Challenge number one:
pressed the grocery bag over the counter his bony body. Did not recognize where I was, but I knew there was no house of his uncles.
looked around, trying to focus. His myopia had increased further and the diopter lenses were not right, so it looked all a blur and had difficulty focusing.
The sky was growing dark, the night arrived with his dark cloak of stars and more confused.
The chest was filled with anguish. I was alone, there in the middle of nowhere. Only two departments, the rows of buildings that had the front had the light on.
The place was not dirty or anything ethyl, but the shadows made him look creepy and stalker.
Some bins, near him, he waved. Green turned his eyes so rapidly that her pale neck snapped by the movement, leaving a sharp pain in the area. Of these, came a cat with fur as black and opaque as your own hair.
The cold began to transfer his poor coat, the sleeves of which were already faded and often bent, and the shorts that were his arms.
decided to keep walking, somewhere would go and if he was lucky, end up near the house or at least in a recognizable place.
His footsteps echoed against the cobbled sidewalk. Looked around, a little nervous, hoping that something will jump up and take him. But be reproached himself the lack of understanding of their own thoughts, who would take it to him?
heard screams away. Her skin was chicken. He quickened his step, I wanted to get home soon as possible.
The bag seemed Despite increasingly in his arms, but did not care.
- Potter? Where are you? "The voice of his aunt visited the site. His shadow moved towards him.
never felt so happy to see it.
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Challenge Number Two:
The cold caressing his bones through his skin. I could almost feel pleasure compared to that caused in your body. But was not sure, I could not remember how I felt the real pleasure.
His hands were red, especially the right, squeeze the black cane with pictures of fire. The steps were silent on the deserted street, a whisper of cement.
The leather jacket was open, revealing the walk wrinkled blue shirt and faded light blue. His eyes, cold and hard, like icebergs of indifference, just looked straight ahead, his mind wandered in only God knows why. But perhaps God does not exist, as he so stated.
His breath was whistling, as always. A meow a cat was heard nearby, but he did not direct or eyes or his thoughts about the fact. He was used.
His motorcycle had run out of gas a few blocks back, his cell phone was not working and had left his pager in his office. No matter, walking made him feel calm.
Her hair, brown from gray, danced to the rhythm of a breeze that swept the buildings around him. Light, the pathetic lighting from a couple of lanterns, allowed not to crash into the garbage bags left in place.
That
was the shortest way to his apartment but not the best. He knew the risks were great, but I needed silence. And that journey it was.
It required
peace, clearly missed. Solitude needed to be understood.
His chest was full of something he did not remember having felt, or maybe yes and had forgotten. But his stomach was in knots, his throat was blocked by a stone, his tongue ached, his throat was itching and his mind was a network of ideas unlink.
He felt lost, felt he had betrayed the trust he felt fear and loathing of himself.
felt guilt. ----
Challenge number three:
He turned in bed. The sheets were tangled in his legs. I could not sleep, but he was used.
Below we heard the murmurs of the people. A scream echoed through the place, making sat bolt upright, sweating and the wand pressed firmly in your hand.
quickly got dressed and went downstairs. It made no sense to stay there, awake and full of intrigue.
It felt like a long dark street, surrounded the house and off and empty shops. It was like ... like going to Diagon Alley for that day and night.
The house fell into a deep silence, while I could hear her breathing. She picked up her blond hair behind her ear to perceive with more certainty if you could hear something.
With his robe and on, left the huge room and slipped through the halls carrying a giant staircase and a room even larger.
Your mother stood, with a common position on it. But if you saw his eyes staring, you could see that the cold froze his face. His father was in the room and stared at his aunt.
¾ Draco, how good you got ¾ said the woman. His heavy eyes fixed on his wand, which had firmly in his right hand, then smiled quietly.
Suddenly everything became cloudy. He could not recall with certainty that there happened afterwards. Only his skin cold and clammy, nerves, surprise, terror, pity and shame.
¾ "Draco?! Answers! ¾ his beloved mother whispered to her. His father looked as if he asked you something.
¾ I do not know, I'm not sure ¾ looked away. ¾ Maybe. I do not know.
did not want say. Seriously not. I knew it was him. It took six years to see, pursue, disturb. Could recognize his face anywhere, in any comment. Even if it was swollen and red.
And while she sat in that dark alley without order or logic.
Solo. ----
Challenge Number Four: Anyone who looked, it would be a blonde, a bit low, muscular and ready to kick ass. But nothing, ever, for his kind eyes.
Although, of course, looks do not say anything, really. Only one speaks of what we have above. His high cheekbones and wrinkled his forehead said he was serious, its neat but comfortable clothes showed her simple but elegant, the butt of the Beretta 92FS his hip that gave him power.
But she never used his power to do something frowned upon, his years in the police force and as captain of his squad spoke highly of her. But she looked at the commonalities of those who do not exercise: its face was contentment and peace, while his muscles were constantly made, alert.
