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Paulie was muscle for the mob, and when he was called upon to whack someone, he did the job right, without leaving messy incriminating details strewn about that might cause later problems...so while...
This was the first Opuss I ever posted: Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze.
Sorry for the wait. :) 19 years later... ~Elle~ Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock... My eyelids shoot open and I gasp, nineteen years worth of air flooding into my lungs, oxygen rushing through my veins.
June unfurled her wings and paced across the floor space of her cell. It had been at least a day since they'd fed her - and she knew quite well that this wasn't one of those sick starvation tests.
I always knew there was something wrong with me. I studied myself, in comparison to the endless flow of whitecoats, moving around me.
Christian leaned back in the swing and smiled up at his mother, who continued to push him, her auburn hair flying with her carefree movements. 'Christian.
I sat on the bed. And stared. At the wall. At the ceiling. At the floor. Behind me, my tail moved, twitching, thumping against the ground. I lifted a hand to my face and nibbled a fingernail. Bored.
I cannot remember how I came to be here. I cannot remember a life before. Before this, before what I am now, before pain. But what is pain. I have heard them thinking, loudly: 'the pain'.
I'd been shaking for so long, it no longer felt as though every breath was a trial. I had grown accustomed to the unnatural high-speed lope of my heartbeat.
Alpha surveyed the area cautiously. Only god new what was out there. He stood in a barren wasteland charred and blackened by burning fire.
For @Naaviie sorry it took so long 2070 July 25: (MYBDAY) Arival Saaci sat in the chopper. Nine other people accompanied him.
Faye ran until she could run no further. Her heart pounded in synch with her panting breaths. Her lungs felt fiery with lack of oxygen.
Quinn found herself above her cell, facing three people. The dark haired boy who had hauled her from her pallet, and two other young adults who both wore watched her with disinterest.
Quinn lay on her stomach, the hard mattress biting into her tender skin.
Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze. All around her the snapping and baying hounds nipped at her heels and ate at her paranoia.
Chapter 2: Me. I'm back. Its night, the heavily armed guards outside my cell are asleep, and the 24 hour watch team of scientists are probably busy watching other prisoners.