The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Thread Topic: The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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(Nice. ^^)
"If you want to, I won't ask that of you, though." Damian said, before putting the chloroform and rag back in the backpack, and pulling out a lighter. -
(Yeah. I may have to evacuate soon; moms coming home. XP )
She nodded and started tying the couple up, looking very confused at the lighter. "What's that for?" -
(Oh, okay. xP)
Damian flicked the flint on the lighter, igniting the small yellow flame. "Mostly to calm my nerves, keep me at least partially sane." He sighed when he stared at the fire. "It's amazing how something so beautiful, so tranquil, can hurt people." He zoned out a little, staring at the flame. -
(Mm -.- )
She finished tying them up and stared at the flame as well. She couldn't imagine what that would feel like pressed against bare flesh, and prayed she never had to experience it. She made a face. -
(She there?)
After a moment more, Damian shut the lighter off, and sat on the table. "Now, we wait." Damian began to hum a little tune to himself. -
(Yeah, sorry. She came and I had to leave for a bit. Obviously xP )
Kris took Gerald and Maggie's played back to the kitchen. "Wait for what?" -
*plates
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(Oh. It's cool. xP)
"For them to wake up." Damian said, pulling out a little black cellphone and dialing a number. "J, phase one has begun, and now we're on to phase two. Bring the gas by in about half an hour, then wait until we leave." He shut the phone, then put it in his pocket, watching Gerald's and Maggie's bodies intently. -
(Okay. So what's up? )
Kris suddenly became shy again, and she sat on the table while waiting for the two to wake up. She thought for a second and asked something she'd been wanting to ask for a while. "What's going to happen to us, once they're...gone? Like, will the police let us go? Go back to another foster home?" -
(The usual, you?)
"One of two things could happen. I give you the camera, and you get away and be moved into another foster home, or you join me after me and J torch the house." Damian checked the time, seeing that it was 7:58 p.m. "The camera has video and images of all my kills. You could use me as a scapegoat and get off free. You'd be transported to another foster home, I'm sure of it." -
(Said in your thread XD )
She thought about it for a few minutes before shaking her head. "I'd rather die than be moved to another home. If you don't mind, I'm coming with you."
The two in the chairs started to move around -
(Oh, right. xD)
"You'd be more than welcome to join us." Damian's eyes darted to Maggie and Gerald, a big grin creeping onto his face. "Oh, you're both awake. Excellent.." He got off the table and walked over to them, knife in hand. "I get fifteen minutes with each of you, so make it fun." He pushed Gerald's head back and slid the flat end of his knife across his throat. -
(Haha :3 )
Kris watched before walking over and laying her hand on his arm. "I want him," she said, staring at the man who had caused her four years of abuse and pain. "I want him..." -
(I late posted that, my bad. :3)
Damian laughed and held out the knife. "He's all yours." He then turned to Maggie, and he felt that all too familiar rush of adrenaline. "I really hate woman beaters, ya know? That's why I tend not to do that. But you.. you aren't a woman. You're a monster, who abuses countless children." He gave Maggie a quick slap across the face, almost in ecstasy over the throbbing in his hand. -
(It's all good ^w^ )
Kris stared at the knife in her had, totally unsure of what to do with it. She'd never really hurt anyone before, and she wasn't sure what to do with this man. She had extreme hate, yes, but she didn't really understand what would make her feel better. She stared a the knife before glancing over at Damian.
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