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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 21:53:54 GMT -5
Laughing, he stood up when she re-entered the building, knowing she would come back. "I have nothing to offer you than I already have." he said, backing away before her finger could make contact with his chest. "Only the chance for you to be acknowledged as what you really are and stop pretending." he said, shrugging. "Take it or leave it- its of no matter to me. We're leaving now." he said, motioning to Michael. "If you want to come with us- you can. But don't expect any special treatment." he said, leaving his position against the wall and heading to the door.
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 22:02:07 GMT -5
"I'm not expecting any special-goddamned-treatment! What exactly does 'acknowledged as what you really are and stop pretending' mean?" She was following them, naturally.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 22:17:08 GMT -5
"Jesus, do I have to spell out everything word-for-word for you?" Zhadist called over his shoulder. "Your a werwolf, so start acting like one." he said, turning on his heels. "Your not human, so quit pretending to be." he said point-blank.
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 22:28:08 GMT -5
"And I can do that where?" she asked. "and I'm not into the whole werewolf club scene, and why would I want to...Do that other stuff and be in a pack?" She rambled, blushing slightly at the thought of actually participating in werewolf activities.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 22:33:59 GMT -5
"I'm not talking about that." he said, continuing to walk forward towards the rest of the group force that had gathered as backups just in case things got too messy. "And if you want to to find out, I suggest you follow." he yelled over his shoulder.
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 22:38:40 GMT -5
"I am following!" she snapped at him, growling slightly before settling down.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 22:52:57 GMT -5
"What the fuck, why is the stray dog following you around?" A few of the men in the group Zhadist was approaching yelled. "Fuck off." Zhadist said, flipping them off. "Mind your own fucking business. The jobs done. That's all thats important." Zhadist growled, his eyes darting from each member. The men backing off slightly at Zhadist's reaction, they eased up a bit as he moved closer. "Why is she following you?" the men repeated, nicer this time. "Because she doesn't know who I am." Zhadist replied, snickering as he turned on Colby, slamming her down on the concrete hard. "Now why the hell did you think I would want some type of lost puppy following me around? No thanks, it was interesting enough seeing if you would go along though. Not that what I said wasn't true, because it was. But you seem to have neglected the fact that my organization despises werewolf's such as yourself." Zhadist laughed, picking her up and slinging her over his back. "She'll be my newest pet. Mother never did like dogs much." he said, walking through the group of now snickering and laughing men.
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 23:03:14 GMT -5
Colby slowed in her walk. "What th-" She screamed and kicked at him as she was slung over his shoulder. "Let me go!" She squirmed in his iron grasp, punching his back with the force of a pissed off werewolf woman. Her eyes were starting to shift colors as more of the inner-werewolf came out and she started to claw at his back, leaving deep strikes in his back.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 23:14:34 GMT -5
"Scratch all you want, you hyperactive bitch." he laughed, continuing onward as if he didn't feel her scratching at his back at all. "Why should I let you go? You wanted to come, remember?" he said, laughing as he thew her into the back seat of his car and locked the door, making sure she couldn't get out. Getting in the drivers sear, he pushed on the gas as he signaled to the rest of the group his own personal good-bye, commonly known as the middle finger. "What the hell has changed know? Nothing." he laughed mockingly.
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 23:20:43 GMT -5
Colby kicked and punched at the doors, but found that to be useless. She glared at him from the back seat and darted forward, pulling on his hands to try to swerve the car so that they'd crash. She didn't speak to him now. She wanted out, and right now.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 4, 2009 23:32:09 GMT -5
"Hey!" Zhadist yelled, elbowing her back into the back seat and giving her a bloody nose. "What the hell is wrong with you!!! Getting free won't mean anything if we're both dead!" he yelled, swirving the car back on track and glancing back at her. "No more tricks like that or your going to get more than just a bloody nose you psychotic bitch. " he said. "You call me psycotic, I'm not the one trying to get us into a car accident."
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Post by Milk on Apr 4, 2009 23:55:42 GMT -5
colby grunted and fell back, covering her nose and glowering at him. She didn't say anything, just leaned her head back until the blood stopped flowing down her face. Once it did, she looked up again, touching the still wet blood and looking at it, settling down. She laid down in the back and waited silently for whatever doom was about to come.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 5, 2009 0:10:20 GMT -5
Driving for about thirty minutes, Zhadist was silent until they arrived at a desserted little warehouse out in the middle of nowhere. Opening the car door, he pulled her out roughly, securing a firm grasp on her. "Go on, try and run. See what happens." he whispered in her ear, laughing. Opening the door to the warehouse, he pushed her inside and onto the hard cement floor. "Its quite cozy, isn't it?" he said, laughing as he peered into the dakrness.
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Post by Milk on Apr 5, 2009 0:26:13 GMT -5
Colby went limp in his arms, falling to the ground and sitting there silently. She waited for him to finish whatever it is he had in store for her.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Apr 5, 2009 9:28:15 GMT -5
Dropping her onto the floor, he locked the door with a key he had tucked into his shirt earlier before turning on the light. The warehouse was cold and dimly lit, paved with concrete. The room was large but barren, with only one small bed in the far left corner of the room and a refrigerator plugged in at the other end. There was a large trunk in the corner, containing weapons and clothing, but nothing more. "See." Zhadist said, walking around the room and extending his hands. "This is where I live. Very fancy, right?" he said sarcastically. "Make yourself at home. Oh, and the bed's yours. I much preffer sleeping on the floor." he said as he went over to the refirgerator and grabbed an apple.
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