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Post by icefire on Feb 24, 2012 23:58:41 GMT -5
She was already off in dreamland, nudging brain-dead people back when she needed to. Scarlet was halfway down the alleyway splitting off from Ari's little culdesac, when she was ambushed by the acrid smell of death and rotting flesh. Suddenly, for what seemed to be the seventh time that day, everything became very real. But it wasn't just Tempest, it was this whole situation.
They were in the beginning of apocalyptic mayhem, things were going to get drastic and fast. She had murdered so many innocent people that just happened to get sick. Her eyes widened at the murderous detail, and she frowned. This disease may have destroyed Tempest, but these people were innocent. However, just as soon as the section in the cloud parted, it closed.
Tempest was still dead, and it was her fault. And that gave her bloodlust.
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