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Abigail walked very gracefully to the back of the hospital. Her long eyelashes batted at everyone who walked by her. The security guard gave her a look and she matched it with a coy smile and small flick of her hair. He smiled lightly at her and she walked past him to the side of the building. Her act broke immediately once she turned the corner. She grabbed her arm and held it close to her. "Damn it." The pain surged though her in jolts. She moved her left arm and pulled up her skirt slightly so that a holster with many medical syringe in it was seen. She quickly pulled one out, it was filled with a black substance. Swiftly she turned her right arm over and plunged the needle into her vain. Slowly the poison seeped into her body turning the dark skin back to it's normal tan. She stopped breathing so heavy and pushed her hair out of her face. A smile painted across her face as she pulled her skirt up again and placed the syringe back in its holder. She slowly pulled her short skirt down and looked around. She stopped dead when she saw a man on the ground. "s**t.. this could look bad."

Abby's gun was in her hand and she was on the ground faster then a jack rabbet on speed. She pointed it at the man who had spoke to her and looked at him with a glare. Once he was finished talking she stood up and slowly placed her gun back in it's holder. "I beg you're pardon sir I didn't know." She looked at Evil as he lay on the ground. "Poor little thing." Her short skirt fluttered slightly as she walked over to him. Her tall books passed in front of one another as she walked. She knelt down next to Evil as he lay on the ground. "Poor thing..." Her soft hands placed upon Evil's cheek. "Do you want to get out of there?" She looked at him with a very sly sexy look.

"Ok," Pallas says. He then sees her walk over to Evil, "AAAAHHH! GET AWAY FROM HIM. HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF PURE EVIL!"

Evil looks up at Abby's face. A hot girl pitied him, maybe he should lose more often. Her hand felt good on his cheek, "Yes, I would."

The excitement of the scene caused Cynthia to go into one of her panic attacks. She fell to her knees and began breathing heavily. Her fearie wings poped out of her back as they always do when this kind of thing happened. Right now the world was dead to her, she couldnt see or hear anything but the sound of her own gasping. the words "Please dont hit me anymore." escaped her lips. She was mentally flashing back to the beatings she had in her old school. The fact that a girl was pointing a gun at her no longer registered, nor did the fact that there was a guy standing near her. Nothing mattered except her memories. How long this attack would last was unknown, maybe when the girl left she would come out of it. Its different everytime.

The girl had started to spaz but she didn't care. All that mattered was getting evil free. "Alright my dear, let me try. It's a seal right? This should do the trick." Her hand ran across his stomach in a seductive way. "Alright let's get this thing off." Slowly she pushed her right hand against his stomach. The evil in her arm should start to brake away at the seal then finally, It clicked free. "There...free at last my dear." She stood up and held her hand out to him for him to stand up. "Evil works in strange ways I must say but to have such an attractive man as you be pure evil is just torture." She looked him up and down with a smirk.

Snap out of it! The forces of goodness and stuff need your help!
Cynthia not used to hearing a voice in her head other then her mothers immediatly came out of her attack and became aware again. She wasnt sure what she could do in this situation. She was used to tense moments from her old school espically after her secret had gotten out but nothing like this had ever happened. Her secret seemed small compared to the secrets these people seemed to have. That comforted her a little. Cynthia tried to instill some level of confidence in herself and said. "What exactly is going on here. Im totally new to this school. Is this a normal thing or what?" She stood up and straightned her skirt and stockings which had gotten ruffled from her collapse.

"It is a pity, but you may still be of use to me," Evil says. "And I'm not a demon, I'm the figment of the imagination of a pathetic boy, made real."

I would guess so, we need to act quick. What abilities do you have? Pallas continues mentally. Don't talk, just think. This is a two-way line.

"I beggin your pardon sir. I did not realize what you truly were." She gave a slight bow then flicked her hair out of her face. "So what shal we do with these two? It seems that they will become a nuisance in a short while." Her eyes fell on Pallas "Why aren't you a cute one?" She stressed her rich southern ascent. She started to walk towards him letting her leather boots push together.