Spiked Tears: Preview (Draft 1)

As I entered the Sacritum, I noticed that the place was completely different from the glazing red wallpaper that handed in the middle of the place, and at a closer it showed memorable events that happened throughout history, very creative I thought. It also had new furniture that felt so comfortable, like a soft feather with silk around it, since it looked like it. Whit jumped on a sofa and sighed happily,
"I swear to god, this place I should move into, plus it's a great way to show of my stuff.." he grinned, trying to flex his muscles, trying to sound adorable and muscular at the same time, but I just stared at him, uninterested, giving him the really-I doubt-any-person-would-care look and he relaxed his arms and tested back into the sofa, trying to sound innocent,
"I know they will."he purred.

 

I shook my head, from side to side disappointed,"Whit, you really have to get your act up, or I'm gonna leave you in here."
Whit smirked, amused,"I'm afraid not, S, I just think that you need to be more open, since your so nice to have a friend like me, and that girl, Calla"
I rolled my eyes," Calla is not my friend, she's just an acquaintance, trying to help us in our group, since you know, we have so little."
He got us staring for the room, then finding a crate with free ice cold glass water, he rushed past and clicked the cap with his thumb, then sipping the bottle dry. After a few sips, he breathed,

 

"Little? Have you have no mind?" he got up, outraged," S, we can stop 100 tears in a second, you can kill 15 humans with your bow and arrow, so why must you want more?!"
Then a stick slammed hard on his hand, causing Whit to hold his breath, trying not to feel agony. As I looked up slowly, I smiled welcomely, knowing that Bryn,

 

...now looking sternly but then realizes guest came and she rose her voice," Children, break!"Then an echo of cheering and laughter filled the air, which made Bryn back to basic material,"Well if it isn't my buddies, how are you my darlings?" I looked puzzled at her, Why has Bryn suddenly become mature for once?

 

Announcement: we only got one submission, wow people lol! So DiamondxWolf, gets her char In the story! Congratulations I'll make another one soon!  greatest 

 

I'm cute? -happy and stunned-  aww thanks sweetie, your a dear, and
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Whit hesitated for a moment, then spoke sweet as honey,"Not much Bryn, just having some fun, being the idiots were are always."
I scoffed,"Yeah right.Bryn, he's only talking about Whit the Twit."
She snickered,"New nickname, I suppose. It's been awfully hard to have fun lately since its been ages since I hanged out with my fellow friends, having a blast making mischief around the community. But I'm ahead of that, since my parents assigned me to this assignment, I must rest my case, and sit here grading work from little young ins, it's so drastic, let me tell you, just talk and work, tall and work, not a single thing to do in the world, but it benefits my parents and the children, they need the support and generosity of a professor."
I just smiled, sympathetically, and have Bryn a huge bear hug following with a few tears in my eyes,"It's good to have you back." Bryn gleamed and she looked like she found her heart again. Whit questioned, confused," Bryn, don't tell me your not gonna hang out with us...." he trailed off. Bryn sighed, " Of course, for my trusting friends, let ms just speak to the head of the Sacritum."

 

Then a woman about the age of Whit ran crashing through a door near the extrance, there inside was a man with furious, smoldering eyes. He bellowed, "Aviela, come back, we can work this out!" she shouted back, pacing faster,"Not likely!" Then in a few seconds she crashed onto the coffee table in the waiting room, knocking her in the air. She screamed for help, desperately trying to to fall, but managed to get ahold of an angel statue up above in the air, saying her from redemption. She whimpered, trying to sound as if she was dying, but to me, it sounded like she has no experience in combat, just a blazing, brunette with flashing eyes that made any guy beg for mercy, which she didn't seem to like the man, 10 feet away. He shouted, trying to get the womans attention,"Cmon, we can work this out..." Then in a crashing force, the mans cheek was flapped open, knocking some teeth, when I realized, amazed by the performance, was of Whits behalf. I was startled. What was this fool trying to play here, we shouldn't be involved!

 

Oh wow, I totally agree, thanks for the music, I need music.. 

 

Yw! It's gonna be better!

 

I slapped my face, smearing some dry skin, from my crackling face, trying to not to freak out, so I breathed. Then in in attempts, the woman was slipping off the statue, sweat rolling down from her cheeks and tears swelling from her eyes, and she shouted, helpess,
"Someone help! I'm not lasting forever!" Then she no longer had the grasp to hang on, slowly making her struggle to get up, but fatefully she let go, regretful and swearing and she screamed as if sudden death occurred. But after falling, she felt arms embrace her, and it was just Bryn, looking at her blankly,"Uh, sweetie, you got to hang on for a longer time, or you would have been killed." She let go of the woman as her ponytail broke and Whit caught her, as he was sitting on lap he smiled," I thought Bryn had you taken care of, but I guess she let go." The girl blushed and giggled, but the man in the grayish suit, with weapons on his hand, was my problem now.