The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Thread Topic: The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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(Hamburger Helper for me.)
Damian laughed a bit as well, then saw Gerald was starting to pass out, and stopped his motion of cutting. He then turned to Kris. "Now, would you kindly hand me the needle? I think he needs some energy.." Damian said, holding out his hand.
(The needle has adrenaline in it, just to let you know.) -
(Ooh)
Kris twirled it in her fingers and held it out to Damian like one would a knife. "Yes of course." She smiled and watched, taking a seat on the table.
Horror showed on his face as he eyed the needle and it's contents. -
(Oh and thank you for clearing that up )
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(Can't remember what flavor it was, though.)
Damian took the needle gingerly from Kris's hand, and found the spot on Gerald's neck where he wanted to inject. Carefully, so as not to mess up where it would go, he injected the adrenaline into Gerald's jugular, and waited for a few seconds before removing the point. "After he comes back to, I'll finish cutting off his c---, and then maybe I'll insert the blade into his heart, or maybe..." He trailed off, many ideas coming through his mind.
(You're welcome.) -
(what'd it taste like?)
She nodded the entire time he was talking, picturing it in her mind and getting a small high from the idea. "What do we do with her?" She asked, jerking her head at Maggie. -
(Hmm.. some kind of beef.)
Damian looked over at Maggie with a smirk on his face. "Hmm... how's this sound?: We'll make her eat fatass's newly detached d, cut off her nipples and make her eat those, cut off her fingers, and maybe give her the same ending as her husband. Knife to the heart." Damian was now salivating at the idea, and felt that something was missing, something he had to do as well. -
(I realize now that what I said was fodder. xD)
"I like the way you think." Damian replied, nodding at her suggestion. "What will you try?" His interest piqued, and his curiosity was slightly overpowering. Damian turned to Gerald and poked his knee, hard. "Welcome back, ol' buddy o' mine! I was worried you'd.. ugh.." He couldn't help but notice that Gerald had gotten excited, and sighed. "I'm the one that's supposed to consider this euphoria, not you." -
(Haha, yes XD )
Kris leaned over and frowned. "Well, that's an issue now, isn't it?" She felt her voice changed and was kind of worried. She shrunk back into herself again.
Gerald couldn't help it; there was too much adrenaline. He shook more and looked at his wife, horrified. She returned the look. -
(xD)
Damian nodded, but his gaze hadn't left from Gerald's face. The all too familiar voice in his consciousness finally got the best of him, and pushed him.
Kill him..
Without warning, he tackled Gerald and pushed his chair into the ground, holding the knife to his throat. "I said stop getting off on this!" Narrowing his eyes, he pushed the blade threateningly into Gerald's throat. -
(Oh well, was it good?)
Kris jolted forward in shock, falling off the table. She scraped her knee on the floor, but didn't feel it. "Woah woah woah..." She said quietly. What just happened here..?
Gerald panted in pure terror as the cold blade contacted his skin. He immediately went limp there, breathing heavily. "O-okay..." He muttered.
Maggie screamed. -
(Yes, it was.)
Damian glared at Maggie, pure malice reflected off his eyes. "Shut the f--- up b----, or I'll behead you right now!" He got to his feet and kicked Gerald in the ribs, right before he leaned down and had the blade over his meat stick again. Furiously, he continued with what he started earlier, until finally the whole thing was off. "I'll make you regret you were ever born, you sick f---." -
(Good ^^ )
Kris stayed where she was on the floor, watching the entire thing in half-delight and half-disgust. Her wide-eyed terror showed as she looked from Damian to Gerald. She bit her lip, glad that finally, no one would be hurt by the man again.
Gerald screamed in pure agony, and Maggie turned her face away, crying in horror. -
(Yeah. ^.^)
Getting to his feet once more, Damian wiped the gloves off on his pants and inspected his work. "Tsk. Look what you made me do, fatass. I didn't cut a perfect line." He lifted Gerald and chair back up, then pulled another over and sat on it. "The likes of you wouldn't understand my style." Grabbing Gerald by the throat, he moved the knife closer to his left eye. -
(Your thread is the most comfuzzling thing...)
Kris sat straight up and watched in amusement. She was starting to like this, now that the "worse" was over.
Gerald closed his left eyelid, as if to somehow protect his fate. He leaned as far back in his chair as he could go, trying to escape the point of the knife.
Maggie was still turned away and sobbing loudly. -
(I know, I'm starting to not be able to follow what's going on.)
Damian pulled out his phone and checked the time, reading it aloud. "8:17 p.m. I think I'm just going to end you right now, as we're getting hard pressed for time." Growling, he pushed the knife into Gerald's left eye, using all the force he could muster to keep pushing. "Bam! Right into your brain!" With a satisfying cracking noise, his knife finally reached into Gerald's brain, but there was a bit of length left, so he kept pushing it in.
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