Re: PUT YOUR LEFT FOOT IN THE DIFFERENT RELAM..

by **bookcrazI** Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:16 am

Molly tried, she thought of everything, even giving in to the light. She reached out a mental hand only to pull it back with the scolding of Rorke's voice. She had to prove that she wasn't weak to him.
She gave up the tactical and ran forward to the light, letting herself be zapped. She ignored the red burns as bit her lip as she got shocked more and more as neared closer and closer.
She cursed her stupid stubbornness.

by **Charlie** Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:16 am

(Rorke would tell her to wait and let it come to her... if that helps at all)

Rorke was growing weak and tired. He had lost alot of blood. He was scratched up, and would be getting several knew scars, that he hoped would go away some day, though he highly doubted it with the one on his waist.
He kept on surging forward though, just to get the ball. Once he had it he wouldn't let it go, he knew that much, he was a too good of a soccer player for that. It was the swords, if only he paid attention when he watched those old movies.
He then got an idea, if he could get close enough he could use his hands, he tried it with a guy coming up behind him. It worked to say the least.
He had a new way to go about this.
As he hit guys with his hands after a brief battle, he was becoming more of a swordsman but no where near close enough to get a good hold of the ball.

by **bookcrazI** Thu Sep 15, 2011 10:47 pm

(kk..)
Molly fought her way throughout the electricity and towards the ball, going to smother it rather than succumb to it.
She leaped into the air and belly flopped ontop of it, smothering to that best of her ability while trying to ignore the smell of something burning. She gasped in for air as the globe fought against her and struggled to free itself from her grip.
She wasn't going to lose now.

by **Charlie** Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:22 am

Rorke knew he was slowly getting better. But everytime he felt one of the swords cut him he lost a little faith in himself. He couldn't get the ball here was he even cut out for playing soccer. As he began to doubt himself he was punched in the face, and fell backwards.

by **bookcrazI** Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:27 am

Molly stood as she felt the orb stop struggling, it had disappeared. She smiled as she opened her eyes, happy to be back in her own body.
As soon as she moved she felt her body sting in pain, upon further examination she found her body coveredin burns, some bubbling and excruciating others mild but still painful. Weirdest of all she found a tiny orb floating by her face.
"go help Rorke" she whispered, hoping it could comprehend.
It zoomed off over the hedge and left her there trying to stand.

by **Charlie** Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:35 am

Rorke gave a halfhearted lunge, but now he felt it pretty useless, he felt like Peter Pan did after Hook began to fly and give him bad thoughts. Rorke was now bleeding from his right eyebrow. Their was no way he was going to win. He was going to be stuck here forever. An upper cut went his chin, and he landed on his back on the ground.

by **bookcrazI** Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:45 pm

Molly pushed herself up, biting her lip to keep from crying out and began to retrace her steps.
She stumbled back to Rorke and whimpered as she saw him on the ground, the men with swords approaching. As silently as she could she grabbed the soccer ball and walked behind the men.
With a painful burst of speed she burst between them and fell, pushing the ball into Rorke's arms.
"take that bitches." she whispered before passing out.

by **Charlie** Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:00 pm

The men attacked, Rorke. Sure he had gotten the ball. But it wasn't his doing. There was no way he was leaving now.
He let the men attack not een caring anymore. He would have rather died over everything else.

by **bookcrazI** Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:39 pm

Molly opened her eyes again to see the men still attacking him.
She sat up, barely avoiding a scream of pain, and then stood slowly.
"STOP!" she shouted.
"If you have anyone to attack let it be me! Why are you all even doing this? For honor or other crap like that? There is nothing honorable of kicking a man when he's down. Therefore fight me."

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:15 am

Rorke was ashamed he couldn't even fight his own battles. He deserved to die. He rolled over and waited for a man to just plunge their sword into his heart.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:47 pm

"Are you truly an idiot?" she screamed at him, "I came all the way over here after getting fried until crispy! I came here to help you and you are just gonna let yourself die? Are you seriously going to be that idiotically selfish? Plus we still need to talk... About what happened..."
She looked at the ground and kicked some dirt to the side.
"Like I said, mister thuggies attack me not mister bonehead over there."

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 3:18 pm

Rorke just shook her head at him. She wouldn't ever understand. This was his battle not hers. To him he deserved to die, he was to weak to do anything here, let alone in the real world.
He didn't respond to her, but her comment did make him mad. He didn't care that she got burned. She couldn't let him fight the battle by himself. She had to do it for him.
He sat up, and received a sword in the gut.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 4:33 pm

(uh,.. I don't really know how to respond to this..)

