Princessa_de_la_Heartless
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- Posted: Tue, 07 Feb 2012 14:19:07 +0000
"Can't you just be happy that someone was willing to go out with you?" Julie commented. Denver was the only one in the car who didn't laugh. His face seemed to go up in flames as Julie twisted the small knife she had stabbed into the beast. The beast roared in pain, and I felt a little sorry for it. I reached out and tried to pull the blade out of the creature's metal body, but Julie slapped my hand away.
"Does this beast only do as it's told because of your blade? These creatures must live a life of pain. I do not wish for anyone to share my- I mean, it's- fate."
"It's a key, Emily," Julie explained, easily remembering the name, "And cars aren't alive... they never were, so they can't feel pain like we can."
"What do you mean your fate?" Denver asked. Of course. Leave it to the male to ask the question which is obviously trying to be avoided.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a random knob.
"That's the radio," Julie explained. She pressed it, and a strange sound came from it. Julie began humming and swaying her head from side to side. "I just love Behtoveen, don't you?"
"No... let's put on some rock'n roll!" Denver said, turning another knob. Drums blasted through the car, along with a few sounds I didn't reconise. A man was half singing, half shouting over the music, and a girl was singing in the background. I covered my ears to avoid the sound.
"Emily doesn't seem to like rock and roll, Denver." Julie pressed a button and Behtoveen returned, bringing relief to my sensative ears. I reached for the knob, wanting to see how it worked. I looked first at Julie, who nodded hesitently, then to Denver, who nodded eagerly.
I turned the knob slowly, stopping when the music stopped. Someone was talking.
"And in other news, a seventeen year old boy was found dead this morning." a man said.
"An investigation has begun in the case of James Woolbrite, who was murdered sometime last night. Neighbors say that the boy had often stayed with them to avoid his father, who was arrested twice on charges of murder. The boy was beaten, it seems, and his throat was ripped out. The boy had few posessions on his person when the body was found, and he appears to have been robbed. His father is a prime suspect due to his police record." a woman continued.
"Wow, isn't that horrible?" the man commented.
"And the boy's mother just reportedly gained custody over him..."
"Crap!" Denver yelled, making me stare at him, "What the hell did we do?"
"What?" Julie asked.
I smiled, "We taught a family to be stronger. It's a part of life... be strong or die. That boy wasn't strong enough."
"Does this beast only do as it's told because of your blade? These creatures must live a life of pain. I do not wish for anyone to share my- I mean, it's- fate."
"It's a key, Emily," Julie explained, easily remembering the name, "And cars aren't alive... they never were, so they can't feel pain like we can."
"What do you mean your fate?" Denver asked. Of course. Leave it to the male to ask the question which is obviously trying to be avoided.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a random knob.
"That's the radio," Julie explained. She pressed it, and a strange sound came from it. Julie began humming and swaying her head from side to side. "I just love Behtoveen, don't you?"
"No... let's put on some rock'n roll!" Denver said, turning another knob. Drums blasted through the car, along with a few sounds I didn't reconise. A man was half singing, half shouting over the music, and a girl was singing in the background. I covered my ears to avoid the sound.
"Emily doesn't seem to like rock and roll, Denver." Julie pressed a button and Behtoveen returned, bringing relief to my sensative ears. I reached for the knob, wanting to see how it worked. I looked first at Julie, who nodded hesitently, then to Denver, who nodded eagerly.
I turned the knob slowly, stopping when the music stopped. Someone was talking.
"And in other news, a seventeen year old boy was found dead this morning." a man said.
"An investigation has begun in the case of James Woolbrite, who was murdered sometime last night. Neighbors say that the boy had often stayed with them to avoid his father, who was arrested twice on charges of murder. The boy was beaten, it seems, and his throat was ripped out. The boy had few posessions on his person when the body was found, and he appears to have been robbed. His father is a prime suspect due to his police record." a woman continued.
"Wow, isn't that horrible?" the man commented.
"And the boy's mother just reportedly gained custody over him..."
"Crap!" Denver yelled, making me stare at him, "What the hell did we do?"
"What?" Julie asked.
I smiled, "We taught a family to be stronger. It's a part of life... be strong or die. That boy wasn't strong enough."