Snippet #2020969

Mello woke up again, the dizziness was gone, and his vision seemed to be clearer. Maybe he didn't loose to much blood. He looked at his wounds, he saw they had healed over once. He looked up again to see a girl with long, bright red, wavy hair, attempting to struggle her way around the ropes. He saw that her wounds were openly bleeding once again, because she had struggled to much. He then had an idea. If... if someone got the ropes off of her, then she could possibly free the others, if she wasn't as crazy as that multicolored hair girl. He hated to admit it, despite her vicious attitude and hateful personality, that one multicolored hair girl... was cute.

He looked back at the girl. She seemed to have given up. He looked around the room. Everybody else seemed to have hopelessness in there eyes. She seemed to be the only one that was trying, perhaps a strong will to life. Mello felt some hope in him suddenly, he realized something. He stopped his tears of pain that were streaming out of his eyes. If someone heard them, then they'd both be dead. "Hey... I have an idea," He said to the long, red haired girl in a hushed voice, "I can try and bite your ropes off... but if they hear you yell or anything, than we're both dead." He pushed himself forward onto his bound hands, they hurt like hell! He avoided collapsing from pain, and fell down into a sitting position.