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Post by Pete on Feb 27, 2008 16:01:37 GMT -5
Confused. Underestimated. Betrayed. All of these feelings ran through him as the events unfolded, some stronger than others, but overall, a pain deep down inside. He could do nothing but sit and watch intently as the tall robed figure descended, wings aloft and sword in hand. Blinding light and soft musical tones pulsated from his form, there was no mistake, he was an angel. No doubt here to rid the earth of Auron... to save the day. There was the problem with being the good guy. There's always another three right behind you, all after the same thing. There is no second place. Reality hit him like an earth shattering blow to the stomach. And what little pride he had left. There was no need for him anymore. Standing to his feet, he almost laughed at the irony... Pete always did laugh at the whole "They grow up so fast..." thing. Namir was a fully fledged werewolf... she didn't need a babysitter, she had Jarrod. Pete had been replaced, apparently she had a new guardian angel now, one more suited for the job. He had always hoped that she might have cared for him as he had for her. Seemed as if he was on a never ending path of disappointment and failure. Gathering what tiny bit of dignity he had left, he started for the hole in the wall. The only thing that marked his departure was the cloud of sand he left behind. He didn't think letting go would be this hard... she would be fine after all. He ran like a wounded animal. More irony... after all, thats what he was.
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Post by Auron on Feb 27, 2008 21:47:33 GMT -5
Auron continue to lose control. The angel was drawing him out, calling him. His words hissed into his mind of ancient tongues and he knew he had no hope. He was being uprooted like a nasty weed only to be carelessly tossed aside by the unforgiving gardener. As the words got more fierce in his head he began to be pulled from her chest, bit by bit, the pressure continued to build with every passing second. Auron groaned against its power. Screaming and writhing against the words, against the feeling that was killing his head like his brain was melting and pouring out of his ears. With a sickening crack he flew from Namir's chest. The sparce, tight emaciated form of a demon flew quickly across the room. He passed right by the kneeling angel with a raised hand and a lowered head, and for a brief second caught a glimpse of Namir behind him as he spun in mid air. Thump. He stopped suddenly, trapped by an unforeseen cage. Auron began to look around the small container, he screamed in rage, and began to throw himself against the glass walls of the jar. He growled and shook, glowering with hatred at the outside world. They had played the cheating card, the dirty creatures, the card under the table.
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Post by Jarrod on Feb 27, 2008 22:35:40 GMT -5
Jarrod could only watch in horrified fascination as the demon was exorcised from his beloved. The angel, blazing in glory, was speaking in some tongue he did not know, and yet deep down Jarrod felt that it was the most ancient and pure of languages. A crack like a whip signaled the emergence of the demon, and Jarrod was barely able to catch him in the jar and screw on the lid in the seconds the black thing flew across the room. With wide eyes and disgusted expression, Jarrod could not help inspecting the ugly thing. It was blacker than sin, for it was sin itself, and ugly as the hearts of the unsaved. The eyes, the haunting evil eyes, glared at him like pinpoints of pure wrath as the small creature fought against its prison. Holding tight, though he wanted nothing more than to drop it and run, Jarrod looked at the angel, bewildered. "Why glass?" was all he could manage to ask out of his dry throat. He was still in shock at the events that transpired, though all this had taken only a few minutes. Oh how Jarrod wanted to take Namir in his arms, to assure her it would be okay. But he didn't dare let go of the jar. And it was then that he realized Pete was nowhere to be seen. That could not bode well.
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Post by Soren on Feb 28, 2008 8:33:34 GMT -5
Soren's shoulders became lax as the demon was pulled from his sister's chest. The flames died down in time with his temper. The angel took a few deep breaths and silently prayed of thanks. He needed a few seconds to calm down. Soren's eyelids fluttered down over his grey eyes. His breathing was rhythmic and slowing as he pulled his head up from its resting place on his mighty sword's golden hilt. Slowly the angel stood, now calm. "Glass is harder for the demon to escape from. He's not strong enough to have any powers to get out of a mason jar." Soren answered to Jarrod. He couldn't help but be a little skeptical of him, but knew he had to keep a poker face and accept him as his sister's... whatever he was. His job was to take care of her, and if these punks couldn't do it right they might feel a little taste of God's wrath. Even three years of separation and being an angel hadn't drove the protectiveness from him. "Besides, we need to make sure we can see him. Demons are nasty little clever things." Soren looked around, hadn't there been another lycan here...? Where was Pete? His eyes roved around the room but couldn't seem to find him. Soren glanced over to his sister, Namir obviously hadn't noticed yet. That couldn't be good. He knew how much Pete meant to her, and deep inside he knew the feelings that she had for him but they were different than what she and Jarrod possessed. Oh the tangled webs we weave...
