From: <> Subject: Re: [PW!] [DV] First comes marriage... Date: Thursday, September 16, 1999 8:55 AM > > Tears stung his eyes, mixing with the dark, billowing smoke, causing his to > squeeze them shut. " can't die now...not now..." A pain > stabbed his heart, and his eyes rolled up, and he sucombed to a heart attack as > a news van aprotched. Gads finally arrived back at the wreckage that was once a church. Now, it looked more like a cemetary. "Oh crap. Why do I get the feeling I'm too late..." Bodys were lying everywhere. It didn't take Gads long to find the ones he had been looking for. Bride and Groom, lying side by side. Neither moving, twitching, or breathing... wait... the bride was still breathing, but barely. He grabbed her wrist. No pulse though... she had time, but not much. The groom, though, showed none of the signs of life. "Oh no... this ISN'T the happy ending that should be." Gads rushed over to the fallen duo. He quickly rummaged through his pockets, and pulled out a book of first aid. "Let's see... what to do... what to do..." Suddenly, a reporter appeared out of nowhere. She looked around, then after only seeing one person standing, took a moment to realize that it was the same person from the downtown disaster, then approached the panicking Gads. "Excuse me. Aren't you the one who was fighting against that monster in the downtown area? I would like to interview you..." Gads temper was on edge from the simple... STUPIDITY of that. Here there were a large number of people dead or dying, and that reporter could only think of an INTERVIEW! "DAMN IT! FORGET THE INTERVIEW! CALL 911 DAMNIT! WE CAN TALK LATER!" "But..." 'NOW!' The reporter stumbled back. That second message hadn't been spoken... she quickly pulled out a cell phone and started to call for help. Gads either didn't notice or didn't care. He turned back to the fallen couple. From the looks of things, the groom was down with heart failure and internal injuries. He couldn't do anything about the latter, but for heart failure... "I hope this works... maybe I should of paid more attention in Master's first-aid lessons..." Gads began to administer CPR to the currenltly-dead Tenchi. Unlike his normal, cluttered thoughts, only one thought was going through his head. 'Let this work. Oh, please, ancestors, PLEASE help me make this work...' TBC? From your friendly, neighborhood LORDLOCKE Sent via Share what you know. Learn what you don't.