i laughed the loudest; who'd of known

[Beppe Agapito]

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i fought in the old revolution - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ;o; I'm thinking Anderung should pull Beppe away, otherwise he'll likely die too.. The ebony boy's eyes were getting drier and drier, and his sideways checks to make sure they were still all together were getting less and less frequent. He was beginning to feel as if he had a cloth over his head, with only tiny cuts in the fabric to see out of. It was a suffocating, horrible feeling, and as the boy ran all the muscles in his chest were tightened. The frail tears his body pushed out in an attempt to wet his eyes were just whisked along with the parching heat, his fur feeling like a large uncomfortable woolen sweater. Salvation fell somewhere outside of the wall of red, beyond the smoke and the heat. Maybe the whole world was on fire, maybe the crisp Canadian spring that he was just getting used to didn't exist any more. Time started to be erratic, and some instants went at the speed of light while other time it seemed to take hours before his foot hit the ground again. The girl he was running with screamed, and he instinctively looked to the side to see what had happened. Anderung's hands were plastered over her face, that part of her seemed to be alright at least, but her ear was singed. He was too distracted to pay much attention to that, however, by the fact that he could only see one friend. He stopped suddenly, only now feeling the pulsing blood in his extremities and the rawness of his paws. There was no way of knowing how long ago Icarus had disappeared, but there was a bird beating its wings in Beppe's chest, a bird that wouldn't rest until he found his friend again. "Icarus," he said as he stopped, the only indication as to why. Coughing, he started to follow their path backwards. Beppe couldn't get a measure of the distance from where he had stopped to where he found his friend, sprawled out on the ground. The black boy could feel the tug of instinct on his sleeve, its incessant whine insisting, Oh, let's keep going, let's get out. Instead, as his breath heaved in his chest, he stared at Icarus as he started to be engulfed in flames. No more trees seemed to be standing in this area, besides a few charred, skinny corpses, and the ones that had fallen had created a barrier of sorts between Beppe and his friend. Both boys were unable to move, the Italian's shock getting the best of him. There was nothing he could do but look. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - on the side of the ghost and the King

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