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      Omg I feel sooo proud of myself I finaly finished combat evolved! I'm branching into shooter games and likeing it! And not conpletly sucking! Just mostly sucking hahahahaha

    • Alison and Leonard

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      I looked for some kind of fan story topic but I couldn't find one :( I hope this is okay but I just had to get this out. I had this crazy dream and had to put it down in writing ^_^ I hope you enjoy. This is my first post ever.

      Sarcasm & Bullets

      In the Beginning….

      What does is mean to be a hero? To be a soldier? Am I willing to die for someone I have never met, trillions of light years away, on a planet that my memories of grow dimmer every second. Nothing of my training or any second I had spent in this army up until this point motivates me to move forward. But to save her… to save her I would cross the stars, the galaxies, move planets and navigate the universe.

      How do I get to a woman kneeling in front me though? The length from here to my knees seems an eternity. Her radiant red hair cascades down her naked back, the armor was suffocating with the fever. Those once incandescent deep blue eyes are murky with pain and blood shot. The sickness behind them make her almost unrecognizable. Her frame had always been thick and athletic, now the girl in front of me is far slighter than the woman I held in my arms days ago.

      “Leonard….”

      And with one hoarse, chocked whisper this distance closes and I’ve fallen to my knees, the world shattering around me. Her voice…so commanding and strong, yet I know the soft sensuousness it could hold. I’ve seen the walls she holds up so high and so fortified let me in, a door only I have found in her defenses, a door I have cherished.

      But to see those walls ripped apart and this girl inside in ruins…this is what tears me apart.

      Before the End…

      Her laugh… that’s my favorite part. It leaves me dazed while she leaves me in the dust. God training sucks and I thought I was in shape, but to be shown up by a chick….. Insulting. “Oh Church… I know your just an asshole from some back water Texas dump but COME ON… she’s kicking your ass!” Some comrades…His laughter mocks me as I pick myself up off the training room floor yet again. I turn to see those eyes enticing me through fiery hair fallen from her ponytail. Here it comes again, the come-hither smile and that devastating laugh, just before she attacks.

      And I was never the same…..

      “Hey Church!” Same guy same stupid annoying voice, with that stupid annoying face to go along with it.

      “Hey whadaya want Ugly.”

      “Ha ha, you know I hate that!” I just chuckled.

      “Ya know our ranks up for call signatures, you really should use that for yours, that’s what we all know you as anyway.” Ugly rolls his eyes, but continues with his slight smirk.

      “Well, that’s kinda what I was saying, you remember that chick who took you down last week?” My mind flashes with red hair and blue eyes. Wearily I glance back.

      “Yeah? What of it?”

      “Well her rank just chose their call signatures. And I was wondering if she was from Texas like you?” I almost flush, I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I know the answer, but the only reason I do is because I had to know who she was… so I snooped through every record I could find. All I found was her PT signature is Nevada so I don’t assume we’re neighbors.

      “I don’t think so Ugly, get to the point.”

      “Well I heard today that she stole your call sign, She is officially the owner of AGENT TEXAS, thought that was interesting, don’t you?” His eyes are still buggy, but mocking. I’m so stunned I just stand there like an idiot as she crosses our path 500 yards up. Her hair flying like a banner, body strong and powerful, eyes dancing as they meet mine.

      Tex…Every one in our Unit calls me Church, but that’s just because our sergeants wore my name out during drill and it just stuck. Those who weren’t there, everyone who isn’t in our unit, calls me Tex for my accent. I’d let it be known that’s what my call sign was to be, everyone knew. She knew.


      Right up to our last mission, she’d had me. My every attention, my every nerve ending attune to hers, like magnets. I’m tough, use women and be on my way, kill with out flinching. I’ve never been afraid, I get the job done, fear never dominated me, emotion never ruled me. I’ve always been the well oiled machine. It why we worked well together, a partnership with out words, two halves of the same whole working to get the job done. But the fear… of losing her… it was always her and that night I was no longer tough.

      I’ve never seen anything like it, deep in enemy territory. The universe above us, two setting moons, colors I’d never knew existed lie in that sky. Everything crisp and clear, with a hostility hidden behind it. And there she was, crisp and clear, vibrant underneath that sky, beautiful, with a deep hostility behind those ice blue eyes, but somehow… it fit. Naked, in my arms so warm, so… everything we were together. Rough, wild, hatred, sarcasm and bullets.

