Elizabeth
I... couldn't think. Couldn't move. I was terrified because I couldn't stop myself. I had no control over my own body. I carried the unconscious girl to a sinister-looking chair, with cuffs for a person's wrists, ankles, and waist. I didn't want to put her in that seat. I tried to stop, but the pain that resisting caused was too much. It numbed my mind, leaving it defenseless to the screams of the little girl. I put her down and strapped her in.
She was coming around. I stepped away as she blinked. Her fingernails grew into claws, and she let out an enraged scream that echoed painfully in my ears. The sound mixed with that of the younger girl, both screaming at me.
I wanted to cover my ears, or at least scream with them. However, I couldn't scream, couldn't move, unless the girl told me, and I knew that she wouldn't give in to my pleas. So, as the screams rang in my ears, I was left to allow my sanity to slowly trickle away, leaving only the emptiness that showed on my face.
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The Demon's Angel
FanfictionKurt Wagner is a normal teenage boy, or at least normal for a circus acrobat. He loves to run, joke with his sister, Amanda, and read. He's a devout Catholic. There's just one tiny detail missing: he's blue. When his demonic looks get him in trouble...
