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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:22 pm
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His head hurt.
And not just a little, either. There was a sharp pressure building inside of his skull that seemed to want to cave in his thoughts, make them explode with a loud buzzing noise, and with a great deal of effort Gale opened his eyes.
The noise which he had equated to buzzing earlier turned out to be voices - lots of them, all around him, and Gale blinked blearily awake, shifting.
Clang.
His foot had hit something hard and metallic. Jolting upwards, Gale twisted around frantically, suddenly wide awake, trying to move and figure out where he was -
- and then he wished he hadn't.
He was in a cage - and there were hunters. In fact, there were a great deal of hunters, almost all of the trainees he was used to seeing on a daily basis.
Gale felt panic rising in his throat. Hastily he scrambled backwards, but ran into a slight obstacle - which happened to be one Wilson Hopkins, who had just stumble-crawled into unintentionally.
"Wilson?" he asked, just a familiar voice from the cage next to his filtered through his thoughts.
"Bix, is that you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:22 pm
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Jerry gaped at Wash, his face trembling in the candle light. "She... she what?" His voice was hoarse.
He was too late.
They were all too late and they where all captured and oh <********," Jerry whirled around, his breathing deep, his expression less than amused, "If you'd SHUT UP for five seconds we could think about this."
She was dead. Killed a thousand times over, tortured, tortured in front of Wash....
He turned back to the cringing man, his grip on Wash's shoulder tightening. "Where is she now? What... what happened? In..." Details were flooding back, dimly and ebbing and flowing, but there all the same, "In the illusion we were in, they said... they said something about a fight-" Had they been fishing him facts? Or was it more games? Was there any continuity in their game?
Did it even matter?
Sasha was gone. Tortured and gone, as far as he could tell.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:45 pm
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