Deposit and Mind Lost
Cayce wouldn't leave Hunter, no matter what the cost
Hunted and on the run, the sirens calling
There was an expolision, shrapenel, wood, and wall falling
No time for Idol stalling
Through foam, and well placed manuevers
Avoiding the organic Freddy Krueger, there was no need to get skewered
Azalea landed a well placed attack
The "doctor" refferring intern, his breath collapsed
Cayce's defiance of the man's wit
Took a stance and shouted as he recoiled from the hit
Blades of death spinning, tearing at his rib cage
Azalea was there, her hands in the madmans visage
Her intention clear, her courage brave
With opaque like qualities, Cayce watched intently
A labotomized intern--shock clear, Was she even friendly?
Who was this blonde with reverse astral projection?
A voice in her head, a soul pulling conception?
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Messengers
Short StoryGifts of fiction and poetry from my favorite wattpadawans based off of my book, Self Destructing Messenger.
