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After his Tante had whisked the child into her care, it became quite apparent that Remy was pretty much useless. Though he had the skilled hands of a master thief, they were quite useless when it came to finding the proper medical supplies. She had called for the official doctor that Remy's father kept on the premises for emergencies, and then ordered Remy to go find someone who knew more about healing, preferably a female. Deciding to find Rogue, after all being emotionally wrecked and lost wasn't a good combination, he headed towards the back of the house.
He paused a moment once he stepped outside, taking a minute to let some of the stress flow from his shoulders. He closed his eyes, intending to repair his empathy shields, figuring he would be a better asset to the girl if he was leveled off inside. Usually, the process only took a half a moment, but during that time he had to completely open himself to all the people even remotely nearby. The peaceful sounds of the bayou helped him to cope with the sudden force of emotions, so he felt as though this was the best time to do it.
He took a deep breath and let his walls fall down. Normally, he would immediately raise them back into their perfected forms, but before he could a flood of fear shot into him like an red-hot arrow, and practically incinerated his control. His eyes flung open, revealing an unearthly glow that burned through the sun's cheerful rays. The feeling of fear wrapped him like a blanket, and normally such a powerful force of emotion would have left him at it's mercy. However, he felt where the fear radiated from, and the source gave him his own more powerful feeling-wrath.
The blade across her throat began to dig into her skin, and she could feel a slight trickle of blood flow free from the slight cut it created. However, her assailant seemed to have a deep sense of maliciousness. He hadn't outright slit her throat yet, he apparently preferred to torture her a bit.
As she gasped for air, he removed the blade from her throat for a second, and with an evil smirk flipped it along her throat, so that the sharp blade would press into her every few inches, only leaving a faint line of red where it hit.
She took the split-second of freedom from the blade every time he turned it by quickly beginning a struggle that temporarily granted her the use of her arms. She grabbed the man's forearms to tear them away from her throat, but her outburst had no rewards for he was stronger then her, and quickly managed to pin her arms to her side.
He pressed the blade back into her throat, eliciting a gasp of pain as another trickle of blood ran down her throat. She wished he would just get it over and cut deeper, rather than play these games with her.
"Belle, don' you kno' betta than ta fight moi? It ain' gonna do you no good, might as well jus' accept yo' fate."
While he spoke the last words that Rogue thought she would ever hear he grabbed her forehead with his arm and used it to press her head onto his shoulder. The action forced her throat to arch, causing the blade to deepen its penetration. The blood flowed more freely now, though the blade had not yet punctured any major arteries.
The man pulled the blade from her throat and held his arm across her, clearly intending to end her life with a quick slice to her throat. Though, she was looking up, Rogue darter her eyes to all sides, desperately looking for something or someone who could help her. She felt tears slip down her throat, though she wasn't aware of crying, she felt slightly disconnected from the world, as if all her senses were dulled by the drone of her impending doom.
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I wonder how many chapters I can make a cliffhanger last...
After his Tante had whisked the child into her care, it became quite apparent that Remy was pretty much useless. Though he had the skilled hands of a master thief, they were quite useless when it came to finding the proper medical supplies. She had called for the official doctor that Remy's father kept on the premises for emergencies, and then ordered Remy to go find someone who knew more about healing, preferably a female. Deciding to find Rogue, after all being emotionally wrecked and lost wasn't a good combination, he headed towards the back of the house.
He paused a moment once he stepped outside, taking a minute to let some of the stress flow from his shoulders. He closed his eyes, intending to repair his empathy shields, figuring he would be a better asset to the girl if he was leveled off inside. Usually, the process only took a half a moment, but during that time he had to completely open himself to all the people even remotely nearby. The peaceful sounds of the bayou helped him to cope with the sudden force of emotions, so he felt as though this was the best time to do it.
He took a deep breath and let his walls fall down. Normally, he would immediately raise them back into their perfected forms, but before he could a flood of fear shot into him like an red-hot arrow, and practically incinerated his control. His eyes flung open, revealing an unearthly glow that burned through the sun's cheerful rays. The feeling of fear wrapped him like a blanket, and normally such a powerful force of emotion would have left him at it's mercy. However, he felt where the fear radiated from, and the source gave him his own more powerful feeling-wrath.
The blade across her throat began to dig into her skin, and she could feel a slight trickle of blood flow free from the slight cut it created. However, her assailant seemed to have a deep sense of maliciousness. He hadn't outright slit her throat yet, he apparently preferred to torture her a bit.
As she gasped for air, he removed the blade from her throat for a second, and with an evil smirk flipped it along her throat, so that the sharp blade would press into her every few inches, only leaving a faint line of red where it hit.
She took the split-second of freedom from the blade every time he turned it by quickly beginning a struggle that temporarily granted her the use of her arms. She grabbed the man's forearms to tear them away from her throat, but her outburst had no rewards for he was stronger then her, and quickly managed to pin her arms to her side.
He pressed the blade back into her throat, eliciting a gasp of pain as another trickle of blood ran down her throat. She wished he would just get it over and cut deeper, rather than play these games with her.
"Belle, don' you kno' betta than ta fight moi? It ain' gonna do you no good, might as well jus' accept yo' fate."
While he spoke the last words that Rogue thought she would ever hear he grabbed her forehead with his arm and used it to press her head onto his shoulder. The action forced her throat to arch, causing the blade to deepen its penetration. The blood flowed more freely now, though the blade had not yet punctured any major arteries.
The man pulled the blade from her throat and held his arm across her, clearly intending to end her life with a quick slice to her throat. Though, she was looking up, Rogue darter her eyes to all sides, desperately looking for something or someone who could help her. She felt tears slip down her throat, though she wasn't aware of crying, she felt slightly disconnected from the world, as if all her senses were dulled by the drone of her impending doom.
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I wonder how many chapters I can make a cliffhanger last...