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this is something i've had in my head for a while and now i decided to put the first page teasy thingy ma jig up her cuz it's not gettin any love on deviant.
Title is L.I.F.E meaning Love Is For Eternity
She stared blankly at the screen in front of her, the soft glow the only light in the dark work room. The windows all had the blinds down, the door locked, she wanted her privacy, needed it. She wanted to be out there on the field, really helping out but here she was stuck in her office. It was for the best, it's what she was good at. Getting all the facts. Figuring out what went through their minds, knowing what their next move would be. Then there was the real reason. She had screwed up. Royally. And now all she was given was time to think. Think about the people that she had let die, their screams, the looks on their faces. She looked at the screen this time really looking, studying. It was him, his fault. He had gotten into her head when she was suppose to be getting into his. He had gotten her so angry and scared that she fired her gun at him. She had wanted to kill him so badly, wanted to see his blood spray across the wall behind him. She. Had. Nothing. That was the facts, she had nothing, and he was holding all the cards. He had know every little thing about her. Present, past, and even her future. All she had was this job, and that’s all she would ever have. Tears welled up in her eyes as she let out a frustrated scream, flinging her keyboard off the desk and across the room into the door. Is this what she was reduced to? How could it have happened so fast? How? Stumbling back she fell, not having the strength to keep herself standing. Not anymore. Letting the tears fall freely she dropped her head into her waiting hands. A bang on her door startled her. She reached for the gun in it’s holster at her side out of pure reaction. But there was nothing there, she had turned her gun in to the chief in request of her partner. And that’s who was opening the door, looking at her with the same look on his face, the one he had on when he found her. She turned away from him, she didn’t want him to see her so pitiful.
He shut the door slowly and walked over to her, kneeling down beside her, “Em,” he paused sitting next to her, “You can’t let him get to you like this. It’s not your fault what happened that night. No one blames you. Thanks to you we have that bullet with some of his blood on it. Em, we’ll get him.” She didn't respond, didn't move as she blinked back tears. No more crying. She'd cried enough. "Em," he said softly as he took her hand in his, "we'll get through this."
She bit her lip. We. It was that word again. They had recently started dating. Well as close enough to being together was more like it. She swallowed hard feeling his hand give hers a soft squeeze. He really did love her. But she had know for some time that he was the only one in the relationship. She was just there for the ride. She hadn't meant to do it to him but for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to love him as much as he loved her. It just felt wrong, like he wasn't the one. She nodded not giving him a glance knowing he was frowning at her not looking at him. She didn't want to look into his eyes, the one's that held such longing, such pure love. She couldn't, not when her eyes didn't show the same.
He let go of her hand reluctantly as he let out a sigh, digging his fingers through his thick raven locks. He was thinking, about the only thing that he could think of for the past couple of weeks. We. He couldn't help but notice how lately she had been recoiling from him or avoiding his gaze when he said that word. Or any word that showed they were in any sort of relationship for that matter. He wasn't a fool. He could tell when women didn't want him like he wanted them anymore. But it hurt to see that she was distancing herself from him. If they broke up things wouldn't be the same. He was her partner, her lover, her friend. And once she said those fateful words he knew everything would change. If they wanted it to or not. That was just how things seemed to work. Seeing as neither of them were going to say anything more he stood up, slipping his hands in his pockets as he glanced at her one more time before her walked to the door. Opening the door he stopped to speak. "Em. As your partner I think you need a break. Take your vacation, the chief'll understand. Go get a drink or something, or a good nights rest at least. You look like hell." He said not turning around and instead of giving her another glance like he usually did when leaving her office he just walked out. Leaving her in silence, the hum of the computer the only sound in the room.
