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The girl watched the flames erupt, and a twisted grin played at the edges of her lips. "Deal with the pain, Mika. Embrace it. For joining me on this mission will etch the pain into your soul, proving that you once lived."
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The girl looked up. "Jadyn. Midnight's best friend, yes. And Aric, yes, I remember his name. He loved Midnight, yes?""And I want revenge for Jadyn and Aric." Scar hissed, then realized what he said. Growling, he walked into the nearby shadows.
"Yes to both. I have already told you too much about me." Scar growled. "Are we moving on or what?"The girl looked up. "Jadyn. Midnight's best friend, yes. And Aric, yes, I remember his name. He loved Midnight, yes?"
"Someone's got a temper, eh?" The girl grinned. "If you're joining me, come with me. Come to the place where the pain is forever etched into your soul as proof that you once lived - for there is a slim chance of survival." She turned on the heel of her stiletto boots, with that same captivating swing to her walk (that she was unaware of), she begun to head into the darkness, the clacking of her boots echoing, and the crackle of the flames lingering even as she left. She grinned to herself. "Yes. Slim, very slim." She whispered, grinning evilly."Yes to both. I have already told you too much about me." Scar growled. "Are we moving on or what?"
Scar followed her silently, his face forever hidden in the shadows of his hood. Unknown to the others, he also wore a mask, to make sure that his face wasn't seen. He shoved his black-gloved hands into his pockets, his steps almost soundless with the help of his converse. He paid no attention to how pretty the girl was, as he swore to himself that he would form no emotional attachments in honor of his missing family. He seemed completely emotionless and felt no pain. He'd felt too much for the little things people threatened him with to scare him now."Someone's got a temper, eh?" The girl grinned. "If you're joining me, come with me. Come to the place where the pain is forever etched into your soul as proof that you once lived - for there is a slim chance of survival." She turned on the heel of her stiletto boots, with that same captivating swing to her walk (that she was unaware of), she begun to head into the darkness, the clacking of her boots echoing, and the crackle of the flames lingering even as she left. She grinned to herself. "Yes. Slim, very slim." She whispered, grinning evilly.
She kept her gaze on the endless blackness before her. Her rifles hung over her shoulder, she seemed to have no trouble carrying both on one shoulder. She brushed her black hair behind her ear, and it was noticable that her nails were also a flat black. She looked downward as she walked, a small grin capturing her lips again. The nights breeze overtook the forest, blowing her hair slightly to reveal the small, evil grin upon her face. It soon faded, although she still seemed amused.Scar followed her silently, his face forever hidden in the shadows of his hood. Unknown to the others, he also wore a mask, to make sure that his face wasn't seen. He shoved his black-gloved hands into his pockets, his steps almost soundless with the help of his converse. He paid no attention to how pretty the girl was, as he swore to himself that he would form no emotional attachments in honor of his missing family. He seemed completely emotionless and felt no pain. He'd felt too much for the little things people threatened him with to scare him now.