Rusty was a beautiful, fluffy cat with long red-brown hair and an unending dislike for anyone but my Nana. I stopped dead in my tracks as he hissed at...me. I made a very quick turn out of the room, ran down the stairs, cut through the dining room, slid across the small, tiled hallway, and jumped down the step to the family room. There on the dark oval coffee table was the golden glass candy jar. My family was very big on sweets. My Aunt Madelyn always had jars and jars of candy on her counter.. For the first time since we knew of the army's approach, we had hope. As we stood there and watched the captain, burning like a flame, I could feel that we all dared to believe that we could actually stop this army, that our plan would work.We had been busy since that time three days ago when we first knew that they were coming. As soon as we knew about the army, the captain had sent Whistle off to ask for help and instructions. He had looked quite unsurprised when Whistle came back a couple of. Almost as if she wore a cloak of some kind. He realized that this effect, which he could just barely sense, would not be visible to anybody else as he was not truly "seeing" it with his eyes. He was more feeling it through the enhancements to his senses.At the instant the truck impacted with the woman's fragile body, he sensed the Darkness pulse. It swelled immensely, engulfing the front of the truck with almost a voracious lunge. Jake watched the truck grind to a halt. He moved slowly towards. We both planned not to sleep whole night. She was holding my hand and lying on my shoulder. We talked about how the tour went for some time. Her hair was dancing in the wind. I tucked it behind her ears. I continued to move my fingers around her face. I told her she is very beautiful. She blushed a little and said I’m lying. I replied saying it’s the truth. I told her she has a beautiful face. I moved my fingers to her neck and then down to her chest. She stopped my hand and said bad boy. I.