A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The trái cam, màu da cam jumpsuit he wore was little thêm than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. bạn have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, bạn shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his áo, áo khoác and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, ngọc lục bảo green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a đám mây of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up bởi two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the tường as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the đồi núi, hill and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced bởi a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have bạn back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- vàng (Latin)
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The trái cam, màu da cam jumpsuit he wore was little thêm than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. bạn have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, bạn shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his áo, áo khoác and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, ngọc lục bảo green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a đám mây of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up bởi two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the tường as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the đồi núi, hill and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced bởi a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have bạn back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- vàng (Latin)
1. Make a really stupid joke that a 5 năm old might laugh at. Ex) knock-knock jokes, chicken crossing the road jokes.
2. Start diễn xuất like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the bàn with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz búp bê (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton hát the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when bạn poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word măng tây
23. Asking for trái cây punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt
2. Start diễn xuất like a little kid with her.
3. Shooting colored paintballs with a gun.
4. Falling down on purpose
5. Being afraid of an animal she turns into
6. Copying her
7. Sing Disney songs with her
8. Dance on the bàn with her
9. Randomly start yelling about things that don’t make any sense
10. Babies
11. Bratz búp bê (cause their feet are bigger than their heads)
12. Sponge Bob and Plankton hát the F.U.N song
13. Jello (cause when bạn poke it, it wobbles like a hula girl)
14. GUMMY BEARS!!!!
15. Mel slapping people
16. Guys wearing Tuxedo T-shirts
17. Kittens
18. Guys striking out
19. Tom and Jerry (old not new)
20. Casper the Ghost
21. Smiling sun in cartoons
22. The word măng tây
23. Asking for trái cây punch
24. Clowns
25. People saying they are going to kick another person’s butt