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Post by Namir Black on Feb 28, 2008 8:53:56 GMT -5
Namir smiled as emotions overwhelmed her. Soren... Her eyes began to tingle and sting with tears welling up in them. Blood rushed to her cheeks in a blush of happiness. Even though he was only five or six feet away from her she couldn't stop herself. She began to run as fast as she could. So happy yet afraid at the same time that he would disappear, she had to touch him, had to feel him or else she would only later convince herself that this was a dream. Namir threw her arms around Soren and squeezed as tight as she could. That was the clincher, she could no longer hold back the tears that now rolled down her blushed cheeks and stained them. Even if Jarrod was right there, he could almost only be second best to Soren at this moment. All of her boys were here, everyone she ever cared about, with the exception of the demon in the jar. She peeled her face from his chest for a second. Wait... where was Pete? "....Pete?" she called, wiping a tear from her face. Only silence and the sound of her own crying were her answer. "Pete, stop kidding around. Where are you?" No answer. She looked from Soren's face to Jarrod's. "Where's Pete?" Auron was in the jar, so she knew he couldn't have run off with him. The tears came harder, not even expecting an answer from either of them. Why would he leave me... her mind sobbed.
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Post by Jarrod on Feb 28, 2008 17:19:11 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled lopsidedly at the happy reunion. It must be hard losing a brother, for the two were obviously close. He wished that he could make Soren stay, but he was an angel. Angels could not stay with the ones they loved forever, especially not if they were fighting demons. Speaking of demons....the black thing in the jar writhed and cursed at them, the hideous face contorting in grimaces of rage. It made him uneasy to hold it, though the thick jar separated them. It was then that he, too, noticed the disappearance of Pete. His green eyes flew to the recently created hold in the porch. There were a few footsteps, then a dash of sand. Pete had run off, it seemed, at great speeds. "I'll go find him," he said, not wanting to break up the angel and his love. "Just....well...what should I do with this?" His handsome face was bewildered. Jarrod had no idea what to do with the horrible thing in the jar, and he certainly didn't want it to escape again.
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Post by Pete on Feb 28, 2008 21:06:53 GMT -5
Thoughts raced in his head as he jetted down the sandy beach, past the dock and into the forest beyond. He wove his way through the trees deeper and deeper into the woods until he thought they wouldn't be able to find him. Pete's breathes came in short, quick gasps, although he wasn't fatigued from his escape. He couldn't stop moving, it was as if he were keeping himself afloat in the water, if he stopped, he might never make it back to the surface. He smashed his fist into the nearest tree, splitting the skin... he felt nothing. He slumped against the sturdy trunk, and began to sob. He didn't know what else to do.
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Post by Soren on Mar 1, 2008 10:51:40 GMT -5
Soren wrapped his arms around his sister in a warm and long awaited welcome. He stroked her hair as she cried into his robes. The angel hugged Namir as hard as she hugged him, returning every ounce of love. He knew how hard it was for her to be with out him, they had been inseparable all of their lives and never had been the twins that couldn't stand each other, they reveled in the closeness and knew each other's every mood. Whenever she would cry, he would be the only one who could console her, with a few strums of his guitar and soothing words he cured her depression. Soren didn't know Pete, and he was afraid to go after him would be awkward for the lycan, not to mention for himself. He nodded to Jarrod, "You go." His grey eyes wavered down to the demon in the jar. "I know someone who could use that...." Soren knew of a vampire who could use the demon and keep him locked up for expiramentation. If Auron was no longer around he wouldn't be able to hurt Namir or her new family. "I'll take care of that, go find him. I'll be of any assistance if you need it." He bowed his head briefly to Jarrod and smiled broadly on lifting his chin. Reluctantly he let go of his blubbering sister with one hand and took the jar in his own. He thought to Jarrod as lycans secretly communicated, "Thank you, Jarrod. You're a good man... but if you can't find him, tell me. It would only upset her more if you told her first." Namir shuddered in his arms and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, not caring about the soaked spot of his robe from his sisters mournful tears. It was still her, and they were together again. He could fix it.
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Post by Jarrod on Mar 2, 2008 14:18:37 GMT -5
Relinquishing the jar, Jarrod listened to the magnificent angel's words. It still unnerved him, the speaking without words lycan mind thing, but slowly he was getting used to it. Still, he liked to use his voice instead of his mind. Nodding, he took one last look at the happy siblings reunited for now. It would be hard, he knew, for them to separate once more. But it was no doubt a necessary thing. After all, Soren was an angel and could not stay with her forever. It was time to let go. Slipping out through the second door they had created, Jarrod looked down at the sand. It still held traces of the departure of Pete, but slowly that was being eradicated by the ever shifting sands. Letting the grainy land shift beneath his toes, Jarrod looked around, his sea green eyes looking for any sign of the younger lycan. But there was nothing to be seen. Still unsure if mental communication would work, Jarrod began a tried and true method. "Pete!" he called, the crashing waves hissing at his back. Jogging down the beach, he kept calling. Hopefully Pete would respond. Hopefully he could find him.
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