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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 13:57:38 GMT -5
Scratch pointed at his guns only for his finger to be sliced off with a swipe of the Killer's hand. "I missed people when I was in my cell. Then, one night, I closed my eyes; when I opened them, I was somewhere else-- a magical place with buildings, and parks, and everything you could ever want! I changed, though-- I'm still not sure why."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2009 14:04:10 GMT -5
"Something's seriously messed up, here..."
Trying to help, Raz shot out a PSI Blast. He didn't know if it would work or not, but it looked like they needed the help. And frankly, that spectre was freaking him out.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 15:43:11 GMT -5
The PSI Blast his the Killer, knocking him back a bit. However, this drew his attention to the group that was withdrawn from the battle.
"When I was in that place, I prayed every day. There were a lot of people praying but... there was no preacher. In fact, when I visited the other churches I saw there was nobody there except the people praying. No priests, no rabbis, no preachers... it was so strange. I met people who had been preachers, but they weren't preachers anymore."
Slowly, as if in a dream, the killer floated towards Raz. "It took me so long to realize what was wrong. I don't know how long, because time was different there. It was a sinner's paradise, so... logically, it would have to be Hell, right? It would explain the nightmares I had every night-- of being dipped into a boiling lake, of having my fingers sawed off and sewn back on again."
He drew back his hand and swung it, slicing several hairs off of Raz's forehead. He drew his hand back again, but was interrupted when the meat-clever he had been carrying earlier found its way into the back of his head.
"...Ow."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 23, 2009 18:19:13 GMT -5
"YAGH!" Raz leaped back, barely avoiding another slice. "The heck!?"
"He... he just floated through...!" Double D gasped. "My force field... has no effect...!"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 24, 2009 16:39:30 GMT -5
"Force-field... what?" Scratch asked in confusion as he picked up his gun and aimed at the back of the spectre's neck. He didn't know what had sent the cleaver flying into its head but he did know that the ghost was just intangible enough to pass through some 'force-field'.
With a bang, a bullet that defined definition was let loose from Scratch's gun. It flew through the Killer's neck and stopped dead-center-- a little ball of living flame. The Killer screamed as, slowly, color filled its body-- rotting, dying colors like reds, dark greens, and browns-- and it slowly started to burn away.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK! THE NIGHTMARES! THEY'RE SO HORRIBLE!" His voice shifted into a choking, guttery voice with more substance. "You can't sleep or think of anything except the nightmares! PLEASE, DON'T SEND ME BACK! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING THIS TIME!!"
He vanished in a puff of cinders, out like a candle.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 24, 2009 20:14:17 GMT -5
A hush fell over the room after the ghost disappeared, tense with overwhelming fear... or the lack thereof.
"....whoa."
"...Effective," Fleetfoot noted.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 25, 2009 17:03:31 GMT -5
Scratch holstered his guns and wrapped his bleeding hand in his jacket. He nodded his head towards Crash and grunted. "Uh... he'll wake up and think he came here of his own free will. Nothing to worry about."
"I see you've taken care of the job quite splendidly. Congratulations are in honor, gentlemen."
Scratch and Philip were unsurprised by the large, bat-like creature sitting casually in a blood-stained, golden chair. The demon wore a top-hat and Victorian clothing and laid a cane on its lap. However, the demon and its demonic furniture's sudden appearance would be enough to surprise anyone else.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 26, 2009 20:40:43 GMT -5
"WHAT the...!?"
"W-where did YOU come from??" Double D gawked.
"Urrrrrgh... blarrrrrgh..." Crash sat up, rubbing his head. "Whoa... what happened?"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 27, 2009 16:15:34 GMT -5
"'Allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth...'" As if choreographed, the creature stood up and tipped its hat. This revealed two stubby circles of bone emerging from its forehead. "'And taste'. Now, may we skip all of these pleasantries and get down to the nitty-gritty? I'm here to provide hush-up money."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 27, 2009 23:06:28 GMT -5
"WE'LL TAKE IT!" Eddy automatically responded. No matter how heroic and selfless he had grown, his deep passion for money was unchanged.
"To keep this all a secret, I'm assuming?" Double D asked.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 28, 2009 7:11:18 GMT -5
"Naturally." The demon answered calmly. "Naturally, we're only willing to pay you in... well, money. That's really all of these hush-ups are worth when there are so many other more wonderful solutions."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Mar 2, 2009 19:45:51 GMT -5
"...other solutions?"
"NO SHUT UP DOUBLE D WE'LL TAKE THE CASH!"
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Post by Felix Falora on Mar 2, 2009 19:54:06 GMT -5
Felix stomped on Eddy's foot. "Explain these... other solutions to..."
Masahiro stomped on Felix's foot. "I think Eddy and I have finally taken a common ground when we vote for ca..."
Nazz stomped on Masahiro's foot. "Personally... I want to know what these other solutions are."
"When did you get here?!" Felix squeaked, hopping up and down on one foot, gripping his hurt one.
"I saw the whole thing from outside," Nazz said.
"Lucky!" Masahiro squeaked, mimicking Felix due to Nazz's foot stomp.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Mar 2, 2009 19:56:18 GMT -5
"OWWWWW!!!" Eddy hopped about as well, Double D sweatdropping.
"Could everyone stop stomping one another's foot please?"
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Post by 42zombies on Mar 3, 2009 8:46:23 GMT -5
"Lord, what fools these mortals be." The demon mused. "Even an angel isn't immune; spend too much time with mortals you become like them. The same thing happened to Beelzebub, and now he just spends all day and night eating.
"Ah, but the other solutions, of course." The demon nodded as he pulled a gun out of its coat. "You see, if you refuse the money and insist on blabbing about what you saw, I'm afraid that I'll have to kill you all. No hard feelings, you understand, just business."
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