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"Don't!" Janice screamed. "Don't, please!"
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"I'm sorry, Cadenza! I'm so sorry!" She closed her eyes.
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An uncontrolled burst of power rolled out from around Janice, blowing down trees and knocking Vespyr away. She writhed under her guilt and pain. The knife's edge hovered, only an inch above her own death.
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Janice shook out of Vespyr's grasp, still running. Had she... where... She tripped over a tree root, falling down hard. She tried to keep running on all fours, shaking hysterically; screaming, crying, racked by sheer disbelief. Dry leaves pressed to her hands, stuck in place by the blood. Her form, broken by her unstable mindset, fell over on another root. Janice rolled over, grabbing her dagger and holding the point above her heart.
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After another few licks, Ellis added, "so... I think we might've found the real Chosen One."
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"Perfect, perfect. We're going to need some of you guys. Strike that: not some. A lot."
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"NO!" Janice screamed, either unaware or uncaring about the fact that she was saying those words aloud. "I WOULDN'T!" She was shaking, tears spilling down her face like a waterfall. Janice looked down at her hand: it was red with blood. Cadenza's blood. She had done that. With another scream, Janice took another step back, then ran into the forest. She needed to get away. Run away. RUN AWAY.
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Ellis hesitated again, then scooched to the side and put his arm around Melody's shoulders.
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"Skills like yours, you say?"
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"Did your teachers do anything about it?"
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"Oh." Ellis hesitated, taking a lick of his own ice cream. "So... did he tell anyone?"
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"You can't take over the world with only three members."
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"Becau--" Trace's voice caught. She took a step back, looking worried. "Becau--" Why couldn't she... why couldn't... Her hand leapt to her mouth, condensed into a fist. Her eyes gew wide with terror. A tear leaked out. Janice stumbled backwards and released a blood-curdling scream of horror, worse than any she had ever screamed before.
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"And...?"
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"That makes three."
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GESP
IS IT...
MINI ENTER???
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Who is the Shard's biggest Lord of the Rings nerd?
Channelknight Fadran replied to Tesh's topic in Entertainment Discussion
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Ellis took the cone. "Alright. Storytime."
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"My only weakness, yes."
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Trace drew upon pain. Not hers; Janice's. The pain that Trace had given her so many times in the ten years she had inhabited a backspace in Janice's mind. She knew it. She understood it. Her and Janice only--they were the only two who could truly grasp every beat and agony of the torture that Trace's Queen had bestowed. Trace drew upon Janice's pain, releasing a burst of energy, hurling everyone backwards through the air. She drew upon Janice's pain, and dragged her dagger down Cadenza's arm, relishing every scream and breaking of blood. Her dagger seeked every twist and detail of the quoral veins that burned into Janice's arms, guided by the torture that came when the Queen could control Janice's Aspect completely. "You never understood her," Trace growled, carving Janice's source of pain and agony into Cadenza's arm, "not while she was here. I hope you fan find some fragmented semblance of emapthy and understanding before every trace of Janice is torn from existence." The dagger finished its gruesome work at the palm of Cadenza's hand, running all the way through so that the end jutted out the other side. A river of warm blood ran down Cadenza's arm, staining Trace's hand red. "You never," Trace grunted, yanking the dagger out of Cadenza's hand-- "Understood," she cut Cadenza's bonds, letting her collapse to the ground-- "MY PAIN."
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"Ehhh..." The Chosen One seesawed his hands. "Ronald Weasley, Samwise Gamgee... maybe Mat Cauthon if you look at him the right way."
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Trace shook her head in disbelief. "Not as scared as you should be." With that, she ran her dagger deep into Cadenza's shoulder.
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"Don't lie to me, Cadenza. ARE YOU SCARED YET, LITTLE GIRL???"
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"Whoa," The Chosen One said, "that one's--okay, no, not that one either... I'd recommend keeping away from that, more for your sake than for mine."
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"I think you mistake me, Cadenza. I'm not just going to kill her." Trace held the dagger to Cadenza's throat. "I'm going to tear her soul to shreds. When I'm through with her and you, her entire being will have been destroyed; forever vaporized into the ether. No afterlife, no heaven or some other machination of second life; no. She's going to be gone, forever. I suspect it would only be a matter of time until her memory dissolved from your mind. She'll have been destroyed, Cadenza; she'll be forgotten. And in her place you'll find no one. You will wander this world alone, wondering to whatever god happens to have turned an ear in your direction why you're so downcast in loneliness and despair." Trace pressed the point into Cadenza's skin, drawing blood. "Are you scared now, little girl? Are you truly prepared for what's about to happen to you? You will suffer pain without reason, and Janice will have been DESTROYED."
