That tears it people! I'm postin a reward for the person who brings me
Cael, my muse, back. He's gotta be alive, though he might not be when I get
my hands on him!!! That muse is in a heap of trouble! This is three stinkin
times that he's left me, and so help me if it's for another muse or author.
I love my reviewers!!!
WildCraze! You're back! I missed you so! You should update your stories to tho my dear.
Queen of Darkness: silly name I remember tammi too. But the assassin and cleric is a deal that I have *had?* with the person I was talking to you about earlier! Keep in mind.
Only one review?!? What's the matter? Gone shy on me? I don't bite, even if I did I got my shots yesterday!
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Ronin writhed on the floor of the woods. Internal conflict was tearing him up from the inside. Letting the Assassin go against the Dragon's will didn't help him any. Ever since the Cleric walked away he had been struggling with the intense spirit within him. It was a losing battle to say the least. He clenched his eyes and rocked slowly in the fetal position. The sky began to grow dark and thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a storm.
Griffin and Blade approached their stricken friend cautiously. Xavier had decided that they would be the best way to get Ronin back inside. He did not want the boy to feel threatened in any way, fearing the worst would happen.
"Ronin? You ok man?" Griffin questioned. He was only answered by the shuddering and mutters of Ronin. Blade gave Griffin a questionable look as they were only a few steps from Ronin.
"Ronin-" Blade began but Ronin had spun up in a blink of the eye and had lit himself on fire.
"don't come any nearer," he said in a low menacing voice that was most definitely the Dragons'.
"Ronin-" Griffin tried again, taking a step. Before his foot could fall, Ronin had set a ring of intense fire from him, incinerating his friends and the surrounding trees and shrubbery. The birds that had chirped and the squirrels that ran from tree to tree above had been silenced. There was only the ragged sound of Ronin's breathing. Only it wasn't Ronin anymore, the Dragon had total control.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *AN: this is part of a nightmare I've been having for like the past week and a half! Sorry, thought I'd share. *
The darkness surrounded Lippoli. It was suffocating, dragging the ragged breaths out of him as if it were his last. 'Wait, am I even breathing? Where am I? Did I die and not realize it? Isn't there supposed to be harps and clouds?' He tried to move his body, but it only frustrated him. He couldn't move anything. All he could sense was the cold void that he was now in.
Slowly, the heat began to increase. An image began to form before him. He knew what it was before the image became clear.
'You,' he mentally spat.
'I have no use for you anymore. I control him, you are no longer leverage so I suppose I will dispose of you,' the Dragon said.
'Why are you doing this?' Lippoli asked.
'I don't exactly know. Fun I suppose.'
'How did you get in here?'
'You are closely linked with you late brother. It was easy.' The Dragon said with a smirk. 'Now say goodbye.'
The heat rose, flames leapt around in the dark void that Lippoli was in, engulfing him in flames.
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Bobby and St. John watched in horror as their friend writhed and screamed on the bed before them. Xavier had tried to get into Lippoli's head but only hurt his own in the process. Xavier had let go quickly, saying something about heat and fire.
Lippoli's body heat had risen abruptly and hadn't curbed. They had packed his body with ice but it didn't subdue the temperature. The heart monitor beeped wildly, not even keeping up with Lippoli's heart rate. All they could do is watch as the boy died before them.
With one last spasm, one last gasp, he lay still. St. John tried to stand tall as Scott pulled the sheet over his friend, though tears brimmed at his eyes. Bobby didn't have quite the composure. He didn't care who saw him cry; he had lost another friend. He ran out of the room, not stopping until he was in his own room, crying into his pillow.
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Ronin sat on the high fence, his aura on fire, showing a swirling miasma of flames. Somehow he had been able to trip the safety on the mansion's defensive systems (another AN: sorry one more. If you've seen the cartoon X- Men, all of this artillery pops out of like a statue and the ground and benches so that's basically what happened. Continue!) The weaponless turrets were still smoking and a siren sounded somewhere in the mansion building itself.
Ronin smirked at the lack of confidence that Xavier had with his 'pupils' defending his little 'sanctuary'. When he was done with it, it wouldn't be a sanctuary, more like a graveyard. He smirked and rubbed his hands in sick anticipation.
The power was building up within him. He had dammed it up, waiting for the moment he could let it go in a tidal wave of fire. It pushed up against his being, his life force in general was full of the power. He felt he was made of it. It sang in his bones and the sick spirit that now possessed him.
He sat seemingly placidly as the X-Men ran out of the doors from the mansion in such cliché form. He shook his head in disgust.
'These people run so willingly into a fight, I almost hesitate to kill them. Almost.'
