Bad Blood
Thought Process
Though wise men know at their end dark is right
because their words have forked no lightning, they
do not go gentle into that good night.
Dylan Thomas. Not Liam's favorite poet, but Annalise adored the poet. Claimed the poem eased her nerves, helped her control her power. Fat lot of good it did her tonight. The charred remains of the Li's house, still slightly hot to the touch, was a reminder that Annalise's power was untamed, unchartered. A reminder that, if this inept handling of her powers continued, she'd have to be killed, for the better of the world.
Sirens sound. It seemed amazing that it took so long, just for the police to hear and find the fire. Although with Annalise's worry, she stimulated and fed the fire, an almost instantaneous end to her family's life. Without Marie seeing the situation minutes before it took place, Liam would've surely been too late to arrive before the police came. Too late to save Annalise from arrest.
"Lise," Liam gently shook Annalise, "We need to go. Before the police arrest you," she stirred, turning to her side. "Lise, wake up," he shook her harder. "Do you wanna get caught?" she coughed, turning, but not waking up. The sirens sound closer. With a sigh, Liam stood up, cradling Annalise in his arms. "Don't worry, Annalise Everything will be alright," As best as can be, with her family being dead, and her being the cause of it. "We'll straighten this out, okay?" As straight as it could be, with her an orphan, and wanted. He started to walk. "We'll make an airtight alibi. You, me, Mai, everyone. You won't be arrested," assuring himself more than her. "Don't worry." Frail words for strong meanings.
because their words have forked no lightning, they
do not go gentle into that good night.
Dylan Thomas. Not Liam's favorite poet, but Annalise adored the poet. Claimed the poem eased her nerves, helped her control her power. Fat lot of good it did her tonight. The charred remains of the Li's house, still slightly hot to the touch, was a reminder that Annalise's power was untamed, unchartered. A reminder that, if this inept handling of her powers continued, she'd have to be killed, for the better of the world.
Sirens sound. It seemed amazing that it took so long, just for the police to hear and find the fire. Although with Annalise's worry, she stimulated and fed the fire, an almost instantaneous end to her family's life. Without Marie seeing the situation minutes before it took place, Liam would've surely been too late to arrive before the police came. Too late to save Annalise from arrest.
"Lise," Liam gently shook Annalise, "We need to go. Before the police arrest you," she stirred, turning to her side. "Lise, wake up," he shook her harder. "Do you wanna get caught?" she coughed, turning, but not waking up. The sirens sound closer. With a sigh, Liam stood up, cradling Annalise in his arms. "Don't worry, Annalise Everything will be alright," As best as can be, with her family being dead, and her being the cause of it. "We'll straighten this out, okay?" As straight as it could be, with her an orphan, and wanted. He started to walk. "We'll make an airtight alibi. You, me, Mai, everyone. You won't be arrested," assuring himself more than her. "Don't worry." Frail words for strong meanings.
Notes
So, here is the second chapter. I don't know if Thinkingabout you wants to add to it or not, but, yeah. Here it is. I kinda just started it for her, but don't know if I added too much... And, I don't know how to make it visible to just her... message it maybe? If anyone knows how, can you let me know?
-Sodapop
