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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 6:13 pm
Allen: Well, it's not by choice. I was sent by my commander, Antoine Pristen, to spy on her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 7:55 pm
The prince looked confused,
"Antoine Pristen? I am...not in knowing that name. Whom is your master?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:02 pm
Allen cocks his head to one side. He figured it had been enough time.
Allen: Antoine Pristen, maker of the substance now running through your veins. What did Anita call it... Neurotoxin, that's it!
He smiles, touching his own stomach. His hand reaches through the shadows, and into his own stomach, pulling out a small shadow pouch, containing the wine he had drank.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:04 pm
Edward, however well educated, just did not know what 'neuro' meant. He knew toxins however and was now bent over, despreatly trying to bring the wine back up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 6:14 pm
Allen: It's too late. The toxin's already in your bloodstream. In a few moments, your body will be overcome with unbearable pain. But you will not die. Eventually, the pain will drive you so mad that you'll kill yourself just to be rid of it. Sounds like fun, no?
He tilts his head and smiles innocently, as if explaining to the man he'd end up killing himself was nothing more grave than telling him he'd forgotten to lace his boots.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 9:43 pm
"You bas-"
Edward doubled over in pain, clutching at his stumach.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 6:14 pm
Allen smiles innocently, watching the spectacle.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:24 pm
Prince Edward crumpled forward onto the deck, and curled up in a tiny ball. Sweat was running down his face and blood dribbled down his chin from where he had bitten stright through his lips trying not to scream. The screams came now, pittious things they were indeed. Storm's lips urled up in a smile hearing them, as they were, with her sharp ears.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:28 pm
Allen chuckles, tossing a pistol down to the man.
Allen: Here. That'll take away your pain.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:34 pm
"N-n-no."
Edward was stuttering so badly that he bit through his tounge.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:37 pm
Allen: The pain will keep increasing, then. You'll completely and totally snap before long. I've seen people crush their own skulls against walls to escape this pain. They cut off their tongues are drowned in their own blood. I just figured I'd give you the easy, least painful way out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:44 pm
The aristocrat was shaking all over now, blood mingling with sweat as they ran in rivelts down his body. He bowed his back to the pain, trying to releave it only to hug the ground the next second to see if that would work. Edward's cries could be called full blown screams now, gurgling as they were.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:45 pm
Allen smiles darkly, enjoying the show.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 8:53 pm
The slaves on board glanced every now and then at the pitious figure that the grand Prince Edward now cut, thinking just oh very glade they were not him. Two detached themselves from the crowd angrily.
One punched Allen hard in the nose, glaring all the while. The other, Maida, crouched next to Edward and physcailly had to hold his head still long enough to kiss him. He struggled then went limp, eyes closed and whimpereing. She brushed back a strand of his black hair froma sweat slickened forhead alomost lovingly then turned an angrey eye as well to Allen. Her switch blade snicketed out.
"Why did you," "Do that to poor Edward?" "He did nothing to you!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 9:04 pm
Allen: Because I felt like it, that's why. Are you planning on killing me then, Maida?
He smirks as he says it.
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