      She looks up at me, “Leonard…” Rich, warm, commanding, strong, submitting, sensuous. My fingers grip her shoulder blades, her fingers draw blood down my sides, her gasp bring more pleasure to me than sound alone should. “Oh….”

      “Alison” I don’t recognize the break in my voice. I don’t understand the pain. I can’t lose her, it doesn’t happen. She doesn’t die. I won’t let it happen, to save her, I would give anything, I would give my life. I see her breaking in front of me, she’s falling over. Reaching out she hisses in pain as I fold her into my arms, into what strength I can give her.

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    • Sarcasm & Bullets

      7 years ago

      agroneman21

      In the Beginning….



      What does is mean to be a hero? To be a soldier? Am I willing to die for someone I have never met, trillions of light years away, on a planet that my memories of grow dimmer every second. Nothing of my training or any second I had spent in this army up until this point motivates me to move forward. But to save her… to save her I would cross the stars, the galaxies, move planets and navigate the universe.

      How do I get to a woman kneeling in front me though? The length from here to my knees seems an eternity. Her radiant red hair cascades down her naked back, the armor was suffocating with the fever. Those once incandescent deep blue eyes are murky with pain and blood shot. The sickness behind them make her almost unrecognizable. Her frame had always been thick and athletic, now the girl in front of me is far slighter than the woman I held in my arms days ago.

      “Leonard….”

      And with one hoarse, chocked whisper this distance closes and I’ve fallen to my knees, the world shattering around me. Her voice…so commanding and strong, yet I know the soft sensuousness it could hold. I’ve seen the walls she holds up so high and so fortified let me in, a door only I have found in her defenses, a door I have cherished.

      But to see those walls ripped apart and this girl inside in ruins…this is what tears me apart.



      Before the End…



      Her laugh… that’s my favorite part. It leaves me dazed while she leaves me in the dust. God training sucks and I thought I was in shape, but to be shown up by a chick….. Insulting. “Oh Church… I know your just an asshole from some back water Texas dump but COME ON… she’s kicking your ass!” Some comrades…His laughter mocks me as I pick myself up off the training room floor yet again. I turn to see those eyes enticing me through fiery hair fallen from her ponytail. Here it comes again, the come-hither smile and that devastating laugh, just before she attacks.



      And I was never the same…..



      “Hey Church!” Same guy same stupid annoying voice, with that stupid annoying face to go along with it.

      “Hey whadaya want Ugly.”

      “Ha ha, you know I hate that!” I just chuckled.

      “Ya know our ranks up for call signatures, you really should use that for yours, that’s what we all know you as anyway.” Ugly rolls his eyes, but continues with his slight smirk.

      “Well, that’s kinda what I was saying, you remember that chick who took you down last week?” My mind flashes with red hair and blue eyes. Wearily I glance back.

      “Yeah? What of it?”

      “Well her rank just chose their call signatures. And I was wondering if she was from Texas like you?” I almost flush, I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I know the answer, but the only reason I do is because I had to know who she was… so I snooped through every record I could find. All I found was her PT signature is Nevada so I don’t assume we’re neighbors.

      “I don’t think so Ugly, get to the point.”

      “Well I heard today that she stole your call sign, She is officially the owner of AGENT TEXAS, thought that was interesting, don’t you?” His eyes are still buggy, but mocking. I’m so stunned I just stand there like an idiot as she crosses our path 500 yards up. Her hair flying like a banner, body strong and powerful, eyes dancing as they meet mine.

      Tex…Every one in our Unit calls me Church, but that’s just because our sergeants wore my name out during drill and it just stuck. Those who weren’t there, everyone who isn’t in our unit, calls me Tex for my accent. I’d let it be known that’s what my call sign was to be, everyone knew. She knew.

    • Sarcasm & Bullets (CONT.)

      7 years ago

      agroneman21

      Right up to our last mission, she’d had me. My every attention, my every nerve ending attune to hers, like magnets. I’m tough, use women and be on my way, kill with out flinching. I’ve never been afraid, I get the job done, fear never dominated me, emotion never ruled me. I’ve always been the well oiled machine. It why we worked well together, a partnership with out words, two halves of the same whole working to get the job done. But the fear… of losing her… it was always her and that night I was no longer tough.

      I’ve never seen anything like it, deep in enemy territory. The universe above us, two setting moons, colors I’d never knew existed lie in that sky. Everything crisp and clear, with a hostility hidden behind it. And there she was, crisp and clear, vibrant underneath that sky, beautiful, with a deep hostility behind those ice blue eyes, but somehow… it fit. Naked, in my arms so warm, so… everything we were together. Rough, wild, hatred, sarcasm and bullets.