Frowning at the door she mentally cursed herself. He loved her and here she was thinking about leaving him. What the ******** was wrong with her. Standing up, her hand steadying her against the wall, she glared down at the floor. As if all this was it’s fault. Using her other hand she brought it up to her face rubbing her temples. A vacation. Maybe she did need one of those. It would be a hell of a lot better than sitting in her damn office all night. Composing her self she shut down all of her equipment and grabbed her purse, slinging it over her shoulder. Reaching down she made a move to pick up her phone when suddenly it started vibrating, a text. She picked it up slowly and opened the message. 'Blank? what the hell?' She thought trying to see who sent it. "Damn...blocked..." Hearing someone walk by her door she sighed and slipped her cell into her front right pocket, forgetting about the blank message. Walking out of her office she turned to flip the light switch off and sighed. Flipping it off she shut the door, hearing it lock she walked off heading for her car. Just as she was about to walk out the door her cell phone began vibrating in her pocket. Slipping her hand partially in her front pocket she grasped the slightly warm plastic. Flipping the cover open she placed it to her ear and answering with a slightly agitated voice. "Hello?" She asked again hearing only the static in the background then a click as the person hung up. Curiously she looked to see if it was a number she knew but it only came up blocked. Again. Taking a deep breath she placed the cell back into her pocket and opened the glass door. She cringed seeing it was raining, muttering to herself she walked briskly to her car and unlocked the door. throwing her purse into the passengers seat she slipped into the car, locking the doors as she turned the key in the ignition. She sat there a moment letting the heat fill up the freezing car. It got too cold for her liking when the sun went down. "Way too damn cold," she said putting her seatbelt on and diving the car out onto the partially crowded street.
He smiled as he watched her park her car and hurry inside to the safety of her apartment. A soft chuckle came from his open lips as he took a slow drag from the cigarette in his hand and then flicked it out his open window and drove off.
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Anna Tompkins was a beautiful, intelligent, and very talented girl. It wasn’t her fault she had gotten trapped the in the intricate web Johnny Haledon weaved. Never having even seen his face she willingly agreed to meet him at a coffee house, thinking everything was safe in public. How more wrong could she have possibly been? How could she have known his façade and suave mannerisms were only to get her to believe he truly was a “nice guy.” Like any of those truly existed.
Cody sat, reclined back, in her large cushioned computer chair. Biting her lip unconsciously as she read through what had taken her nearly an hour to type. “How the ******** did it take me so long to write this?” She questioned herself aloud. She sighed bowing her head and running her hand through her thick brown hair. Pushing herself away from the desk and off the chair she hobbled toward her kitchen, her legs still slightly asleep. That is, if you could really call it a kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, the front of it covered in sticky notes, loose papers, and magnets, she crinkled her nose. “So gross,” she said gagging as she stared at a container of moldy, unrecognizable food. Tentively picking the container up, holding it as if it were about to attack her at any moment, she dropped it in the garbage can. The container squishing the many empty soda and energy drink cans. “That will be taken out later,” she said to only herself, considering there was no one else living with her. ‘Who’d want to live in a dump like this?’ she questioned herself as she looked around the pigsty of an apartment. So she hadn’t actually really cleaned it in ages, but it was her mess. She knew where every little thing was. Well most of the time anyways, when she wasn’t frantically looking for her camera or other item she needed that instant. She frowned placing a hand on her hip. “Ok, so eating a home is a definite no.” Looking herself once over she deemed herself unfit to leave the pigsty. Well, unfit until she got a shower and preferable found clean clothes to wear. But considering how she always decided to go through her whole closet before doing laundry, she’d only find dirty clothes. If she wanted to wear a cute shirt anyways. Sighing she rubbed her temples. “Ok. Quick shower, get dressed, find my keys which should be by my wallet, go get breakfast and be back before noon.” She said, as if she would remember all that. And she doubted she’d be out of the house let alone be at a fast food restaurant by noon. Who was she kidding? By the time she got breakfast it’d be more like dinner. ‘Ok so I just wont eat breakfast. Maybe then I could go out tonight, it might cure the staring of the writers block that I know is gunna be here soon.’ She thought as she walked back towards her bedroom and peeled off her shirt and shorts before even getting to the bathroom. She turned the water on, hot water spilling out and scolding her hand. “Shi-ow!” She growled out, pulling her hand quickly back and accidentally whacking it against the counter. Only earning another curse from her lips as she cradled her hurt hand. “Damn water,” She mumbled under her breath as she slipped out of her underwear and switched on the radio. The rock music blasting off the walls in the small room. Good thing her neighbors were never home when she took her showers, well usually never.
[b:452b3f9b6a][i:452b3f9b6a]If I were a tear drop I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips[/i:452b3f9b6a][/b:452b3f9b6a]
 Prince Keba · Thu Sep 06, 2007 @ 06:00am · 0 Comments |
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