This is War (Chapter Six)"She's a gunshot brideThis is War (Chapter Six) by FireAtWill42
With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves into"
-Pendulum, Propane Nightmares
“Where the hell are they?!” Alfred grumbles, pacing up and down the length of the small hideout, sweat glistening on his brow. “It’s been six freaking hours! The sun’s down and they should be here!” Without warning, Alfred slammed his hand into the wall, causing him to wince at the sudden pain. “Ow…”
“Relax,” Matthew tried to reassure him. “I’m sure they’ll be here any minute…” But Matthew’s words did nothing to reassure the American boy.
“I can’t relax… for all I know they could be dead!” He unleashed a sigh as he rested his forehead against the wall, his breaths coming in ragged pants. Honestly, Alfred was worried sick about those two kids, his brain was throwing him all the terrible images he didn’t want to see; the bodies of chil
Come UndoneThat moment where you feel like a grade A asshole. Your ass is on the line. All hell's crashing down around your head. There's a gun pointed at your face, and the guy behind it's ready to pull the trigger. Yeah, I'm there. Literally. Mello's got his gun in hand, and the muzzle's synced in a straight shot with my skull. Pretty normal for us, 'cept that he already fired one bullet. It's lodged in the wall by my ear. Barely missed me too. And something tells me that shot was a warning. Mello's too good a shot to miss, especially at this close a range. Na, he meant to miss. A warning, like I said. Shut the fuck up, or the next one's going to blow your stupid head off.Come Undone by Lord-Azeran
Funny thing. It's my fault too. Then again, it usually is. I just gotta open my big fat mouth, say something snarky or blunt like I always seem to do, and he gets all bitchy and overdramatic ..y'know, like usual. Fuck, I can't help it though. It's just who I am. Just like Mello can't help being a drama queen. But nowaday
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