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“If your killed, you've lost an important part of your life"” ~Booke Shields. Word.
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It was finally time. For the battle begun.
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First, rain started pestering, splattering and plopping and generally smacking of a similar type of noise as when you pee on someone’s car. The rain was sulky and silky and edgy and sad but also tots appropriate, and it got everybody glisting in the magical lamp-lights and the fiery rainbow torches and the big bright bulby moon that hungover heavily on a nearby cloud. Distant thunder grumbled, shaking the puddles of rain and goat-blood.
Suddenly, enemies attacked! They rushed inward, scrambling, and dozens of them instantly were blewn into bloody jigsaw pieces by our magic mines, and others were lit on fire by our magic booby-bombs, and others tripped and slid and stabbed onto spikes or triggered our razor-wire vines that leapt up and wrapped around their squishy parts, squeezing like sawblades that also were snakes. “Fire!” I shouted, commanding. Alarms and war-horns screeched, and our pack of siege motors launched a massive volley of bombs and magic Irish rocks, which mixed and exploded with the force of several small nuclear bombs. That shook the entire island but didn’t fuck it up too much because of magic. The student body cheered, clapping and jumping from one foot to an the other.
But horribly even more enemies appeared! Plus, these ones were even bigger and more meaner and more nastier too! “Attack!” I commanded, sending in the monkey legions. Those were pretty disposable, so I let them soak up the enemy attack while the real people moved in with blasts of magic and giant spinning swords and arrows that grew twelve times bigger when they touched blood. Bodies were ripped up and smashed down into the dirt that was turning into sludgy mud from all the blood and snot and rain and water being smashed and splashed down into it. Magic sigils and enchantments burned in middle air, buzzing the air or igniting people or carving their bones into sculptures of famous singers. I saw one big sweaty guy kill over, two Beyonce’s and one Tay-Tay jutting out from his gross bloaty body.*
Meanwhile people were attacking me too, and I attacked them back harder. I swung my sword and summoned lightning bolts made out of antimatter, straining to use my top tier of strength as I donkey-kicked and drop-kicked and karate-kicked and roundhouse-kicked and axe-kicked and front-kicked and spun-kicked and flip-kicked and toe-stomped with my magical Battle-Martins. Basically the bodies felt like paper mashay when I kicked them and crunched their bones apart. “Get some, bitches!” I snarled fiercely but also attractively, dominating. Then a poison sliver darted right into my left heart. “UUH!” I gasped dramatically, falling slowly in slow motion to me knees and gasping for breathe. There was no sound then except for that ringing noise like they use in movies, and instantly I noticed my army buckled back, bending over and giving up the minute that that they didn’t have me anymore. Not that I was dead of course, but it was literally so close, and in fact I would have died. They had stuck me with a poison milked from a elder mammoth, witch was meant to kill God. I barely even survived it, and slowly I died. But at the last possible minute Scaar spun over in a tornado of red lightning karate and then crouched next to me romantically and said “Oh no Chylce! They got you with the elder serpent poison. That means your doomed is for suretain unless I can do something that will cure you.”
I shook my head at him. “No Scaar,” I defeated lamentingly, lowkey wailing a bitty bit. “We’ve lost! It’s all over. Now its time to be depressed and kill ourselves, so that at least we can died together…” He smiled sadly but crookedly and also hotly at me, suddenly seeming much hotter even that before. I was honestly surprised he didn’t boil the air between us. “No Chlyoce. As long as they have you, we’re not lost this. We’ll will still win, if they have you fighting there along the side of them. And also, I don’t want to lie to your beautiful sexy face for even one more peptosecond.” I looked at jim, tears in my raven-dark amethystean eyes. Black magical tears made out of pure pain. “Please tell me what youre talking about,” I whispered. Then he grinned, showing woo woo tiny sharp teeth pricking on top his two juicy red ruddy lips that were a even sharpie constrast to his pale scarred skin, which I saw now was actually super smooth and white. His two eyes were magical and red and his hairs turned black and slicky. “The truth is that,” he sauved silkily. I broke in, resisting his hipponosis: “No Scaar! Don’t be a vampire just because you love me!”
