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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 4, 2007 2:48:15 GMT -5
She still had the mindset that it was set out to kill her, but didn't struggle or fight it- she didn't have the will or strength to.
The cars in the stands roared, gleeful that it seemed to accept her as it's next meal.
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Post by fierano on May 4, 2007 3:00:59 GMT -5
This is a dream...it shouldn't really hurt... the demon thought as it finished tearing apart the chains. Now...it was time to "consume" the prey...though he just "needed somewhere away from the crowds.
He bit down on what he figured was a non-vital area and started to throw her around...but generally in the direction of the tunnel.
((Better let this rest for now. z.=.z Should be 3 AM there, no?))
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 4, 2007 3:04:02 GMT -5
(Yes. But I probably won't be on tomorrow morning; dad needs the car all day, and I might be getting my neck fixed. Will be back tomorrow night, though. Night y'all!)
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 4, 2007 23:03:41 GMT -5
(Sorry I'm late- was at my great-grandmother's.)
Being a dream, the real Anastasia would feel nothing. But that didn't prevent her dream self from reacting appropriately.
She cried out at the bite, but managed to keep silent while being tossed. She was looking forward to the end of everything, but that didn't make it any less painful.
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 0:06:31 GMT -5
With well-placed bites and less-than-well-placed tosses, the demon started to fling Anastasia in different directions...generally converging on the second tunnel.
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 5, 2007 0:19:26 GMT -5
More hollering on the crowd's behalf, mainly encouraging it to finish her off. Some began to get impatient- they had come to see oil; not a game of one-car frisbee.
Anastasia, meanwhile, let herself be tossed around like a ragdoll, neglecting to even move after each attack. By all means, she should have been dead moments after her engine was ripped out, but it seemed fate had a more painful end in mind.
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 0:25:20 GMT -5
The demon bit down again, this time hitting a rather nice vein and causing quite the spurt of oil.
This is not good... it added, before tossing her again, the oil glimmering in the air as she flew. The tunnel was near...but not near enough.
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 5, 2007 0:38:06 GMT -5
The crowd roared. Surely it would enter an oillust and tear her to shreds now!
She choked back a pained groan at the punctured vein. Why didn't it just kill her now?...
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 0:48:22 GMT -5
The demon had thrown her quite close to the tunnel entrance, but it wasn't quite ready to make off with her yet. Instead, it slowly moved in for the final bite, and took it. With Annie stationary, he (hoped he'd) found the right spot for a "sleeper" bite that would knock her unconscious (and leave a nice pool of oil in the process.
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 5, 2007 1:00:27 GMT -5
Having kept her eyes closed throughout the entire thing, she didn't see the bite coming. But with the sudden crunch of metal her entire frame tensed, a pained "Nnn!..." escaping her as she grimaced. She didn't feel anything after that.
Loud cheers came from the crowd and they began to chant of ripping her apart. Let the dismemberment begin!
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 1:07:13 GMT -5
At that moment, the demon was afraid...if it had killed her here...there was a good (per se) chance that it had killed her in real life, and this dream would not end well.
Annie...ANNIE!?
Without letting go of its bite, the demon turned around and reversed into the tunnel, letting out a few dissatisfied snarls as it withdrew into the darkness.
"The creature is not yet satisfied!" came an announcement as it withdrew into the tunnel. "Bring out the next sacrifice!"
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 5, 2007 1:20:54 GMT -5
Although she wished it, her death was not to be. Her sides- damaged from being tossed around and bitten- expanded and contracted with each quick, shallow breath.
With the announcement of another victim, the spectators went wild again, throwing various objects. In a tunnel in the opposite side of the stadium, a cage was moved towards the bars, which were lifted before the door of the cage was opened. With the noticable sound of a jolt of electricity- as well as some foul language- a boxy green Buick shot out onto the track.
(As if getting eaten by a combine wasn't enough... Have fun if you want. :3)
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 1:29:35 GMT -5
"Annie...please...don't die..." the demon pleaded, as it put a tire on her wheelarch and muttered something unintelligible. It wasn't something that would cost her eternal soul...but the roar of the crowd meant his own "soul" would pay if it didn't please them.
It turned around and saw what appeared to be a lime green 80s GNX shooting past the tunnel.
And then it smiled devilishly, no pun intended.
"Annie...if you can...turn around...you're going to love thissssss..." it said, before it raced out of the tunnel to pursue Chick Hicks.
((Brb. Lunch.))
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Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on May 5, 2007 1:40:11 GMT -5
Although her dream self was unresponsive, the real Anastasia would be able to see what happened next. A sick sense of justice, it seemed, but dreams weren't always supposed to make sense.
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Post by fierano on May 5, 2007 2:21:58 GMT -5
The demon quickly caught up with Chick, and smiled enough that Chick was actually spooked when he looked into his rear-views.
"What the-" "Hello...Chick..." "Who the hell are you?" "Your....worssssssssssst...nightmare."
Without another word, the demon launched into a tackle that spun the GNX out and sent him hurtling into the tunnel in such a way (and speed) that he very nearly snapped in half upon hitting the edge of the tunnel wall.
"Who...ggrrgh...who are you!? Really?!" Chick pleaded... "Anastasia's...sssssspecial....friend..." it replied, as it opened its jaws. "No...No...NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
((You can imagine the "gory" details from there. >D))
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