I Feel It's Gonna Rain[Tyler]

[Mercy Scarborough]

can you help me out?
can you lend me a hand?
it's safe to say that i'm stuck again

Rain poured down against the window, droplets racing down the pane as Mercy rested her forehead against the cool glass. The light outside was dim, though it was not dark yet. She was sitting upon the window seat in her bedroom at St. Augustine’s School for Girls. Drawing her knees in toward her chest, she wore a pretty purple dress with black lace along the trimming. The sleeves came down to show off her pretty shoulders and a silver necklace hung about her neck, a purple heart pendant lying perfectly over her breasts. Her hair was in gorgeous curls, some of it pulled back into an elegant, but not at all flashy, clip as her blue eyes stared out at the grounds. She hated being trapped in that school.

trapped between this life and the light
i just can't figure out
how to make it right

A soft sigh escaped her lips, the sound of the pouring rain slapping against the school filled her ears like the sound of someone pounding on drums. It was dark in her room, the little bit of light coming in through the window. Mercy’s heart was aching to get out of there, wanting nothing more than to leave and be free. Oh how unladylike that was. Getting to her feet, Mercy backed away from the window, playing with her necklace and staring at the rain with her stormy blue eyes. It wouldn’t kill her to get away… at least for a little while…

a thousand times before
i've wondered if there's something more
something more

Without a second thought, Mercy silently crept from her room, being careful that nobody would see her. Most of the other girls were either in their room or in the living room, gossiping like the snobs they were. Tiptoeing down the steps, Mercy headed down the hall, sneaking right past the headmistress and the cook. Well, ok, it was quite easy to slip past the cook considering she was so hard at hearing. With a rush of adrenaline spreading over her, Mercy slipped right through the back door and into the pouring rain…

i feel it's gonna rain like this for days
so let it rain down and wash everything away
i hope that tomorrow the sun will shine
with every tomorrow comes another life

One thing about Mercy was, she didn’t give a damn about how wet she got. All she cared about was that she was free of that place, that prison, for the time being. Looking around to make sure nobody would see her, she lifted the skirts of her dress, dashing toward the trees and slipping into the forest. The treetops swayed and the ground was soaked so that Mercy had to be careful not to slip when she ran. She didn’t even care how she was going to sneak back in, because at the moment, that didn’t matter at all. Running through the forest, she could feel the rush of energy coursing through her. As if she actually had control of her own life, her own fate…

i feel it's gonna rain
for days and days
i feel it's gonna rain
i tried to figure out
i can understand
what it means to be whole again

Her heart was pounding and she went as far as she possibly could. This wasn’t her first escape into the forest, so she knew her way fairly well. She didn’t plan on going back anytime soon. Hell, she’d spend the whole night out there if she wanted. She had done so before… well, ok, she had been with friends at the time, so it was a little different… but not much. She didn’t care how risky it was. Sometimes you had to take risks in order to experience freedom…

trapped between the truth and the consequence
nothing's real
nothing's making sense

After a little while she couldn’t run anymore and slowed herself down, walking along, away from the trail, stepping over roots and tree trunks. By now she was completely drenched, her pretty curls dripping wet and her dress clinging to her even more so, feeling heavier from the water. She didn’t mind it though. She liked this feeling of freedom too much to head back to the school where it was warm and safe. Mercy had been warm and safe her entire life and she was getting tired of it…

a thousand times before
i've wondered if there's something more
something more

The clouds were so gray and covering up the sky like a blanket. The bottom of Mercy’s dress was getting dirty and a little torn up. Her mother might not be too happy, but she probably wouldn’t be too surprised. Mercy had always been like this. One couldn’t blame her either. It was so beautiful out there, the way everything shone with the slick, wetness of the water. Rain drops splashed into puddles and the nearby pond, the sound of the droplets crashing filling the air…

i feel it's gonna rain like this for days
so let it rain down and wash everything away
i hope that tomorrow the sun will shine
i feel it's gonna rain like this
rain like this
rain like this

