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Oh and yes, this is really short and you probably wont be able to understand most of it. It's not in Emerson's POV so yeah. I was going to wait until I got the next chapter made before I posted this so you could understand more but I don't know when it could be done. It could be done later today or a couple of days, who knows. Anyways, here it is!!~~~
Chapter 41
Screams : Pain :: Laughter : Joy
Back and forth.
Back and Forth.
Long legs, tall legs
They moved
They moved in between the walls
The walls
The short walls
The small walls
They same closer
His eyes came closer
So small
Such small eyes on such a large face
A scary face
A face that made her quiver and whimper
A face that reminded her
Reminded her of everything
Everything she had lost
Everything she had loved
And she would whisper
A soft whisper from a soft voice
That drifted inbetween the bars
The bars that kept her away from him
The bars that kept her from death
"Please,"
Whispers
Soft whispers
Soft eyes
Soft hair
Soft pleading words
That never penetrated
Those soft words were lost
Like sand trickling out between fingers
Wind blowing it away
The bars kept it away
He was too far
Her arms could not reach his fur
Her words could not reach his ears
Her pleas could not reach his mind
He was too far
And Kriss would never see him again
"Please!"
Words
Strong words
Shouted words
Strong shouted words
Words that rang through the bars
Her arms reached through the bars
She looked through the bars
And he turned
"Please,"
She said it again
Softer
"Please,
Just speak,
Just say one thing.
Please."
And his silence was loud
Louder than words could ever be
Cold eyes
Cold unseeing eyes looked at her
Looked through her
And he lunged
He leaped quickly
So quickly
She only had seconds to pull her arms back
His arms did not reach through
But that did not make him stop
He did not stop trying to grab her
And a growl tore from his throat
As a word pierced through the air
A word he spoke
"Hungry."
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