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Post by Envy on Aug 29, 2007 12:23:10 GMT -5
"Alright, fine," he mumbled, watching her. "What would you like for me to do, then? Attempt to swim in the stream?"
Apocalypse knew well enough that attempting that would be like suicide, because it was more like tar than water. But he wasn't really seeing or hearing her -- he was looking straight through her into the events that had already played before his eyes. Ones he'd never be able to forget.
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Post by Allie on Aug 29, 2007 12:59:44 GMT -5
"You're impossible," she almost shouted at him. She strted to cross the spring. Muttering how mad she was. A black tear ran down her cheeck, leaving a black stain on her peach hued face. Her foot got caught into the back guck. She coulnd't get it out, but didn't call for him.
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Post by Envy on Aug 29, 2007 14:01:42 GMT -5
He snorted, regarding her pathetic state. "And since I'm impossible, what're you?" he called, without compassion or care. Differences, deceit, betrayal. Life was all these and more, and he still had the undying notion the world had let him down. His family, the town, the sky... but he found he could not blame her, as she knew not he existed until rather recently.
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Post by Allie on Aug 29, 2007 15:33:39 GMT -5
She didn't answer him, now, the guck was at her mid thigh area, and getting higher on her leg. It started to wrap itself around her other leg as she tried to get the first one out.
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Post by Envy on Aug 29, 2007 20:55:23 GMT -5
Sighing, he grumbled out a few words before thinking of doing anything. "Stand still and stop struggling," he commanded to her, though did not wait for her to comply before snapping his fingers, causing ice to form around the muck tar water that was trying to engulf her. With another snap, the ice shattered, the substance removed from her legs, though more began to pour over and seemed to try to flow toward her.
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Post by Allie on Aug 30, 2007 10:44:17 GMT -5
She got out. "Thanks," she muttered. She was still angry with him. She went to a tree and leaned against it. Not speaking another word to him. She was deliberating about if she should go back to the stream or not. Should she forget that she ever met him, not not.
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Post by Envy on Sept 1, 2007 13:39:45 GMT -5
He didn't reply to her, merely walked past her on her way to leaning against one of the trees. His patience and interest were growing dim, and he toyed with his powers a bit. A tiny sprout emerged from the ground were he stared, formed completely of ice, and he watched it grow into a large tree with low and high hung branches.
Perching on the lowest branch, he welcome the cold chills that shot through his veins as he, Apocalypse, shut his eyes on the world.
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Post by Allie on Sept 2, 2007 9:53:53 GMT -5
How could we be playing with each other, kissing, hugging, being a couple, and all break that off, I might as well kill myself, or go back to the stream. Though killing myself will erase all those memories faster, easier. Or, I can cut myself, and not be able to wash it off, and he could kill me for me. She thought, at time she could remember anything she wanted to make her plans simple a brilliant. As she thought her power started to grow exponentially, and becoming too much, and soon, she dropped to her knees, out of control. Right after her knees hit the floor, her eyes closed and she toppled forward, passing out. Scrathes all over her face and hands, soon starting to bleed.
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Post by Envy on Sept 2, 2007 11:16:27 GMT -5
Glancing in the direction he had heard a light thud his icy orbs soon grew large as he stared in disbelief. "Holy hell!" was all he could exclaim as he jumped down onto the dusty earth, letting the tree he had so recently created shatter as he bolted over to Amara's side.
"Holy hell," Apocalypse muttered again, trying to fight his other half, the murderer side of him from the sight of her blood. As he dropped to his knees, his panic and blood lust grew. No, you can't kill. You haven't been killing. Stop thinking about it!
It was late to realize they had nothing to stop the bleeding or clean the wounds; no peroxide, iodine, not even salt. And, as a desperate action, he tore off some of his ivory T-shirt, balling it up and dabbing the cuts with it. Between this, he shook her slightly, willing her to get up before his mind snapped.
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Post by Allie on Sept 3, 2007 0:21:03 GMT -5
Her eyes, pupilless, started to open half way. "What happened?" She asked in a soft, yet frail and weak voice. "Apocalypse? Weren't we just--?" She felt the sting of her cheeks, she felt them, and looked at the blood. She wiped teh blood off with her sleeve. "Apocalypse, I'll be fine, go make sure you'll be safe," she said softly to him, though, really, she was quite confused at his sudden acts of help, even though they were mad at eachother just a few minutes before. Slowly, she used her powers to sart stitching herself together, using shadows as her thread.
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Post by Envy on Sept 3, 2007 12:34:14 GMT -5
Watching her a moment, he said in a slow, quiet breath, "I'll be fine, just need to fight it..."--the hand that did not contain the crimson stained cloth pressed over his eye and temple--"but will you, completely?" His pulse was throbbing through every vein, but he fought down his murderer side. She needed to be somewhere safe -- and not in death, either. Apocalypse took his actions quickly, which basically meant he barely thought about what he was doing. This was another case.
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Post by Allie on Sept 3, 2007 17:12:43 GMT -5
She kissed him on the cheek and sighed. "I'll be fine," she said closing her lavender eyes, her black lips forming to make a weak smile. She started to clean the excess blood from her cheeks, her shadow stitches didn't bleed. And all that was bloodly was her hands.
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Post by Envy on Sept 3, 2007 18:38:03 GMT -5
"If you say so," Apocalypse replied wearily, waiting for her to sit up and prove to him she was really fine. It made no sense to him, why he felt attracted to her, yet kept hurting her all the same. What also made no sense was why he had such a hard time controlling his other half. It wasn't really even a half, it was just a rushing urge to kill, to slaughter. "Are you able to stand?"
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Post by Allie on Sept 3, 2007 18:59:07 GMT -5
She sat up. "I'll be fine," she said standing up. She started to sway and wobble. She soon steadied herself, somewhat. "I'm fine." She smiled cheerfully. How long will I be able to keep these lies going? How long until I'm finally ready to let go, and see if he follows? She asked herself.
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Post by Envy on Sept 4, 2007 17:57:53 GMT -5
Apocalypse set a hand on her shoulder in case she started swaying again. "I highly doubt that," he told her, softly but firmly to make his disbelieving clear. "Lay down, Amara. Maybe it'll help you some." He didn't think it really would help in any way, but it was worth a shot. Anything to ease the tension that still ran in his blood.
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