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
> squeeze them shut. "No...Natasha..you can't die now...not now..." A
> stabbed his heart, and his eyes rolled up, and he sucombed to a heart
> 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
"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!"
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
'Let this work. Oh, please, ancestors, PLEASE help me make this
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