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Captain Plucky is so giddy and happy now*)
Svet
A rush of cold air swept past the Mayor, taking a bit of his confidence and hopes with it. Images of "it will be okay" that were with him before slowly crept away, fading into the internal night.
"Hello?" he managed to force out. His voice was a quiet word, yet it carried through the dark chasms just like Svet's loud laughter. Suddenly, the two sound met. They clashed and fought, mixing into one, harmonious chuckle.
"
Hello." His head responded in a low, terrifying chortle. Another blinding blow was given to his forehead, and the leader screamed in a muffled howl of terror. It felt like his face was going to be slit in two, like his whole body was going to collapse at any second.
And yet, something was still holding him up. Something was still keeping him in place, like some wooden toy doll. A shiver ran up his spine, as a unknown force urged him to look behind. He turned his head, mouth gaping at what was in store. It was his wife, her pale face shining like a star in this horrible black slate of a place. "P-Patricia! Help me!" he exclaimed, shaking. He tried to outstretch him arms so he could hold the one he loved, but It just wouldn't happen.
"M...ark..." she mumbled in a blank, emotionless tone. Her eyes were glazed over with a stale, un-explainable feeling. It was like Mark, The Mayor, was staring at a totally different person. But, he loved her more then anything else, it didn't matter how strange she acted or if she ever changed. The leader loved her, and always would. "What's wrong, Patty? Why are you acting like that??" He frowned, very concerned.
Then, the darkness behind Patrica shifted. Like the wall itself was moving, now surging with life and rippling power.
"
You love her so much, don't you?" A familiar voice questioned, tut-tutting playfully. With no warning, red, bright eyes flashed behind his wife, shining with blood lust and mischief. "W-what are you doing?!" Mark was now completely fed up with not being able to move, and persisted on trying continuously. "Patrica,
get away from that thing!" he shouted in a fearful, saddened manner. Svet laughed quietly, and began to grin. Her blood-red fangs smiled through the blackness, piercing the darkness with no effort. "
If only you understood. If only any of you understood..." she growled, her grin faltering. "
'Mark', when you love something..." Patricia's head moved upwards, as if she was anticipating the dragoness's next move and simply accepting it. A black line slashed through her white skin, red mixing with the venom. "
All that person will do with that love is stab you in the back with it. Or should I say slice you in the neck, ha-ha-ha!" Svet finished as the human in front of her collapsed to the floor. "NO!" Mark shrieked, tears coming out of his eyes at a rapid pace. Patrica's body twitched for a moment, then stopped moving entirely. She was dead. "
Aw, poor you." Svet said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "
Fine, go see her. You are allowed to move now." Svet snapped her fingers, and the sound of wing-beats echoed across Mark's mind.
At the moment the Queen of Fear left, the mayor felt as if chains had been broke. His body could now move, and his limbs felt as if they had blood rushing through them once more. "PATRICIA!" he yelled, wiping the water from his eyes and running to his wife. He knelled beside her, gasping and sobbing with grief. "Patricia..." Mark whimpered after a long moment of silence. His worst fears had come true.
Svet had done her job well, this was exactly what the venom was supposed to do.