But he smiled at me and leaned in and bit on my neck area, and I felt the sharp tooth stab into my artery area, which made all the blood come out. “Ahhhhh!!” I rattled sighingly, shocked but also stunned. Meanwhile Scaal was sucking up all the blood in a sexy but also a savagery way. He also mumbled and bumbled while he did that: “MMmmm bwow Bryce,bwis bwood bis bo bood band basty! Bwow, bwummers…” We sat there, embraced in each other, and he sucked all of my blood out until I was tots pale and had zero blood in my entire body. At that point he took back his tooth and stopped sucking. “Wow Chlyce your blood is so good and tasty! The way far best I’ve ever even had, and its not even close at all! Wow, I really wish you had more blood. Bummers you ran out so fast.” It was, and he was right. It was total big bummers that my organs couldn’t hold anymore blood. Stupid organs! “But what about now?” I figured questioningly, longing at him lovingly.
He smiled and showing me his fangers again, which were——and let’s be honest here——totally cute and adorbs. “Now I fix,” he said mysteriously, and I was shocked just in general about how he talked so sophisticately and articulike now that he was a vampire. Must have been living in Victoria, I correctly guessed interiorly. But meanwhile our moment was still happening: “Drink me!” Scaar commanded searingly, suddenly seeming like he was going to hurt me. “Oh noe! OK babe, I will do that,” I submitted romantically. That’s when I whipped out my knife and stabbed him in the neck. That made vampire blood spurt and squirt outward onto his fancy vampire clothes and also my battle outfit, and even though I had enchanted that shit to be blooderproof the vampire blood barfed all over it and instantly stained so that I was still splattered in blood, although luckily for me all the blood droplets had landed themselves in a coordinated pattern so that it looked artsy and intentional and not stupid and cringe. “OW! Hurry!” he commanded, also threatening to beat me if I didn’t. So then I bent inward and sucked up all his blood, sucking it back into my dry scratchy veins so that I had blood again. And it was literally so hot and romantic! “Squeal!” I onomatopoeiazed accurately. Suddenly he threw me off. “That’s enough!” he shouted angrily, threatening me again but in a hot way and not an annoying way. So then suddenly I felt a surge huge of energy and strange supernatural abilities that suddenly shot themselves into my heart and liver and kidneys and organs and body in general. “Wow!” I shocked, stunned, and I staddled around a bitty bit while I got used to it. “Now you are better now,” Scaar said, and I noticed he wasn’t a vampire anymore. Then, before I could think twice of it, I kissed him right on the lips and that was tots hots and romantic. “To battle!” I announced happily, and skipped away in a flirty happy way.
I instantly noticed that I was stronger and more agile and more sexier even, and playing Fruit Ninja with people’s heads was never been easier. Scaar spun in next to me, and together we destroyed several thousand stupid dicks. Everything of that was going grate, until suddenly Something happened.
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Sor Solemander had showed up for the battle! I noticed that he was wore new robes, which were somehow even more magical and wizard-like than his old one, with crystal bling and golden tassels and a color scheme that was a blinding snowflake white. He also had a new hat on. “Tremble and piss yourselves!” he roared, voice magically rowdy. Immediately a bunch of evil enemies fell over, leaking piss everywhere and crying like large homicidal babies. Also there were a bunch of windows and glass objects scattered althoughout the environment area, and sure yep sure enough they all shattered into shiny-shards that made some nice wincemeat out of near by by standers. With that he launched himself into a hurricane of dealdy magic and shards of shaggered glass.
The shight of that made everyone more boldy, and I took my chance to hover upward a few feeters and blast my voice over everyone: “Now we attack! For Love! For Darkness! For Hearts filled with Love and Darkness! Don’t be a whiny little bitch! CHAAARGE!” Every was super inspired, and immediately they charged forward and attacked the enemies. With a thundoreous crash, the two armies ran into each other, dropping the bodies of the weak and bitchy like they were books or groceries spilled on the street. We fought with magic and magic knife, and with magic lightning and magic wand, and with lots of other attacks and weapons as well. But Tey fought with those things too, and even harder. I could know that we could lose unless I carried my stupid weak team harder then I had ever carried anything in my whole entire lives, including that time I had to move a mobility-cruiser lady from Walmart. It’s time, I told myself, and thankfully I also listened. I toticed a small first-year being all trembly and knocky-kneed, barely even holding up his skin-remover device. “Kill!”, I encouraged, deheading a couple of nasties. And I know what you’re thinking, but just because I help out a first year dweebert now and then doesn’t make me a softie.
