Dream - 002
Warnings: Violence/death(sort of)
Effects:(Optional) Loss
A.B.A could feel the breath being choked out of her by thick strands of hair that wove themselves around her neck long ago. They never relented their assault and, try as she might, she just doesn't have the strength to yank them away.
Where was Paracelsus? Why couldn't she feel his chain in her hand any longer?
The moment A.B.A started to scan her surroundings for the familiar face of the key, the makeshift weapon around her neck tightened even worse to the point of causing a strained noise to escape from her lips.
"You're wasting your time searching for the demon axe," a voice spoke closeby. It dragged A.B.A's attention to a tall woman clothed in blue and white. Her hair long and blonde that traveled all the way to the thick strands around A.B.A's neck.
"You no longer possessed the strength he needed," she went onto say. "How could he want you after such a pitiful display?"
A.B.A couldn't believe her husband would leave her in such a way. It was merely a trick by this woman and she snarled, yanking even harder on the blonde hair to try and get free. Her fight only had the woman laughing.
"Go ahead and tire yourself out. See what good it does you." The woman stepped closer just as the blonde hair seperated to grab hold of A.B.A's wrists and ankles, lifting the struggling girl up.
A.B.A tried to pull at each loop of hair that had her tied, hoping to cause damage to the woman's scalp. But, she didn't even flinch. Her own breaths were coming out ragged at how much fight she had been putting up so far, but she refused to stay still. Not when the enemy continued to draw closer and placed one hand on the key that was settld in her head.
"You're putting much more of a fight than I thought you would, but I'll see to it that it ends soon. Now, just go to sleep." With the help of another loop of hair, the woman yanked on the head of the key with her hand. It resisted while the body connected to it jerked, but it started to give way. Skull fractured and brain damaged, but the woman gave little care.
All A.B.A could see was darkness.
[A.B.A sits up from her bed where a few school books are still opened around her. Her hands are quick to move to the key embedded in her head, touching it just to make sure that it's still there while her frightened eyes roam around the room. There's no one there, but she keeps protective hands on the key anyway while paying no attention to the fact her phone is on]
Effects:(Optional) Loss
A.B.A could feel the breath being choked out of her by thick strands of hair that wove themselves around her neck long ago. They never relented their assault and, try as she might, she just doesn't have the strength to yank them away.
Where was Paracelsus? Why couldn't she feel his chain in her hand any longer?
The moment A.B.A started to scan her surroundings for the familiar face of the key, the makeshift weapon around her neck tightened even worse to the point of causing a strained noise to escape from her lips.
"You're wasting your time searching for the demon axe," a voice spoke closeby. It dragged A.B.A's attention to a tall woman clothed in blue and white. Her hair long and blonde that traveled all the way to the thick strands around A.B.A's neck.
"You no longer possessed the strength he needed," she went onto say. "How could he want you after such a pitiful display?"
A.B.A couldn't believe her husband would leave her in such a way. It was merely a trick by this woman and she snarled, yanking even harder on the blonde hair to try and get free. Her fight only had the woman laughing.
"Go ahead and tire yourself out. See what good it does you." The woman stepped closer just as the blonde hair seperated to grab hold of A.B.A's wrists and ankles, lifting the struggling girl up.
A.B.A tried to pull at each loop of hair that had her tied, hoping to cause damage to the woman's scalp. But, she didn't even flinch. Her own breaths were coming out ragged at how much fight she had been putting up so far, but she refused to stay still. Not when the enemy continued to draw closer and placed one hand on the key that was settld in her head.
"You're putting much more of a fight than I thought you would, but I'll see to it that it ends soon. Now, just go to sleep." With the help of another loop of hair, the woman yanked on the head of the key with her hand. It resisted while the body connected to it jerked, but it started to give way. Skull fractured and brain damaged, but the woman gave little care.
All A.B.A could see was darkness.
[A.B.A sits up from her bed where a few school books are still opened around her. Her hands are quick to move to the key embedded in her head, touching it just to make sure that it's still there while her frightened eyes roam around the room. There's no one there, but she keeps protective hands on the key anyway while paying no attention to the fact her phone is on]