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((I was bored so I decided to write this. Tell me what u think. wink ))
“Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses-”
“As we forgive those who trespass against us,” the boy finished in a slow, deliberate voice. He walked toward the other boy with slow steps, a half smile gracing his face. The black leather boots he was wearing made a clicking sound that echoed across the floor of the large stone church. He stopped when he was only a few feet away from the boy kneeling down at the head of the church. For a moment, he only looked at the back of the other boy’s head and noted how fittingly different they were. His own dark, short, spiky hair was in perfect contrast to the other boy’s long, curly, white-gold hair. “I have to admit I thought it would be a little harder to find you. It doesn’t surprise me to see you here though. You’re a fool. He doesn’t love you. Can’t you see that?”
The boy kneeling on the floor didn’t look at him. “And what would someone like you know about love?”
“More than you would think,” the brown-haired boy replied, the smile never leaving his lips for a second. “Show me your face.” After the boy didn’t move, he spoke up again, this time with more force. “I wasn’t asking. Show me your face.”
The boy on the ground was still for a moment longer. Then, slowly, he stood up and turned around. As he did so, the differences between him and the other boy became more obvious. His eyes were an ice blue. He was tall with a delicate face and delicate features like a child’s. There seemed to be an innocence about him. Yet somehow, he also looked very old and knowledgeable as well as strong and brave. On the other hand, the boy across from him had a hard jaw line and rigid structure. There seemed to be a deep, unwavering anger behind his dark brown, almost black eyes. The two boys stood there a moment, just looking at each other. The sun shown off the blonde haired boy like a glowing halo, while the other boy stood in the shadows as if embracing the darkness.
“Now you shall see,” said the boy in the shadow, “if your God really forgives you.” There was a flash of light, something reflecting the sun streaming in through the church’s stained windows. The blonde haired boy let out a grunt, and his face twisted into a look of pain. Blood ran down his stomach, staining his clothes and the metal of the sword sticking out of him. As the sword was pulled out of him, he fell in a heap on the ground, bloody and motionless.
“No!” Mia shouted as she shot into an upright position. There was a buzzing sound and she looked over to see the alarm clock by her bed, buzzing to wake her up. She sighed and rubbed her face over her hands, noticing that her forehead was damp with sweat. She had had the same dream for the past few weeks now. This was the first time she had seen the dark-haired boy’s face though. He took the appearance of a boy in her class who had just transferred schools from some big city. Why he was in her dream made no sense. Then again, it didn’t really matter. It was only a dream. With another sigh she heaved herself out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready for school.
 Katie Wildheart · Sun Oct 03, 2010 @ 11:12pm · 0 Comments |
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