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"If he screams I will personally treat that wound." Sally said sourly. She didn't get annoyed that easily, but screaming kids were her weak point. This obviously was a young immortal, thus trouble. She remembered when she met Matt the first time. Damn, that was a mess.

"Your thinking about it...About the time where I was the worst person in the world and you couldn;t stand me.. Care to inliten me on how yyou saw things?"

((Uhm what did happend? >.>))

"Sorry..." Next time I'm not asking! I know she doesn't like me but the fact that she used to hate me...I wonder if she still does....I know- gah what the hell... He tried to smile but didn't want to he move over to the cornor and closed his eyes.

with a smile he said, "Those where good times. Can't begine to tell you how many times i was drowned, but that was nothing compared to the ancient tribes. now that was a ball, couldn't put a foot outside without getting a spear through me, and all becuase of i started a major war. any ways hold him while i spray."

A twang of hurt hit her chest. She looked down, biting her tongue. Something inside her screamed at Matt for ruining her life then, but part of her forgave him for it, but she wasn't sure which side to go with. She looked at the boy, wondering if he'd hurt the immortals the same way.

((Three pages of RP to read... you guys type too much, too fast, for me at least, and I'm the one who made this RP xd ))

Lynn, while she was unconscious, she could still hear little tidbits of conversation from around her. She was always good at listening, it was something that she held pride in. Anyways, while Conall and Loni had a heated argument, which Lynn heard parts of, Lynn was off in her memories, remembering part of her lost past.

"...but you know what she did, don't you? You saw it," said a male voice from beyond a cracked door.
"I'm not going to say anything against Jonie," came another voice, this one sounding female, "especially if it will get her hurt! She's just a little girl," the voice started sounding stressed, as if the person was crying, "I won't hurt my little girl! I won't, I won-" The voice was cut short by a screaming.
Lynn cracked the door further, only to find that there was a body, a corpse, to be more precise. It was a woman body, dressed in an old style dress that made it hard to breath for the wearer. Her head was bleeding and it was visible that her skull was cracked, therefore she was dead.
"Ah, Jonie, there you are! Why are you crying girl? There is no reason for you to cry, she wasn't your real mother, you knew that, didn't you? Now, girlie, tell me that you understand not to tell of this," said a man who looked like someone from a rural area, with a long beard and tattered clothing, he was holding a bloodied club.
"Y-yes, Uncle Fernard," Jonie said, Lynn's old name before she moved to her current residence in Hardern Village, or Town, or what ever it was. Anyways, "I understand that I am not to tell anyone about this incident or that I was involved in anything against the laws of the country." Lynn had been involved in many things against mortal laws ever since she had been forced to live with the mortals.
"Good girl, good girl," said the now named Uncle Fernard, "lets go downstairs and tell someone to clean up this mess, then" Then Lynn did as she was told, and went to the stairs and stopped as Fernard headed down before her. Lynn took a look at her grim covered hands, and looked in a mirror that was placed on the floor by the stairs, seeing that her face was almost twice as dirty. She looked down the stairs toward the back of the Immortal who had killed her mortal foster mother. She formulated a plan in her head to find a way to kill the murderer, and she had tried several of them, while each time she was punished in ways that would kill any mortal. It took a few times before she realized that she too, was Immortal, as the man she was trying to kill was. She then thought that if only she was mortal, she would already be in the afterlife with her thirteen foster mothers, who were all killed by Fernard...

((Since Mega Kibble named the orphanage Hardern Orphanage, I just assumed that the name of the town/village thing was Harden... so yea, if it was the name of the person who made the orphanage, you could tell me in your next post... yea... Omg I typed that much? eek Not like I meant to... now you guys gotta read all that... ))

((Hardern orphanage is based on the name of a real orphanage near me, so translate it as you wish biggrin Yeesh, you people do write fast! I guess we'll assume my character was screaming alot then, since i never posted him stopping.))

...What?

Eventually Kyfen's throat gave out, dehydration setting in and swallowing the screams that expelled forth from his mouth, leaving him groaning dryly. Everything was fuzzy- blurred behind a screen of pain. Every movement was agony, but he had felt strong hands lift him up, off the blood-drenched window and into a warm place.
He lost conciousness after being set down in that room, the jarring action lodging a shard or razor-sharp glass into his stomach a little furthur. Despite the grisly wounds, and the hole that went straight through his entire self, no blood oozed from his injuries, and no bruises reared their ugly black-and-blue head where he'd been hurt.

Past the pain, Kyfen dreamed. He saw Himself, stranded in a white space with a pure white horizen. He could feel a slight shiver of wind in his short hair, and a smooth surface beneath his toes.
"Where am I?" He pondered out loud. There was no-one else here, so why not? It's not as if anyone was listening.
He wandered the space, hugging his arms around himself to ward off the chill in the air. Where had he come from? How did he get here?
As a self-defence mechanism, his mind was reluctant to give him the exact details of his death-experiance. Instead, he remembered falling, then blackness.
"Am I dead?
Is this heaven?"
No voice answered his pleas. Instead, as if in response to his voice, pale lights began reflecting off the white, across his face. It was beautiful to behold, but Kyfen wasn't quite old enough to fully apprecieate it.
"Is anyone there!? Help!? Heeelp!?"
The lights became more intense as Kyfen's voice grew louder, playing with his head slightly. He thought he saw all manner of things- the girl from the festival preparations, his old friends at the orphanage, the mother and father that never really existed...
"TELL ME!" He screeched, and before him, the most shocking image of all was revealed.
Himself, spiked on the broken glass.
He looked down. Blood was spilling out his top, across his body like it should've done, but didn't. His skin turned pale like snow, contrasting deeply with his stained red top.
"I'm dead... I'm dead...I'm dead..."
Kyfen collapsed to the floor in his nightmare, alone.

examine the boy, he whatches. then takeing his hand he puts in his stomach wound very carefully removind some stray shards of glass.