by bunnygirle78 » Tue Oct 22, 2002 10:23 pm
The dool fell forward, crawling towards Herzard slowly. Its head swayed from side to side. Arund them the small pices of cloth began to wrigel and move, each pice coming to life. And each peace began to slowly move, slowly move back towards the dool.
Sudenly, the doll began to stand as the cloth began to reform its legs and body. And as Herzard watched this an voice, deep and menicing came from deep within the doll.
"My master sumoned me to play,
I can not wait around all day.
Come hear papa let us dance,
I shall show no way or chance.
Come now papa let us dance."
The dolls arms swayed back and forth. And as it did another voice came to Herzard.
"Yes it will hunt you till I see fit to make it stop." It was the voice of the jestor. "But count yourself lucky. It will be over for you very soon. For the more I move out of range the more weeker it will become."
(Wills part)
Wills head fell forward, his brow was drenched with sweat. Around him, they stood. Each chanting, each of them sending out their power. Will could feel them, crawling into his mind, pulling him away, pulling his soul.
Will screamed out and closed his eyes, for a moment the men all grimised and one fell to the floorm, only to be replaced by antoher.
"You. . can not . . make me. . .do. ." Will said with difacutly.
Behind the chanting men three hooded figures stood.
"Stupid boy, shall you ever know the truth. We will break you soon. And soon you will get us what we want."
"Your brother has big ambitions." Another said.
"And when he takes the amtions to the next level we want to be prepared."
Will lifted his head, his eyes heavy.
"Serie. . .I . . .wont help you. . . .SERIE!" Will screamed. His mind was breaking, pain rose trhew his body, and as it did. Something within him broke. His body went slack as his head lifted.
"Finaly," the men said.
Will smiled cruley as his head lifted. A hard and evil look filled his eyes.
"My master holds the token, who shall this be?"
The men laughed as the chanters fell to there knees.
"I hold the token," said the man in blue robes. "And you shall folow me. Behold."
(Illias part)
"I am going to kick the crap out of each and every person who contrubuted to this pile of cloths.
(Series part)
"WILL!" Serie shouted and stoped walking. Cauzing Sourne to freze. Serie fell to her knees and then looked up slowly. She leaned on her staff as Sourne knelt down by her side.
"Something realy realy bad, has happened to Will." She said slowly.