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The sirens wailed in the distance. Whitney knew they would be here soon and she'd have to run. She took a long drag on her cigaratte and then stomped it out. She grabbed her cars keys and yelled down the hall.
"Jake, we gotta go!" She yelled. Jake appeared at the end of the hall. His blue eyes looking at her with a smirk on his perfect lips. His dirty blonde hair spiked up in a sexy way. He wore white supras with dark jeans and a red, black, and grey plaid shirt.
" 'K babe." Jake said. He walked down the hall to her and hugged her close. She wore a grey tank top with dark jeans too. But she wore black high top converse and had a small gold medalian on her neck. Jake kissed her neck, his lips lingering on her skin.
"Jake....we need to go." she said softly. Jake nodded and took the keys from her hand. They walked outside to the orange and black Bugatti Veryon and got it. Just then they saw the flash of blue and red strobes behind us. Jake started the veryon and drove off down the street.
The cops followed close behind them but they contiuned down the road, nowhere even close to the speed limit. Once they reached the highway they reached 115 mph. The cops were losing, falling farther and farther behind. Whitney smiled as Jake held her hand.
Just then the car veered to the side as Jake lost control of the wheel. The car slammed into the concrete median that was on her side of the car. The door got smashed and it broke off. Jake veered back into the middle off the highway and as he did she was thrown from her seat.
The seat belt, that was her life line right now. Fear shot through her as she held onto the belt for her life. Jake reached out with his free hand.
"Come on, Whit! Get back in!" He yelled over the sirens. The police had caught back up to them. She silently shook her head.
"I can't!" she yelled. Jake looked at her, then at the road, then back at her. An emotion she'd never seen in him crossed his eyes, fear, pain, sadness. Jake was't paying attention and veered off to the side again but this time to his side. The seat belt gave out and she was thrown from the car. She slammed into the ground and her head it the ground. Pain shot through her and she was knocked out.
Jake pulled the car over to the side of the road and instantly he was cuffed and held back my police officers. He watched, every second more painfull than the last, as Whitney lie unconcious in the midddle of the highway.
"Whitney! Whitney, get up! Baby please...get up..." Jake yelled through tears. His knees gave out and he kneeled on the ground, his hands still cuffed behind his back. Police officers stopped the cars and called in an ambulence. Jake was released and he ran over to Whitney's limp body as they put her in the ambulence. He held her hand tightly the hold time, hoping for any sign of her waking up.
But that sign never came....
The sirens wailed in the distance. Whitney knew they would be here soon and she'd have to run. She took a long drag on her cigaratte and then stomped it out. She grabbed her cars keys and yelled down the hall.
"Jake, we gotta go!" She yelled. Jake appeared at the end of the hall. His blue eyes looking at her with a smirk on his perfect lips. His dirty blonde hair spiked up in a sexy way. He wore white supras with dark jeans and a red, black, and grey plaid shirt.
" 'K babe." Jake said. He walked down the hall to her and hugged her close. She wore a grey tank top with dark jeans too. But she wore black high top converse and had a small gold medalian on her neck. Jake kissed her neck, his lips lingering on her skin.
"Jake....we need to go." she said softly. Jake nodded and took the keys from her hand. They walked outside to the orange and black Bugatti Veryon and got it. Just then they saw the flash of blue and red strobes behind us. Jake started the veryon and drove off down the street.
The cops followed close behind them but they contiuned down the road, nowhere even close to the speed limit. Once they reached the highway they reached 115 mph. The cops were losing, falling farther and farther behind. Whitney smiled as Jake held her hand.
Just then the car veered to the side as Jake lost control of the wheel. The car slammed into the concrete median that was on her side of the car. The door got smashed and it broke off. Jake veered back into the middle off the highway and as he did she was thrown from her seat.
The seat belt, that was her life line right now. Fear shot through her as she held onto the belt for her life. Jake reached out with his free hand.
"Come on, Whit! Get back in!" He yelled over the sirens. The police had caught back up to them. She silently shook her head.
"I can't!" she yelled. Jake looked at her, then at the road, then back at her. An emotion she'd never seen in him crossed his eyes, fear, pain, sadness. Jake was't paying attention and veered off to the side again but this time to his side. The seat belt gave out and she was thrown from the car. She slammed into the ground and her head it the ground. Pain shot through her and she was knocked out.
Jake pulled the car over to the side of the road and instantly he was cuffed and held back my police officers. He watched, every second more painfull than the last, as Whitney lie unconcious in the midddle of the highway.
"Whitney! Whitney, get up! Baby please...get up..." Jake yelled through tears. His knees gave out and he kneeled on the ground, his hands still cuffed behind his back. Police officers stopped the cars and called in an ambulence. Jake was released and he ran over to Whitney's limp body as they put her in the ambulence. He held her hand tightly the hold time, hoping for any sign of her waking up.
But that sign never came....
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
Or what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
Or a new place
Or even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every home to every bus
But we can’t bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
Or what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
Or a new place
Or even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every home to every bus
But we can’t bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??