AlicaMoreau

        After an indeterminable amount of time, awareness dragged back across your consciousness, bringing with it a stab of pain. No, it was less like a stab and more like an entire Pampered Chef’s store full of cutlery stabbing into your flesh. Secondly, itchiness such as you had never felt before crawled over your skin. You reached up to scratch your face drearily, but your hand didn’t react for the longest time, and, when it did, it inched painstakingly slowly through what felt like gelatin rather than air.        It took hours -which were minutes in any reality that wasn’t based on pain- to feel anything other than th

        “I’m really sorry, Mr. Applebottom, but I don’t know what you’re talking about and we don’t appreciate jokes about death in this household.”        Slam.        “I got a phone call warning about you. I don’t want you scaring the kids.”        Slam.        Dean and Castiel stood outside a fourth house waiting for an answer to the doorbell for seven minutes before they saw a police car cruise by and stop in front of the house. The woman inside caught his eye and lifted a radio to her mouth, speaking into it too silently for him to hear, but he knew nonetheless what was being sai

        When I woke up in the morning, Aralya was gone. `She must have slept outside again. Why does she always do that?’ I sat up, holding my shoulder. There was barely any pain, or if there was, I was too accustomed to the sensation to feel it.        Aralya never knew the extent of pain Dichy had put me through, and I didn't plan on describing it to her. No one would ever find what I had been through if I had any say about it. If Dichy ever found out I told someone about what he did to me, he wouldn't be very happy… The thought made me shudder. When Aralya first joined us over a year ago, I was very relieved when he didn't b

        Broquili changed into the armor Vegeta gave her and admired her new look in the mirror. ‘Imagine that… Me, looking like a warrior. It must the first time in history for a Calculadoras to be going into an actual battle.’ She turned her head, frowning at the unruly locks of black hair tumbling around her face. ‘If I’m going to fight, that’s just going to get in the way.’        After searching around for a few minutes, she returned to the mirror with a pair of scissors in hand. She grabbed her hair in one hand and closed her eyes before snipping it all off. The hair that had before fallen arou

        By the time Altair woke up, the sound of rushing water filled his ears. He groaned, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around. Umar was standing next to the horse, patting its strong neck as it drank from a swollen river. When he heard the hay rustle, he turned and grinned at Altair. “Safety and peace, my son. It seems we have reached a bit of a dead end, for the recent rains have flooded the river and swept the bridge away. We must find another way across and then acquire a new horse, for this one has walked all night and is weary.”        “Ok,” Altair replied. He stood up and brushed the clinging hay from h