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Hey!  So I updated Far Too Young To Die twice.  Here is Chapter Four and Chapter Five .  Updating will be less frequent, but there will be a new chapter out tomorrow.  Also I will try to post more on Tumblr, but I am not promising much.  Love you love birds!

Hey!  So I updated Far Too Young To Die twice.  Here is Chapter Four and Chapter Five .  Updating will be less frequent, but there will be a new chapter out tomorrow.  Also I will try to post more on Tumblr, but I am not promising much.  Love you love birds!

Far Too Young To Die: Chapter ThreeCarah’s POV:
"Damn," I said quietly, "you got beaten pretty bad.  What were youthinking? If you were trying to kill yourself, couldn’t you have doneit where I didn’t have to watch.  People people die bothers people youknow.” I glanced over the list of injuries he suffered. “Concussion,various bruises,  not to mention enough alcohol in your system to hurta horse.” I put the chart back and sat on the end of his bed. “What’syour name?”  I asked.     “Brendon,” he answered. His voice was pretty rough, but who couldblame him? He was hit by a car after all.    “I’m Carah,” I said with a smile.  “Wait a minute.  Brendon? As inBrendon Urie? You’re far too young to die.”
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Far Too Young To Die: Chapter Three

Carah’s POV:

"Damn," I said quietly, "you got beaten pretty bad.  What were you
thinking? If you were trying to kill yourself, couldn’t you have done
it where I didn’t have to watch.  People people die bothers people you
know.” I glanced over the list of injuries he suffered. “Concussion,
various bruises,  not to mention enough alcohol in your system to hurt
a horse.” I put the chart back and sat on the end of his bed. “What’s
your name?”  I asked.
     “Brendon,” he answered. His voice was pretty rough, but who could
blame him? He was hit by a car after all.
    “I’m Carah,” I said with a smile.  “Wait a minute.  Brendon? As in
Brendon Urie? You’re far too young to die.”

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Far Too Young To Die : Chapter Two  Brendon’s POV: August, Third, 2014                                                                                 I woke up to the bed empty. Once I was fully awake, I propped myself up on one armand looked around the room.  Furniture was missing, drawers were open with clothesslung over the edge, and all of the doors were open. My heart began to beat quickly asI rushed out of bed and ran downstairs in my boxers. Hearing noises fromthe kitchen made me immediately go there. Sarah was with a flamboyant manin a lilac suit with his hair styled perfectly. Papers were scattered amongst the tableand there was a moving truck running outside.My panic became confusion within a matter of seconds, “Sarah, what the fucking hellis going on?” the man in the suit looked at me holding back laughter, “I see why you’redivorcing him!” he stated in his feminine voice and Sarah and he began giggling.  Sarah straightened up and cleared her throat, “We are getting a divorce, I would ratheryou not question. I want you to sit down and sign the papers and know it’s most certainly notyour fault I just want to be single.” she patted the seat next to her. I sat down as the fabulous guytold me where to sign. Sarah stood up and looked at me sadly,”Thank you,” she kissed my cheekand looked at the other guy with a smile, “Simon are you ready to go?” her eyebrows raised.Simon cleared the papers and stood up excitedly walking to Sarah’s side, “Get me out ofmy mind!” he exclaimedand left the house getting in Sarah’s Fiat. The moving truck drove away and as did theFiat. I stood up and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer before going to the livingroom and flopping down on the couch. What the hell just happened?
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Far Too Young To Die : Chapter Two

  Brendon’s POV:
 
August, Third, 2014                                                                              
 
  I woke up to the bed empty. Once I was fully awake, I propped myself up on one arm
and looked around the room.  Furniture was missing, drawers were open with clothes
slung over the edge, and all of the doors were open. My heart began to beat quickly as
I rushed out of bed and ran downstairs in my boxers. Hearing noises from
the kitchen made me immediately go there. Sarah was with a flamboyant man
in a lilac suit with his hair styled perfectly. Papers were scattered amongst the table
and there was a moving truck running outside.
My panic became confusion within a matter of seconds, “Sarah, what the fucking hell
is going on?” the man in the suit looked at me holding back laughter, “I see why you’re
divorcing him!” he stated in his feminine voice and Sarah and he began giggling.