Anyone who lived in that city, know that there's nothing wrong happened. And never, no one would suspect a blonde and petite, and less of man with blue cap, dark jacket and face "I've lived in a forest for centuries," who was behind it. The trust between them and the outside is paramount. Taking into account that the town still remained the basis of tourism in the area.
She, or slow or lazy, walked faster and went to the old city. Better to avoid problems, he thought. And of course, the gentleman who was still behind her like a shadow.
entered into an alley, the windows were broken and there were few, with poor lighting (even though it was seven) and had what it takes to work.
and ascertained whether the gun was loaded, pulled the pin and hid behind some trash cans. Looked, for the banks, made the mouth of the alley, to see its arrival. It felt like in the lion's mouth, but she would eat that day.
"Hello, hello, Mr. Vampcota-waved and started shooting.
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Challenge number five:
listened the sound of his footsteps on the gravel, the car in the distance, the voices of people in the streets, the chirping of birds around, the laughter of children nearby. But I had no voice.
stated the seal on his back and looked around. His eyes, so like a blue night that almost had stars, absorbed light from lampposts around him.
The Sage black cloak fell on the French city with parsimony. The air was filled with the smells that characterized Paris, coffee, lust, and women's perfume.
belonging is felt all So, the smells, tastes, sounds, sights, sensations. Everything is mixed in it and did away from it all, just a few moments. But not disappear, no, but felt to belong.
Because when it was not, I felt that I had nothing to do. Yes, the protected, but did not have with him. And baffled.
Because I felt everything inside.
He was there for her. Not by accident, not by blood. He was walking the streets of Paris for her, because he felt inside, like the entire city when he walked.
The house lights were going off slowly. I did not know how long ago roamed the small pedestrian streets, did not care too much. The murmur of the people was fading slowly, as the sailing point of consumption.
But, in the distance, shone in its splendor, the world's most beautiful tower.
The stone screamed under his feet. The city breeze stroked her black hair, making your tape loose.
And suddenly, the most beautiful sound reached his ears. I knew it was impossible, missing decades to awaken, but did not care. Because it was more red as well.
"Hagi" whispered the wind, welcoming the fall and a new year without her.
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Challenge Six:
His mind was a mess, but the pain was determined.
Since Bella had left, His Bella, had noticed many things about himself that had not previously taken into account.
Your skin ... had forgotten that it was hard. But now that she was, she felt like cement on his body, a cement and crushed him contained. That did not allow it to her.
It felt colder because it sheltered his heat before, but now ... now she was gone.
But he was going to look so he could return to feel good.
The anguish was consumed under your tough skin, pain inside him screamed a creepy way. I knew that, to mourn, I would not, because the tears would not reach to quench their suffering.
For the first time since long ago, felt he could not breathe, his lungs failed him. Because there was the smell, and had no illusions of returning to feel it.
She was gone, and made no sense to stay there without her.
The alley was dark and narrow. The voices of people crashing into concrete walls and against their skin, but was unrelated. Like joy, fun.
He no longer belonged to it. She felt empty.
"Here I go, Bella thought. I had to go with it. I could not find the meaning of existence without the ability to view, listen, to feel it.
closed his eyes and sighed. His soul (if he had) turned a cold mist in it, which caressed every end of your body with cold breath, endless.
forced her mind to go blank, to ignore the thoughts around. He asked his body would not give samples of suffering and God (if one existed for beings like himself) who were fast, because I could not bear to exist.
was the right thing. There was no good.
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Challenge seven:
felt he must go. Knew I had to walk and no matter where, just that their feet had to move all the time and it got there. Because I knew I had to go, I had to.
feet make their way, they said. As his case was. The journey of a city that had never visited, but it felt like its own, confused. But never stop, because I had to go. Not be expected Moreover, he must not.
could not run, when he had tried to do was lost and did not understand where to go. It had taken hours to re-find the trace of something in the air, and continue its journey.
did not know what he did follow but something inside his head, back, ordering him to continue. And he did, following his instinct, as always.
But instinct usually held on to something. He had been following him almost three hundred miles, but did not know why. There was no a smell, a sign that stick. So he just walked.
He felt the wind around him, but he could not understand if it was cold or warm, not long ago. Her blond hair, as wheat, rocked in the wind, exposing her eyes, black as coal, thoughtful and somewhat desperate.
not understand! Something inside him screamed, some full of reason and logic, but not hear clearly. His body no longer belonged to her mind, only to sensations.
I felt close, I knew I was close to whatever he wanted.
opened the door of the seedy bar, tucked in between some houses and old cull. And there she was, sitting at the bar, staring and smiling.
entered slowly. Gradually, his mind charged power within him, his eyes were honey, and his body relaxed.
hunting was over, finally.
"You've taken.
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