Movement II-XV.V-Memory"Father... it hurts..." "I'm sorry, sweetheart. It will hurt for a while-you know how long it took for some of the other Children to recover, don't you?" "You gave them medicine." "We don't have any more, dear. We've been out for a while, and we can't manufacture any more." "Can't you do anything?" "Do you want to hear a story, Penelope?" "A... a story?" "It might ease the pain a little." "Yeah. I'd like that, Father."Movement II-XV.V-Memory
"Long before you were born, I met a woman who called herself Anne. She came to me, having heard of my advances in genetic research. She told me that she carried very
Movement II-XV-Change of PaceWeiss woke up to a cold metal floor and an overwhelming ringing in his head. He couldn't see anything, and his first thought was that he had somehow gone blind. In a moment of panic, he thrashed about on the floor for a moment, scraping his belt buckle against the floor. As a shower of sparks flew into the air, he relaxed, but only briefly. He was trapped in a small, dark, metal room, and as he felt around it, he found it was completely empty. The only interruption in the smooth metal of the walls was a notch running along the height of one wall. As he was examining it, the wall slid open, pouring harsh white light into the room, stunning himMovement II-XV-Change of Pace
Movement II-XIV-Loose EndsHe's barreling down the road, faster than he's ever driven before. The stench of blood from the back seat grows stronger as the car accelerates, almost as if her life's going right into the engine, her dying body urging the car forward along the beaten up highway. The streetlights flash by, lighting up the speedometer in increments: eighty, eighty-five, ninety, one hundred… then the lights start, bright red and blue dazzling him for a moment, nearly causing him to lose control of the car. It's an old one, certainly no match for the squad cars quickly closing the distance between them. If he keeps this up, they'll have him pinned in no tiMovement II-XIV-Loose Ends
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we ain't got no place to go
so let's go to the punk rock show !!
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Life was supposed to be a film...
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You drank the seawater, didn't you?
Well, thanks for the watch. Better return the favor...
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Life was supposed to be a film...
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At the end of the day, we are all usually tired.
Sorry, I am a bit loopy today.
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"There was the one girl singing, she was all right, I've heard her do better, and then there was Miley over on the other side of the stage sounding like a dying cat trapped in a blender." - A friend talking about Miley Cyrus.
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Life was supposed to be a film...
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"There was the one girl singing, she was all right, I've heard her do better, and then there was Miley over on the other side of the stage sounding like a dying cat trapped in a blender." - A friend talking about Miley Cyrus.
Avatar made by ~Makayo
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