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May 8, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 8, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
Alexander jerked back, his reaction time delayed by simple surprise, but not before the edge of the knife grazed his skin. A thin line of crimson beaded across his neck and he brought a hand up. His fingers smeared the blood against his skin and he glared fire at Seth.
"How would you like to burn in hell?" he snarled and his hands lit on fire.
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May 9, 2008 1:09:39 GMT -5
Post by demitri on May 9, 2008 1:09:39 GMT -5
He stood to look at Alex An expression of nothing but pure and childish joy spread over his soft face "I would like nothing more," The polite laugh, as he ran his hands over the small knife. A silver wash glistened over the blade, a light clear liquid dripping from the tip, "The smallest shed of light, to flush out your darkness."
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May 18, 2008 22:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 18, 2008 22:23:23 GMT -5
Alexander snarled, the flame in his hand erupting up the length of his arm as he lunged for Seth. Before he could reach him, however, a stabbing pain washed over him and he stumbled. The flame extinguished with a soft whoosh and he choked, gripping his throat. It felt like his blood was trying to burn him from the inside out. And something inside him, dormant until this point, seemed to flourish. Jack's mother's blood saved him from falling completely under. He groaned, and glared fired at Seth. "What did you do to me?" he managed from between clenched teeth.
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May 18, 2008 22:37:00 GMT -5
Post by demitri on May 18, 2008 22:37:00 GMT -5
"Holy water..." Seth paused, as he stood over Alex, the soft smile creeping over his face, "Laced with concentrated dream energy," A light friendly chuckle, as if the two of them just exchanged a very tasteful joke, "I'm religious, not superstitious."
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May 21, 2008 12:46:37 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on May 21, 2008 12:46:37 GMT -5
Well, he was used to burning. He forced back the pain, concentrating on his absolute loathing of the Dream in front of him. He clasped a shaky hand to Seth's shirt and lit it on fire. This act was too much energy in the wrong direction and he fell to the ground with a feeling of nausea. Surely it couldn't last that long. He'd barely skimmed his throat...
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May 24, 2008 21:36:23 GMT -5
Post by demitri on May 24, 2008 21:36:23 GMT -5
Seth laughed as the fire seared his flesh The sweet smell of the burn as it spread Feeling himself grow distracted within the blissful pain of cleansing fire, quickly he shook his head, dashing to the water and hastily putting himself out without the shame of stop-drop and roll Head turned Grinning eyes to Alex, "Now that wasn't very nice." He smiled, "But no worries..." He leaned his head towards Alex, "you won't die, those blessed amounts of dream in your blood won't let you die," Eyes lifted in a friendly way, "The next one and the trail of bodies that follow are all my gift to you, they die for your sins, one sacrifice for each day of your existence." A chummy pat on the shoulder, "Christ treasures all His children, and I've heard the Devil 's not too bad either." Lifting his hand he made his way back towards the deep shadow of the vanishing trees.
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