[jp] feel so free lyrics
And I feel so free
Yeah, I feel alright
Never thought I'd feel
Like I feel tonight
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He remembered this place.
He thought he did, anyway…on the floor, broken glass everywhere. This time was different, though, because he was in pain. He hurt like hell, from head to toe…
…there was blood.
Slowly hoisting himself up off the floor of a bathroom he didn’t recognize, Claude caught sight of fingers sticky and wet with his own blood. His palm had been sliced open, and there was red in other places. It was pooling in the nearby shower, footprints on the floor…too much red to be anything but blood.
He remembered watching through the mirror. The images are too vague, too blurred and chaotic, because moments later he was ambushing Kyle and lost in a sea of breaking glass and the strange, brutal agony of being torn to shreds.
Checking himself for cuts, he found that the one on his hand and a couple on his face were all he had. Shaky on his feet, he searched the bathroom and the hotel room.
There were signs of the bitch, but no sign of a body. Had he killed her? Did he dump it already? He was so weak, so confused he wasn’t sure.
There was enough of him left, though, to find a phone. Nightstand…it was in his cell, but if he tried maybe he could call the digits up from memory…
His hands were shaking. He was sweating buckets…Christ, he needed to lie down.
“Hello?”
He recognized the cultured, gentle voice. “Lemme talk to CJ.”
A pause. “You realize if you tell me where you are, I’m going to come and tear your throat out.”
“That’s why I’m not telling you. Or CJ. Put her on or I’ll kill you myself.”
There was a scuffle before the phone lines sang.
“Claude?!”
Shutting his eyes with a shaky sigh, he collapsed onto the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Hey, baby.”
“Is he gone? Is *she* gone?”
“Maybe…I think she’s dead. I think I killed her.”
“You…huh?!”
“Never mind, it’s not important. Just sit tight, okay?” he murmured, laying back on the bed as the weakness swept through him. The bed was comfortable, warm…
“I’m comin’ home to you.” He breathed. “I promise.”
Rolling over, he managed to hang up the phone before he dragged himself onto the bed fully and let unconsciousness take him.
Muse: Claude Howard
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 397
Yeah, I feel alright
Never thought I'd feel
Like I feel tonight
===================
He remembered this place.
He thought he did, anyway…on the floor, broken glass everywhere. This time was different, though, because he was in pain. He hurt like hell, from head to toe…
…there was blood.
Slowly hoisting himself up off the floor of a bathroom he didn’t recognize, Claude caught sight of fingers sticky and wet with his own blood. His palm had been sliced open, and there was red in other places. It was pooling in the nearby shower, footprints on the floor…too much red to be anything but blood.
He remembered watching through the mirror. The images are too vague, too blurred and chaotic, because moments later he was ambushing Kyle and lost in a sea of breaking glass and the strange, brutal agony of being torn to shreds.
Checking himself for cuts, he found that the one on his hand and a couple on his face were all he had. Shaky on his feet, he searched the bathroom and the hotel room.
There were signs of the bitch, but no sign of a body. Had he killed her? Did he dump it already? He was so weak, so confused he wasn’t sure.
There was enough of him left, though, to find a phone. Nightstand…it was in his cell, but if he tried maybe he could call the digits up from memory…
His hands were shaking. He was sweating buckets…Christ, he needed to lie down.
“Hello?”
He recognized the cultured, gentle voice. “Lemme talk to CJ.”
A pause. “You realize if you tell me where you are, I’m going to come and tear your throat out.”
“That’s why I’m not telling you. Or CJ. Put her on or I’ll kill you myself.”
There was a scuffle before the phone lines sang.
“Claude?!”
Shutting his eyes with a shaky sigh, he collapsed onto the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Hey, baby.”
“Is he gone? Is *she* gone?”
“Maybe…I think she’s dead. I think I killed her.”
“You…huh?!”
“Never mind, it’s not important. Just sit tight, okay?” he murmured, laying back on the bed as the weakness swept through him. The bed was comfortable, warm…
“I’m comin’ home to you.” He breathed. “I promise.”
Rolling over, he managed to hang up the phone before he dragged himself onto the bed fully and let unconsciousness take him.
Muse: Claude Howard
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 397