All Bailey saw was the blood, nothing else, just the blood. The horrible dark red blood. Bailey never understood how dangerous taking someone non-fictional into the fictional world was.
She just learned the hard way. She new that all Deren had ever wanted was to try to be the hero of his favorite book. Her heart pounded, The way his eyes stayed still, and the way the arrow pierced his heart, the way whenever she called his name he didn’t answer, just spelled out Death. She wanted to scream, and say the world wasn't fair, but she knew that wasn't an option.
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