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The Blood Angel ch 07As the capsule glass opened upwards, the red liquid gushed out, soaking itself into the snow as steam wisped and flowed from contact; A messy haired blond woman emerged as the spectators from a far witnessed her flop to the ground on all fours, the only items of clothing she wore, were thick metal plates over her vitals and a gas mask shaped object over her mouth and nose.
There's no way she's human... how the hell can she breath with that mask? Especially when she was inside the tank... it wasn't hooked up to anything... Calibre looked on in fear as he shook violently; cold sweat started to drip from him as she looked his way; she slowly rose until she stood upright, this revealed her misleading, sparkling blue eyes; as a result it only rattled Calibre's mind further, and he had now started grabbing at the snow beneath him to try and calm himself down.
Stay with it Calibre! We need you focused right now, what good will worrying do us!? Ember's voice was just as
The Blood Angel ch 06Thunderheart monitored the snow covered building through his rifles scope whilst down on his front; the location was roughly 8 miles west of the local town that he had been staying in, his hair was of a golden flare and his eyes were of a leaf green tone. His tough leather jacket was studded and wildly torn at the sleeves to make it seem more like an excessive shirt over his white vest, whilst his bottom half was covered in trademarked Nike leg wear and trainers; his gruff and rugged exterior hid his emotion whilst he sized up the soldier mounted complex in sight. Bastards... as he spoke his nostrils flared into rings; his voice was just as gruff as the expression he held. Mach, The place is heavily guarded from this point of view; whats it looking like over there?
To the northern side of the building laid a young black woman on her stomach, distinctly of her early twenties, she was using binoculars to view the building. Sorry, it's the same story he
The Blood Angel ch 05After waiting by his bedside for just under an hour, Anna finally saw Alphonse's eyes reopen; squinting due to the large surrounding windows' intense morning light, he sat up using the firm cast on his right arm. it seems your face is just going to haunt me now, isn't it? he looked at Anna with a slight smile, as he looked the other way, he noticed what had happened to his left arm; Silent yet shocked, he looked at mashed and ripped tendons that remained.
I'm so sorry... The doctors told me that your left arm is beyond even MI6's medical attention, there's nothing that they could do apart from numb the pain. as Anna explained, a long silence followed; footsteps of doctor's and nurses alike were all that filled the room. You shouldn't have done that Butch... Anna clutched at her jeans tightly as she hung her head. Your still young kid... and I'm not worth...
What!? Alphonse interrupted her. Not worth saving? Why do you ha
Absence Makes The HeartYou may be far away
But your close in my heart
Even though it's your holiday
We couldn't really part
No matter what the time
Even the day or place
The clearest image in my mind
I can still see your face
All the blooming flowers
Couldn't ever match you
And your own blossoming powers
I could never feel blue
I lack words to describe
The beauty that's inside
And your forever charming vibe
that gives me joy and pride
Like a breath of fresh air
Your presence is soothing
Passionate, tender, loving, care
That is sweet and moving
That soft kiss on my nose
Every time we meet
Not just another plain old rose
Your charm just can't be beat
I'm glad I have you too
This poem is more than fun
A true heart felt message to view
Since your my number one
The Blood Angel ch 04As rain started to pour down on the congestion of cars below, Verzias sat in his Ford Focus, his ocean blue eyes which longed for the rays of the morning sun to return, were hidden behind jet black hair that had a slight blue tint in the light, his Grey hoody and dark blue jeans seemed to be of more use in the dismal weather now than it had been a moment ago; he was late enough as it was, and was supposed to be helping teach at the crimson dragon Wing Chun School of martial arts. Usually he would have set off early enough to beat the traffic, but lately he'd felt like someone was watching; he couldn't put his finger on a reason why, but something was wrong.
The April showers had leaked through to May as the streets reflected the rushing feet of the public trying to get dry. Verzias tapped the steering wheel, whilst murmuring what little words he knew to the song on the radio; none of the cars had moved for quite a while now, it was possible there had been an accident, turning the radio
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