Authors Note: This is in Hunters point of view. I need some stalling time
so that I can get the stripping of powers part written…if it actually
happens…Anyway, thanks KaLiChiCk13 for helping me. I really needed it.
Once again, I do not own any of this.
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Hunters Point Of Veiw
I turned and looked at Morgan. I could tell my the expression on her face that she was scared. Her skin was pale, and she had dark spots under her eyes. I could also tell that she had been hurt by the things that I said yesterday night. Even I was hurt by the cruel things that had popped out of my mouth. When she left the house, I felt like I was going to break down in tears. I liked feeling in control, but yesterday, after she left, I had to leave the room.
When I was yelling at her, I could see her pain. As every harsh word shot out of my mouth, I could see her eyes darkening, losing there life. I wanted so bad to stop, stop the pain that I was causing us both, but I couldn't. I felt so hurt and betrayed even by the thought that she might called on the dark forces. She promised me that she would never convert to evil, but how could I know if she could keep it?
Even as I look at her, sneaking glances at her unconsciously, I'm amazed at the thought that this beautiful girl could ever do something so wrong, so evil. But then I remind myself what her father had done, and it all makes perfect sense.
I don't know if I completely believe that she could have committed this crime. How could Morgan, my Morgan, do something so hurtful to anybody? She couldn't- but all the clues had pointed to her, and her alone. I sighed deeply, knowing that in an hour, I would be hurting the person I loved most in the worst way ever imagined.
I remember having nightmares for months after I had first stripped someone of there powers. I would be on the cold wooden floor, with a seeker chanting to the Goddesses, and right when my powers were just about to be sucked away, I'd wake up, covered in sweat. I was going to do the thing that scares me most…to Morgan. I knew I should have quit this job along time ago…before it went this far.
I felt my blood began to pump faster as we neared my house. Could I do this? Could I kill the thing that keeps Morgan going in life? I looked over at her, and saw her palms were sweating. She was rubbing them together nervously. I had an urge to take her in my arms, embrace her, kiss her fear and pain away. I saw her glance flicker to mine, then move back to the window.
She must hate me, hate me more than anything in the world. I felt a part of me die, as I made the realization. I'll never be able to be with her again. I'll never be able to hug her, or kiss her. I wouldn't even be able to be her friend anymore. I felt a sharp pang of pain in my heart. I looked at her again-how could she survive this? I'd rather die than having my powers stripped from me. I hope that she is stronger than me, but even a life without friendship with her is better than a life without her at all.
I pulled into my driveway.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
I'm going to write the next part soon. It'll be longer than the other two parts…I just put those in so that I could have some time to gather stuff for the next part. Oh, and I need some help, can anybody think of a good person who could be the actual one who called on the dark forces? I need somebody that's a character in the book, it would be easier than making up one…Help!!! Oh, and another question, how many blood witches needed to be there as witnesses in the stripping of powers ceremony thingy???
Once again, I do not own any of this.
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Hunters Point Of Veiw
I turned and looked at Morgan. I could tell my the expression on her face that she was scared. Her skin was pale, and she had dark spots under her eyes. I could also tell that she had been hurt by the things that I said yesterday night. Even I was hurt by the cruel things that had popped out of my mouth. When she left the house, I felt like I was going to break down in tears. I liked feeling in control, but yesterday, after she left, I had to leave the room.
When I was yelling at her, I could see her pain. As every harsh word shot out of my mouth, I could see her eyes darkening, losing there life. I wanted so bad to stop, stop the pain that I was causing us both, but I couldn't. I felt so hurt and betrayed even by the thought that she might called on the dark forces. She promised me that she would never convert to evil, but how could I know if she could keep it?
Even as I look at her, sneaking glances at her unconsciously, I'm amazed at the thought that this beautiful girl could ever do something so wrong, so evil. But then I remind myself what her father had done, and it all makes perfect sense.
I don't know if I completely believe that she could have committed this crime. How could Morgan, my Morgan, do something so hurtful to anybody? She couldn't- but all the clues had pointed to her, and her alone. I sighed deeply, knowing that in an hour, I would be hurting the person I loved most in the worst way ever imagined.
I remember having nightmares for months after I had first stripped someone of there powers. I would be on the cold wooden floor, with a seeker chanting to the Goddesses, and right when my powers were just about to be sucked away, I'd wake up, covered in sweat. I was going to do the thing that scares me most…to Morgan. I knew I should have quit this job along time ago…before it went this far.
I felt my blood began to pump faster as we neared my house. Could I do this? Could I kill the thing that keeps Morgan going in life? I looked over at her, and saw her palms were sweating. She was rubbing them together nervously. I had an urge to take her in my arms, embrace her, kiss her fear and pain away. I saw her glance flicker to mine, then move back to the window.
She must hate me, hate me more than anything in the world. I felt a part of me die, as I made the realization. I'll never be able to be with her again. I'll never be able to hug her, or kiss her. I wouldn't even be able to be her friend anymore. I felt a sharp pang of pain in my heart. I looked at her again-how could she survive this? I'd rather die than having my powers stripped from me. I hope that she is stronger than me, but even a life without friendship with her is better than a life without her at all.
I pulled into my driveway.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
I'm going to write the next part soon. It'll be longer than the other two parts…I just put those in so that I could have some time to gather stuff for the next part. Oh, and I need some help, can anybody think of a good person who could be the actual one who called on the dark forces? I need somebody that's a character in the book, it would be easier than making up one…Help!!! Oh, and another question, how many blood witches needed to be there as witnesses in the stripping of powers ceremony thingy???