Fragile Things
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
739
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fragile Things
OK. This is my first story in the slash section.
I came up with it at work last night and I have no idea where it's going or if I should continue it.
So, please tell me what you think.
I don't have a beta so any mistakes are mine. Sorry.
Sarain
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Calen POV
Human lives are such fragile things.
I still remember the first time I heard that.
My name, at the moment, is Calen Torveen and I’m about 1350 years old.
It’s funny, what the mind will forget over time. For example, I don’t remember my real name or what my family looked like, but I do remember the first time I heard what I thought to be just a stupid sentence of pity. However, like so many other things. I was wrong about this, too.
When I first heard it I was...disoriented, to say the least. I had just woken and had been told a story that blew away all my beliefs. But, I’ll explain that later. What’s important for you to know now is that I was sent to the United States as an observer.
Observe what?
Well, to tell the truth...I don’t have a frigging clue. She said go, so I did. By she, I mean the most important person in my life: my Queen. Again, not important right now.
Just know that that’s why I was here, at first. And that I wasn’t thrilled about it.
Also, I was broke.
(She took away my bank card and all my credit cards but one. Bitch.)
Anyway, I was driving my car (which I bought with the last of my money) down the street of a small town who-knows-where when a dark figure suddenly ran out and collapsed in the middle of the road.
Well, shit.
* * *
Ayden POV
I lost count of the number of kicks and punches.
I couldn’t feel anything except pain.
After a while I realized the kicks and punches stopped. I uncurled slowly from my balled position and tried to sit up. After the third try I managed. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to clear them. I looked at my hands after, they were covered in blood.
I slowly, very slowly, tried to stand. Once I managed that, I wrapped my arms around my stomach, the pain overwhelming.
I stumbled a few steps, then everything faded into darkness.
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Sorry it's so short. Especially Ayden's part.
Please Review and tell me if I should continue.
I came up with it at work last night and I have no idea where it's going or if I should continue it.
So, please tell me what you think.
I don't have a beta so any mistakes are mine. Sorry.
Sarain
*******************************************************************
Calen POV
Human lives are such fragile things.
I still remember the first time I heard that.
My name, at the moment, is Calen Torveen and I’m about 1350 years old.
It’s funny, what the mind will forget over time. For example, I don’t remember my real name or what my family looked like, but I do remember the first time I heard what I thought to be just a stupid sentence of pity. However, like so many other things. I was wrong about this, too.
When I first heard it I was...disoriented, to say the least. I had just woken and had been told a story that blew away all my beliefs. But, I’ll explain that later. What’s important for you to know now is that I was sent to the United States as an observer.
Observe what?
Well, to tell the truth...I don’t have a frigging clue. She said go, so I did. By she, I mean the most important person in my life: my Queen. Again, not important right now.
Just know that that’s why I was here, at first. And that I wasn’t thrilled about it.
Also, I was broke.
(She took away my bank card and all my credit cards but one. Bitch.)
Anyway, I was driving my car (which I bought with the last of my money) down the street of a small town who-knows-where when a dark figure suddenly ran out and collapsed in the middle of the road.
Well, shit.
* * *
Ayden POV
I lost count of the number of kicks and punches.
I couldn’t feel anything except pain.
After a while I realized the kicks and punches stopped. I uncurled slowly from my balled position and tried to sit up. After the third try I managed. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to clear them. I looked at my hands after, they were covered in blood.
I slowly, very slowly, tried to stand. Once I managed that, I wrapped my arms around my stomach, the pain overwhelming.
I stumbled a few steps, then everything faded into darkness.
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Sorry it's so short. Especially Ayden's part.
Please Review and tell me if I should continue.