#fadingtodust

[viktorsilverstone]

Fading to Dust from Misha 0:

An old enemy lie bleeding out in front of Viktor, some how this didn’t bring him any kind of satisfaction. He spoke there native tongue when he addressed the dying man. “I told you if you followed me something like this was bound to happen” sounding rather indifferent about the situation he lifted Misha’s jacket to observe the wound. “I don’t think you have long friend, I’d start saying your prayers”.

[viktorsilverstone]

Fading to Dust

She was still grinning, she was still laughing, he didn’t know weather that gave him hope or greatly disturbed him given Plast’s condition, a shot to her hip and she couldn’t stand on that leg.What the hell was she even doing there? She just sort of showed up, she must have heard the shoot out. What he didn’t know was why she joined in why did she have to get involved. He wanted to ask her but he was too busy trying to get them to the escape vehicle. “Clover is going to kill me if she finds out what happened to you” he said between labored breaths. He could see the van now and smirked to himself, he was almost there. Pain suddenly shot up his leg when a bullet tore through it. He dropped to his knee, he refused to drop Plast though, the thought of Clovers wrath alone made sure of that. He was up again, bullets hissed past him and he took a few more shells, his Vest absorbing most of them. The van was moving before he got both legs in it, he roared with Victory and slid Plast in to the seat while he crumpled down on to the floor. “We did it!, Plast, I have to thank you, I don’t think I could have gotten out of there on my own” he said through half chuckles. They hit a hard bump, and her arm swung off the seat, dangling infront of the Russians face. This caused him to sit up right, her arm was limp, she was limp. He stared at her motionless form on the seat, looked on in horror to the realization he wasn’t the only one who had been shot at. Try as he might to resuscitate the poor girl it was far too late, and the rest of the ride was in solemn silence, he knew who he had to face next, and he would have preferred to been the one who died.  

[viktorsilverstone]

Fading to Dust

Viktor hated the idea of taking Sam on a job with him, it was something she had insisted on, arguing that he had seen her work but she never got to see him. It was a foolish argument, and more so was when he agreed to it. He carefully planned this one out, it would be a small job, something he could easily handle himself. A small Pawn shop was said to have been traded a fine jewel by an ignorant customer that was down on his luck. Viktor instructed her to enter as a customer, and to let him handle everything. Everything had gone according to plan, until the shop owner took one of the antique rifles from the wall and held the Russian at gun point, forcing him to drop his gun. That’s when Sam stepped in, she executed the owner with her own side arm. He was on his way to her, running across the room to make sure she was ok. And then he heard an other gun shot, he felt a damp warmth spray against his face, and the taste of copper was on his lips. He barely registered what happened until Sam fell against him, he could see the shooter behind her. He quickly spun to put himself between the shooter and Sam, spinning with her in his arms. The assailant shot twice more, the bullets however did not break through the vest, and with Sam now facing him took him out with one shot. Viktor felt her falling, he helped her to lay down on her back, assessing the damage. It was bad, the bullet had come out of her clean, but it was right through her heart. They stared in to each others eyes, Viktors mouth hang agape, he didn’t know what to say, what could he say? she saved his life and it killed her. “I’m sorry” he choked out in a whisper, he held her hand tightly, and he felt her grip slowly diminish, until there was nothing there.It had been a long time since the Russian let his emotions get the better of him, he lifted her up and cradled her in his arms. He ignored the sirens approach, or he simply did not hear them over his own cries.

[sphinxprinciple-blog]

[ Parent Ask ] - w/ stealthbaby

Tears flooded her eyes and pain overwhelmed her.  She had almost fallen down, but as usual he was there to catch her.  She was glad, because it felt like the last time.  Her stomach churned painfully and her head began to swim.  She only opened her eyes when his forehead touched hers. She felt sick.  This wasn’t how she wanted it to go.  It wasn’t time yet.  She wasn’t done here...and it was a surprising thing to realise.  For so long she’d felt so finished with life as a whole, but unable to stop.  Now she was begging for more time. “I love you too.” She gasped his name at him, his real one.  The one he’d trusted her with and very few others.  She would always be thankful for the privilege. “So much.” There was so much blood.  The shot had pierced her back high, the bullet lodging in her lung.  Breathing was quickly becoming harder and she was already choking on a metallic taste.  When she licked her lips blood stained them dark. Her hands came up, shuddering violently, and she squeezed him with the last of her strength.  She couldn’t even cry properly with the way she was suffocating on her own blood.  She trembled against him. It wasn’t fair.

[almondcyanide]

fading to dust (haha, right back atacha)

{Actually, I'm making it into a post so that I can hide it under a Read More}

[almondcyanide]

fading to dust

"NOOOO!" A guttural scream rose from the depths of Tanner’s stomach as he saw Shay lying on the floor. Her whole body shaking, contorting in pain, shutting down. He kneeled before her, grabbed her body. A third of an almond cookie had fallen inches away from her. The cookies that were meant for Torin. He called 911, but it was too late, the fast-acting poison had already done its deed.

[almondcyanide]

Fading to Dust

"Celeste…" he whispered as he saw her give out her last breath. Who had done this? Why? He touched his face feeling and unfamiliar sensation: a tear rolled down his cheek.

He’d find the bastard. Find the bastard and make her or him pay.

[ifyoulikeitpleaseconfess]

Cassandra, if you're reading this, I am NOT on tumblr!!! I'm studying ochem like I'm supposed too........maybe.....if you see posts from me, it's not really me... ;)