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"Whoa!" The projection laughed as Arthur shoved it against the wall, glaring into its face. "Careful there!"
"Leave her alone!" Arthur spat. Inside, he wished he didn't sound so desperately trite. The projection raised an eyebrow, and put his arms up to push Arthur away. Arthur lashed out, aiming a punch. The projection dodged, causing the Point Man's fist to slam into the wall.
Furious, Arthur reached for him, but the projection had moved round, aiming a round house kick. Caught off guard, Arthur staggered, only to find his legs suddenly kicked out from under him. He collapsed on the floor, and quickly pushed himself up. The projection was moving back towards Ariadne, who was moving backwards, her face contorted with fear.
Furious, Arthur jumped on the projection's back, looking his arm around his neck. Choking slightly, the projection began to bang on Arthur's elbow, trying to dislodge it. Arthur grimaced, and merely pulled tighter and harder. The projection began to squirm, and tried to rip at his arm.
Arthur kept pulling, refusing to give in. Suddenly, he felt a sharp, painful pinch on his thigh, and gasping, started to release his grip. The projection took advantage, turning sharply to cause Arthur to hit the floor, hard. He shoved off his arm, getting up, and proceeding to deliver a kick to the abdomen. Arthur gasped, and bent over, clutching at himself.
The projection smirked, and got up, moving over to where Ariadne was standing, her face rigid. It leaned in, and began to stroke her face. "Come on." Before she could move, it began to wrestle her down, onto the bed, forcing her to lie flat. Smiling, it began to unbutton her shirt, making a soft, cooing noise as it did so.
Arthur began to sit upright, painfully aware of how his ears were ringing. He turned. The projection was virtually on top of Ariadne, leaning over, nearly pressing its face into her neck. "Oh, Ariadne," it whispered. "Oh..."
Ariadne murmured, trying to push up with her hands. It responded by grabbing her wrists, and pushing them down. "No," it said, almost soothingly. "Not now." It began to trace down her body. "Oh, look at all this...look at all this fat..."
"Please stop," Ariadne whispered. The projection smirked, cruelly.
"You really think he wants you? When he sees this?" It was tracing its hands over her body. As Arthur watched, he saw with horror that her ribs were becoming more prominent, and her stomach more sunken. He shivered, and shook his head. "He doesn't want you - not when you're like this. Its revolting, fat, flabby..."
Arthur turned, and noticed a bag. Picking it up, he moved over to the projection. It was now practically lying on top of her. Arthur flicked the bag open.
"I'm sure he grabs handfuls at night." The projection shook its head, as though sorrowfully. "He lies there, wishing he was with someone else, someone thinner, someone prettier, more attentive to his needs-"
Arthur sprung, shoving the bag over the projection's head, and beginning to pull it off Ariadne. The Architect began to sit up, her face drained of colour. Arthur looked at her.
"Ariadne! RUN!"
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