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“God must hate me,” a young man said who was no older than eighteen. He was lying on a couch looking up at the ceiling. Beside him were two girls, both of which were around thirteen. They were twins with gray hair and wings. They looked mourningly at the boy. “To take away everything I ever had.” He rolled over to face the back of the couch, “First, my father, then my mother, and now this.” He pointed to a file that read “Asuna Sempai” on it, “My poor godmother.” He said quietly to himself. The boy looked up at the two girls, “You, my sisters, are all that’s left of my family. I’ll be damned if I lose you.” He sat up to hug the girls. Then he knelt down, “So, what do you girls want to eat?” A girl spoke out for the both of them, “Uh, Yang, how about we make you dinner?” Yang looked at them a bit confused, “Are you sure?” The girls nodded at once at their brother. Yang hesitated, “Well, okay. If you want.” The girls ran off to the kitchen to make their brother a meal. Yang sat back down as he sighed. His orange brushy tail twitched as he thought, “Those girls are very capable, they’ll be good on their own,” and with that thought he fell asleep.
Yang woke up with a startle has one of the twins was shaking him yelling, “Yang! Wake up! Fire! Fire!” Yang jumped and commanded her, “Tell me where your sister is?” “Downstairs, she’s trapped!” He picked up the girl and sat heron the windowsill, “Go for help.” She flew off to find the said help. He raced down the stairs to find the other girl. After a while of searching he found her under a support beam. “Yang... help.” She begging as the beam was crushing her. Yang ran reckless over to her, pushing away everything and anything that was in his way. He suddenly felt a huge pain in this left arm which he chose to ignore. After reaching the girl and the beam he tried to lift up the beam. Not long his arm gave out as he continued to try. One successful the girl ran outside and waited with her sister for their brother to immerge from the building. After Yang came out the girls began to scream. Yang, in order to figure out why, looked at his own arm to find it on fire. He began to yell in agony. Afterward after they found a doctor to look at it, the conclusion was grim, “Yang, you’ll never be able to use that arm again. There’s only one option, you could get it replaced by a mechanical arm.” Yang sighed then said, “God must hate me.”
Yang Calamity · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 04:30am · 0 Comments |
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