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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:29 pm
"Then guess said through clenched teeth as he moved the gun to grind just below the collar bone, angled vaguely upward as to be painful rather than lethal. "Or we can keep doing this till I run out of nails, I want a NAME castor... I want to know who did this to her!" There was a furious tremble in his voice, something akin to the agony in Castor's but perhaps stranger, twisted up around whatever made them what they were.
"GIve me a name and maybe you get to live to lay flowers on her -grave- where you can pray for her forgiveness."
He squeezed the trigger again, the sound of the air gun loud in his ears, the weight of it surprising even with his increased physical strength
If not castor...than who. He had to know...
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:01 pm
Castor groaned, trying to make sense of it all, trying to sort his thought. He was trying to sort his emotions. Trying, and failing. "I don't know!" A scream torn out. At least a dozen senshi hated Lina. Anyone of them could have gotten lucky. But he didn't think. Castor couldn't pin point the most likely culprit, Taranis. His comrade from the past. The most obvious choice. All Castor could think was that he'd lost his chance. He'd lost his last chance to say good bye.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:09 pm
"You...are so... disappointing." he said lifting the gun slightly and staring down at castor like a teacher who'd caught a student shooting spit balls. "So...very disappointing. But you can make it right..." he patted Castor on the cheek with narrowed eyes. "You can do me a little favor..." he aimed the gun one more time, plastic against Castor's temple, hot metal brushed his ear, burning and blistering. "...You can tell God... I said hello."
The gun fired... a hiss of compressed air, metal bit deep... into the flooring.
Zink stood, staring down at what he was leaving behind, the final nail driven precisely into the floor beside Castor's ear, it hadn't even pierced the skin.
"Actually." He told the fallen senshi... "you can stay here in hell...."
The air gun hit the floor with a dull thud as Zinkenite vanished in a cold rush of air leaving behind only pain, and guilt in his wake.
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