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- Posted: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 00:32:16 +0000
"If you even so much as think of hurting one of my kids..."
Kelly could feel her own claws pricking her scalp as she held her head. It hurt, It hurt so much! All she wanted was her dad, he would make it stop, she was sure. She was seeing... Herself, as a little girl, only, it was different then it should have been. It was like there was another copy of her, only a split second behind the first. Outside, when thunder boomed, another crash would come a mere moment after. She was scared, of the storm, and she was looking for her mother. In the version of vision that seemed stretched over the original, she found her mother, only she was doing something terrible. She was killing her own children, the little girls brothers and sisters.
In the original though, it was Vincent, drenched in the blood of her family. He was standing over her mothers body. She could her hear own voice, weak and quavering, calling out 'M-Momma?' As the two figures turned around, they looked at her with mad, truly insane eyes, staring out from faces covered with blood. Then they tried to come after her. In the false memory she ran, in the true one she let herself fade from sight, quickly doing something her older siblings hadn't been able to do. She turned invisible, slowly sneaking away. As she ran and hid in one, in the other she felt the man touch at her own memories, altering them. He wanted her to think her mother had done this terrible thing. That was when the two distinctly different vision seemed to crash together, mixing.
She heard the voice as the sight slowly faded away, leaving her shaken badly, and almost... scared. She shook her head a bit, trying to smile for the girl. "No... I can clean this up. Thank you for the offer though." She slowly straightened out, regaining herself bit by bit. She regarded the twins carefully, as well as the small crowd that had gathered. Did they honestly have nothing better to do? The claws and fangs were already pulling back, trying to resume a somewhat normal appearance. She sighed a bit, she wouldn't make them leave, they would go on their own once they saw nothing more would happen.
She looked sadly at the broken windows. Now that would not do. She didn't have to do anything besides glare a bit at the glass for it to right itself, mending together, forming small unclear spots with swirling patterns where pieces merged to a whole. She would have to hunt down the rest of the damage later. "Is everyone okay?" When she spoke her voice was almost robotic, and it was falsely serene. She was too shaken up on the inside to let her emotions show.
"I will tear you apart piece by piece without a moments hesitation."
((Nyahaha!~ Boy... If she ever finds out that Aoi saw all of that, felt all of that... She would be more then a little upset.))