Suddenly Derek had arrived, screaming in pure dark agony and blasting dozens of people with pure torture energy. Those people screamed and cried, falling down and killing themselves out of the pure misery. Derek landed and stalked forward, eyes leaking tracks of black blood, dark feathery angel wings and dark leathery jacket collar framing his dark-haired pale head. “FUCK! I hate you all! Look at you! Standing. Walking. Laughing around! How can you be so naive and stupid?!” He screamed raspily and shot out a blast of pure darkness, shriveling several children into withered little husks. “Reap what you sew!” he screamed, and flew forward, spinning and slicing with his black sword, slicing up dozens of people before I could even do anything about it. Their bloody ex-body parts spun around him like some sort of red-and-black gornado, and he funneled that into the rest of the our amy, spattering everyone. “Ewww, yuck!” they said. Also they were screaming in fear and pain and terror———and I realized that that was cause Derek was radiating pure pain and misery and agony and torment, magically. “It’s too much!” he moaned, cringing, clutching at his heart, black hair and black feathers and black leathers plastered onto his pale skin because of all of the rain. “WAKE IT STOP! WAKE IT STOP!” he shrieked bansheenly, screaming into the night so that his neck-cords stood out strong, and on his knees and throwing his head backward up toward the bloated swollen pimple-like moon. He drew in one raggly breath, looking right at me. “KILL MEEEEEEEEE………!” I cried and bawled and thrashed and peed and tripped and fried smores, my shrieking harmonizing with his shrieking until we were three beautiful dark tortured banshees covered in blood screaming our dark tortured hearts out at the fat ugly moon. Scaar stumbled to a stop between us next to me, and instantly he and Derek were fighting at it again, and even harder than ever. Entire city blocks smashed into goopy rubble and the sky entered its depressed arc, being dark and edgy.**
Suddenly at that point in time and place the Sir Solomemenon and Negondero were squaring up, also throwing some one-quippers at each other while doing so so. “So…my old master at last. I hate you because you locked me up in a torture-tower in Hell, and also because you exiled me from the magical world, and also because me and my homies were right about the whole Black Prophecy bullshit but you refused to admit that and instead attacked us and exiled us like I already said. Now it is time for my revenge, and maybe at last I can free this island of your evil meth-making child-abusing IRA-dodging ass! Maybe then maybe I can fix this mess!” With that, he sprawled out his hands and summoned up his saxophone, powerful magics pulsing the airbubble.
Sir Solomenonon meanwhile only snorted, sneering, and his eyebrows busheled dangerously. He adjusted his wizard cap, which was long and pointy and also matched the rest of his outfit. “Stop pretending like you’re better then me, you crusty fizzy-haired dad-bod bitch. This is my island and these are my child workers! If you would had just shut your mouth and let the status go be alone, maybe I would have had some mercy for to offereth you. But now instead I’m going to flay your blackened soul and feed you to the God-Maggots! Your kind were never meant to be wizards!”
Negondero yelled bass-scratchily and blasted a bubble of black hole towards Dolomon, also calling in some black lightning that zapped from his trombone with a sound of jazzy thunder. Immediately Allomom twisted the air into strings, quickly weaving a big bubble big knitty shield for himself that stretchered between the buildings, magically anchored to them too. The black hole ripped right through that shit, but the lightning got sucked up and spat out into Negongoero, who was enforced to play some Louis Amstrong to propel himself out of danger. Hovering around on a pillar of musical swagger, the opaque opponent tossed out an armful of small metal seeds. Then it turned out that the beads were actually seeds! He flooded some water down with a wave of one hand and then they started growing and growing, spreading sharp metal tentacles all over the place that grabbed students and tore them up. And a bunchload of those (the tentacles) also warped and wiffled toward Siromenon, snaking sneakily.
Sermon shot up into the air to godge those, flying on a pillar of fire. With a twarp of his hands he cloned that shit and sent out four rovers pillaring toward his melanomaless foe, red fiery blazers blazing red fiery light into all around and also even forwards too. But the saturated sorcerer just whipped out a pair of Ray-Bans, using them to focus a swaggerly cooling spell that whipped up a massive blizzard storm. With a snap of three fingers and a casual miracle he turned the air into liquid hydrogent, instantly freezing every body’s skin off and cooling down the Soaring Solomon’s Bible-Pillars, making him fall down and smack his femurs on the street.
