Post by Nera Augustus on Oct 28, 2012 10:09:36 GMT -8
The silver blade flew out of no where- like a gleaming claw attached only to shadow. It was of course attached to a chain, not the dark. The man found himself against the wall, a blade imbedded into his shoulder. The hooded figure walked out of the darkness and smiled.
"You stole from the children, shame shame shame." She cooed softly.
"You stole from me... perhaps your best move to save your soul. Although, perhaps it was mine because...I LET you steal from me" Her lips curled up into a smile.
The man squirmed under the feel of the blade, and perhaps more when he saw the second blade in her other hand.
"Make your peace old man, I'm sending you to the river styx."
He couldn't even speak as she came up and took the second blade, pressing it to his neck. She let out a small laugh and then, a high pitch yell of terror echoed through out the alley- before it died in a gurgling mess.
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Nera walked out into the street carrying a giant sack of old cloth she had found in an abandoned store. She wore a smile as she traveled down the road, alone and wearing nothing but her white sun dress and her usual destroyed bikini. There was no 'hoodie' or 'cloak' in site of her, and the blades were gone. Only a smile and a clumsy girl, attempting to carry too much- all by herself.
"You stole from the children, shame shame shame." She cooed softly.
"You stole from me... perhaps your best move to save your soul. Although, perhaps it was mine because...I LET you steal from me" Her lips curled up into a smile.
The man squirmed under the feel of the blade, and perhaps more when he saw the second blade in her other hand.
"Make your peace old man, I'm sending you to the river styx."
He couldn't even speak as she came up and took the second blade, pressing it to his neck. She let out a small laugh and then, a high pitch yell of terror echoed through out the alley- before it died in a gurgling mess.
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Nera walked out into the street carrying a giant sack of old cloth she had found in an abandoned store. She wore a smile as she traveled down the road, alone and wearing nothing but her white sun dress and her usual destroyed bikini. There was no 'hoodie' or 'cloak' in site of her, and the blades were gone. Only a smile and a clumsy girl, attempting to carry too much- all by herself.