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Group: Citizens of The Nether Lands
Member No.: 63
Joined: 11-February 08
"Ha ha ha." The voices taunted, they had been assaulting her for a mere three minutes, but yet she still felt a burden on her emotions. Her mind was failing her, and her body was too. "I am disappointed! I hate you! Leave Now! What have you done? Freak!" The voices shouted, echoing through her mind. They were causing more damage then any whip or sword had ever done to her before. Wynter fell to her knees, her hands slammed against the sides of her head. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" She screamed as the voices continued their attack. She screamed in pain as her arms flashed green and began to grasp her chest. Her arms flashing again and tearing through each other, ripping one completely off and leaving the other broken and useless. Blood spurted from these woulds as Wynter tried her best to regenerate them, but they just wouldn't close. "You are weak! Nobody will ever love a monster like you!" the voices continued, swirling through her head like a plague of locusts. *Kkkrrrrrr Boowoowoow* A distorted guitar ripped through the silence, followed by very real laughter. "Why do you plague me with your presence. Why won't you die?" Az said, signing his taunts in time with his now very loud guitar, his fingers darting across the fret board quickly, slamming down each individual note of his monotonous death song. Wynter's face turned a very bright white as Az came into view. Wynter screamed in pain again as her arms flashed green and tore through her body, slicing her in half at the rib cage. Intestines and stomach acid sprayed forth from the wound as each half of her body fell to the ground, her mouth gasping for air, but it was no use. From fate there is no escape. Az let out a hearty laugh as he kicked the upper half of the body, his fingers now blurred with motion on the guitar. *Splosh* "Who's there?"