Mercy came to a stop in a spot where there was a small clearing, twirling around and looking up at the sky, drops of rain hitting her fair skinned face. She spun around and around, everything blurring together, making no sense whatsoever until she just couldn’t spin anymore. She fell to the ground, not at all painfully, and stared up at the sky, her chest heaving and the world spinning up above her. The treetops weren’t where they were supposed to be, but instead appeared to be moving around about her, circling her and circling her until finally the sensation left her and everything was in its rightful place…

fall down
wash away my yesterdays
fall down
so let the rain fall down on me

Her chest heaved a little with each breath, her piercing blue eyes gleaming. Most ladies would have a heart attack seeing her lying there in the rain with such a pretty dress on. Luckily there weren’t any ladies about though. So Mercy was content to lay there, bringing her hands up and putting them behind her head. Her skin was soaked and the air was cool, but Mercy didn’t care about this. She wasn’t too cold yet…

i feel it's gonna rain like this for days
let it rain down and wash everything away
i hope that tomorrow the sun will shine
i feel it's gonna rain like this
rain like this
rain like this

{so let the rain fall down}

i feel it's gonna rain like this
rain like this

{so let the rain fall down}

i feel it's gonna rain like this
i feel it's gonna rain...

SONG: Rain- Creed
WORD COUNT: 903 without lyrics

i was feeling artistic, so i made it pretty

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Scurrying along the forest tree line, the wolf-like dog peed on several trees, sniffing around and then digging a hole or two. As any dog who wandered farther from home, their instincts kick into hyper drive and they take over the life of their ancestors. And so the dog turned into the wolf, footfalls light, slinking along, hiding and searching, hunting, panting. The dog stiffened, looked up and behind him, ears pricked forward, nose twitching. "TOMAS!" A distant voice called through the rain. The dog snorted, wagged his curled poofy tail and then bolted into the forest.

Tyler ran through the rain, he didn't care. Why should he care? It wasn't like he had clothing that couldn't afford to get wet. He was a hard working guy, who liked the rain and didn't mind to get mud and grease on him. He did all his own dirty work, plus the dirty work of the rich man. Why would he care about rain? After all, it was just water.

Running along, splashing through puddles, kicking it up all along his pants. Tomas ran off from home, which was very odd, but then again that dog always got weird when it was raining. The mutt was every breed of dog imaginable, even wolf. Tyler got him for five shillings from a dealer who was getting rid of puppies. It's times like these that Tyler cursed himself for getting a dog, the damn thing was more trouble than it was worth. Other times though, Tyler was glad he got caught up in the look of puppy eyes because, Tomas was a great companion and Tyler didn't really have much else. He bought the dog right after his mother died, it was almost a piece of something that started Tyler's new life, and he couldn't let him leave, get hurt, or worse. He needed Tomas as much as he cursed at him, wanted to boot him outside and what not.

Running all the way to the forest tree line, he skidded to a stop, almost falling in the slippery, muddy grass. He shook his head, knowing the damn dog ran into the forest to express his inner wolf. Total bullshit, dammit. Ty was going to be so pissed if he got attacked by a bear or something. Sighing, Tyler stepped pasted the treeline, almost as if he entered a new world. And then he started running again, leaping over things that got in his way. He called for Tomas, over and over again.

The dog was only a few paces ahead of his owner, running full sprint, body stretched out, ears laying back, and tongue lolling out. The dog was silent, stealthy, and quick. He whipped around trees, rocks and hopped over logs, effortlessly. The dog suddenly veered off into another direction, ears pricking forward and letting out a excited whine. The mutt caught a scent of something and charged though the forest after it. Jumping through puddles, the dog was soaked, dripping from head to toe.

Tyler was sprinting now, pushing away branches, leaves and twigs out of the way as he called for Tomas again. He slipped and thankfully caught himself, otherwise he'd be face first in a huge puddle. Getting up, he was smiling now, running after his asshole dog. It was a game of chase that Tyler needed, for some reason he wasn't pissed anymore, he was enjoying it. As he ran through the forest like an idiot, he aimed for the puddles, tested how high he could leap over things, and slid in the mud. As he whipped around a huge oak tree, he saw the damn dog's body about 100 yards ahead of him. "TOMAS!" he screamed, determined to catch the dog, sprinting after him again.