But at the last possible peptosecond Poloman reversed gravity, fling him back up and along with everyone else of us too. In the next possible petasecond he turned the ground into oil, and since the gravity was wonky it flew upward and splashed all over everything but also his “opp”. At that exact nannosecond he threw out a silvery lighter and ignited the oil-air, enflaming everything into a massive boil-blaze that torched every body’s bones off. Necongo screamed and swirled away, turning the oil into agave so that it would stop being ouchy. But the damage had been sailed over: he was all burnt up, almost like a piece of fried chicken. “HAha!” Sokkaman cuckled, prancing. He also reversed the gravity again so that it was normal. But suddenly Negegoro whipped out a bottle of enchanted Hennessy and gulped it down, and just like that his burns were healed up.
Once that was happened he spunned round and flung out thirty silver swords from one sleeve, shooting them through the air into Solomonder, who summoned a rock from the ground and turned it into a magnet, deflecting all fourty swords away so that they swung there in the air orbiting the magnet rock thingy. Suddenly the metal tentacle twisties attacked from where they where ambush-waiting, stabbing up into the ancient white-robed geezer. “UUUUUUHHH!” he groaned growlingly, huffing outward. But the congo wasn’t done. He wasn’t even finnish. He struck up a sweety saxy solo, jazzing so hard that black magical lightning plasma oozed out of the Ether Dimension and down along the metal tentacles———and since those were made of metal the surgeful zappiness zipped right down along them and up into Sir Solder with a bacon-frying crickle-crackle noise. “ARRRRGHGHHHHH…!” he roared, bones jittering like a coked-out barista surviving four jobs and an unplanned baby by abusing the espresso machine in between customers.
Suddenly in a surge of strobe that same geezer grouse morphed into a fuzzy-mouse, dropping free of the taser-tentacles and scurrying away into the sewer. “Ahhh-aaah! Aaaahhh! Are we, afraaaaid nooooowwha?” Sogondero sang soulfully, still floating and playing his xax and making meteors smash down into the street so that Mousermonon would be forced out of hiding. But suddenly Solomom popped up into being there, standing around all scared and seeming very short for some reason. “Ahhh-haaah! I’ve, gotyounooooowwaah!” Negogo sang sharply, tugging out a taffy-line from the sun and flinging it down through space into a blast-beam of broiling yellow fire that shot down onto Dumblemom (notice that the fire was actually black). Negogoero pointed the taffy-line of pure sun jelly toward Salso, shouting: “Behold, my top op! The full, concentrated power of the sun!” At that point wizard #1 blew up and melted and blew away into scrappy bone scraps that smeared bloody goo all over the place. The only thing left was a smoking pit blasted thirteen miles into the ground. “Yes!” Negongor said, pumping a fist. Then suddenly the street blew up.
It turned out that the Solarman who had beam melted was or i guess had been some random student disguised by a glamor. The gaping street-hole squeezed out a giant dragon, which was white and covered in shiny metal silver scales and Power Gems as well. The dragon flashed with speed-lightning and struck magically instantly. It bit Negongoro on the ass and shook him everywhere, spraying blood everywhere, and then barfed blue magical fire everywhere, spraying fire everywhichwhere. Some of that splashed on Solomen, burning him bad again for a second time.
Roaring soulfully, he threw all 56 of his belt potions at the dragon, creating a bagical bag of cloud that sizzled and melted the burly beastie’s eyeballs out. That made it scream in agogy and thrash around, crushing a few more students who were battling near by and also topping several buildings, plooming broken concrete dusts everywhere. Negonorhea sang a sharp note and suddenly his sax transformified into a silvery spear, which he charged up with lightning and dipped in the black hole, coating the tip with black hole stuff which he then ignited magically. “This here spear, shall be thy fear, and tend thine eeeeeeend, yeah!” he sang threatingingly, and I realized he was actually making a prophecy, just in a rap form since…well just because.
Suddenly the dragon chuckled evilly, making me feel a forbidding feeling. But it was to late do to anything since Negogoro sank and rapped and threw his spear, using magical hovering basketball hoops to boost it up to Mock level 5. But when then it hit the dragon it suddenly vanished! Suddenfly it was obvious that there was a giant metal mirror that was also a magic interdimensional portal so that it turned out the dragon was actually behind him, and he had thrown the spear into the mirror which made it shoot into towards him and
BRRRRAAAAAATHOOOOOOOMAAAAABOOOOOOOBOOOOOOOOMMMMM!
