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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 1:03:03 GMT -5
Rayne kicked hard at Chronic's feet, trying to knock her down and maybe have that knife fall into the bitch's face. "I won't let you" she hissed, pupils thin slits in glowing eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:06:28 GMT -5
She stumbled with a tinge in her ankle. "What? Are you going to stop me?" she cackled. "Really? You?" She threw the knife down at the woman's leg.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:18:26 GMT -5
Oh, she was fun to play with. "Whatever shall I do?" Chronic sighed sadly. She pouted at the woman before grinning again. "I guess I'll have to settle for you." The tar left from the blade started to burn within the woman's leg.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 1:18:43 GMT -5
The knife may not have dropped on the others face but it left her hands and that's all Rayne needed. Working not to scream as it embedded itself in her thigh she sucked in a breath and pulled it out sharply, tossing the thing hard and over her head far behind them both. There. Another wound but one less thing to worry about. "Even if I can't the othersss won't let you." Lance and Liam didn't like letting their toys go, Aiden was too soft and that treachous little weasle...well, she hoped he had enough compassion left to spare the twin idiots.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 1:21:17 GMT -5
Oh, she was fun to play with. "Whatever shall I do?" Chronic sighed sadly. She pouted at the woman before grinning again. "I guess I'll have to settle for you." The tar left from the blade started to burn within the woman's leg. Her eyes widened and her hand grabbed at her thigh, nails digging into the now blackened wound as she gave a strained whined. Swallowing back the bile in her throat, she tried to push herself up and get back on her feet, get back up and kick the other down where she belonged.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:25:07 GMT -5
The tar continued to burn, cutting through the flesh of her skin and to the bone. Chronic watched closely, knowing exactly what will happen. The tar will burn all the way through, amputating her leg.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 1:33:49 GMT -5
She could take a hit. What she couldn't take was the agonizing burn in her leg, the feel of things coming apart and scalding her muscles and bone. Screaming she slumped back against the floor, writhing and tying to make it stop, trying to away from the pain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:40:39 GMT -5
As the leg fell away, Chronic walked over and kicked the appendage across the room. "I am sorry about all of this," she sighed. She straddled the woman's body and knelt down. "I have a tendency to get carried away when using solely this body. It's very hard to stop it once it starts and I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy it just a bit."
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 1:49:49 GMT -5
Her hand shot out to grip Chronic's neck, grip not tight enough to choke but still squeezing nonetheless. She couldn't focus, not with so much pain in her body and the shock it was going through. Gasping quietly she coughed up blood and venom that dripped down from the corner of her mouth, a heated glare being given from pain glazed eyes. "If you don't mean it don't sssssssay it."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:55:48 GMT -5
"Oh, I do mean it. I never planned to do anything to you." She allowed the hand to stay on her. "I feel no real guilt, you'll be dead soon, but this should have went a lot differently." She focused on the girl's mouth, taking in the fangs there. Should she take them? Maybe make them into a pain of matching necklaces.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 29, 2015 2:00:55 GMT -5
Her grip was faltering, her vision was blackening and her blood was still pouring out and pooling beneath them. "No...one killsss....without..." she couldn't finish her train of thought, it was too much. Too much to focus on the agony she was in or how hard it was to breathe. "You......bitch...."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 2:10:36 GMT -5
Smiling sadly, Chronic stood up and stretched. A familiar form appeared in her hands and she lowered the curved blade near the woman's neck. "To kill the snake..." She lifted the scythe and swung through, beheading the puppeteer. Calm filled her, making it easy to head back to the room holding the captives. She picked up her mask along the way, slipping it on. Stopping beside the door, she leaned against the wall and reached over, opening the door. "Tapi's waiting for you."
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