The dog's head whipped to the side as he heard his owner's voice much closer. The dog then suddenly picked up speed and dug into the mud, speeding away, his soaked coat clashing against the earthy forest floor. Letting out an excited bark, the dog crashed through a bush, slowing down to a trot, ears pushed forward and tongue hanging out. He saw a human, ran to her and licked her face.....

[Mercy Scarborough]

"Eww," Mercy said, jumping a little as a dog licked her face. She sat up, brows knitting together as she wondered where the hell this dog came from. He obviously wasn't wild, like he may have liked to think. Sitting up, Mercy pet the dog and scratched behind his ears, despite his wet fur. "Where on earth did you come from?" she asked him, arching a slender brow. She could hear the sound of someone's voice from a distance, but couldn't really hear what they were saying. Hopefully it wasn't someone looking for her already.

Mercy had no idea that this dog belonged to the man who had in fact helped out her and her own new dog who resided at home with her parents, safe from that man who was trying to shoot the poor thing. Mercy was soaked completely, her curls heavier and more straight from the weight of the water, her skin gleaming from the water, arms, face and even her chest. It added something to her appearance though it was hard to tell what that might have been((I can tell you, sexiness. If I had boobies and a nice body, I'd be getting wet in the rain all the time. Sounds so wrong. LOL!!!)). Petting the dog, she looked around, wondering who he might belong to...

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tomas walked backwards a few steps, sitting on his butt after she patted him. He cocked his head to the side when she asked where he came from. He let out a small whine and then wagged his curled tail. His ears flicked back and then forward again, letting his tongue hang out as he stared at her, his brown eyes kind and curious. However, they left her face and he looked toward the direction he came from, he stood quickly and then turned to run....

Tyler came bursting through the same bushes the damn dog ran through, sliding and skidding on his butt, letting out a small yelp as he did so. "TOMAS I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU RUN AWA-" He stopped quickly after seeing the women right by his dog as it turned to run. He turned bright red, wow. It just so happened to be the girl he had helped, punching a guy who was abusing his dog, now it looked as if Tyler abused his dog. "Ummm... I'm not always like this with him, if you think I'm abusive or something." he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking up at her. He was red, and soaked, and now his butt was muddy. Then he furrowed his brows, looking at Mercy. "Why are you out here? Do you always try to get into trouble?" he asked with a small smirk.

Lucas didn't run after Tyler started to yell, instead he turned, sat and just waited. He had a dumb look strewn across his face as he watched the women and his master speak, it was almost like he was trying to interpret what they were saying.

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy looked over as soon as she heard the man, a surprised look crossing her face. She couldn't help but laugh lightly when he mentioned her thinking he was abusive. "I understand, but if I see you do something, I'm sure seeing as you've already witnessed me in action, you know I won't hesitate to take you out." She was joking of course... kind of. She probably would hit him.

"I go to the school nearby... needed some... fresh air," she said, a rebellious smile crossing her face. "So I came out into the pouring rain. And if you don't mind me saying sir, you can only get in trouble... f you get caught." She sat down upon a fallen over long, waiting and watching him to see if he would join her. "I won't bit you if you sit with me."

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler arched a brow. She was always running away and trying to get in trouble now wasn't she? Tyler looked toward Tomas, giving him a look and then standing up, he had mud on him, but it was mostly water that soaked him. "I won't tell a soul, I don't want my arm broken." he said, smiling at her. He came over to her. "You have to admit, it isn't the best day to go out and get... fresh air. It's pouring." he said, green eyes sliding over to her pretty face.

Tom whined and then walked over, his coat soaked but he was content now that he was out in the open and acting like a wild dog. Tyler watched him walk over and he ran his hand along the mutt's face, rolling his eyes. "I guess it was a good thing you decided to play wolf today." he said, a smirk playing his face. It was very good, now Tyler could talk to the pretty girl some more. Ty looked toward Mercy again, "Why are you so... rebellious?" he asked. "If my parents ever had money... I would do anything they said." he said smiling slightly as he looked down to the ground, thinking about his mother.

