Worthless crap is what i am

                                    

                                          
A worthless quote:
                          
"I have a dream."
                          
"What is your dream?"
                          
"To have a dream."
                          
-Scary Movie 3
                          
It hurt.
                          
So much.
                          
Sophie clamped her hand over her mouth, biting down on the skin of her palm. It didn't hurt as much as what he was feeling.
                          
Keefe was kneeling, his face pressed firmly to the floor by someone's foot. His breathing came in ragged gasps, his lip was bleeding and his cheek was swelling.
                          
Sophie stared. She peeled her hand from her mouth and stared.
                          
Fitz did the same.
                          
Keefe craned his neck to look up at the other person. It was Fintan. 
                          
Fintan's blue eyes gleamed in delight. "At least you didn't pass out this time. It's more fun if you can feel the pain."
                          
"Get off me," Keefe spoke through gritted teeth.
                          
To Sophie's surprise, Fintan removed his foot. "Sorry."
                          
Keefe sat upright slowly. He dropped a small knife he was holding and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
                          
Fintan remained where he was as Keefe grabbed the knife again and stood. He smiled.
                          
"It's like looking in a mirror."
                          
Keefe's eyes flared, but he did nothing.
                          
"I'm sorry I had to put you through this, boy," Fintan continued, "but it was for your own good."
                          
Keefe cast his eyes downward, a shadow passing over his face. "I understand."
                          
"Good." Fintan let out a sound that could possibly have been a giggle. "You aren't going to try to kill me when I turn around, are you?"
                          
Keefe looked down at the knife. "N-No."
                          
Fintan turned.
                          
Keefe's grip on the knife tightened.
                          
He could kill Fintan. The thought sent a shudder through Sophie's body.
                          
She was about to stand and leave the Spyball to them when Fitz placed his hands over hers.
                          
Sophie looked away from the ball, meeting his eyes.
                          
He wouldn't do that. He told her.
                          
No.
                          
He would.
                          
She watched as Keefe raised his arm. He moved fast, his hand flinging the knife forward at an alarming speed.
                          
But the blade missed Fintan by a full five inches. It hit the glass in front of him instead.
                          
The window shattered. Fintan stepped forward.
                          
They were high above the ground, the harsh wind whipping at Fintan's robes. The view of the shimmering crystal city was beautiful.
                          
Then the waves started, white and burning.
                          
"Too late…"

                          
Oh well, that's it. Everyone is burned. Fin.
                          
(Excuses, excuses, excuses. I can't do this anymore.)
                          
It was fun while it lasted. Like any anime, things have to end horribly.
                          
I would continue but right now I can't do anything until the next seasons of Attack on Titan and Miraculous Ladybug come out. But that won't be till next year. I'm sorry.

                          
Forever mourning over Attack on Titan,
                          
Sassy di Angelo
                          
Besides, why do you need me when the real book will be way better and actually make sense? Have patience.