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Great work you guys. Great work with Pasha too. If you need me to write a part for Pasha just let me know, but till then I think your characters have got it.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight for
@naiya-dyani @esmeralda-gramilton @dakota
Good work you guys!
So Esmeralda, is Sandyra still supposed to talk to Zenyth?
Sold souls and dead promises
Yes, I believe so. Either that or we can add in an OC or something. She isn’t officially part of the bad rebels (I forget their name, sorry) yet, but I do want her to be.
Whatever works for you, I guess.
I wonder what I was thinking whenever I re-read my old, well-loved stories
Okee dokee!
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.Kedori tried a smile. She feels sorry for me. It’s better than being cruel, but there’s no need to feel bad for me. Not really. He shook his head.
Your signing is fine. He paused. And. . . yes, I’m alright.
His mouth twisted. But. . . will he really heal in there? Will anyone take care of him? Is it clean there, or could he get infected? He sucked in a breath. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to trouble you. But he’s a good friend of mine, and–I don’t want something worse to happen to him.
He bit back tears. You’ve got to hold on, Kiet, he thought. I’ll get you out of there. But you’ve got to hold on until I do.
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.
One tear clouded Megyn’s eye as she watched the youth bit his lip. His hands stopped and he simply looked at her, with a desperate look in his eyes.
His friend. The Sparrow suspect is a friend of my fellow Mockingbird agent.
Lifting her hands, she signed back to him, To be honest, it doesn’t look like he will. No one will take care of him, I’m sure of that. And it’s far from hygienic in there.
Her hands paused briefly, then finished, I’m afraid that, unless a miracle happens, infection is inevitable.
Megyn swallowed and lowered her gaze to the dark ground. How painful, to have your friend be hated and hunted by your own agency. And now held prisoner, wounded and alone.
Alone. She lifted her eyes to the night-shrouded hills, so far away. Her gaze focused on the shadowy crests, just barely visible in the dark night.
I know how painful that is.
She sighed, pressed her lips together tightly and turned her eyes to meet his gaze. Lifting her hands, she signed, I’m sorry.
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.A lump formed in Kedori’s throat. No. He can’t. . .
Meeting the young woman’s eyes, he signed rapidly, tears trickling down his cheeks. If he gets infected, he could die. Isn’t there some way we could stop it? Couldn’t someone care for him in there? Would they let you?
A wet nose touched his arm. He looked down as Pasha let out a soft whine and gazed up at him. Swallowing hard, he rubbed the dog’s head. It’s okay, he signed to it, forcing his tears back.
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I’m thinking that they might let Megyn come in to take care of Kiet, but wouldn’t let him be taken to the hospital unless he got sick enough to need constant care to live. So. . . looks like that’s going to have to happen. *rubs hands* It would probably take a day or so for infection to set in, though, so we’ll have a little bit of a time stretch before then.
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.
Megyn’s heart twisted inside of her as his cheeks glistened with tears. Blinking back the ones clouding her view, she lifted her hands.
I’m sure no one in there will care for him, she signed, As far as I know, none of the guards have have any medical training. I afraid . . . they won’t have much mercy on a Sparrow suspect.
Her lip quivered. Forcing it still, she went on, I – I might be able to. . . I’ll have to speak with the Warden and with my Squad Commander. But I will do my best.
Out loud she whispered softly as her eyes brightened, I had promised I wouldn’t forget him . . ., maybe now I can really keep that promise.
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That will work for me. And it will give us time to catch up with the rest of ’em in the timeline.
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.Kedori’s heart leapt. Would you please? he signed rapidly. I’d be so grateful. He bit his lip. I might have a hard time paying you–but I promise I will, as soon as I can! He met the young woman’s eyes. Thank you so much.
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As time passed in silence, weariness overtook Kiet’s body. He slumped against the wall, trying to ignore the discomfort of his wrists as he attempted to sleep. Finally, he relaxed and began to drift off.
Wet. Cold.
Kiet started awake, panic coursing through his veins. The dressing on his leg was dark with some fluid from the cell floor–he didn’t want to know what it was. He struggled to shove the wet dressing down with his other foot, biting his lip against the pain. I can’t let it get into the wound. It’ll get infected. Breathing hard, he tried to kick the edge of the bandage from its clasp, finally throwing his shoe off and unwrapping it with his toes.