With a small side of thunderclap, Nogogo speared right through himself. The spear stabbed really hard right into his spine bone, which made his weird back fluid squirt out, and then his heart exploded, and then that splatted everyone with magic face-melting wizard blood, and then a giant blastwave of soulful jazz-type energy blew out and was released from his burnt-out body corpse. Then the buddy corpse fluttered down and thudded onto the crater-pimpled flattened-out fucked-up asphalt. It just sort of sat there.
The dragoon laughed happily and jumped onto the dead body, smashing it up and down for funsies which smashed him into jelly. Then he sat back on his hunches and shot magical firework fire into the air, roaring so loud it set off car farms all and down the street. Then that’s when he transmogrified back into an old guy.
But meanwhile we were still having something else happen.
Derek was destroying everything and everyone! He rampaged through the city, killing and torturing and screaming blasts of pain and darkness all over the place. Buildings got depressed and slumped into rubble. Bridges and crowds of depressed people on them committed self-delete. The sky got all goomy and cursed, spatting lightning and acid rain all over everywhere. And it was all going to got even worse by the moment. Unless…
Unless I, Chloyce Essastela, did someting about it. “I’m not a fucking therapist,” I shouted at the world. ‘I can’t and won’t and don’t care about helping you feel happy! Because since when was you made me happy?! Since never, that’s when it was. You never cared about me or anything I cared about. You only ever wanted to kick me in the fucking balls and crew me over and rip out my heart and piss on it! Well, fuck that!” Derek suddenly flew over to me, resonating. “Yes, exactly,” he confirmed. I looked at him with my most romantic and magical stare. “Derek… Please babycheeks! Stop this out and let us go back to being sad and depressed and sexy and iconic together!” He almost did at that, torturing. I could literally see his cogs turning, and wow they got so so close to flipping over into what I wanted.
But then Scaar——sweet sexy tortured longful badboy gloomy mysterious demon-kicking Scaal——stepped up to our plate. “She’s right, Derek. You have to stop! But after that it’s me and Chylxe that will be together and not you. Sorry!” Derek roared and screamed, flying at Scaar, and suddenly they were fighting for the death. “Stop!” I shouted, tears of blood and darkness pouring like buckets out of my tearful amithyst eyes. “Please stop! You’re tearing my heart apart!” And they were. I fell downward several feet, hitting my knees on the cold hard rainy bloody asphalt of the lonely street bridge we were all gathered on. I sobbered and keened, crying. “Oh God…why…WHY…just end me…!”
They screamed and swore at each other, both saying “Stop! You’re hurting her!” and “Burn in Hell, bitch!” Scaar kicked Derek’s head through the door of a car and broke off his kneecaps with karate, stabbing those into his ears. Derek screamed and flew-flipped around Scaar to the behind and then stuck his sword up that all the way, gushing blood out onto the assfault. Scaar screamed and karate-flipped over the top of Derek’s head, dodging his wings when they tried to grab him, and landed down behind. He shot Derek’s head with lightning, screaming so hard blood flew from his throat cords. But Derek was too powerful. Now that he had the Scended Succubim, nothing could dream to stop him. So he flew around in super-speed, flying way high over Scaal’s scarred head, and landed behind him. Then he pushed both of his fingers into Scaaam’s spine and tore it out, quickly chomping on it like a rib to suck out all the pain and essence of that.
Scaar flopped over onto the street, only managing one more flurry of kicks before collapsing like a very sexy but currently spineless Ken doll. Although one that had been hacked at with a razor I guess, because of all the scars and shit.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed, so loudly that glass and ear drums shattered and blew for six miles. That was the pure depth and abyssamal pain of my pain. “I’m so so so sorry Chylce,” Derek whispered darkly. “But I have no choice now that I am being mind-controlled by an evil demon spirit.” Then I stood up, enraging. “No!” I shouted, stabbing one finger at Derek. He flinched, backwarding quickly. “NO! I am Chylce Essastellar! I will not have my hot new boyfriends stab each other up the butt and punch each other’s kneecaps out! This is total BULLSHIT!” He stumbled backwards at that, falling to his knees in a trance state. It must be my new vampire abilities, I duced ingeniously.
Then I clacked forward, arms flailing dramatically, and fell to my knees, skidding the last six feet to Scar. “Please star,” I cradled coddingly, pained and terrified. I was scared because he might be dead. “Chlyce,” Scar said, showing how he wasn’t dead. “Oh wow thank the eldar serpant,” I whispered, being breathy. “Listen…there is only one single singular way to fix all this. You must swear to me——as in promise or maybe oath, not curse——on your own dark beautiful soul that you will do that as I tell you to and not not ignore it, even though if it is hard. OK?” I cried, tearing. “OK. I promise.” Then he pointed at Derek, who was dissolving himself in the corner out of pure pain. “Take the Succubim and infest it in ME instead. Put the pain onto my soul. It’s the only way to free him… and to free you.” I cried even harder and more hydrantly, gushing tears over everything and soaking Scaar’s scars through his clothes. “OMG OMG omg oh my God oh my God no Scaaar, noo…” He shook one leanly finger at me, poking my nose cutely. “Hey, you promised me!” Then I shut my tears off and stood up, agony infusing me. “I’m sorry Scaar,” I murmed softly. “And I tots love you,” I added, even more softily so that no one but you and Scaar could hear me. I waddled over to Derek, wrapping my arm on him, but he snarled and then cried and screamed and thrashed and tried to kill himself. “Don’t worry Derek!” I swore loudly. “This will fix it right!”
Then I performed the magic incantation enchantment, ripping out Derek’s beating heart from between his beefy muscles with magic and squirting all the pain and evil demon energy onto Scaar. A magic beam of energy essence oozed into existence between them, and a massive evil blister bubbled out of Derek’s heart, almost leaving it. But then that’s when it stopped, turning to me and forming a face and voice cords off to one side so that it could taunt me. Ha, hah, hah, ha, ha…! It laughed, being evil and disgusting. This world will know what’s it like to be made out of pain and darkness… I stuck out my tongue, being sassy. “Nuh-uh! I’m going to kick your ugly fart-cloud-looking ass out into the cold dead void where you’ll be eaten apart by the God-Maggots for seven thousand million years!” The fart cloud flinched a little, but then waxed more beefly, almost swallowing my soul. Luckily, I didn’t have much of a soul, so I just barely hung on. No, I don’t think not…you foolish little girl think you can stop me, but I know you can’t do that. You love Scaal too much to sacrifice him, even though he was born for that purpose the same way as Isaac before him. And you humans still think God will save you…
It was almost actually really right. I did love Scaar too much to sacrifice him.
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But what it forgot was that I also loved Derek enough to sacrifice Scaar, and even though I loved them both exactly equally that meant I could do what had to be did.
I blinked back tears and flipped it off. “Fuck you! You’re wrong, and dumb, and ugly. No one likes you, and now I’m going to fuck you up! Have fun being eaten for seven thousand years!” Then before I could stop myself I finished the spell, powering it with my own twisted dark love for both Derek and Scaal. With a gagonic screech that ripped the world a new asshole, the dark blister ripped out of Derek and sucked down into Scaar. Instantly I felt like my tattered dark soul had been ripped, and I shed a single massive teardrop tear made out of blood. Scaar started to shake and groan then as the spirit sucked into his soul and started eating him.
I fell over to him, sobbing. His magical scars activated suddenly, revealing that they were actually magical glyph-symbols meant to destroy the Ascended Succibim. That’s when he started screaming and crying and shaking and then screaming so hard he couldn’t cry or blink or breathe. He just lay there and shook and screamed and tore his own eyes out and ripped his own face off and beat his head onto the ground until with a blast of pure pain he melted into blood. I hugged myself and cried, not even caring that my new battle outfit was totally ruined.
Then I felt a strong sexly hand on my shoulder, which was actually connected to a strong sexly arm that was connected to a big beefy sexly body that wore a tight black teeshirt and a cool leather jacket with an MCR printing on it and two slots for two feathery dark angel wings and also a head with dark tousled hair and pale skin and perfect bone structure and a big poufy poofy lips and two dark mysterious eyes that smoldered at me. “It’s me, Derek,” Darek said. Then he picked me up and we went out flying, cuddling on each other and being romantic. “You totally saved everything and everyone, Chylce,” Derek praised, gushing but in a dark and depressed way. “True,” I admitted, still sad and depressed but even worse to the point where it wasn’t fun and aesthetic anymore. “And more importantly, you also saved me,” Derek adored, and again I said the same thing and nodded also, brushing out hair from my eyes that had been blown into there by the wind that was touching us. “But most importantly of all of that…” he finished mysteriously, locking me with his dark bad-boy angel-like eyes. “You saved yourself.”
And he was right. That was sometimes all that you could do.
Because sometimes, there isn’t a happy ending or a big lesson to learn. Sometimes, there’s just the solace of surfing.
*Go Swifties!
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**But not too too much or in a cringe way!
