06-25-2009, 06:14 AM
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He couldn't stand it... hearing her shriek in terror, seeing her face twisted in agony. Alston lunged forward even restrained by the rope that bound him. "Son of a bitch!" he spat out. He continued to force himself, to free himself. If there was some way he could reach out and strangle the blonde man, he would.
Her skin continued to blister, the redness travelling up her arms. The man grinned as Hallah's skin began to darken and smoke around his touch. He began to chuckle as her screams became as muffled sobs.
He tossed her limp form aside and looked at his red-stained hands. He reveled at her misery, her arms bloody and charred from his touch. So pleased he was that he didnât notice the arm that lunged out for him.
Alston snatched at the blond manâs tunic, a handful of green wool in his grasp. The man didnât budge as the youth pulled at him. Shocked though, the blond man was. Shocked at the impudence the boy displayed.
Enraged, he raised his hand towards the boy... struck back by an invisible force.
Rising to his feet from the cold dirt floor, Balthus spun around and stepped towards the tent flap. He looked back at the two. Almost useless. Both of them. His eyes fell upon the curled up frame of the girl. He smiled as his gaze wandered across her form, taking all of her curves and youth into his mind.
Almost.
He exited the tent and turned to one of the guards on duty.
âKill the boy.â
He couldn't stand it... hearing her shriek in terror, seeing her face twisted in agony. Alston lunged forward even restrained by the rope that bound him. "Son of a bitch!" he spat out. He continued to force himself, to free himself. If there was some way he could reach out and strangle the blonde man, he would.
Her skin continued to blister, the redness travelling up her arms. The man grinned as Hallah's skin began to darken and smoke around his touch. He began to chuckle as her screams became as muffled sobs.
He tossed her limp form aside and looked at his red-stained hands. He reveled at her misery, her arms bloody and charred from his touch. So pleased he was that he didnât notice the arm that lunged out for him.
Alston snatched at the blond manâs tunic, a handful of green wool in his grasp. The man didnât budge as the youth pulled at him. Shocked though, the blond man was. Shocked at the impudence the boy displayed.
Enraged, he raised his hand towards the boy... struck back by an invisible force.
Rising to his feet from the cold dirt floor, Balthus spun around and stepped towards the tent flap. He looked back at the two. Almost useless. Both of them. His eyes fell upon the curled up frame of the girl. He smiled as his gaze wandered across her form, taking all of her curves and youth into his mind.
Almost.
He exited the tent and turned to one of the guards on duty.
âKill the boy.â