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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 4:00 pm
Incinerator broke into a dead run, aiming for the door. The force of impact curved his spine as he hung suspended in the air, a breath before being thrown. A slow smile curved his lips as though he had all the time in the world to soar the length of the room. From his throat a cry was drawn, rising in volume to a bloodcurdling scream.
He collided with the back wall headfirst at breakneck speed and collapsed to the floor. His limbs lay askew.
A rag doll. A broken toy. A dismantled mannequin.
He raised his head in a quick jerk, the appearance of a corpse rising from the dead, unnerving, unsettling.
Should anyone have been able to see him.
"Doors secure," Incinerator murmured with a satisfied smirk, arranging himself into a more comfortable position on the generously cushioned floor.
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