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:00 pm

(well he is dying so go off that)

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:07 pm

(okee....)
Molly ran to his side, pushing past all the men in armor. Why couldn't he see that she was only trying to help him, the stupid idiot.
"You're so stupid!" She shouted at him in a hurt rage.
Nevertheless she carefully pulling the sword out of his abdomen then ripping what was left of her sling and using it to staunche the flow of blood.
"You do things for me all the time.. the one time I try to help you... you have to kill yourself.. YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"
She wiped her stupid tears away and glared at the men around her.
"WHAT PRIDE HAVE YOU ALL? What a wonderful accomplishment: you killed a guy just trying to go home..."
She choked back a sob and applied more pressure to his wound, she wasn't going to let the stupid idiot die.
"Great.. you showed me!" she muttered angrily, "Wow, what a super awesome story you tell everyone back home! I let myself get killed cause I couldn't handle that a girl was trying to help me.. oh wait, you can't tell them, cause you'll be dead." She muttered.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 6:48 pm

"Molly." Rorke choked blood sputtering out of his face, "Sbut up."
He choked again, "You didn't have faith that I could fight the battle myself. That's why you're the selfish one." He took a deep breath, "Because you had to prooveto me something I found out when this whole mess started, that you're strong and shouldnever be underestimated."
He vouched and took another deep breath. With the rest of his strength he gave Molly a kiss, bloody as it might be it was the last thing he did before he lost consciousness.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:11 pm

Molly whimpered as his head fell back only to fall backwards as the men with bloody swords picked him up.
"W..what are you doing?" she cried out, scrabbling to her feet.
"The king has decided that you three are too interesting to let die." one of the men declared.
Molly fell to her knees in relief, they weren't going to let him die. She began to stand when a sharp pain stabbed itself into her head causing her vision to darken.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 7:47 pm

Rorke awoke. He was on a field. A soccor field in a crowded stadium. He was leaning up against a goal post. He had no clue what was going on. He looked at his jersey, it was a yellow long sleeve one. The crest on it was for Manchester United. He knew every player on the team, and they all rushed to him worried.
But he remembered a name. Molly, he just had no clue how he had gotten their. None, he knew it must have been a dream. He must have been dreaming, and he knew someone was watching this dream.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:27 pm

Molly sat up rubbing her head, where was she? She looked at herself and she was wearing a red fan t-shirt and her skin wasn't bubbly anymore.
Around her was what looked like a locker room.
"Hello?" she called.
Was it just a dream? If it was how did she get...here?

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:52 pm

(the goalie shirt is always different just FYI... the team shirt would be red)

Rorke looked around completely confused, his team was rejoicing. He saw the score, apparently they one. He had a bad feeling what would happen if he took his shirt off. Something made him think that he had a bunch of scars that would be questioned.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:57 pm

(I'll fix that and my very little knowledge of soccer.. :p btw not to be stupid or anything but who is the hot male that is your avatar?)
Molly stood and looked around. It was a pretty big place with fluorescent lights and it smelled like sweat.
"A..anyone?" she called again.

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:00 pm

(jake abel... he plays luke castellan in Percy Jackson he is also Adam Milligan Sam and Dean winchester (from supernatural) half brother who is in the cage with Lucifer and Micheal right now, he was also in I am Number Four)

He had his shirt ripped off him by his celebrating team mates. Sure enough the scar of number one was their, but no others. He was clearly confused, and no one seemed to notice his strange scar that covered his chest.

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:43 pm

(...I knew he was familiar! Omg!)
Molly wander her way out through two huge doors to see a soccer field and a stadium full of screaming fans.
What happened?

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:49 pm

The team dogpiled on Rorke if it weren't for his last save they wouldn't have won the game.
He however was confused. To his knowledge he had never made the team, he was just given an offer.
But this dream, whatever it was telling him differently.

(i know... he is very... good looking ;P)

by **bookcrazI** Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:05 pm

(rwar...mmm mmm..)
Molly hugged herself and leaned against a stadium wall. How did she get here? She couldn't remember putting on the t-shirt nor did she remember putting on the skirt that she wore with the t-shirt.
"Rorke?"

by **Charlie** Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:12 pm

Rorke heard his name. It was a voice that sounded distant yet familiar at the same time. He pulled away from his celebrating team, and saw a girl on the field he walked over to her, "Um, yes."
Something about this girl he knew he should know. The name he remembered when he woke up popped in his head, Molly.

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