So, After a break we are back on track with Day 7 of Addison Moore Week :) Today I have for you
Some DELETED Scenes from Addison!!
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Deleted Scene from VEX - placeholder ending came from the first draft :)
Hours pass. Surgery goes on forever. They twist and turn Logan’s bowels, his legs are pinned, his left hip reconstructed. He has two collapsed lungs, eight broken ribs.
Gage has so much internal damage they’re flying in specialists to rewire his insides.
Each time the doctor comes out to speak with us, the news is increasingly grim. They need more blood. The blood bank is low. There’s a medic boat on the way to the island with units in reserve.
I offer my blood, all of it to both Logan and Gage, but Dr. Oliver says no—there are procedures, it doesn’t work that way.
I want to remind him it worked that way in his lab, but don’t.
Numbness penetrates me all the way to my bones, my own private fog. This is too surreal. I can’t begin to fathom what really happened. It’s so painfully impossible to think I might lose them. I’d rather die—give my life in exchange for theirs than bear the pain of mourning them. This is my fault. I’m the one who asked to have Logan’s Celestra powers revoked. I put Gage in harms way simply by loving him.
Endless hours pass with the scene replaying in my mind a hundred thousand times until finally, with great mercy, the world fades to black.
I rouse to a cool breeze. An echo of screams goes off in the distance, and it becomes apparent I’m no longer in the hospital.
A night sky with a lavender glow ripples over head as though it were a living thing not some nebulas place made of arid gases that soak up dreams and wishes. An open field surrounds me. The forest to my left is illuminated from above. I’m wearing the white dress Marshall gave me the day I disappeared at the Counts stone altar. Its pretty lace pattern repeats from the bodice down before it cuts off past my knees.
“Skyla,” a male voice comes from behind.
I turn to find Logan in all of his physical perfection and run to him, lunge into an embrace so tight I think I’m going to push through.
“You’re OK!” I lose myself in a puddle of tears as I press my face into his neck. I pull back and examine him. “You’re going to be OK, right?” I look around at the strange landscape. Each time Logan and I meet in his dreams we’re enveloped in the serene calm of dusk. “Am I dreaming?” I cradle his cheek in the palm of my hand, brush my thumb against the rough stubble along his flesh.
“No,” he shakes his head.
A spike of panic rises in me.
“Where are we? Where’s Gage?” I’m vulnerable as a newborn in this strange environment.
More screams erupt in the distance.
Logan doesn't say anything just fans his hand out as though I should know.
“No.” My heart thumps unnaturally. We can’t be in the ethereal plane, not yet.
Logan touches his forehead to mine. “I love you more than the heavens love the sun and the moon.” He offers a soft tender kiss, and I quickly pull away.
A memory darts through me of a dream I once had long before I knew of Logan. He whispered those exact same words.
“You’re going to live—tell me you’re going to live,” I insist.
He doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head.
“You have to live,” the words burn as they scratch their way from my throat. “I swear to God I’ll find a way to kill you if you die on me.”
“Then I’d better survive.” The line I gave him down the side of his cheek elongates in a lateral smile. “Hate to die twice.”
Howls and screams emit from the forest.
“What’s going on?”
Logan picks something up from behind and hands it to me.
It’s a bow with thick glossy wood just like Marshall’s.
“Region one.” His eyes sharpen on mine. “Welcome to the war.”
I shake my head refusing the weapon, refusing the war.
“Skyla!” A girl’s voice booms from my left.
I turn to find Chloe. Her black hair gleams, puffed out like a dark rainbow hovering around her. She holds taut a bow with its arrow swift in flight—before I can move, it spears through my chest.
A crimson stain blooms wide and quick over my white dress.
Logan shouts something to Chloe in another language.
I see Gage racing through the woods on his way over.
I remember my mother’s words, if you die in the ethereal plane you most certainly die.
Logan lays me on the ground, his face filled with worry and sorrow.
Gage comes in panting, shouting my name. He sounds distant, unintelligible with his feverish rants.
The last thing I see is my blood poured out like an offering, my body the altar of Chloe’s hatred.
The ethereal plane moves in and out of focus, blurs to nothing until all I’m left with are memories, my life pushing through my mind like a movie locked on fast forward. My time in Paragon—so brief, but filled with love from the two boys who hover above me.
“Skyla!” My name swims from far away.
A bright light explodes, swallows me whole—engulfs me with its perfect peace.
Deleted Scene from Expel - She decided not to have Skyla leave prom to look for Mia and just cut this scene entirely
The three of us pull up to the Landon house in Gage’s truck, greeted by blue and red flashing lights spiraling through the blank of night. Two police cars are tucked high up on the driveway as the front door sits wide open with a cheery orange glow emitting from the entry.
“We’ll check out the property,” Logan offers as he and Gage walk off into the woods near the back.
I run to the porch and into my frantic mother’s arms.
“Skyla, have you seen Mia?” Mom’s clothes are dirty, the buttons on her blouse are misaligned and there’s a sprig of leaves sticking out of the back of her head.
I hope her camping trip was the only thing cut short.
“No,” I pant. “Melissa said she was in your room.”
“She’s nowhere to be found,” Mom quivers as she holds me.
“Brielle had the baby,” her eyes swell with tears. “I’m on my way to the hospital. Promise me you won’t leave this house. I know Mia will come back. She’s probably goofing off with friends. She and Melissa haven’t exactly been getting along.”
“That,” Tad starts in, “or, she’s mirroring her big sis.”
I cringe when he says mirror.
“Are you happy now, Skyla?” He places an arm around Mom’s shoulder as they head down the porch. “Your lifestyle finally rubbed off on your little sister, and now she’s out doing God knows what with God knows who.”
They trail down to the minivan in a muffled argument.
“Shit,” I race into the house, up the stairs and into Mom’s bedroom to the empty space that once held the mirror. “Where is it?” I search around the bed, in the closet, the bathroom.
Now really wan't that just Wicked
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