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They called her Saint Mercia, the woman who never stopped coughing. Pilgrims came from miles away to touch her hand, believing her sickness a divine burden that shielded them from worse.
I hate life. Living in what is a supposedly a perfect society. The city is mostly white as well as the clothing. I am the only one who doesn't wear white.
Arnia clucked her tongue at me. "Yes?" A voice snapped from behind me. "What has she done this time. She can't do anything right in your eyes, can she?" I rolled my eyes.
~Secrets Trilogy~ Chapter One Never Say Never He said it so passionately. "I'm not risking it. Not risking.. You." I didn't want him I let go. Or stop talking.
Part 4....contains swear words I am nervous approaching the second tank as the woman is clearly emaciated, her shoulder blades are just beginning to show and her spine is clearly visible.
Part 2 The head is just like a sleeping person on a bed of compost. It is the head of a man. He looks clean shaven and literally looks as though he is merely sleeping.
~Thea~ I sit bolt upright, drawing in long deep breaths, my eyes closed as I compose myself. My heart flutters in a panicked frenzy, and a gentle roaring starts in my ears. I have to get up.
"Home To The Criminally Insane" "Do I. Do you?" Dr. Jasper said with a smirk. "I am after all a doctor, who may have or may not have made a few mistakes and lost more patients than neccessaary.
Chapter 7 I eventually fall asleep on a not-very-comfortable wooden bed. When I wake up, Eve is already there, watching me, fascinated by the way I sleep. I yawn, and get up.
Chapter 6 I wake up, in a dark box, lying flat on my back.
Chapter 5 'Bernard' picks up my see-through box, and takes me to the 'Examination Room'. It's a large room with loads of shelves, all the up to the ceiling.
Part 3 Just to let you know, this is set directly after the events of the first two parts... ~Elle~ "Results?" "Negative.
Joshua flickered between forms. Wolf. Human. Wolf. Human. Wolf. The whitecoats had given him a shot, and the shifting wouldn't stop. His energy was burning up, and he was trembling with exertion.
The girl woke to nothing. An immense whiteness; the stench of foul disinfectant. Scientific smells. Clean smells. Scientific. With shaking fingers, she raised her hands to her face. Pale, she was.
" Get me out of here!" I exclaimed. It was no use. Being in a secret lab where no one could hear you or find you, is a nightmare. It was down right freaky though.
The scenery flew by the group. They were in a car, Stefan and Jenna in front. "Where are you taking us?" Stefan asked nervously. Jenna smiled.
It was happening all over again. Lydia tried to breathe, tried to fight the commands her body was giving her: just give up. But Lydia wouldn't give up that easily.
My eyes snap open, squinting in the sudden light. The blazing white light burns directly into my eyes, sending blurry streaks of yellow spiralling across my vision.
(read part three first) #shadowknight He stared at his parents agitated and angry. Why. Why. He thought. He didn't blame his parents for being worried but he hated that they had.
(C'mon people, I don't own them. Must I say it every time?) Chapter 11, War Shall Commence Rupert Giles was sitting in the meeting room, waiting for The Terminator Clan's leader to come.
So I looked up the possible theories for the wings on the net. Genetic engineering by grafting wings on the foetus was not a plausible explanation.
"She's perfect," Jonah enthused, staring at Jupiter as her body lay on the table. "Give me the needle." he demanded, outstretching his hand. "Here ya go, boss." a Capter said nonchalantly.
// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. // People were shouting. The lab became crowded. I screamed for all I was worth as cruel arms restricted me and threw me against a cold, metal test table.
“I would keep the mask on if I were you” I jumped with the shock, searching all around for the source of the voice whilst struggling against my restraints.