He grasped the end of the bandage and rubbed at the gaping wound with it, gasping sharply at every pang it sent up his leg. I have to clean it. I have to get that liquid out.
At a sudden shot of pain, Kiet became aware of warm fluid running down his calf once more. Blast, he thought, gritting his teeth and biting back tears. I reopened it. And with the bandage off, it’s just exposed to the open. . .
Eyes filling, he stared up at the dark stone ceiling. Please, God. I need You. Help me. . . it hurts so much. It’s going to get infected. . .
Tears trickled down his cheeks. Why. . . why did this happen? I didn’t do anything! Was it wrong to even go to that Sparrow meeting? I’m sorry. . . His throat grew tight with stifled sobs. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. Please forgive me. I’m sorry!
Shadows of sorrow and self-loathing swirled around Kiet. He huddled beneath them in the dark of the cell, thoughts repeating like a skipping record in his mind. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gone. It was wrong to even think of it. God’s going to abandon me here. And I’ll deserve it. I’m going to die. . .
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Poor kid. . . I think he’ll need some counseling from Megyn. XD I hope that wasn’t too graphic for anyone!!
I’m thinking at this point, Megyn can come in the next day to tend it, then perhaps when she cleans it the day after Kiet shows signs of infection. I’d research this stuff even more thoroughly for my own novels, but I can at least make this as realistic as possible. 😉
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.
It wasn’t for me, though understandably sad *sniffs*
She’ll do her best, which has to make it out of me somehow. 🙂
That sounds good to me.________________________________________________________
Megyn smiled as she raised her hands to reply.
I will, she signed. But don’t feel pressured to pay me. I don’t need it and I – I know how hard money can be to come by.
She paused a moment, as though she thought of something. then continued. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you for helping me up back there. My name’s Megyn.
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.Kedori forced a smile, eyes watering. I’m Kedori. Thank you–for helping him. He met the woman’s eyes. Can I come with you if they let you help him? . . . if it’s not too much trouble. I work in the back office in the third sector. His gaze lowered. I haven’t seen Kiet in such a long time. I want to be there for him in any way I can. He looked up, eyebrows twisted. I know he would never do anything wrong. Not on purpose. I wish– He gritted his teeth. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t bother you like this.
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Once they’re done here, you can give Megyn a bit asking for permission or not as you choose, and then we can move on to the next day with Kiet if that works for you. XD
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.
Megyn nodding, smiling a little as she raised her hands to reply. Your welcome. It’s only
She paused, thought a moment, then continued, I do want to bring you, but I wouldn’t raise any suspicions. If they think you and I are playing double agents, we’ll both lose our jobs-or worse.
Swallowing, she hesitatingly signed. Don’t feel like you’re bothering me; I’m here to help, no matter what. And you just want to help Kiet. You just want to throw your arms around them again and do everything in your power to protect them and-
Her hand shook. Biting her lip, she forced it to be steady as she finished, And love them. I – I know . . .how that feels.
A tear glistened in her eye as she bowed her head and wrestled with her emotions. Faces had been fading in and out of her mind as she had talked. Now she could barely hold back the tears.
Setting her jaw, she signed. I’ll be Sector 2 gate at a quarter after noon tomorrow if I have the permission. If not . . . she swallowed, I’m very sorry.
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Okay, sounds good.
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.Great job guys. I loved reading all that.
I’ll be disappearing for two weeks, but then I’ll be back. Just figured I should mention that if anyone tried to contact me.
TTFN
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight for
@kayla-skywriter Thanks! And we’ll see you then. 🙂
What are you up to for two weeks?
Psalm 119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.@emberynus-the-dragonslayer @naiya-dyani @dakota @kayla-skywriter @esmeralda-gramilton @urwen-starial
Hey guys, I’m so so so sorry for falling off the face of the earth lately. Life has been crazy as our summer was jam packed with dance intensives, camps and things, so I’ve been really neglecting all of my writing, and I feel horribly that I’ve not been active in a long while.
I’m hoping to get at least one chapter in this weekend or Monday, and another done at least by the end of the month.
Again, I’m so sorry that I haven’t kept up, and amazing job, and all the cookies and kudos to those of you who have been and have been writing lately. 🙂 🙂
Thanks to everyone for being so patient with me!! ~Mayacat
I do not write the story... the Universe writes the story and I am simply its messenger.
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