  Sarah straightened up and cleared her throat, “We are getting a divorce, I would rather
you not question. I want you to sit down and sign the papers and know it’s most certainly not
your fault I just want to be single.” she patted the seat next to her. I sat down as the fabulous guy
told me where to sign. Sarah stood up and looked at me sadly,”Thank you,” she kissed my cheek
and looked at the other guy with a smile, “Simon are you ready to go?” her eyebrows raised.
Simon cleared the papers and stood up excitedly walking to Sarah’s side, “Get me out of
my mind!” he exclaimed
and left the house getting in Sarah’s Fiat. The moving truck drove away and as did the
Fiat. I stood up and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer before going to the living
room and flopping down on the couch. What the hell just happened?

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Far Too Young To Die: Chapter One
Carah’s POV: Hurting people is not my goal in life.  True, if someone gets inmy way, I’m not afraid to destroy them, but my sole reason is not toto cause pain.  I want everything life has to offer and I am going toget it.  Now there are times when people pay me to off someone’senemies and I’m only too happy to help them out, but killing people ismessy and should always be avoided if you don’t want to get caught.Injuring people comes with the job so you get used to the uselesstears people waste when they find out that you’ve conned them.  Yes. I am a con woman.  Am I successful? Very. Am I proud? Of course.I’m filthy rich because of the mistakes and faults of others.  I makemoney off of people’s bad judgement.  Many people wonder how you goabout starting a life of crime that will bring you profit instead often to fifteen years in prison. I suggest dropping off the face of theearth in one of two ways.  Either you should fake your kidnapping,make people think you’re dead, or kill everyone connected to you.  Idid the later.  My mother already disappeared, my grandparents died,and I had no friends.  Once I made it look like my father put a bulletthrough his brain, I was free.  Now the next step is to pick out yournew name.  You want to make it something natural sounding and easy toremember.  When I first started, I had not mastered the art of nameselection and I came up with Hannah Oliver Amelia Xelvier.  After twomore attempts, I got to my current name which is Carah Olivia Nikerk.It took eleven years to get here, but now I’m ready to do somethingmore elaborate……
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Far Too Young To Die: Chapter One

Carah’s POV:

 Hurting people is not my goal in life.  True, if someone gets in
my way, I’m not afraid to destroy them, but my sole reason is not to
to cause pain.  I want everything life has to offer and I am going to
get it.  Now there are times when people pay me to off someone’s
enemies and I’m only too happy to help them out, but killing people is
messy and should always be avoided if you don’t want to get caught.
Injuring people comes with the job so you get used to the useless
tears people waste when they find out that you’ve conned them.


  Yes. I am a con woman.  Am I successful? Very. Am I proud? Of course.
I’m filthy rich because of the mistakes and faults of others.  I make
money off of people’s bad judgement.  Many people wonder how you go
about starting a life of crime that will bring you profit instead of
ten to fifteen years in prison. I suggest dropping off the face of the
earth in one of two ways.  Either you should fake your kidnapping,
make people think you’re dead, or kill everyone connected to you.  I
did the later.  My mother already disappeared, my grandparents died,
and I had no friends.  Once I made it look like my father put a bullet
through his brain, I was free.  Now the next step is to pick out your
new name.  You want to make it something natural sounding and easy to
remember.  When I first started, I had not mastered the art of name
selection and I came up with Hannah Oliver Amelia Xelvier.  After two
more attempts, I got to my current name which is Carah Olivia Nikerk.
It took eleven years to get here, but now I’m ready to do something
more elaborate……

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Me and my friend are writing a Brendon fic and I am so excited!  I will write down the plot line and put it on here soon!  This is the cover I made for it.

Me and my friend are writing a Brendon fic and I am so excited!  I will write down the plot line and put it on here soon!  This is the cover I made for it.

The hand motions you do when your telling a story to your friends: