Kaleidescope ➳ Lashton Version

Kaleidescope ➳ Lashton Version

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Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidiscope - a slight change, and all patterns alter. **** "Follow me." "Luke -" I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, jerking me closer to him. I could smell his masculine scent mixed with his minty breath. His much taller form dominated over me, and fear began to seep its way through me. But even in the dimness around us, I could see his blue eyes gazing down at me. They were almost hypnotizing... "You wanted an escape, didn't you?" Luke asked in a low murmur. I swallowed heavily. Yes, I wanted an escape. More than anything. Anything to escape the pain. I nodded. "Well, Ash, I can give you more than just an escape." Luke said, his voice husky and hoarse as I felt him back me into the wall. My mouth parted slightly as his body pressed into mine, and I was rendered speechless from the shock of his forwardness. My eyes closed tightly when I felt his lips brush against my ear, his cheek brushing against mine. "I can give you an adventure." Copyrights to @SmilinForYa tanks for letting me do a Lashton Version of this amazing FanFiction <3
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It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

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