Snippet #2614271

Aidan awoke with a scream as a sharp pain pierced through his entire body. He attempted to open his eyes but his vision was fuzzy, blocked by the tears that had accumulated in his eyes from the pain. Where was he? What was going on? Why did he hurt so much? There were hands all over him, as well as cold tools, sharp needles and more pain. He cried out in agony and clenched his firsts. He knew he was surrounded by people, he could hear voices, but he didn’t recognize any of them. Where was his sister? Where was Cordelia? He remembered being with her but everything else was hazy. No, nt hazy, just gone. He couldn’t remember a single thing. Another jolt of pain run-through him, followed by another cry. And then everything suddenly stopped. The hands were gone and the voices had died down. All the tools were gone as well. A slow and heavy sleep slowly began to take over his body until he had blacked out once again.



The man stared back at Castiel with piercing blue eyes, much like his own, and Case glared. ”Do you think you can threaten me and I’ll obey?”[/color] the man replied and Castiel let out an irritated grunt. He looked at Abigail. She had only seconds of life left in her. He had to do something and do it quickly. ”My life for hers” he said, turning back to his father. The man titled his head, not really understanding what he meant. ”She can take my soot in the council, and you can take my life… my power, and make the council stronger”. The man paused, seemingly considering Castiel’s offer. [b]”Why?” he asked, turning to look at the girl. ”Why do you care so much about what happens to her? How can you even care?”. The man seemed genuinely confused and Castiel didn’t really know the answer to the first part of his question. Why did he care so much? ”Take it or leave it”. There was a short pause before the man nodded, shortly after dismissing the other two council members. ”Lets get to work”.



Leon watched Roman with guilt. He was hurting, and it was Leon’s fault. No… it wasn’t Leon’s fault. This was all the council’s fault. It was their fault and he and Roman were both hurting. "I don't know you. I don't remember you. I can't remember anything about you. How do I know you aren't lying?". Leon let out a humorless laugh as he rested his forehead against the cold metal. ”I’m already behind bars… and will most likely be dead by tomorrow. What would I have to gain from lying to you?”. Leon knew this wouldn’t end well for him, but he needed Roman to remember. He wanted roman to remember and fly as far away from Eden as possible. ”You have to leave Eden” he muttered as he straightened himself up. ”Roman…look at me!” he raised his voice enough to get the make to look up for a second and took advantage by locking eyes with him as he spoke. ”You have to get out of here… before they kill you too. Please just… go.”. Leon wasn’t asking for the impossible. He just wanted Roman to survive.