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy smiled at the things Tyler said. "Really? I hadn't noticed it was pouring..." she said wisely, though her smile did not fade. She watched him come over to her, blushing a little as he looked at her. "Me? Rebellious? Well... I suppose, now that you mention it."

She looked over at him, arching a slender brow. "Are you sure you'd listen to everything they said if they had money? I listen to my parents. Most of the time, especially my father." Mercy was what you might call a "daddy's girl" "But, I'm sure you would... rebel as well if you were forced day after day to sit this way, talk that way, or learn your french properly. What is the point of learning French anyway? I have no interest in going to France anytime soon." She sighed and shook her head, looking back to him. "And not to mention, why must I constantly be followed around by a chaperon when I wish to go out? Do I look like I'm going to hop onto the first man I see on the street?" She blushed after saying this, realizing it had been rather... bold of her. Of course another reason for a chaperon was to keep men from hopping on her, but... well, she didn't mention that.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler arched a brow at what she had said. She was very bold, and it didn't bother him, no.. .not at all, it entertained him. He knew the real reason she had someone looking after her, but he didn't mention it either, it would be out of his place, and rather... odd for him to say, he thought at least. He was surprised to hear she listened to her father, expecting her to be one that resented her father. He was wrong, but he respected her for being that way. She wasn't one of those young girls who always blame their father for thier life.

He was silent for a long time, not really sure of anything else to say. His green eyes rose and he parted his lips to speak, it was his turn to say something bold, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be poor? Have you ever wanted to switch places?" He asked, just in a curious way. He had never been able to talk to a rich person like this before, and Mercy seemed nice enough to ask such a silly question. Tyler always wanted to be rich, but he would never let money get the best of him. Maybe it was just the way he was raised, but he was taught always to help others, even if you didn't know them. That's how he and Mercy met in the first place.

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy sat there, quiet for a moment as she thought about his question. "I suppose so," she said, nodding her head, the rain slowing down a little. "There have certainly been times that I wished I weren't wealthy... Then I wouldn't have to walk around with those damn chaperons or listen to that damn headmistress at St. Augustine's..." she sighed.

"But I certainly do my best not to take what I have for granted." She looked at him, completely serious. She had never been asked such a question before, but she didn't mind answering it. "My parents raised me that way, to be grateful for what they have. Not many people seem to know that my father was an orphan without a penny to his name and my mother was kicked out of one boarding school after another, taken care of by a wicked aunt after her father abandoned her." She was serious too. Hardly anyone knew of the Scarboroughs' past. "Do you ever wish you were rich?"

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler looked down at the ground, a frown playing his face as he realized what her family had gone through. He hated to admit it, but he was glad her parents grew up that way. It makes for a better reason that they are rich. They earned that money themselves, it wasn't handed to them like most rich people. Green eyes looked up, and he looked into her eyes again. "Your family deserves the money that bring in. I couldn't respect your parents enough now that I heard about their past." Tyler said this in an honest tone.

When she asked him if he wished to be rich. He just looked down and laughed. "No." He said plainly. "I wish I had more money than I do now, but... I would never want to be rich. " He said with almost certainty. "I don't want to be able to spend money on something I don't need, and then grow old and fat, knowing I lived life without accomplishing anything." He said with a smirk. "And I can't get out of my head, that most rich people are rude, selfish, and uncaring. I guess I just have a job that helps the worst of the rich, the ones who don't give two shits about people lower than them. To them, we are lower than the dirt on our clothing." he said with a shake of his head. Tom walked over, curled up and laid down by Tyler's feet, and Ty lowered his hand, petting the dog in a loving way. "It's people like that, that ruin an image for people like you." he said, allowing himself to openly say he liked the way she was.

[Mercy Scarborough]

Mercy smiled a little when he said he respected her parents. "I must agree, it would be tragic if you grew old and fat from an over abundance of money," she said, thinking about that for a moment and then looking down at herself. Dear god, she would never wish to be old and fat. Fat especially... hopefully she wasn't already. She honestly couldn't help but wonder what this man saw... when he looked at her.

