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Post by Death on Mar 19, 2007 22:13:17 GMT -5
*Death fumed in the shadows, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t answer for some time.*
“I am sure that some day, you will understand exactly how it feels.”
*His voice was cold and the bathroom mirror suddenly cracked. The lights flickered and there was a bitter wind in the small space.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 22:14:07 GMT -5
*Thatcher grinned.* "Enough of your theatrics. They do you no good."
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Post by Death on Mar 19, 2007 22:17:26 GMT -5
*Death sighed heavily from the blackness.*
“Bring me my son…”
*He stepped out of the darkness, the shadow shrinking back, but not releasing him completely. The fire had diminished, dwelling only in his sockets.*
“…and you will have what you have asked for.”
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 22:20:56 GMT -5
"Your vow binds you--I know you will not be able to break it." *Thatcher left the room and dressed in clean clothes, wiping the blood from his skin before going down to the room where Ashur was kept. He filled a syringe with a drug to counteract the one in his system, and injected it into his veins. He waited a few minutes before unbinding the boy and helping him stand.* "Get dressed." *He threw his bundle of clothes--clean and dry--at him.* "Your father awaits you upstairs." *Thatcher left Ashur to put himself together.*
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Post by Ashur on Mar 19, 2007 22:36:53 GMT -5
*Ashur slipped back into consciousness as the needle pricked his arm. He heard instructions, but was only vaguely away of what was going on in the room at the moment. Then he found himself unbound and struggled to stand against someone. Groggily he pulled away, eager at the moment not to be touched. Whoever it was left and Ashur’s senses returned slowly. He managed to work his trousers on, but did not do so well with the shirt, leaving it on the floor when he stumbled, falling briefly to the ground. Angry at his own weakness, he forced himself back up again, leaning against the walls for support as he made his was out of the room and up the stairs.*
*The smell was unmistakable, even with his dulled senses. He found his way into the bathroom and was able to see well enough to recongnize the man that had drugged him. And Father. He looked sad. He felt sad. Ashur ached at his Father’s misery. He staggered towards Death, falling against Thatcher. He gripped his shoulder hard enough to turn his knuckles white and hissed in his ear.*
“I will never forgive what you have done. What you made me do. I will kill you.”
*Starting again, he fell towards Death and was caught and devoured by the inky blackness.*
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Post by Death on Mar 19, 2007 22:37:43 GMT -5
*Death met Thatcher’s gaze coldly. His bony hand outstretched to him.*
“I honor our agreement.”
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 19, 2007 22:41:24 GMT -5
*Thatcher took Death's hand and shook hit almost cordially, a tingling spreading throughout every fibre of his being. A slow smile crossed his face before he let go of Death, knowing he'd never feel his touch again.* "It's been a pleasure. You know the way out." *He turned and left the room.*
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Post by Death on Mar 19, 2007 22:46:07 GMT -5
*Death sank back into the shadows and the blackness receded, leaving only the damaged bathroom and a few spiders.*
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Post by Satan on Mar 22, 2007 17:31:11 GMT -5
*Watching from her Earthwide Security Cameras*
"Very impressive, Thatcher Caine", *Satan hissed to herself. "You've managed to cheat that sentimental old fool. But no one cheats me."
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Post by Emily on Aug 17, 2007 12:30:39 GMT -5
((I love this scene. ^__^ We should make a movie.))
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Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 17, 2007 12:55:25 GMT -5
((I dig this scene bunches. That would kick so much ass. Now I must just find a way...))
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Post by Irene on Aug 28, 2007 10:11:18 GMT -5
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Post by Spike on Aug 28, 2007 10:23:10 GMT -5
((Pure win. Thank you so much. ))
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Post by Enjolras on Aug 28, 2007 16:35:09 GMT -5
((dude how did you MAKE that?))
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