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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 18:16:02 GMT
"Why would he have anything to do with....oh god Ian you didn't."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 18:18:26 GMT
I don't say anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 18:22:33 GMT
"Ian, tell me you didn't, please tell you didn't go after him."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 18:23:43 GMT
"I didn't go after him." I say in a mono-tone, which wasn't strictly a lie.
I ran into him while planning on going after him later on.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 19:24:32 GMT
I stand up heading into the bathroom. I wasn't going to agrue with him, not now. I push my bangs off my forehead trying to get a good look at the cut on my forehead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 19:27:02 GMT
I sink back into the chair, trying desperately not to think of what I'd done, or almost done, or Heightington, or anything.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 19:53:48 GMT
I wash the blood away healing the cut when the pain starts up in my back again.
I gasp in pain, gripping onto the sink tightly.
This is Heightington's fault. I think bitterly."Goddam him." I mutter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 19:59:10 GMT
"I never even asked you why you're doing this." Watkins' voice drifts into my head from nowhere, pained, breathing laboured, by far more unnerving than when he'd been yelling insults at me, almost quiet and resigned.
This was his fault.
Heightington's fault.
Him and his 'I can make you stronger' argument, convincing me to follow orders again, trying to make me kill Maddie, killing Erin, killing Gid...it was all his fault.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 20:52:15 GMT
The pain increases. I cry out falling to the ground knocking somethings over.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 20:55:31 GMT
I jump, standing up and drawing my wand, heading quickly through to the bathroom, not ruling out the possibility that someone else was here, then realising she was just hurting and stowing my wand again, kneeling down beside her, and helping her up into a sitting position, "Where does it hurt?" I say concernedly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:00:12 GMT
I bite down on my lip willing myself not to cry out again.
The pain was unbearable, it had never been this bad before.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:02:17 GMT
"Maddie...come on," I mutter, "Where does it hurt?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:06:52 GMT
"My back." I manage to say."It feels like it's on fire." I bite down on my lip again, tears welling up in my eyes.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:09:27 GMT
I pick her up gingerly, trying not to hurt any more, carrying her back through to the other room and helping her to the couch again, "What do I do?" I ask her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:11:33 GMT
"Ice." I mutter laying down on my stomach.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:13:54 GMT
I walk quickly through to the kitchen, not wanting to use my wand in case I fucked up, grabbing ice from the freezer and heading back to Maddie.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:15:44 GMT
I take the ice from him, lifting the back of my shirt slightly putting it gently on my back. There's a warm trickle of something. I look at my hand and it's covered in blood."Fuck." I mutter getting up but falling back down."Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mutter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:16:36 GMT
I blink in surprise, "Where the fuck is that blood coming from?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:20:30 GMT
"Don't know." I mutter pulling my shirt off craning my neck so I could see my back. "Fuck," I mutter catching sight of where the blood is coming from. A wound at the bottom of my back."Fuck." I repeat accio-ing some bandages.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:21:53 GMT
"You need me to do anything?" I ask.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:25:30 GMT
I shake my head,"It's fine." I wince slightly wrapping the bandages around me.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:28:15 GMT
I watch her concernedly, frowning slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:32:22 GMT
I finish wrapping the bandages around myself.
"I'll fucking kill him." I mutter to myself, "Your dead Jerami."
I pull my shirt back on, wincing as I do so.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:33:26 GMT
"You're not going to fucking kill anyone." I say quietly, "Least of all him."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 10, 2007 21:37:07 GMT
I try to stand, but to no avial."God damn it all! I hate this!" I say bitterly,"I hate him, I'll fucking murder him, I'll make sure he's dead this time."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 21:39:21 GMT
"He's got to be stopped but do you really think you stand a chance? He killed Erin! He killed Gideon! He nearly killed the both of us! Do you really think you stand a chance just because you want him dead?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 11, 2007 1:49:37 GMT
I stop, taking in what he said."What-?...No. He killed...Erin...." I gasp slightly."Gideon." I feel the tears well up in my eyes."No. No, no, no no!" I say shaking my head. "He's not...there's no way..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 11, 2007 10:03:14 GMT
"There is every way because it's true. That's what fucking happened." I say, voice rising angrily, "He took Erin into the forest, he sent me her blood, then he fucked her, knocked her out and left her bleeding to fend for herself. Why do you think she fucking killed herself? And yeah, he fucking had to finish Gid too. Him and some bitch he's been training killed him and he never-...he never did anything to anyone and it's not fair but he's fucking dead and they fucking totured him before they did it. And now he wants us dead and do you think we stand a fucking chance even if we don't go after him? He's going to find us and he's going to fucking kill us!"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 0:17:09 GMT
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I yell covering my ears and curling up in a ball. Tears were rolling down my face and I felt sick."Oh god. Gid..." I shake my head but his face kept popping into my head. "No, not Gid, he said...this is my fault. This is my fucking fault!"
You kill Ian or I kill Gideon.
"Oh god." I hug my knees to my chest sobbing. "Not Gideon, not him."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 13:07:52 GMT
"Yeah, Gideon." I say, this time quietly.
Who needs blood to be brothers, eh, mate? WE HAVE A BOND!
Gid, man, shut up. People are looking...
I don't care. Oi, muggles and the general public! I LOVE THIS GUY!
Okay, you've had too much to drink...come on...
"It wasn't your fault." I say after a minute, "It wasn't."
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