Meg entered the kitchen and saw how Mrs. Jones was bleeding over her entire body. Cas was holding her arms and stared at her.
“Cas?” Meg asked careful, breaking Cas’ concentration. He let go of Mrs. Jones and turned his head to Meg.
“Are you sure you want to be here, right now, Meg?” he asked a little annoyed. “It’s about to get messy”
“Are you kidding?” Meg scoffed. “I was a demon for centuries. I love messy”
Cas smiled an evil smile, one that Meg had never seen on his face before, and his eyes were cold as he looked back at Mrs. Jones.
“You know you’re going to die, right?” he asked in a serious tone as if he was a doctor who tells his patient they have cancer.
Mrs. Jones scarcely nodded as tears rolled over her eyes and cheeks.
“Is there anything you want to say before you die?” Cas asked softly, wiping away her tears.
Mrs. Jones blinked and swallowed, before she whispered: “Don’t kill me. I understand that what I did hurt you, but Jerrick needs me. I’m all he’s left. He’s just a boy. It’s not right to take his mother from him”
Cas was taken aback from that declaration of love from mother to son.
“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you. I promise” Mrs. Jones insisted.
“I know you won’t” Cas replied and he conjured a pocket knife. “ ‘Cause I won’t let you” He forced Mrs. Jones to open her mouth and cut off her tongue. Mrs. Jones’ screaming filled the entire house and Jerrick wanted to go help his mom, but he was locked up in his room.
Cas stood and signed at Meg. “We’re done here. Let’s go”
“You’re letting her live?” Meg asked surprised.
“She’s right. I can’t kill a mother” Cas replied shrugging. “Now come on, let’s go” He walked to the front door and Meg closed it.
As soon as the door was shut Mrs. Jones felt her body heating up from the inside. Her skin turned red and blisters appeared again.
Cas had lied to her. He wasn’t going to let her live. The kind man who had saved her son from dying an untimely death was gone and all that was left of him was an unscrupulous monster.
“Cas?” Meg asked careful, breaking Cas’ concentration. He let go of Mrs. Jones and turned his head to Meg.
“Are you sure you want to be here, right now, Meg?” he asked a little annoyed. “It’s about to get messy”
“Are you kidding?” Meg scoffed. “I was a demon for centuries. I love messy”
Cas smiled an evil smile, one that Meg had never seen on his face before, and his eyes were cold as he looked back at Mrs. Jones.
“You know you’re going to die, right?” he asked in a serious tone as if he was a doctor who tells his patient they have cancer.
Mrs. Jones scarcely nodded as tears rolled over her eyes and cheeks.
“Is there anything you want to say before you die?” Cas asked softly, wiping away her tears.
Mrs. Jones blinked and swallowed, before she whispered: “Don’t kill me. I understand that what I did hurt you, but Jerrick needs me. I’m all he’s left. He’s just a boy. It’s not right to take his mother from him”
Cas was taken aback from that declaration of love from mother to son.
“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you. I promise” Mrs. Jones insisted.
“I know you won’t” Cas replied and he conjured a pocket knife. “ ‘Cause I won’t let you” He forced Mrs. Jones to open her mouth and cut off her tongue. Mrs. Jones’ screaming filled the entire house and Jerrick wanted to go help his mom, but he was locked up in his room.
Cas stood and signed at Meg. “We’re done here. Let’s go”
“You’re letting her live?” Meg asked surprised.
“She’s right. I can’t kill a mother” Cas replied shrugging. “Now come on, let’s go” He walked to the front door and Meg closed it.
As soon as the door was shut Mrs. Jones felt her body heating up from the inside. Her skin turned red and blisters appeared again.
Cas had lied to her. He wasn’t going to let her live. The kind man who had saved her son from dying an untimely death was gone and all that was left of him was an unscrupulous monster.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
