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Post by mysteria on Jun 14, 2007 21:33:15 GMT -5
We could take her now you know… no one is looking.
“No, Dagger. I won’t kidnap her. Not yet.” Arrow whispered, looking around the park, where citizens lingered, listening to Charles Amonta, the most prominent member of the Democratic party’s speech, about how if he were elected, blah blah blah abortion, blah blah blah, end the war. Next to him, a bright smile on her face stood his daughter, Natalie, or Nate, Amonta, ready to help add-on to her father’s campaign. Such a pretty smile. What a shame it’s fake.
“You don’t know that for sure.” Nervously, Arrow pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head, it’s black veil hiding his face.
Of course I do. You know as well as I that her father beats her, and I’m sure it’s all she can do to stop herself from killing him right now. If only some brave young hero would end her suffering. It’s a shame there aren’t any heroes here. Only pansies. Pansies who continue to say they need to watch her little more before liberating her, with no intention of actually doing so.
“Shut up!” He yelled, causing the elderly ladies nearest to him to give him a frightened look and scurry away. Twitching as Dagger took over, he bent over writhing in pain, but no one seemed to notice.
“Ahh. Much better.” Dagger stretched and walked off toward the podium, a wicked smile plastered to his face.
I hate it when you do that.
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