Dark_Alchemist

Are you kidding me? You should have seen me writing it. I was seriously bawling. Okay, not really, but there were tears dripping down my face. See what I mean? I'm horrible! I feel so bad for Gwen! I've killed off everyone she cares about! (August says something about Beatrix-- I kill her off too) I'm terrible. xDD; See, in the other versions August was going to live. Then I decided, "IF I'M GOING TO TORTURE MY CHARACTERS I AM DOING IT PROPERLY AND FER SERIOUS." So, I killed him off. DD: It makes me so sad to kill him. Because I love him.

I want to do things, but mother does not. And since it's Mother's Day we have to do what she wants. frackING MOTHER'S DAY. YOU JUST RUIN MY WEEKEND.

I need to give you the story portion. So, here you go. It needs revision, but whatever. It will do.

"This is such a shame," August gasped. He clutched Gwen's hand tightly, looking somewhere into the heavens as her body shook with silent sobs. "I was looking forward to seeing your future children someday. I bet they would have been lovely." He sighed, then coughed and spluttered as his ruined lungs slowly filled themselves with blood. Something dark scarlet trickled out of his mouth, contrasting harshly with his white face. "I wouldn't have minded having children of my own, actually," he continued, his eyes sad. "And if I could have chosen the woman who would mother them, it would have been Beatrix. She was quite lovely, you know." August's voice broke. Gwen sobbed into her brother's chest, doubled over with the force of her grief. He reached with a trembling hand and turned her face to his; his heart broke as he saw her expression. Words could never have described the level of her despair. For the first time that night August felt the tears in his own eyes. They overflowed down the sides of his face, dripping onto cold stone.

"Please," he asked, his voice trembling. "Please don't cry." Gwen attempted to speak for a few moments, but words failed her. Gulping hard, she tried again.

"I..." she whispered, "No. You can't. You're too young, this isn't right--" Her voice rose several octaves as she broke into a new wave of tears. They streamed down her face in torrents, her hands desperately clutching at his.

"Ginny," August whispered. He bit his own lips hard to keep from losing control of his emotions. He was dying, he knew. He would not be able to recover. He could not be saved. Thus, he had to make the last few minutes of his consciousness count. "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny." He took a deep breath, ignoring the painful spasms in his chest.

"Firstly, I would like to tell you that I love you." Gwen wailed and pressed her face into his chest, heaving with the force of her despair. "Secondly, I want you to know that I go without regrets, that I enjoyed my life, and that I don't feel as though I am leaving too soon. I have lived a fulfilling life. And lastly, I know that this is the end for me. I know I'm dying. But I have a request." He pulled her face to look at his, gazing into her grief-stricken eyes seriously. "Don't die with me."

Gwen could only nod her understanding. Could her heart be shredded any farther?

"I love you, August," she whispered, swallowing hard to keep the hysterical edge from her voice. She smoothed the hair out of his face, her hand on the back of his head to hold it up, since he no longer could.

"Be happy." He smiled. It was a devastating smile; one that spoke of unbearable sadness. His repetition of their parents' final wish was the nail in the coffin, sealing his fate, making Gwen feel a type of horror she'd never experienced. Then he choked, and screwed up his face against the pain of his wounds. Gwen held on to her brother as his body shook. His breath grew shallow and pained as his lungs failed him, his own pulse slowly and torturously killing him. The while marble was drenched in red. His hand was clenched tightly around hers, so tightly that it was painful. Gwen welcomed it. Anything to distract her from the horror gnawing at every fibre of her being. August's pain-filled eyes found hers, wincing as he could no longer breathe. His teeth bared, eyes clenched shut.

Then with a tremor that racked his whole body, he went limp. His sweaty hand slipped out of hers.

Gwen could not move. Horror, despair, disbelief, and helplessness crashed over her all at once.

August was dead.


Just for clarification, August was stabbed in the chest, and while it wasn't in the heart so it didn't kill him instantly, he was stabbed in the lung. So he's bleeding into his lungs, basically. It's a slow, rather painful way to die, since he's in effect drowning.

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hey ^^ can I just say your art is amazing!

I just realised my dad has my sketchbook. Now I'm really paranoid he's going to show someone my drawings or something (because he's very proud of his artistic daughter, I guess) and he's going to see my deliciously perverse drawing and be like "OMFGWTF." o.o;;; That would be a bit difficult to explain. "Honestly! That one's a girl! She just has... Short hair... And no boobs... Or hips... And she works out ;-;"

D:

DevArt isn't working because it's stupid. -_-' Dammit, DeviantArt! I'm trying to get my theeeeemes!

OH OH AND I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW AT ALL SO IF BY ANY CHANCE YOU SEE THIS I AM GOING STRAIGHT FROM THE DOCTOR'S TO MUMMY'S HOUSE. So you should totally like come over after school or something or I'll meet you at your school or at Powell's or something. o.o THAT WOULD BE FUN. AND YOU COULD SEE MY NAUGHTY DRAWING. ;DDD

Oh, oh, and I'm going to do the 100 thing. ;D I'm very excited. I've got a really good idea for 82, but you can't see it until you read the end of my story, because it will spoil who dies. I also got the idea for the final chapter... I had an idea before, but this is just way way way better. I'll probably cry while writing it.

I also have an idea for another on of them that very conveniently ties in to a picture of August I've had in my head forever... It's the one of what his bankai would look like, sort of maybe. I love his bankai.

Okay, you HAVE to look at the latest thing on my YouTube. The Guten Tag Hop-Clop is seriously the best song in the entire world. It's absolutely hysterical.

I am going to Tigard. With my dad. To get a pole-vaulting pole. Because we can.

That same stupid bug is flying into the window again. WHY THE HELL ISN'T IT DEAD YET. And I can tell it's the same because it's a bee, and honestly, I don't even think bugs are that stupid. This one's a special case.

I still have to do my entire work sample. I reallly reallllllllly reallllllllllllllllly don't want to. Which is why I'm putting it off! :D

I really ought to be doing my homework, since I have a HUGE thing due for Biology tomorrow. But I have a doctor's appointment at 9.45 am, and so I'm missing the huge vocab test tomorrow in English and hopefully Biology so that I can postpone having to turn in the work sample. I hate work samples. With a passion. I fiery, burning passion.

So hopefully my dad will be kind and won't make me go to school at all tomorrow. C: Although, on the other hand, I have dance in Drama that wouldn't be so great to miss, most likely.... Ah well. That's what my friends are for. xD They can teach it to me, dammit!

Mouling Rouge is seriously the most amazing movie ever. You have to go on my YouTube and listen to AND WATCH Spectacular Specacular. It's the funniest thing ever. I pretty much died watching it just now.

I just read the translation and stuff for 152 and DAMMIT KUROGANE I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH.

He's seriously my favourite character. Fay was for a long time, a long long time, but now Kurogane has shown how amazing he is. Fay is an extremely close second, but Kuro... Ahhhhh. I just adore him. ;-; Kuro-daddy is so great.