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Date Posted: 19:25:57 07/07/04 Wed
Author: Briar
Subject: � b o y s d o n ' t c r y
In reply to: Clive 's message, ".Last." on 17:22:01 07/07/04 Wed

((OCC-Not boring--good! ^_^ Gah...I'm all sad too; Clive's dying! And this is only the second time Briar-charry's interacted with him and I'm still all depressed. It's a tragic end for Clive, really. *mutters* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, this is gonna be an alternate universe...happy thoughts...))

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� This was agony like he�d never felt before. He was on fire, plunged into a raging inferno that burned inside him, and at the same time, he it felt as though he�d never be warm again. His fingers, arms, legs were stiff, and a blue cold crept across him�death�s touch. He was falling away from his body, into black oblivion, as the chill slipped like a snake through veins. But there was pain, so intense it was as if knives had been thrust into every inch of his flesh, as if he was being eaten alive by flame, as if a madman clawed at him, trying to ply his skin from his bones and pull his eyes from their sockets. He arched off the ground, caught in a convulsion, twisting his arms underneath him, and letting out the remains of a choked scream�a groan.

�

� He should have been dead�

� Briar was sitting up, one leg still bent at an abnormal angle but currently ignored. He was staring from the gaping hole in his chest to his hands, covered in blood, like Indian paint. The bolt was still buried in his flesh, nestled just barely to the right of his heart, and here he was, alive, breathing. The intense anguish (at least, the physical kind), had receded to a dull ache. And yet the red flow continued to seep down his chest and across the fabric of his shirt.

� Suddenly, he was aware of Clive, and he made to face away, but�the man was alive! The boy ignored all protests from his arms and twisted leg, and with a grunt of effort, hauled himself to the Drifter�s side, the wicked bird hopping a few feet off with an indignant caw. He moved no further though�the Raven could smell death on the older one, and knew it would not be long. And there was little hope for the second, far from his kind and crippled as he was�

� Briar rolled the man over, taking little care to be gentle (lacking the strength or will to be so). He was hit with a wave of despair�the wounds were fatal, though so was his; or so it should have been. He gripped the collar of the man�s travel cloak rather tightly, as though clutching would bring him back, and his fingers pressed against the skin that was going cold beneath. Blood from a graze near his hairline ran down the side of his face and mixed with sweat, and the large, messy hole, bolt protruding, continued to bleed, the staining on his shirt spreading across the thirsty fabric.

�Cl�� God, it hurt to talk, ��ive�I�they��

� His breath left him and the severe agony returned. A sharp pain, as though someone had prod his puncture with a stick, pierced him, and he nearly cried out, slumping further and letting out a half-muffled whimper.

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Replies:

Stupid tags... -- Briar, 19:28:03 07/07/04 Wed
- .End. -- Clive, 22:36:47 07/07/04 Wed
  - Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 14:13:17 07/08/04 Thu
  - � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 19:17:08 07/08/04 Thu
    - >Wolf< -- Huttser, 22:01:59 07/08/04 Thu
      - � b o y s nbsp; d o n ' t nbsp; c r y -- Briar, 05:37:10 07/09/04 Fri
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 19:30:21 07/11/04 Sun
        � b o y s d o n ' t c r y -- Briar, 16:29:06 07/17/04 Sat
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 20:02:25 07/21/04 Wed
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:37:01 07/24/04 Sat
        � boys don't cry -- Briar, 18:25:21 08/15/04 Sun
        <shinigami> -- Lily / company, 19:36:19 08/15/04 Sun
        Not Every Rose Has Thorns -- Sadie Rose, 18:50:04 10/05/04 Tue
        Break You Now -- Briar, 18:45:13 10/06/04 Wed
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 13:09:47 10/07/04 Thu
        >Wolf< -- Huttser, 18:25:00 10/14/04 Thu
        Just Bend the Pieces Till They Fit -- Briar, 19:11:41 10/14/04 Thu
        e m p t y -- Kaen, 18:45:05 11/06/04 Sat