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"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.
“No!” Alex screamed as the world stopped...
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He’d been running so hard, Percy had told him to, but everywhere he turned seemed to be the wrong direction. How many of them was there? And why were there so many?
Not daring to stop and ask, Alex kept going, kept dodging. When the rain started he barely blinked, sliding around a corner to a new street with a bare glance back. Percy was there, keeping pace…bleeding. He shouldn’t have been so stupid. If he’d only listened to his sire in the first place, none of this would have happened…
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The church echoed as Percy dropped to his knees, his head held high, defiantly proud despite the bleeding mess he had become. What are you waiting for? He asked God, the Devil…anyone that was listening to his thoughts.
“What are you waiting for!”
The person behind him took a sharp breath…
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“No!” Alex screamed, wrenching himself free from the shadows a one hunter grabbed for him, “no!” No, no, no, no…. He was supposed to live forever, he was immortal. A king. A prince, something beyond the touch of human injustice and death! “Noo!” He screamed again, until his throat felt tight…his gut clinched so tight.
Falling to his knees, threw himself across Percy’s back and sobbed. “You can’t leave me…I still need you. Don’t leave me, please….please…” He shudder, gasping for unneeded air, “don’t live me!”
And he cling to his dark father, tears falling vainly as he waited for something…maybe it was the hand of God…to come before him. To make it right. “Don’t go…” he whispered softly, the soft shuffle of feet around him hardly distracting. “Please don’t go…”
But there was no returning the dead to life, was there?
“Memorare, o piisima virgo,“ his voice caught, “maria, non esse auditum a saeculo, quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia, tua implorantem auxilia,“
Don’t go…
“…tua petentem suffragia esse derelicta.“
Please. I need you.
“… Nos tali animati confidentia ad te, virgo virginum,“ It was so hard to speak. “mater, currimus; ad te venimus;…coram te gementes peccatores assistimus…. Noli, Mater Verbi, verba nostra despicere…sed audi propitia et exaudi.“
“ Amen.“ He was surprised to hear his prayer echoed, but it mattered so little.
I need you. Please don’t go.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
word count: 394
“No!” Alex screamed as the world stopped...
===
He’d been running so hard, Percy had told him to, but everywhere he turned seemed to be the wrong direction. How many of them was there? And why were there so many?
Not daring to stop and ask, Alex kept going, kept dodging. When the rain started he barely blinked, sliding around a corner to a new street with a bare glance back. Percy was there, keeping pace…bleeding. He shouldn’t have been so stupid. If he’d only listened to his sire in the first place, none of this would have happened…
===
The church echoed as Percy dropped to his knees, his head held high, defiantly proud despite the bleeding mess he had become. What are you waiting for? He asked God, the Devil…anyone that was listening to his thoughts.
“What are you waiting for!”
The person behind him took a sharp breath…
===
“No!” Alex screamed, wrenching himself free from the shadows a one hunter grabbed for him, “no!” No, no, no, no…. He was supposed to live forever, he was immortal. A king. A prince, something beyond the touch of human injustice and death! “Noo!” He screamed again, until his throat felt tight…his gut clinched so tight.
Falling to his knees, threw himself across Percy’s back and sobbed. “You can’t leave me…I still need you. Don’t leave me, please….please…” He shudder, gasping for unneeded air, “don’t live me!”
And he cling to his dark father, tears falling vainly as he waited for something…maybe it was the hand of God…to come before him. To make it right. “Don’t go…” he whispered softly, the soft shuffle of feet around him hardly distracting. “Please don’t go…”
But there was no returning the dead to life, was there?
“Memorare, o piisima virgo,“ his voice caught, “maria, non esse auditum a saeculo, quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia, tua implorantem auxilia,“
Don’t go…
“…tua petentem suffragia esse derelicta.“
Please. I need you.
“… Nos tali animati confidentia ad te, virgo virginum,“ It was so hard to speak. “mater, currimus; ad te venimus;…coram te gementes peccatores assistimus…. Noli, Mater Verbi, verba nostra despicere…sed audi propitia et exaudi.“
“ Amen.“ He was surprised to hear his prayer echoed, but it mattered so little.
I need you. Please don’t go.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
word count: 394