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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 10:50 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 3:05 pm
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Scanning the city streets with his eyes, Alex saw many different people rushing about their lives, but he was looking for one in particular. His eyes were trained on a single girl. She was beautiful no doubt, but she was also a witch, and he wasn't too fond of witches and their spells. He watched her closely, but stayed back not wanting to alarm her and make her run off. Alexander was a witch hunter, just like his father had been, and his grandfather. It had run in the family for a few generations, it wasn't something Alex got to choose for himself. Once the male was able to walk, he'd been taught how to fight, kill and hunt witches. He was given a charm necklace that his father had given him when he'd passed. The charm was so that no witch would be able to cast spells on him. He'd grown up in a world were nothing was as it seemed, and yes, there were days were he'd wished he'd been like any other guy on the street rushing home to a wife and children, but he had to keep those men with their wives and children safe from the worlds horrors. Alex's eyes flashed bright green when he caught sight of the witch walking away. He leaned up from his place and followed behind her, but leaving a large distance as to not make himself obvious. He needed to wait patiently for his chance to strike, and he would get his chance.
Getting so close and losing was something Alex hated more than anything. It was like the worst tease possible. He'd been almost ready to attack the girl when she's rounded the corner into an alley, which he found strange, Alex was attacked. He hadn't seen it coming when a male suddenly jumped onto him and tackled him to the ground. It didn't take long for him to react to the attack. He flung the male off and kicked him square in the chest, watching him fly a few feet before his a** met the ground and Alex's head met the hard ground. With a small wince, he got to his feet quickly and whipped out a gun. The bright silver metal of it shinning in the dim light of the street lamp. In one simple motion he turned off the safe, point the barrel towards the other male and pulled the trigger, as simple as pushing the button on a remote. He watched the bullets fly, but the other male must have known he was going to pull out his gun because he was gone. Alex kept his gun up and scanned the alley and saw that their was no one in sight. Hearing a shuffle behind him, Alex was moving to turn when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, the tickle of blood and the floor coming closer as everything went black.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 3:36 pm
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❤ 魔女xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxＡｌｍａ xＶａｌｅｎｔｉｎｅ
❝ Never put your faith in God.
When you need a miracle, trust in a Witch.❞
Alma started her night off in a bar just like any other night. There was nothing she loved more than prying on weak men. She loved to lure them in sometimes with spells, other times with her body, but all the men she pried on all shared the same fate. Nasty spells that ruined their lives. Normally these men all blamed their misfortune on bad luck, but little did they know it was just a little witch having a lot of fun with their lives. Tonight Alma sat at the bar with a long black dress. She was clearly way overdressed for the scene she was in, but she liked to stand out. It seemed like only the bravest men in the joint would come talk to her. She loved it. It wasn't long before a handsome business man came over. He sat besides Alma and asked if he could buy her a drink. Alma gave him half a smile, it was sultry, then crossed her legs so she faced him. She then let her long washed out blonde hair down. "I'd love a drink." The business man couldn't help but smile wide. Alma was quick to notice something rising between his legs. She winked at him. But just as quickly as she realized the mans arousal, she realized something was wrong with one of her sisters. It was kind of a second sense that all witches had to look out for any of their own kind nearby. Her eyes started to shift to a purpleish hue and she quickly rose from her seat, then dashed out of the place before the man could even turn back to give her the drink.
Once on the street she looked around trying to sense where the distress was coming from. It was then that she heard a gunshot. Everyone in the entire bar was startled. Alma couldn't help but get the sense that the one witch she sensed nearby had been shot. She quickly pulled up her skirt and started to run in the direction of the sound.
She reached the alley way out of breath, but still as alert as possible. It was dark and she could hardly see a thing. She held her hand out and whispered "Light." As soon as she did a little orb of white light radiated above her palm. It was enough to lighten up a few feet ahead of herself, but it was still dim. She didn't want to give herself away to anyone nearby. After taking a few more steps she came to a man laying unconscious on the ground. Whoever had attacked this man had already left, and she was relieved to see that it wasn't a witch that had been harmed. Not too far from this unconscious man did she spot the man that he had shot. She didn't know what had happened here, but something was off about the guy that was still breathing. He gave her an uneasy feeling, but she still wanted to ask him about what had taken place in the alley. She knelt down and attempted to cast a healing spell on him, but nothing seemed to change about him. It was almost as if he was rejecting her power. "How...?" She whispered to herself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:29 pm
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Alex didn't know how long he'd been out, but when his eyes open to slits, he saw a figure standing above him and starring at him with a curious fascination. He tried to move to pin the girl on her back, but his arms didn't even flinch. Wincing inwardly, he slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his head, there was sure to be a nice big lump where he'd been hit. Once his blurred vision cleared, Alex turned back to the strange figure and noticed it was a woman, an attractive one too. The girl's white blonde hair was making it hard for his headache to subside, but her ivory skin was soft and markless, almost like a canvas waiting to be painted. He blinked and pulled up his knees, and rested his forearms against it as he looked up at the woman. "How what?" he asked her as he picked up his gun and slipped it under the waist band of his pants. He remembered the girl asking how, he didn't know why exactly she'd asked that, considering he'd been knocked out and was flat on his a** with a decent amount of blood pooled around his head. Alex reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of cloth, he bundled it up onto a small ball and pressed it to his head with a winced, this time, a reasonably loud one. Lowering his head to spit the crimson from his broken lip onto the cement floor of the alleyway, he slowly lifted his head, with some effort, to looked back at the stunning female.
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