Summary: A group of golden voiced friends. A duo of lifelong sidekicks. The seven are yanked from their world and placed into another, where they discover that even their long time friends are nothing more than strangers. The world seemed so familiar, but laid dormant and forgotten over the courses of lifetimes. Pushed into the position of ill-fated heroes, they jumble themselves up in knowledge, memories, emotions, romances, and tears. As they try to build back the foundation of memories and friendships, they find themselves on a rushing path where they must lose everything to gain the hope of the entire world.
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys Characters: AJ, Nick, Group, Other
Genres: Action, Angst, Drama, Humor, Romance, Suspense, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure
Warnings: Violence, Graphic Violence, Sexual Content, Graphic Sexual Content, Death
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No
Word count: 1625 Read: 1833
Published: 07/20/04 Updated: 08/23/04
Looking Back by Sage
...For all this time, just waiting for our impending doom. Now, though...it was no longer pending. No longer nestled within ourselves along with the fear we forever dared not to show.
No.
Now it was right in front of us. Waiting for us. I could hear the clock tick in my head, minutes, seconds. Hours no longer. For it all was upon us now, and we walked on like brave warriors. Inside we might have been dying. Inside we might have been scared four year olds who'd lost their Mom at the supermarket, standing between isle seven and eight with snot and tears sliding down our faces. However, outside? Outside we looked like bad mother fuckers, crazed and vengeful.
A true warrior does not lead their men to victory. They lead them home.
Words from beyond the grave, sunken down into the depths of my soul like a long carried sin. He was here now. They all were. Standing, waiting, watching. Would we fail? We already had to ourselves. We'd lost everything for this moment. But would we fail them? All those blank faces with scared eyes, watching their TV sets or listening to the radio as the final minutes of their lives played out in some surreal slow motion.
To them, we were warriors. Soul, passion, rebels, courage, bravery. We were fast, strong, agile. We were their last hope. We were our last hope. Tomorrow was no longer a given. Today was all we had left.
We shared quick glances, fevered steps, hot memories that inched from our hearts like hot maple off a tree. Drop by drop, step by step. We'd come all this way, lost our families, our sanity's, our tears. Lost everything and only gained each other and the hope of the entire world.
Shit.
We never wanted to be heroes.
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