I've been taken...(guy needed)

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    Hank sighed, grabbing some juice from the fridge. He sat on the couch, watching tv quietly. "Why are you playing my guitar?" He said suddenly, standing up and facing her. He had always played guitar since he was a kid and always had his guitar near by.

    "This one is mine." Cris answerws flatly giving him a ckld syare. Her eyes met his and Cris felt as if there was a challenge about to erupt but she looked away.


    Ooc:low muse! Sorry!

    She looked at them. The same unique design of colored smoke on a black background. Cris smiled and put hhidguitar back in the case. Walking over to the otherone Cris nodded. Sure enough it said property to Cris Burns. "Yep your right. It's property to me. Burnsy!"

    "Yep." Hank said. He looked in a mirror. He was a generally handsome man. He had dark black hair cut short but slightly shaggy. His honey brown eyes were quite dreamy, only taken down by the tired look in his chiseled face. He had short black stubble from going many days without a shave. He was tall and thin yet he had a fair build of muscle. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight.

    While he wawnt watching Cris took out a bobby pin and made her way towards the door. Opening it. Tbo was their doing his best to huddel from the rain. She picked the small puppy up cradeling him in her arms. Cris kissed his head and hummed softly. She thought Hank was in the bathroom when she began to sing and strum the guitar setting Tbo down.


    Onece upon a time,
    Before we learned how to rhyme.
    We were playing king and queen,
    Oh everyday! Yeah, yeah yeah!


    Slaying dragons in the backyard
    Writing letters on a white card.
    Learning how to live, oh how to live!
    How to uhh? Yeah.


    Remember when the day your best pal pushed meoff the swingset?
    Ypu pushed him right back. Take that!
    Yeah now looking backI can see why...
    Why I made you want to cry.
    I'm sorry I broke it...us...
    I'm so sorryIbroke us...
    But please tell me you remember!


    Slayi g dragons in the backyard
    Writing love letters on a white card.
    Learning how to live.
    How to live!
    You taught mw how to love.

    Hank turned, seeing the dog. He ran towards it, snatching it up and carrying it to his car. "I'm tired of this dog." He growled, climbing into the car with the dog, not noticeing the front door was easy to escape from. "I'll be back." He yelled to Cris before starting the engine.

    Cris shook her head and stormed off towards the kitchen. Fi ding a carton of ice cream, bread, and some ham Cris also took a few bottles of water. Then she loked herself in thebathroom. Justherself and the bow and arrows. Suicidle thoughts racing throughout the teenagers mind.

    He drove down the road in the pouring rain. Hank ignored the barks and whimpers coming from Tbo. He wasn't a dog person. He pulled into deep in the woods. He sighed, sitting with the dog in the car for a few minutes. "Sorry, pal." Hank said, unbuckling.

    Eating the icecream first Cris layed her heac down weapon tucked next her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Was he hurting the puppy right now? For something it didnt do or did do because it was to young to know the difference. Cris sighed because there was nothing else to do.

    He carried Tbo towards a ditch. He shakily sat down, pulling off the dogs collar. He whistled out, knowing the wild animals could take the puppy down in seconds. The dog shivered in his hands. He comforted the pup, dispite the pouring rain and cold air. It whimpered more, louder. Any animal that was around was aware of the pup. He carefully held the pup over the ditch and sighed. "I'm sorry." He whispered to the dog. Hank shakily let go. It wasn't an immediate drop, so there was a chance Tbo wouldn't die. It whimpered one last time before it fell. Hank walked away before he could see what happened.


    OOC: You can chose if you want the dog to live or not to make this fair ;)

    Ooc:lets have him pass away because in order to like have comfort she will have to open up to Hank even though she doesnt want to ;)


    Finally faling asleep her nightmares reappered. None of them were ever the same. Not even similiar. The were all horrible too. They showee her freinds and family being killed while Cris was torchered and hurt. A couple where her little brother was killed over and over te same way he deid.

    Hank drove home silently. He reached the warehouse and slowly opened the door. He walked to the bathroom, finding Cris. He carefully carried her to bed, surprised she didn't run away. He held her in his arms, rocking her as an atempt to comfort her.

    As she felt warm comforting hands pick her up Cris was only half awake. She did t dare open her eyes though for the nightmares were actually fading. Snugeling up closer she didnt squirm or fight. There where no sudden shouts for help. She was calm and relaxed. Actually getting good sleep.

    Hank gently placed Tbo's collar in her hands. He kissed her forehead, holding her so calmly. He felt the tension leave her body. He smiled gently. He struggled to push back the image of poor Tbo having to possibly fight off wild animals. He shook the thought out of his head.

    Breathing in the scent she had grown to know Cris smiled in her sleep and clutched tightly to the new leathery object in her hands.


    Waking up the next morning Cris was pressed up agianst the warm body she had fallen asleep with. She was well rested and extremly happpy. Opening her eyes to see the thing in her hand s Cris gasped but didnt say anything. All she did was set the collar down on the table next to her and sigh.

    Hank slept quietly. His back faced Cris. He had placed her next to him late last night when his arms got tired. He was shirtless now, sweating too much last night. His head was filled with lingering dreams and nightmares, now subtle against his thoughts. His eyes gently opened and he sat up, yawning. "Hello Burns."

    The familiar warm voice greeted her. Cris turned on her side to face it. She was pressed nose to nose with him. Her bright blue gaze meeting his coffee chocaltet one. Gettng lost in the brown and slightly green orbs. Cris couldnt pull away. Couldnt look away. Cause ight then. Somthing clicked. Cris woudltn show it but something definitally changed.

    "Want me to make breakfast?" He asked softly. His eyes caught in her embrace. "Oh, and did you get the collar?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.


    OOC: Muse -________-

    Ooc: ;D


    Cris finally fell from the trance hearing his voice and shook her head. "Sure and yes. Thanks." Cris climbed out of the bed walking to the kitchen. She tookout the eggs and sausage. "Want wome bacon too?" Her eyes agian made co tact with his as she was puttingher hair up.