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 Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 11:19 pm
Luckily for him, Fluorite had thrown it after he'd passed, rather than hitting the front of his knee dead on and splintering the cap into tiny hateful little shards. Unfortunately for him, it still hurt like hell, and caused his leg to buckle, sending him into a painful stumble which ended with him hitting both his knees hard on the concrete, rather than a graceful, movie-style roll.
His hands scraped across the ground, scratching them and imbedding tiny rocks in the flesh of his palms, and Jabber sobbed, choking down his fear.
He could see the streetlamps, only feet away. A glance back to her, the whites of his eyes huge, adrenaline pumping, and he was pushing to his feet, again, limping hard.
Worst night of his life, but, it looked like he might escape, intact...
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 8:02 am
Perhaps someone needed more study of the human anatomy ? Or perhaps it was the rage that had clouded her common sense. Either way, Fluorite had just done a stupid.
She had no other choice, really. He was going to get away, unless...
And so she teleported - took form right in front of him at the end of the alley, then punched him in the stomach again. Then she caught his arm and threw him at the wall, as hard as she possibly could.
"This is your last chance." Her knife was aimed right at his throat. "SCREAM."
That was an order.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 12:24 pm
How the ********.... There was no time to process her teleportation, as her fist was in his gut, and...
It seemed that Jabberwock had found his backbone, or perhaps had stopped thinking things would go his way if he played along. The wall came at him far too quickly, crushing his nose before he had time to push away from it. Then, metal. Her demanding ********. You." The words were slowly, spitefully enunciated, barely more of a whisper. The teen spat the blood dripping down his face, in her direction, and closed his eyes, head throbbing.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:27 pm
"Sorry, you're not my type."
Fluorite was apparently sick of this. There were auras, but none came, in spite of the commotion. They just didn't care.
She might have found it sad, but she only felt rage at the moment.
Her remaining knife went in, straight through his shoulder, and she ignored the sickening sounds of the bones breaking as the knife went straight through and pinned him to the wall.
And then, her hand reached back - at first it looked like she was gonna punch him... But her hand shot forward... To his chest...
Through her chest. It grapped his starseed - it was so different from the starseed of a normal person...It nearby vibrated in her hand.
And now, she wanted it more than ever.
"Goodbye."
Then she yanked.
((You can do one more post if you want, or I can go ahead with my last if you don't wanna write out the death itself, up to you <3 Thank you so much hon !))
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:31 pm
It the sickening, the sound of his own flesh and bone tearing, breaking, parting around the force of the blade that held him to the wall. It hurt too much to cry, and he gasped for breath, gulping it in, though it felt as if his lungs remained empty. It almost hurt to much to feel, and then, her free hand disappeared, inside of his chest.
"No, you ca-" The words were cut off as every muscle in his body tensed, sending him on tip-toe, eyes wide. He couldn't move, breathe, think, feel, wound tight as her hand held the very essence of his being in a tight, merciless grasp.
Why hadn't they come to help him?
She yanked, and he immediately went limp, only the knife holding up his corpse at a horrible crooked, wrong angle. Snuffed out like a candle, whose light had been blown out long before the wax had melted down.
He was dead.
[No problem! I hope it was what you were looking for. xD]
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:41 pm
Then the night fell silent.
She noticed, belatedly, that the silence was simply because he'd stopped breathing. He started to his body, then to the starseed, glimmering softly in her hand.
It was only then that she'd noticed what she'd just done, in the heat of her impulsiveness and her rage. She'd killed him.
She had just killed someone.
Everything came crashing down suddenly, but she swallowed the lump in her throat.
Her knife was taken out, and then she winced at the sound it made. It went in her sash, along with the starseed, not caring to wipe the blood first.
God, the body was still warm.
She...
Needed to hide the body.
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