisation of losing my friend. Maybe we would have been more than that, even- if he was alive. I heaved, I whimpered, I couldn’t breathe. I yelled in agony, my fists didn’t hurt like how my heart

“Oh glory, my friend is dead.” I felt my lip quivering. Silence overcome us and I said again, “I don’t want to live.”

“I would never stab you. No, this is the part where I set you on fire,” she said pulling away. She started to mutter something and I pulled on my reserves of strength to bring my body up, relying on the chains to keep me suspended. I slammed my foot into her throat with a satisfying crunch. She flew back with a gurgle and clutched wildly at her throat.

“No, I’m just making sure she knows what she took away from me! I’m making sure she knows the pain she’s causing me! I want to make sure she feels that same pain!” He raised his voice as a wild look appeared in his eyes. I backed away faster, only to trip backward on the root of a tree. I quickly sat up and watched the man, my heart racing. I took a deep breath. I’m gonna die. I thought. This is how I go down. The man stepped closer and with every step I could smell strong whiskey. He was drunk and irrational. I started shaking from cold and fear. The man stopped, raised his gun, and spoke.

“In fifteen years, there’s been only one person who’s ever gotten the drop on me.” He angled his head back, not daring to look at the gunmen, letting the mystery unfold before him. He’s a wait-and-see man, she knows he always has been. Careful consideration, and exertion at the right moments; he’d taught her that and it’d been a hard lesson to learn. Not the hardest, but certainly hard. “And I know that person’s dead.”

“I know,” she replies faintly. She tries to mentally prepare herself for what she’s about to do. She can still hear the noise of a gunshot, and she can feel the ringing in her ears. She closes her eyes, and the memory of Alex’s blood spilling onto the concrete is still fresh. Everything hurts, and she doesn’t want to do this anymore.

Two weeks later Barry woke up in a hospital surrounded by his family, Kate, Dr. Wells. Dr. Wells was the head of star labs and was concerned for Barry. At once they took him to star labs to examine his vitals. Surprisingly everything was normal and he was actually more healthy than he was before. The next morning he was running late for work and he needed to get to his car quick then a flash of light and he was downstairs with his cloths on teeth brushed and coffee in hand next to his car.

Lilah flinched as the pain settled in her bones. She would’ve been okay with the death, with everything that came with it, but the pain. She’d never been too fond of the way the sting turned to itching. Or the way that the blood pooled around the cuts. The deep red that stained hand and lips the same way. It was everything she detested and lived for.

He opened the front door and immediately, heat blasted its way into his face. She clutched his baby close to his chest and sprinted to the car. The fire was already closer to the cabin than before, the flames beginning to scorch the back

“NORA. Very likely. But you neither think nor talk like the man I can share my life with. When your terror was over- not for what threatened me, but for yourself- when there was nothing more to fear- then it seemed to you as though nothing had happened.

“I wasn’t proposing that Montague was a mage! And you didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. So why now?”

The room was empty except for a single, half-rotten low table. On it sat a single pendant, with another just beneath it. They both sparked slightly in the eerie light. Takemi picked them both up, taking special care of the one off the

I screamed then. I screamed loud and clear. The old man grabbed my shoulder. He was yelling things, but it seemed as I couldn't hear him. I felt my blood hum in my ears. I wobbled and collapsed. The old man groaned. By some means, he picked me up and carried me on the boat. He rowed us back to shore, where Rose was waiting. She was very worried about me. I watched the ship sink into the deep blue of the horizon.

She didn’t expect to be doing this again. To sit at the table on her apartment balcony, eating dinner as if they still loved each other, as if they were still together. A plate of barely touched food laid in front of her, taunting her with its appetizing smell, but she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach any of it if she were to eat it. She made an effort not to look at him choosing to look at the grey buildings behind him that were known as the Dromund Kaas citadel whilst his eyes burned into her skin, trying to express what he afraid want to put into words. I’m sorry. She may have silently forgiven him, but she’ll never forget what he did and how much it hurt her. Oh force, it hurt so much, she