      She looks up at me, “Leonard…” Rich, warm, commanding, strong, submitting, sensuous. My fingers grip her shoulder blades, her fingers draw blood down my sides, her gasp bring more pleasure to me than sound alone should. “Oh….”



      “Alison” I don’t recognize the break in my voice. I don’t understand the pain. I can’t lose her, it doesn’t happen. She doesn’t die. I won’t let it happen, to save her, I would give anything, I would give my life. I see her breaking in front of me, she’s falling over. Reaching out she hisses in pain as I fold her into my arms, into what strength I can give her.

      This isn’t how its supposed to be, in this army I’ve seen the effects a thousand times and I’ve killed even more. This isn’t right, why this reaction? Why this effect? Her eyes, now the color of her hair, which has turns a murky brown, look up into me, through me. She is so small…this woman who stood toe to toe with me for so long, she is just a shell now. How do I save this? I know very soon I will have to put her down and step away, force my body to leave hers. But I can’t imagine it, what will she be when I leave? Will she still be mine?

      “Leonard… you…” She can’t even speak through the blood seeping out her mouth, the blood tears and the blood pouring from her ears… I’ve always saw flashes of vibrant red when I thought of her, but not like this, not all this gore.

      “Alison… I” For I second I see the determination I love so much course through her behind those eyes. But as her fingers touch my lips, they are feather light. There is no strength behind them to sustain that force.

      “Don’t you dare say it…” She chokes out… her voice hoarse and blood sprays from deep with in, “And no goodbyes…” coughing rakes her body, I fear she will break in two, yet I cling tighter, “I can’t… it’s….it’s not who we are Leonard.”

      In the background I hear the fire continue yet again. Grenades exploding, grunts and screaming of warfare. That is my life behind me… it was our life before this moment and I was happy in it. Now? What about my life lying here, on me, cocooned in my embrace, holding on to everything we made.

      Then she slips through my hands, like falling water, I’ll never know how she does these things. From the floor her hands come up pushing my chest, pushing me away from her. I noticed how small her hands are on me, has she always been that small? “Go.” The command moves me more than the push. I’m engrained to listen to that voice, I yearn to. I move to a crouch, unconsciously readying for the fight coming. My mind with her, but already my fingers move to my gun, fingers finding their holds easily.

      “Not with out you Alison, not with out you!” I try to pick her up, but again she pushes.

      “GO!” She spews more blood, the rage in her almost giving me hope. “Stop this, stop it Church!” I see the fire in her eyes, they alone willing me to my feet as I feel the vibrations of battle coming closer.

      Protect her. Everything I’m made of needs to protect her and I can’t do that sobbing on the floor. I turn to the fight, I escape into it, for Alison.





      She’s just a girl. Strength used up, she collapses back to the hard metal floor. Gasping wheezing around the blood making a mockery of her. “Stop this church, stop The Flood. Get home like we always talked about.” She laughs… even though we knew it was never us, she thinks, we were made for this life. We were never normal civilians. But the idea… its nice. “And…” She can’t bear to hold her head up anymore, and it takes a second for her to realize its not just blood escaping her eyes. She is scared, no matter how she hates to admit it. What will she be when she stops breathing? She can feel things inside her … things not… of her own. These symptoms have never occurred as far as she knew, what is this?

      “And…” a sob escapes her control as more blood is coughed from her body, “Forget me. Forget me Leonard. You were meant for so much more.. You were meant… to save, to fight.” My burden will haunt him, her thoughts race as her heart slows. “It’s not to late Leonard… to let this go. Let me go.” And she cries…she lost her last battle.

      He hurries back to her, the fight far from over, but he couldn’t stay gone long, only to protect would he leave. But he hurries only to find her gone. He see’s the blood, but she isn’t there. And he is lost… losing his hold on life… his sanity in a pool of her blood, but all he can see is her hair, the beauty in crimson and those blue, blue eyes.



      *Please don't hate it was just a dream that i had to write down. I'm not the best writer but i had to get it out i hope someone finds it entertaining :D or even reads it lol.~

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      7 years ago

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      I think Ive misspelled somethings, hahaha. Grr that's irritating, well I did write it in 20 min. But i think if i am gonna title it, I wanna title it, Sarcasm & Bullets Hope people read and like it! Please, again look past the stupid grammatical errors, sigh I'm never going to be able to be an English teacher :( ^_^

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