[jp] Breathe

[we_standalone]

Bendy time rocks the world. Set to Saturday early evening, k? k.

'Why a tie?' he thought out loud, eyeing the manly embellishment from across the bedroom with a skewed expression on his face. He'd never worn one before, not ever, and the sheer thought of it being around his neck forced him to tug at the neck of his loose, white Fruit of the Loom t'

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[holding_the_saw]

"I don't care."

"Channing..."Rolling her eyes, Channing continued to speak into her cell phone without missing a beat as she nodded a greeting to one of the pit bosses and waved to a couple of onlookers as she reached the elevators. "Jake, I don't care. I'll pay for the damages, but if they think I'm keeping Charleston in that pen any longer, they're crazy. Either they let him stay in my suite, make better arrangements for him, or extend my engagement and use him in the hotel. It worked for Siegfried and Roy, and the MGM's doing quite nicely with the lion habitat. It wouldn't take much, they're a multi-million dollar corporation, and I'm a huge draw. Make it happen

[we_standalone]

In her arms he lay lifeless. No breath. No heartbeat. Just silence. His white shirt was now stained red which transferred to her clothes as she clutched him. Though, under his clothes, his wounds began closing, sealing the last of his blood in preparation to rejuvenate the supply.

Somewhere in the realms of the dead, he stood, still clad in the clothes he died in. His eyes pierced through the muted colors surrounding him. Dull grey wisps of the lost souls passed over his head, causing him to look up in curiousity.

He didn't like it there. It reminded him too much of the darkness he felt in his times of despair. The times when he fell into the arms of his precious drugs, allowing it to mask the pain of living through each disappointing part of his life.

He began to run. He was desperate to escape but with each step, the path before him grew longer...

[holding_the_saw]

This had to be what he felt as he died.

The agony rolled over her again and again, and all she could do was scream. The longer it went on, the less it became about Sal and the more it became about the physical sensation of losing a limb. She could feel the heat, the metaphysical hemorrhaging, those bits of flotsam and jetsam that made her half human being ripped to pieces as her life force left her.

The remains of Bess Houdini wouldn't let her die.

We can make it stop. We can take it away. Just close your eyes and let it all go.She couldn't hear it at first, but the voice got louder. It was cool, dead...very soothing, very comforting. It eased the pain, let her get a lungful of air that wasn't stolen from her by another howl of grief

[we_standalone]

As each minute passed, he felt himself being pulled farther and farther away from the desperate, broken hearted wails of his woman. His Channing. The woman that he barely knew but felt he did like no other.

He tried screaming out her name, pausing to wait for her to answer and when she didn't, he yelled louder until he his feet gave out and he fell to his knees in defeat.

His heart broke a million times over, and not for himself, but for the woman grieving over him.