A blush crossed her face when he said other rich people ruined the image of people like her. "If you don't mind me asking," she said, the rain picking up again as she leaned ever closer so they could heat each other better. "What image might that be?" She was closer to him now, watching as the rain poured down on him, running down his face and skin, just as it ran down her... down her pretty face... over her neck... down her chest. Her striking blue eyes seemed to mirror the storm around them, set intently upon him.

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler only smiled when he heard she agreed, and he rolled his eyes when he caught her looking down at herself. Never in a million years did Tyler think Mercy would ever get fat, she seemed to perfect to gain any pounds. She seemed like the body type to stay thin anyway, she was blessed with that figure. He then thought of himself growing fat, and he winced at the image. He couldn't afford to be fat, then again he wouldn't have to worry, because you need money to be fat. Tyler would be lucky if his stomach was full most days. As he was thinking though, she said something that Tyler wasn't prepared on answering.

He turned red when she asked what he thought she was. He ran his hand over his neck and then said with a shy tone. "I don't know exactly yet Miss. Scarborough, your different from the rest." he said this as he looked up into her eyes. "Your eyes hold a different look than other rich girls. It's obvious your heart is bigger too." He smirked after saying this. "After seeing so many rich girls, I've come to realize they have this look in their eyes, a rather... endless pit kind of look. It's almost a turn off." He said, wrinkling his nose. "Like if you didn't please them, they were going to eat you alive."

He looked comfy sitting on the log next to her, he picked up a piece of grass and twirled it around his finger, looking like a little kid. "Don't take it wrong, but I think your beautiful. Not only because of your looks, but because of your heart and personality." He was even more red when he said this....

[Mercy Scarborough]

He thought she was beautiful. Face crimson, Mercy looked away from him for a moment. "Really" she asked him, mustering up the courage to look at him again. "How could someone take that the wrong way?" She arched a slender brow at him, her voice soft. Whether he realized it or not, Tyler was certainly charming. She was so taken by him at the moment, sitting close to him and wondering...

She was tempted to move closer, but at the same time, she was too terrified to do so. There was no way he could possibly want to... well, be with a girl like her. Even if he did see her as different. It was obvious he had a distaste for the rich. She looked away again, ashamed of herself and wondering if what he said was really true, that she wasn't like those rich snobs...

[Tyler Van Helsing]

Tyler was shy all of a sudden. Seeing as she was growing red, he was too. "People just take the outer part of you wrong. You look rich. I miss took the kind of person you were when I first met you, now that I'm talking to you, I think you can assume that I don't believe the stereotype as much as I did before I started to talk with you." Ty was honest when saying this, his green eyes daringly venturing to her face again. He never did get nervous, and never did blush, for some reason this girl seemed to make all of his shyness pour out of him.

He saw the look in her eyes, he was good at reading people. With a small smirk, he moved closer to her, letting his eyes drop as he did. "What do you typically think of poor men like me? Do you think we are all dirty-mouthed scumbags who would rape any rich looking women they saw wandering down the street?" He asked that with all curiousness. How he came up with that? Well some women said that to him one evening, when she dropped her purse, Tyler tried to help her, and she freaked out and told him those things. That was another reason he disliked the rich. Anyone lower than them was scum.

[Mercy Scarborough]

She turned back to him as he moved closer to her and her own body came just a little closer. "No," she said to him, shaking her head. She was being honest too. "I don't think that about every poor man... if I did, then why would I be the rich girl always walking down the street alone?" She smiled a little at him and forced herself to keep her eyes on his yes, not letting them stray to his lips or any other part of his body for that matter.

"I do my best not to judge too quickly." Her words were softly spoken and she couldn't help but shiver as droplets of water ran down her skin. She wondered what was going on through his mind right then and there, her own thoughts eating away at her. Perhaps she was being too forward, too.. out there. Perhaps she should reel herself in... pull back... but she couldn't.