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Alone TogetherIn the dark there was the echoing sounds of screams. Pete’s soles snapped against the decaying lino of the long hallway. The air he gulped tasted musty and sat heavily in his aching stomach. He rounded a corner. What had they fed him; he wondered the thought crashing quickly beneath the need for Joe, Andy and Patrick. The names repeated, a name for a step; Joe, Andy, Patrick. He twisted as he ran; the hallway behind him was empty. They couldn’t be far behind. He squeezed the gory hook in his hand and kept going.Alone Together by Seraph5
“Come on, come on, fuck! Come on!” he snarled under his breath, the shouts of horror in the hallways sounding no different, giving no clue of direction. He could hear Joe and Andy but Patrick’s voice had vanished. The building was a maze. He gagged fighting to hold his pace and keep his stomach down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of frosted glass doors, different from the endless parade of dingy wooden doorways before. He trie
holding handsI remember when we first met. I thought you were stunning, beautiful, gorgeous. As I got to know you, I realized that you are much more than that. More than words could ever describe. I thought you were perfect.holding hands by sh-el
I remember when I first asked you out. I was to nervous to spit the question out, but you got what I meant and said yes.
I remember our first kiss. It was so soft and gentle, like we had to keep nice or it would all go away.
I remember our first time. We were both nervous as hell and had no idea what to do. But that was what made it the best sex ever.
Bust most of all, I remember the first time I held your pale hand in mine. You said you were cold, so I gave you my jacket. A few minutes later, you were rubbing your hands together. I gently grabbed your hand and held it mine. It was so cold I was afraid it was going to get frost bite.
I continued to hold your hand until we got to your house. I didn't want to let go, but you said I had to.
Oh, Tricky, I just want to hold your han
LLW The Resistance Ch1p1Chapter 1: The ResistanceLLW The Resistance Ch1p1 by Seraph5
It had been a long time since such unrest had infected the inhabitants of Base 5. The fear was carried from one person to another like a virus spread with words. They had heard a lumen had been captured and brought into the base, their last haven. It was a dangerous move and while the decision had not been made lightly, they resented it. The leader of the resistance in Base 5 went to meet the hunting team halfway to the holding cell. He waited in the empty hall that had been cleared for the creatures passing. He watched the lights that lit the metallic grey corridor, every third one red to warn of the danger in the area. His right hand hung on the holster on his hip, which did not carry a gun but instead carried a large flashlight. It wasn't long before a hunting team of four rounded the corner, dragging with them the lumen. The team all dressed in ragged white stood in stark contrast to the lumen that was all in black. He struggled against the hands t
LLW The Resistance Ch1p2"First aid kit?" Patrick asked Williams. She stared at him for a moment before pointing to a white box on the shelving unit in the corner. He strode past the researchers, lifting the box off the shelf and then walked back out the door of the o-room. He stood in front of the holding cell door, turned the small levers on the side of his goggles to reduce the light and slipped inside the holding cell. The lumen stared up at him and ceased pulling on the chains, though a low growl issued from the back of his throat. Patrick stared down at him pausing just inside the doorway. Immediately through the speakers he heard Williams' voice on the microphone that allowed the o-room to communicate with the holding cell.LLW The Resistance Ch1p2 by Seraph5
"Patrick, what are you doing?" she asked, her tone slightly concerned.
"Testing a theory," Patrick said warily, keeping his eyes on the lumen. "Watch him."
"Okay," came Williams' voice and then the speaker went quiet. He couldn't help noticing the reluctance in her tone.
LLW The Resistance ch2p2But Aren't All Dreams Just Interludes Anyway?LLW The Resistance ch2p2 by Seraph5
"Dude, wake up!"
Patrick felt light headed as his surroundings rolled in around him like pieces of a set in a play. He sat up and shook his head then looked around wondering if he'd always been there. The place seemed surprisingly familiar and yet had a distinctly fake appearance, like the lounge chairs were made of cardboard. The immaculate carpet was made of sewn wool. The large window panes with sweeping views of landing strips and airplanes were giant TV screens. The song playing on the PA was 'LAX to O'Hare' instead of dull flight times and ads for restaurants in the food courts. Only one thing around him looked perfectly normal and wholly real.
"Pete is it really you?" Patrick breathed dumbfounded. Standing over him looking down was Pete Wentz all in white. He nodded vigorously. His hair was short and he was sporting a beard. His irises were dark with crows feet reaching cheerily outwards. His skin was tanned a
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