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Stubborn Persistence His body had stopped responding. He knew that he wouldn't even be able to clench a fist, let alone throw a punch. A primal scream of pain and rage escaped his lips as he sank down to his knees, then collapsed to the floor. There was nothing he could do to save himself.
As the life drained from his body, the world around him grew dark. He could hardly even see his murderer's face anymore, which sharpened his rage even more. Not that it did him any good; it was just one more weapon he couldn't use. Finally, that darkness engulfed everything except for the mocking laughter of his murderer.
And then, almost superimposed over the black void, was a message for him:
His pent up anger had been... well, pent up long enough. Gathering all of his fury into one arm, Kairu chucked the video game controller across the room as hard as he co
Faint Hope, Part 2 "There he is."
The words rung in Aisuno's mind. Whoever these people were, they had come looking for him. If only Ukida had been here, she could handle this situation. But she wasn't, and that's all there was to it. He rose up on shaky legs, trying to stand at his full height. But even if the effort hadn't brought on another wave of dizziness and pain, it would have been difficult; there was no denying that he was afraid.
"Take it easy, kid," the man from before said. "You don't look so good. Maybe you should lie down for a bit."
Even in the all-encompassing darkness, Aisuno could tell that the man was closing the distance between them. He let out a startled cry and attempted to retreat from the approaching figure, but only succeeding in dropping himself butt-first in the grass.
The man laughed heartily. "My friends and I were look
Being Careful Jozeth was tucked back in an alley between two large shops. The street was bustling with people, but no one paid any attention to him. No one ever did.
A pile of nondescript hair adorned his head, dark enough brown that it might have been black. His face was plain, entirely unremarkable - even his dull blue eyes were unassuming. It was these things that helped him be such a good pickpocket. Nothing helped you get away with something like your target not being able to pick you out from a crowd.
Now, that unremarkable face of his sported a joyous grin as he counted out golden coins from a pouch; Jozeth would be able to celebrate in style tonight. The pickpocket glanced down at the meager meal he had purchased earlier, a can of some supposedly edible substance that didn't even have any kind of label. It was all he could afford before this big score. But under the current circumstances, he might as we
Faint Hope Darkness. All around him was darkness. When he first opened his eyes, Aisuno was afraid that there was something wrong with him. He couldn't see anything more than when they had been closed - had he gone blind? But as his eyes slowly adjusted, he could see the trampled grass beneath his feet, even if just slightly. His eyes could just barely make out the shapes of the scene before him.
Something was touching his forehead - a strand of hair? He brushed at it reflexively with the back of his hand. But it was stubborn, and wouldn't come off. He scratched at it with his fingernails only to have a sharp pain jolt through his head. Wincing, he brought his hand close to his eyes, examining the substance beneath his fingernails. Dried blood, he guessed. When had he gotten injured? Some time ago, likely, if the blood from his wound had dried up.
He tried hard to remember what had happened before he had app
But It Was All In Fun, Right? Why hadn't he ever thought of this before? Technically, it wasn't kidnapping, since she wasn't really a person. All the same, she was certainly a valuable possession, and wasn't that what it was all about? What was the point of stealing something that no one would miss?
Rasgar congratulated himself again mentally, standing nonchalantly in front of the inn. He figured it wouldn't be too long before his victim would come out of the front door, no doubt realizing what he had lost. And then, once more, Rasgar's game would begin.
It was an agonzing eternity to the thief (about a half hour in reality) before his victim finally walked by. Aisuno, one of Rasgar's young traveling companions, looked even gloomier than he usually did. His feet dragged along the cobblestone road as though he bore a heavy weight. The dark circles under his eyes suggested that he hadn't slept well - maybe he had noticed what wa
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