Rebel with a Cause

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May 31, 2012 18 notes

….and Eli was in his room crying because of how worried he was.

THE END

May 31, 2012 2 notes

Sweet Dreams (Emily Browning from Suckerpunch) || Self Para || Dallas, Spencer, Mickey, and Dakota

It was the moment the photographs were handed to her that Dallas realized her life had come to an end.

Rewind.

The night had been perfect for all. Dallas and Luke had spent their time before the gala outside under the stars. Just the pair of them, sipping wine and dreaming under the full moon and never-ending, starlit sky. Spencer and Cassie had reminisced over home, swapping stories and glasses of champagne as they danced the night away. Mickey had escorted Sibel, but allowed her to escape off to Blake as he instead made sure Annie was taken care of. And Dakota…well, he just liked the music. But just before the clock struck midnight, it all came crashing down. Dallas watched with wide eyes as Spencer and Grace accepted their dazzling crowns, sharing the King and Queen’s dance as she leaned against Luke.

And then someone tapped her shoulder.

She turned, half expecting it to be December or Kale, but was surprised when a man she had never seen before bowed subtly.

“Dallas Hemingway,” he said, though she was sure it was to be a question. Dallas nodded, a look of confusion washing over her face.

Without another word, the man produced an envelope from his jacket. Written in neat script on the front read “Love Zia”. Dallas stared at the man, eyes wide as thrusted it into her grasp. Was this what she thought it was? The envelope containing the red in her ledger? The envelope that would change everything?

Reaching out with a shaky hand, Dallas took the slip from the man and nodded. Soft tremors reverberated through her as her nails tore the envelope open. Glancing down at her hands, she was prepared to see a photograph.

But there were three.

Blinking, Dallas shook her head as she looked into the smiling faces of each boy. Dakota Heart. Mickey Bradley. Spencer Donovan.

January wanted them all dead.

“No…” she mumbled as the man left. Her eyes flashed to the crowd, spotting all of her targets at once. Shutting her eyes, she slipped from Luke’s side. Off to kill. Off to damn. Off to die.

Welcome to the Black Parade.

#The rest will be explained later....