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bizarronia2010-09-06 11:22 pm
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AND FINALLY...
Heavy hearts and unshed tears seemed to follow them as they walked the dark path behind the tree. Three trials they faced, now they marched to meet the Witch.
The scenery changed, not unlike the other two times. A splendid rose garden grew under their feet, the dark sky showed no stars and no moon. A thunder roared, the wind greeted them as they faced each other once again.
Those who entered the trials looked tired and hurt as the walked to the center of the garden, where a sole crystal table stood. Behind it, and leaving her cup of tea, was Beatrice, the Endless Witch, smirking widely as she saw them arrive.
"Not bad, not bad..."
With and elegant move she took out her pipe, and pointed at Apollo. "She forced you to kill her, didn't she?", a chuckle, as she pointed at Firion. "You had to lie to yourself about your friend, even as he died in your arms".
She took a long smoke, before pointing at Yuan. "And you must have experience killing your old lover! At least you did it cleanly this second time!", Beatrice laughed loudly, and pointed at Django. "Was your father a hard opponent? I see denial shields you from what you don't like..."
Beatrice stood up, the tea cup and the table disappearing. "You killed an innocent girl just to see if you could fly again. So heartless of you", she chuckled, pointing at Evan. "You all were very entertaining. It did help to cure my boredom a little! But things must end for them to start again, and your las trial is here... They shall lose everything for only one to gain everything in return"
"I wonder.. who of you will it be? After killing your own hearts, killing a bunch of strangers shouldn't be difficult at all, should it? Only one of you will prevail to see the sun tomorrow..."
Her loud cackles boomed alongside a thunder, as rain started to fall. The Witch moved her hand and a gigantic steel cage fell on them. It was the last game...
Beatrice smirked, her face illuminated briefly by lightning.
The scenery changed, not unlike the other two times. A splendid rose garden grew under their feet, the dark sky showed no stars and no moon. A thunder roared, the wind greeted them as they faced each other once again.
Those who entered the trials looked tired and hurt as the walked to the center of the garden, where a sole crystal table stood. Behind it, and leaving her cup of tea, was Beatrice, the Endless Witch, smirking widely as she saw them arrive.
"Not bad, not bad..."
With and elegant move she took out her pipe, and pointed at Apollo. "She forced you to kill her, didn't she?", a chuckle, as she pointed at Firion. "You had to lie to yourself about your friend, even as he died in your arms".
She took a long smoke, before pointing at Yuan. "And you must have experience killing your old lover! At least you did it cleanly this second time!", Beatrice laughed loudly, and pointed at Django. "Was your father a hard opponent? I see denial shields you from what you don't like..."
Beatrice stood up, the tea cup and the table disappearing. "You killed an innocent girl just to see if you could fly again. So heartless of you", she chuckled, pointing at Evan. "You all were very entertaining. It did help to cure my boredom a little! But things must end for them to start again, and your las trial is here... They shall lose everything for only one to gain everything in return"
"I wonder.. who of you will it be? After killing your own hearts, killing a bunch of strangers shouldn't be difficult at all, should it? Only one of you will prevail to see the sun tomorrow..."
Her loud cackles boomed alongside a thunder, as rain started to fall. The Witch moved her hand and a gigantic steel cage fell on them. It was the last game...
Beatrice smirked, her face illuminated briefly by lightning.
EHEHEHEHE
[Espera hasta tenerlo casi de frente para girar la guadaña y lanzarlo al otro extremo. Su sonrisa solo se agranda mas al verlo ponerse de pie de nuevo.]
Si tanto quieres morir, mago idiota, te sugiero que te pongas justo donde estoy yo. Sino, quítate del camino.
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Humillado, no pudo hacer mas que alejarse todo lo posible de ellos y ponerse a salvo.]
1/2 FOREPLAY IS GO XD
Eran solo él y Sabata.
Una vez el obstáculo estuvo fuera del camino, cargó una vez más.
Quería sentir su vida, su pulso, su calidez...
Quería sentirlo.]
2/2 me respondi a mi xDDD
[Un susurro hambriento, una amenaza, una promesa...]
Sabata!!
[Una plegaria, un grito, un llanto...
Una súplica.]
<3 JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND WATCH ME BUUUUURN
Este momento es de ambos. Brujas, jaulas, manos manchadas de muerte... nada importa. Al menos no hasta tener a su hermano sometido y disfrutar su victoria.]
They are being kinky again, aren't they? ALSO, ENGLISH.
That still doesn't make him any less brutal in his attacks. Thinking too much would slow him down, and he knows Sabata is at an advantage when using darkness, even if the blood he drank helped him recover from his wounds.]
[With each hit, each attack, he calls, he begs, he claims, he demands.
Set me free from this.
Submit to me.
Fight me.
Kiss me.
Hurt me.
Love me.]
unf unf unf
This is not the Django he wants... but he knows he's there, underneath. He'll make him surrender, he'll make him writhe in the pain of defeat. He'll fight once and once and once again until both monsters are sated...
And then he'll see his brother.]
REALLY GUYS, YOU ARE IN PUBLIC.
There is nothing else. Nothing matters.
It's him and Sabata. Sabata with the sweet blood, and the strong hands. His Sabata, the Sabata he belongs to...
He wants to make him bleed, he wants to bleed for him...]
[His movements become more and more irregular, the beast is thirsty, and is becoming erratic. He can almost hear Sabata's heartbeat and the blood flowing in his veins...
He waited for so long...]
*voyeur*
Lets himself be lulled by her voice, but still fighting for control of his own body, he just needs to be closer...
Closer...
Feel his cold hands. Shoot him in the stomach. Kick him to the ground...
He could almost taste it as he did it, step by step...
Put a knee on his chest. Press the gun to his face.]
Change back or make me pull the trigger, little brother.
*TOO XD*
Pull the trigger, Sabata.
Kill the monster, before it is too late.
*films*
1/2
This is what I am, what I've been holding inside...
2/2 *popcorn*
So kill me! Kill me already!
*too*
[Laughs loudly!]
A liar? A coward? A scared little boy who can't do a thing without nanny sunflower?
[Presses the gun harder, smirking widely.]
Then this is useless. I'll kill you then kill everyone else. Such a pathetic waste of my time.
Heee xD
Shoot.
Oh god.
I don't kill cowards.
[Stands up.]
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flowerywarrior.]1/2
So that is how you avoid killing me this time...
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You'd rather have the denial face, that's ok.
[Stands, slowly because he's terribly tired right now.]
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Your friend is still alive. Tend him.
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All right. [And he's moving towards Polly, no other comments.]