Undead BoyFriend

"Luke!" Felicia squealed, attempting to pull her fiancé out from under the umbrella the man had propped up in the sand. The six-foot-4 blonde man often cursed his fair skin when it came to outdoor events. He wasn't as bad as his elder brother, who took pale to an all-new, nearly florescent level. However, those Germanic roots ran deep, and the sun was not his friend. Unless looking like a lobster ever came into fashion. Speaking of older brothers, Luke looked too. His left at the chime of a dry laugh. There was his big brother and his typical grin. "Looks like you got your hands full, little brother." William quipped under his umbrella. Since the wedding announcement, the elder had been having far too much fun at his younger brother's expense. William had maintained that he would stay a bachelor for as long as possible and not fall into the 'marriage trap,' as he liked to say. Although most people who knew him would say the only one trapped in that situation would be any p

Cassie sat silently in the cold and stark room beneath the hospital. She could help but think she shouldn't be here; they shouldn't be here. Sitting in wordless agony before the steel table and the harsh white light that hummed overhead, illuminating the face she loved so much. she couldn't help but believe that this was all some rule joke. That any moment, the man before her would spring up and laugh. She'd be angry with him, but she got over it. Anything to hear his voice and feel his touch. Anything to not be here in this moment.William's face looked like he was sleeping. Cassie knew he wasn't, though. Blue eyes flitted about the room, its walls lined with small silver doors, each one opened to a roll-out table unit. Soon the love of her life would be behind one of those doors, alone in the dark. Cassie stood up and approached the body.Oliver had left her alone and promised to keep everyone out. She didn't want to be comforted; she did

Felicia looked over at her husband as they drove away from the hospital, the emerging light of dawn casting a hazy blue over them both. The world felt like that misty blue, cold, and almost colorless.  It had been silent for some time. At first, she thought they were going home, which was all she truly wanted. Felicia just wanted to be home in their bed, to call in sick and lay there in the soft serenity of their king-sized bed and try and pretend something wasn't missing.  However, she quickly realized this wasn't the way back to their home. Not to mention they were still behind Randy's Mercedes. She knew they lived farther out from the city than they did. Still, no one had said anything about going there. She thought maybe it had been something Randy and Luke had discussed privately. Perhaps they were going to head there for breakfast and to decompress before tackling the heavy task at hand. Felicia remembered how hard it had been when she and Victoria had

The bullet made a light tap in the glass dish as Liz set aside the offending metal slug. To think all of this grief was caused by a little bit of shaped steel. Looking so harmless in the tray of shallow water that was now tinged pink."Bullet removed from left ventricular, time 5:45 am. Subjects will be treated internally with a nano repair injection to the site of entry—estimated repair time estimated at five minutes. The subject's temperature is below decay, and no injury was detected except superficial defensive wounds to the arms and hands. Post-mortem bruising is noticeable, though I would certainly say their visual contrast is based on the subject's completion. No known genetic deformities or medication were in the subject's system at the time of death. " Liz spoke into the recorder, nodding to Travis to go ahead.It was challenging to be so clinical for the recording, but it was necessary to keep things professional. She tried not to look at Williams's face and disconnected her

William found himself walking through a hazy field of white. Not just white, it was as if the air itself was smoke—a thick haze without color that swirled and swaddled him like a newborn in a blanket.He knew the ground beneath his feet was snowed by the familiar crunch each of his steps made, but he didn't feel cold at all. He didn't feel anything actually; he was content to just keep walking in this blinding white world where the horizon seemed to blur into non-existence. Yet there was something in the back of his mind that tugged at this unnatural contentment.The tug made him question himself out loud." where am I...what ..was I doing before this ..something..important."He felt like he had forgotten something, something that made his heart ache. He knew he hadn't been to this place before, yet he felt an odd sensation of deja vu. The environment felt welcoming and lonely simultaneously, like the feeling you get when seeing the house you grew up in fil