Amor Sorte Et Sacrificium-UPDT-PG-23/25-10-2013

hi dears...

after a lot of thinking...i have decided to put in front of you an idea...which was toying inside my mind for months...

am very new to FF writing...as such i welcome all sorts of criticism...

feel free to tell me what you feel...

coming to ff...- i always loved Jared Padalecki Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins a lot...they are currently starring in Supernatural (SPN) a TV series in CW channel of US...i always fantasized about them in different roles..as such this story too revolves around them whom fans call J2M...

there acting skills and looks inspired me this ff...

This FF has 3 planes of story telling which weave in and out to make a whole story...and hence Prologue itself will be in 3 parts...so will be epilogues...

i request you all to Like and Comment and help me in improving through inputs..

please be frank in your opinions...and tell em whether i should continue or not..

don't worry i won't be hurt if you don't like...:)

He was trying to close his eyes for a while...before he would bid adieu to this world in few hours after dawn..not that he was tired or sleepy or anything like that...he wanted to see the face ...the one face which made him go through the motions of living...

His back was sore from lying on the poured-concrete bench bed for 3 days in a row...as if awaiting something...once or twice a tall well built...freckled and red haired junior prison guard (more precisely trainee) called Perkins...tried to check the cell no 1978 to see if everything was alright...

Sooner than He expected he heard bolts being drawn back...several sets of doors being opened...both mechanical - smooth sounding... and automatic "click-whirring" of automatic doors...Still all he could react was just a bit of doubt in his olive-green eyes..in so many days he din't move...an inch...and hence he continued to be still in silence ..lying there not caring for anything...an aging man but sharp keen wise eyes under thick graying eyebrows.. and intimidating persona...wearing an impressively maintained Indigo Blue uniform decorated with various medals and badges showing his seniority...opened the final door leading in to the cell...and stood there for about 12 minutes approximately...he was flanked by Perkins and an FBI Agent called Marsh...when there was no sign of acknowledgement by the man who was named I-1978... Prison Officer-Warden Ronald McBirdie smiled a bit and waited patiently there.. although Agent Marsh was starting to fidget ...and perkins was...well...bored?? time passed by elongating to half an hour when finally I- 1978 stirred a bit just bare minimum...

Mr.Ronald said in his deep rumbling calm voice " i have got some news son..." his voice resonated and echoed in the cell chamber...something in his voice made the man who was named I-1978 sat up in a flash of a second...where as Agent Marsh disapproved the way the felon was addressed...Perkins was just holding his baton in his holster a bit more firmly...Mr.Ronald continued..." the execution is put on hold...for 24 hours...we tried our level best..."...no hint of any apparent emotions...just plain checking of his attention...

I-1978 asked " And??..."

The warden continued without any change in earlier tone..."...but couldn't find her place...sorry son..."...

Again agent Marsh muttered something unpleasant...at the endearment going on ...Perkins was a bit surprised...and ...curious...

"Don't Be..." came a low...slow...husky voice...from the cell inmate 1978 who was sitting now on the side the "bed" head bowed down...hands at his sides...

Just then...another guard named Wilson...appeared from behind...and asked a minute of Agent Marsh's attention...having a wary eye on the prisoner both of them went to a corner...of the cell...talked low Marsh mostly animated and mad by the looks of it...for few seconds... Marsh was unhappy..in fact it was an understatement...pissed...would explain his mood well...he came in front of the Prison officer and stood squarely...dragged the prisoner roughly to a standing position with his collar of orange prison attire...and asked in a menacing tone..." What ARE you..PLAYING AT...Danny..." he shook him hard...but all he got from him was...nothing..." I will Not allow This to happen...ever...do you hear it??... underline my words ...try hard ...do whatever you CAN!!!...MR.JAMES BLACKWELL..." Shouted Agent Marsh, cheeks flushed in anger...The prisoner's name echoed in the prison...Perkins dropped his baton ...in utter shock...while Wilson stood open mouthed at the olive green eyed man in front of agent Marsh....

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i have yet to get Hang of it actually 🤔

sure infact next update is today 😃

TBH ...i have never even seen a scene of that show...😆

anyways its just the prologue...wait for more😉

first for taking time off from your busy schedule and commenting...

second for liking my work😳

YOu are Way Too KIND😳

I still stand by my own assessment...i am no good...😡

i have to get the Hang of FF writing yet🤔

Still Positive reviews coming from you means a lot dear 🤗