Okay here I am, really me this time.
“No! Please god, no! Not her... don’t let her be dead! She can’t be dead...”
Ack! Ack! Ack!! This is *SO* sad since I know who this is and what evil lays ahead!! (And when I say evil, I really think you've taken it to a new level. ;P)
And now he was alone and, she sensed, at the edge of his control.
Ooh! Very nice!
(Though, don't get the idea that I'm not still mad at you. ;P)
And then moving, moving faster than she ever had in her life before. Turning to Clark. Shoving at him. Pushing him away, down, to the floor. Anything to get him out of the path of the bullet.
Oh, God that's so sweet and sad and...
Except that he couldn’t see her. Or hear her. Or even feel her. To him, she wasn’t here at all. And it was killing her all over again to see his pain and be unable to do anything to comfort him.
Right now, my mind is trying to come up with a hundred different ways of how this could go, and I'm not even attempting to tackle the ressurrection... cause there *is* one... right?
I'm coming up with nothing so I'm off to read the next part.
Evil. Evil. Wendy --->
Sara --->
