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Fallen...

Postby мосна » Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:56 am

I swung my leg and felt the foot come into contact with his cheek, a loud crack resonating from the point of impact. I cried out as I realised the crack had come from my foot breaking, not his cheek, and fell to the ground. Before I could move, one of the guards, that littered the perimeter of the room, ran over to me and forced a needle into my arm. I felt any control I had over my body slip away. The guard forced me off of my back into a kneeling position, my head facing my knees. The man I had been fighting chrouched down in front of me. He placed to fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking in his eyes. "Fallen," he whispered, "such an ugly name for such a pretty girl," he finished, moving some strands of brown hair out of my face. I glared into his grey eyes, wishing I could slap him. "Just give in, you know you'll never beat me," I realised suddenly that, word by word, he was moving closer to me, stopping with his lips inches from mine. The left side of his face twitches into a smile as he leans forwards the final bit and his lips rested against mine. I still couldn't move anything, so I was stuck in the kiss. Eventually, he pulled away and sighed, stroking the side of my face. I'm happy to find I have control of my face again, so I frown and hiss "Casimir" I growled, but he had already left the room, along with his guards. I fall back to the ground, the poison injected into me sapping all energy from my body.
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Chapter/part 2

Postby мосна » Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:25 am

I woke up 1, maybe 2, hours later. I tried to sit up and smiled to find that my body was back under control. However, moving my lips only reminded me of the kiss. I frowned then, mentally noting that I should make Casimir's death even worse than I was planning it to be. I stood up, my muscles still reluctant but at least working, and looked around the room of the fight. It was large, with windowless grey walls. There was one door, slightly darker than the walls. She went to it and twisted the handle. She found, to her surprise, that it came open. A cold wind blew threw the door and she walked into, embracing the wind happily.
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Mood box wrote:Mood: Ill, so replies and stuff will be slow. Sorry guys!
Current addiction: It's rather obvious... But for the incredibly slow, my current addiction is the type of coffee called a mocha.
Status: Sports day yesterday (25th June) I got attacked by a bike D:
Listening to: Paramore, on my slightly broken MP3.
~There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.~
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