Jackie reapears behind the guy and slits his throat, and then lights his body on fire. She scoops me up and brings me out, the sheild braking as she breaks down the door. My vision shifts and I close my eyes, everything going black.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I drop as the door breaks down, being pushed back. Jackie comes running out with Rayah. I follow her to the dorm again and look over Rayah worriedly before helping Nic up and waking him.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Bleeding out quickly, Jackie pulls the glass from my leg and my torso, stitching together the wound so no more blood would get out. My face pale, she looks over me before looking down, almost sure she can't do anything more. I cough up blood and moan, falling asleep.
Well, sh*t.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I swallow and Nic sets his forehead on my shoulder, tired, "Relax, kid. Whatever happens, happens. She'll be okay at the least. The venom doesn't always take effect..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I study her before looking at the scratches on my arms. I hesitate before going to crouch before her, "Just stay around here. The moment you feel something going wrong, tell me. I've... had my share of run-ins with newborns. I know enough..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language — Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey