Welcome To Damnation by shadow-princess07, literature
Literature
Welcome To Damnation
No, this was all wrong. Where was the light, the brightness of the afterlife? Where were the angels, his escorts into the Pearly Gates he'd been taught about? Or the demons, his escorts to damnation?
He was sure he'd died, he felt his mind leave his body. It was like he'd been vacuumed out his skin and tossed into the air to join the clouds. Relaxing was the only way to describe the feeling. But then he began to panic. What was the afterlife? Was there nothing, as some had believed? All through his childhood he'd been taught that there was an afterlife. Where was it? He felt as if he was floating up, high into the sky. That was good, right?
A girl, fearful excitement widening her eyes the farther from the warehouse she found herself. With every sliver of time that passed, the feeling of being a prisoner began to leave her. Though she heard no sound behind her, the bright shining of his flashlight made her aware of her captors presence. Brushing her dirty, bloody, sweat-drenched blond hair behind a mound of boxes and crates to avoid the razor-like beam, fearing that if it were to touch her, it would slice her like he would if he caught her.
In a morbid fashion, she found herself thanking the man that hid her from the world for taking her shoes; she could flee much quieter
.:The Change:.
"Andrew, please!", Cassandra shouted in agony, writhing in pain and flailing her arms in the pale, gorgeous young man's direction. Her blond hair flipped back and forth, covering her face, as she twisted her body in every direction she could. Her eyes, pupils getting smaller by the second, continuously enlarging the green around them, rolled back in their sockets, only showing the whites as Andrew watched Cassandra unblinkingly. Again, she shouted his name, "Andrew!", this time louder than the last.
Flinching, Andrew clenched his jaw and eyes shut tightly and shifted his weight fro
Welcome To Damnation by shadow-princess07, literature
Literature
Welcome To Damnation
No, this was all wrong. Where was the light, the brightness of the afterlife? Where were the angels, his escorts into the Pearly Gates he'd been taught about? Or the demons, his escorts to damnation?
He was sure he'd died, he felt his mind leave his body. It was like he'd been vacuumed out his skin and tossed into the air to join the clouds. Relaxing was the only way to describe the feeling. But then he began to panic. What was the afterlife? Was there nothing, as some had believed? All through his childhood he'd been taught that there was an afterlife. Where was it? He felt as if he was floating up, high into the sky. That was good, right?
A girl, fearful excitement widening her eyes the farther from the warehouse she found herself. With every sliver of time that passed, the feeling of being a prisoner began to leave her. Though she heard no sound behind her, the bright shining of his flashlight made her aware of her captors presence. Brushing her dirty, bloody, sweat-drenched blond hair behind a mound of boxes and crates to avoid the razor-like beam, fearing that if it were to touch her, it would slice her like he would if he caught her.
In a morbid fashion, she found herself thanking the man that hid her from the world for taking her shoes; she could flee much quieter
.:The Change:.
"Andrew, please!", Cassandra shouted in agony, writhing in pain and flailing her arms in the pale, gorgeous young man's direction. Her blond hair flipped back and forth, covering her face, as she twisted her body in every direction she could. Her eyes, pupils getting smaller by the second, continuously enlarging the green around them, rolled back in their sockets, only showing the whites as Andrew watched Cassandra unblinkingly. Again, she shouted his name, "Andrew!", this time louder than the last.
Flinching, Andrew clenched his jaw and eyes shut tightly and shifted his weight fro
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