Cathalie barely registered the fact that she was being held tightly, yet gently by Mitch as she sobbed into his shoulder, staining both her face and his shirt with tears and smeared make-up.  She did, however, register the comfort that somehow eased the anguish in her mind.  To her, the feeling was ...

He was crawling in darkness. He saw the dark.  He felt the dark.  And he was so sure that if he dared to open his mouth in this kind of environment, that he would even be able to taste it on his tongue, thick and cold.  Which was why he kept his mouth firmly closed, teeth clenched together.  He wrap...

At the sight of the cell phone before his nose, Mitch's green eyes instantly abandoned all moodiness, coming alight as they caught the glint of its metallic sheen.  At Ian's unexpected offer, his hands began to shake slightly.  He quickly turned to look towards Cathalie, looking as though he were aw...

Cathalie's attention was averted by the sound of Ian's name being called out over the ambience of excited screams, laughter, and music coming from the direction of the amusement park.  Looking towards the source of the voice, she raised her eyebrows lightly to see the form of Sofie waving towards th...

"Ahh, neat," Cathalie remarked, as she extended a black-nailed hand to take the tickets meant for both Mitch and herself.  Mitch, who had appeared to have stopped assaulting Ian's arm for the time being, popped his head up next to the hand that took the tickets, tilting his head with a wid...

((Mitch & Cathalie continued from: Who Needs History When You've Got the Present? )) "Cathalie...lovely Cathalie.  How the sunlight strikes the sheen of your hair like the gloss of a raven's wing, and casts the snowy hue of your skin into an angelic glow that pierces the darkness in my hear...

Though it looked as though Matthias had regained his familiar composure through little to no effort at all, the slightly strained expression on his face was more than hint enough that keeping his level-headedness in a situation like this was far from easy, even for one like Matthias.  In truth, stre...

Matthias felt the pace of his breathing rising sharply as Eric was thrown back into the nearby brush, his fists clenched tightly.  The very anger and indignation that he felt left him deaf to Whitney, who was calling out to him.  All he could do was allow his attention to be taken by the one before ...

As his dark eyes locked against Eric's spiteful ones, Matthias felt a sudden surge of apprehension as began to anticipate Eric's next move.  Matthias had fought him before, and for that, Matthias knew perfectly well that using cowardly tricks and tactics in a fistfight was in no way beneath a person...

As Matthias felt the sensation of his foot driving directly into the side of Eric's head with a sickening crack, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy couldn't help but feel a sense of grim satisfaction as the impact sent Eric sprawling off of the younger boy and onto the ground nearby.  The very feeling o...

((Continued from Rebirth )) Once again, Matthias found himself on the move yet again, having decided it was much safer and better it Whitney and himself were to linger in an area with the least amount of people as possible, simply for the sake of safety.  If the one who was wielding the shotgun was ...

Struggling to stretch her arm through the partially opened window, Carmen clicked her tongue in slight frustration.  Just beyond the window, she could see, were the set of keys, slung upon the lower part of the wheel.  They dangled slightly inside the van, which shifted as Carmen struggled to push t...

Startled, Carmen had looked up suddenly, taken slightly off guard as Andrew had placed his hand upon her shoulder, giving her a consoling smile and offering words to comfort her.  For a moment she had stared at him with a surprised, wide-eyed expression into his face, apparently not at all expecting...

At Andrew's words, Carmen's fearful and anxious expression melted into one of hopeful, tentative cheerfulness as she nodded vigorously in agreement at had he was saying. "You're right... we have to be brave." But even her attempt at courage and hope seemed to diminish slightly when she saw...

The petite, red-headed young girl cringed slightly before Andrew Ponikarovsky, though she began to relax significantly as he told her that he wasn't about to attack.  Still looking somewhat apprehensive, and gazing at Andrew with a certain amount of scrutiny and suspicion, the red-head released her ...