Something's not right...

[heavenly_lij]

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[demon_marton]

*I've been following the little "Angel" Elijah for most of the day now...he seems to be all "aflutter" for some reason and even though I know he had nothing to do with my death....I'm still pissed as hell! He seems to be flying with intent now...looking for something or....someone! Sean Astin! and Oh good Holy Hell...Sean's just been shot and...wait..wait just a fucking minute...he was along that day surfing too...well fuck him then...*

*Materializing in front of Elijah*

*Standing tall and broad with my hands on my hips*

Is the fucker dead yet?

[heavenly_lij]

*I turn quickly at the harsh words being spoken, wiping tears from my eyes and se... what... couldn't be, Marton? But... I haven't seen him /anywhere/ the whole time I've been upstairs. Oh god.. does that mean what I /think/ it means then?*

M-marton? H-hey... Marton... help me... please? Sean's been shot... help me. He's dying, mate.

[demon_marton]

*sneers*

Like you fuckers helped me? Helped me die is what you fucking did...

*My arms drop to my sides and my hands curl into fists*

I think it's time you and I had a little alone time Elijah...

*reaching down I grab your arm*

I haven't had a chance to thank you properly for getting me dead!

[heavenly_lij]

WHAT? *I shriek out* Marton, it was an accident! Who knew that was going to happen, man? We fucking cried our eyes out for days we felt so bad! I'm so sorry, I really am.. but God, I... if there's any way we could have known, we...

*wrenching myself out of your grip*

Hey... come on, man... Sean... we have to help him! Marty! Please!!

[demon_taker]

Oh look, a pet boy.

*smirks*

[urban_demon]

*eyes gleam evilly*

Oooh he's so pretty...

[heavenly_lij]

*shackled and chained, I raise just my eyes to see two new demons approach.*

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[urban_demon]

*smirks*

Very pretty!!

[heavenly_lij]

*I lick my lips and look side to side, as if there was a way for me to get out of this place? Right. But I don't like the way this guy's looking at me. My heart starts to race again.*