I gurgled up blood. What had happened? My whole body hurt. I slightly opened my eyes and saw a figure standing over me. "Oh shit...are you dead yet? You okay? You dead? Hopefully you're dead. Oh, never mind he's still breathing. Here, let me help you." I felt myself get picked up.
I grunted as my body suddenly felt warm, my vision clearing up. It was a male with long, fluffy, coffee colored hair, his eyes covered in some sort of black fog. He was wearing a slightly bloody, grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and a black fingerless gloves, gray wings on his back. I stared at the wings, wondering if they were real or not until they twitched. I screamed and fell over right after standing up.
"Jeez, can't a guy help someone without them passing out?" He grumbled to himself, putting me back on my feet. "I'm Mark, nice to meet you, Jonah" He said, holding his hand out. I screamed again. SHIT HE CAN'T POSSIBLY KNOW MY NAME! HOWWWWWWW?! OMG I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GOING TO JAIL, AREN'T I?! GOD, HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL! I continued screaming in my head while Mark impatiently watched.
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Who Can We Trust?(A Mandela Catalogue Au)
FanfictionSarah Heathcliff, the younger sister of Mark Heathcliff, who had recently committed suicide, was seeking out a way to escape the alternate infested counties. It didn't help that the population of alternates was on the rise, she was wanted by the FBI...
