by Intense Disaster » Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:27 pm
Limit nodded. Getting up feeling slightly worried.
Iris struggled against multiple erasers. They had scratched her and bit her as she kicked and punched and attempted to fly away. One of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at her arm.........-*Strange, normally it's the head they aim at....unless it's a..*-Her thoughts were interupted by something going into her arm. She looked down to see a tranqulizer dart. Everything went fuzzy and she blacked out again. An eraser lifted her into his arms and then walked into the meadow about five yards away to await the helicopter that was to come pick them up.
You Are The Result Of 4 Billion Years Of Evolutionary Success.
Act Like It.
I didn't change, you just never knew me.
Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.
My family is temperamental. Half temper and half mental.
I'm not a toy, you can't just drop me when you get bored.