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July 2, 2012
By OnyxFever, Everett, Washington
OnyxFever, Everett, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Once born into childlike faith, brimming with belief, typical people begin to lose their faith. Society mocks them. Their friends smirk. They come to change the world, but over time the world changes them. Soon they forget who they were; they forget the faith they once had. Then one day someone tells them the truth, but they don’t want to go back, because they’re comfortable in their new skin. Being a stranger in this world is never easy."
~Ted DeKker (From Saint)


Summary:

His hands blurred in and out of his vision. Blankly, he watched the thick crimson blood drip off his fingertips and fall into the glistening pool forming in his lap. Drip… drip… drip… counting away the last seconds of his life. Shifting abruptly into shadows, his whole world faded to black. As his limp body toppled sideways, landing in a broken heap on the floor, a smell clawed its way under the heavy door. Smoke.



Footsteps. Running footsteps. They slapped down the stairs, echoing through the empty building. “Hello? Are you down here, kid?” a choked whisper, followed by a crash as someone smashed into the other side of the door, “Anyone here?”



The choked voice was fighting to make itself heard above the crackling and popping of the ever growing fire. Bursting into the basement, a man gasped and rushed forward to the boy’s side. “Russell? Oh God. Russell? Is that you?! You’re gonna be okay. Can you hear me?” Automatically his index and middle fingers went to the boy’s neck, checking for a pulse. At first, nothing, then a small throbbing. Four seconds later, another. Four and a half seconds later, another. His pulse was rapidly diminishing.


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