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Post by Patrick on Nov 23, 2003 14:49:07 GMT -5
"It's him," Patrick thought. He ran to Janele who was now completely enshrouded with the white mist-like aura. He grabbed Janele's hand and tried to pul he from the mist. "Wake up," he commanded pointlessly.
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Post by Xanather on Nov 23, 2003 14:54:19 GMT -5
Xanather breacks through the flute's defence and Janele starts to bleed from her mouth and hands.
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 14:56:50 GMT -5
I black out. The white light starts to enbulf me.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 23, 2003 15:00:51 GMT -5
Patrick sees Janele start to bleed from her mouth. "God Janele," Patrick said, tearing a piece of his shirt and wiping the blood from her lips. "Wake up," he pleaded.
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Post by Xanather on Nov 23, 2003 15:05:49 GMT -5
Xanather continues playing all the while sucking out the spirit energy of Janele. But at one point the music stops and Xanather's skin starts to rip and convulse, his cloak begins to have trouble keeping his body inside it. Xanather begins to revert to his true form. He teleports himself away to his home plane thinking," How can one girl have that much soul, no wonder Lamort was defeted."
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 15:15:19 GMT -5
I fall to the ground and wake up."He...he..took some of my soul." I tell him weakly. "Who was it?" I ask.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 23, 2003 15:20:13 GMT -5
"I don't know," Patrick said, picking her up and putting her on the couch. This was an all too familiar situation. If Patrick ever caught this person who was torturing her, he rip thim to pieces.
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 15:26:18 GMT -5
"Oh." I say. My ears start to dissapear and I am in my true form my demon form.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 23, 2003 15:27:40 GMT -5
"You alright?" Patrick asked concerned. Each time this had happened to Janele, she was drained for hours.
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Post by Xanather on Nov 23, 2003 15:30:03 GMT -5
Deep within the bowls of a chaotic plane unknown to the majority, a huge mass of rotting flesh is held up by meat hooks. It moves a armlike appendege causing the hooks to move it forward through a palace of blood and disease. It speaks to itself," Those two children killed lamort, how is that possible. One of my elite was killed by the likes of them. THEY WILL SUFFER!" His mighty bellows roar through the plane. Janele's flute plays a sad song. The digusting blob of skin and muscle is put into a mold by the hooks where he is pressed into a form....
This scene is seen by janele.
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 15:45:59 GMT -5
"Yes. I am now used to it." I tell him.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 23, 2003 15:47:06 GMT -5
"Janele, do you have any idea where this guy is hiding?" Patrick asked.
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 16:12:22 GMT -5
"No. I don't." I tell him.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 23, 2003 16:12:44 GMT -5
I walked into Janele and Patrick's room. "Morning," I said. I observed Janele. "You still look tired. What happened?"
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Post by Janele on Nov 23, 2003 16:23:28 GMT -5
I look over at Kisa. "Uh...n.na..na...nothing." I say.
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