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So morbid, that I am! O well. What are you going to do. It's short, I know, but it's the best I can do without Cael. If you find him and return him, name your price. Really. I want that muse back!!!
I love my reviewers!!!
WildCraze! You're back! I missed you so! You should update your stories to tho my dear.
Queen of Darkness: silly name I remember tammi too. But the assassin and cleric is a deal that I have *had?* with the person I was talking to you about earlier! Keep in mind.
Only one review?!? What's the matter? Gone shy on me? I don't bite, even if I did I got my shots yesterday!
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Ronin writhed on the floor of the woods. Internal conflict was tearing him up from the inside. Letting the Assassin go against the Dragon's will didn't help him any. Ever since the Cleric walked away he had been struggling with the intense spirit within him. It was a losing battle to say the least. He clenched his eyes and rocked slowly in the fetal position. The sky began to grow dark and thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a storm.
Griffin and Blade approached their stricken friend cautiously. Xavier had decided that they would be the best way to get Ronin back inside. He did not want the boy to feel threatened in any way, fearing the worst would happen.
"Ronin? You ok man?" Griffin questioned. He was only answered by the shuddering and mutters of Ronin. Blade gave Griffin a questionable look as they were only a few steps from Ronin.
"Ronin-" Blade began but Ronin had spun up in a blink of the eye and had lit himself on fire.
"don't come any nearer," he said in a low menacing voice that was most definitely the Dragons'.
"Ronin-" Griffin tried again, taking a step. Before his foot could fall, Ronin had set a ring of intense fire from him, incinerating his friends and the surrounding trees and shrubbery. The birds that had chirped and the squirrels that ran from tree to tree above had been silenced. There was only the ragged sound of Ronin's breathing. Only it wasn't Ronin anymore, the Dragon had total control.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *AN: this is part of a nightmare I've been having for like the past week and a half! Sorry, thought I'd share. *
The darkness surrounded Lippoli. It was suffocating, dragging the ragged breaths out of him as if it were his last. 'Wait, am I even breathing? Where am I? Did I die and not realize it? Isn't there supposed to be harps and clouds?' He tried to move his body, but it only frustrated him. He couldn't move anything. All he could sense was the cold void that he was now in.
Slowly, the heat began to increase. An image began to form before him. He knew what it was before the image became clear.
'You,' he mentally spat.
'I have no use for you anymore. I control him, you are no longer leverage so I suppose I will dispose of you,' the Dragon said.
'Why are you doing this?' Lippoli asked.
'I don't exactly know. Fun I suppose.'
'How did you get in here?'
'You are closely linked with you late brother. It was easy.' The Dragon said with a smirk. 'Now say goodbye.'
The heat rose, flames leapt around in the dark void that Lippoli was in, engulfing him in flames.
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Bobby and St. John watched in horror as their friend writhed and screamed on the bed before them. Xavier had tried to get into Lippoli's head but only hurt his own in the process. Xavier had let go quickly, saying something about heat and fire.
Lippoli's body heat had risen abruptly and hadn't curbed. They had packed his body with ice but it didn't subdue the temperature. The heart monitor beeped wildly, not even keeping up with Lippoli's heart rate. All they could do is watch as the boy died before them.
With one last spasm, one last gasp, he lay still. St. John tried to stand tall as Scott pulled the sheet over his friend, though tears brimmed at his eyes. Bobby didn't have quite the composure. He didn't care who saw him cry; he had lost another friend. He ran out of the room, not stopping until he was in his own room, crying into his pillow.
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Ronin sat on the high fence, his aura on fire, showing a swirling miasma of flames. Somehow he had been able to trip the safety on the mansion's defensive systems (another AN: sorry one more. If you've seen the cartoon X- Men, all of this artillery pops out of like a statue and the ground and benches so that's basically what happened. Continue!) The weaponless turrets were still smoking and a siren sounded somewhere in the mansion building itself.
Ronin smirked at the lack of confidence that Xavier had with his 'pupils' defending his little 'sanctuary'. When he was done with it, it wouldn't be a sanctuary, more like a graveyard. He smirked and rubbed his hands in sick anticipation.
The power was building up within him. He had dammed it up, waiting for the moment he could let it go in a tidal wave of fire. It pushed up against his being, his life force in general was full of the power. He felt he was made of it. It sang in his bones and the sick spirit that now possessed him.
He sat seemingly placidly as the X-Men ran out of the doors from the mansion in such cliché form. He shook his head in disgust.
'These people run so willingly into a fight, I almost hesitate to kill them. Almost.'
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So morbid, that I am! O well. What are you going to do. It's short, I know, but it's the best I can do without Cael. If you find him and return him, name your price. Really. I want that muse back!!!