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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:35:09 GMT
Angel cringed slightly. "P-please d-don't," she begged.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:37:24 GMT
I smear the blood from my thumb across her cheek, spinning her round so I was behind her again, sliding the blade not deep enough to cause serious harm but enough to hurt, in the small of her back, dragging it upwards to her shoulder blades, just below where I could make it fatal.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:38:52 GMT
Angel groaned quietly and shuddered. "S-stop," she pleaded, tears falling down her face.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:40:21 GMT
"N-n-no." I mock, digging the blade in a little deeper.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:41:15 GMT
Angel groaned again and felt her legs weaken. "P-please." Her eyes shot open. "The baby!"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:43:02 GMT
I smirk, "Baby? Baby, Angel? What baby?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:43:56 GMT
"M-my baby," Angel said quietly, letting more tears fall.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:44:36 GMT
I wrench the knife from her back painfully, pushing her forwards to the floor, drawing my wand, "Oh deary me."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:45:04 GMT
Angel groaned loudly and fell to the floor painfully. "Wh-what?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:46:35 GMT
I stand over her, knife in one hand, drawing my wand in the other, "Two victims to play with...not just one." I smirk.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:47:14 GMT
"Don't touch my baby," Angel growled, tears still falling.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:54:22 GMT
"I won't. It's still inside you, darlin'. Can't touch something's that's still inside." I smirk, tracing a firey pattern in the air above her with my wand.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:55:25 GMT
"Wh-what are y-you doing?" Angel asked fearfully.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:57:45 GMT
"Nothing yet." I smirk, still tracing a random pattern in the air above her with flames, "I'm thinking of things to do to you."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 15:58:17 GMT
"What would they be?" Angel asked quietly, shaking again. Her back was beginning to ache.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 15:59:25 GMT
"Let me think of the first." I smirk, Crucio.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:00:26 GMT
Angel groaned and closed her eyes, the pain in her back getting worse. "W-will this h-hurt the baby?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:03:56 GMT
"I don't know." I shrug, "We can hope." Crucio. Incendio. Sectumsempra.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:06:13 GMT
Angel groaned in pain again. She could see herself bleeding but was in too much pain to feel it. She was sure that the baby was dead by now. "S-st-stop," she begged quietly. "I'll d-do an-anyth-anything."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:08:17 GMT
"Too late sweetheart. You don't have anything that I want." Crucio. Sectumsempra. Incendio.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:09:30 GMT
"W-well th-then what d-d-do you w-want?" Angel asked, almost passing out from the pain. She closed her eyes tightly. The whole of her front was covered with blood.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:12:35 GMT
"I want-...I want my life back. But I can't have it. And you stood in the way of my revenge." I snarl.
Then cast my favourite spell, Lacarnum Inflamarae, watching the ball of fire shoot downwards at her.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:14:05 GMT
Angel's eyes widened and she tried to get out of the way but found that she couldn't move. The fireball hit her, full force.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:18:53 GMT
I smirk.
I could feel the heat from just standing over her, I couldn't even imagine how much pain she was in.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:19:53 GMT
Angel groaned loudly and closed her eyes tightly. She opened them again slowly. "Why?" She mouthed with tears in her eyes.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:22:28 GMT
"Because I can." I smirk.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:23:55 GMT
Angel sighed and stopped focusing on him. She started focusing on staying awake so he didn't try anything else. It was hard because of the amoun of pain she was in. Angel tried to move but still found it impossible so just laid there, in the heat, in a lot of pain, with a dead baby inside her.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:28:17 GMT
"Hmm...funny. No, hilarious." I laugh, then sit down cross-legged next to her, picking blades of grass and throwing them onto her burns and cuts to make them sting more.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 15, 2007 16:29:33 GMT
Angel cringed everytime she felt the grass touch her. She glared at him but found opening her eyes too painful and closed them again after a few seconds. Angel felt sure she was going to die and yet she still hoped she didn't.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 16:31:54 GMT
I start to whistle Jingle Bells to myself, still throwing grass onto her wounds.
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