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Ongoing18m
Last published Sat, Mar 25, 2017
Her hair was swept out of her eyes. Her left eye was purple and there was a piece of disgusting shrapnel stuck in her iris that made Quinn shiver, it was exempt of emotion. But her blue eye was drenched in excitement. Crazy excitement, as if she was ecstatic at the thought of ripping Quinn's head off her shoulders.
Then everything started to fog over. Piece by piece the dream like state she was in started to shatter. The walls broke apart, the floors wrenched open to reveal nothing but darkness. When the last piece finally broke, Quinn was back in her desk. Her face pale, and she was drenched in a cold sweat.
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Natalie Preston didn't sit up in bed, pull the covers with her and off of Jason, and scream into the night as if she were in a mixed level of consciousness and deep sleep. It was far far more intense than even that sort of horrendous nightmare. Her naked body, once upright, began to levitate up off the bed pulling the bed sheets along with her. Her eyes burned an amber fire, scorching the room with a mysterious cold fire that only effected what it touched on a psionic plane. Her vision left nothing actually burnt or charred. In addition Natalie's body began to radiate an intense amber glow that quickly illuminated the room into an eerie state of horrific noir. Rolling off the bed, careful not to touch her, Jason Connors moved toward the large bay window in order to shut the blinds. He could see Natalie's face, it was locked in an expression of painful rage as she was overcome by a silent scream she could not let loose into the night- the first phase of a foreign process that would over take their night as well as their lives for the foreseeable future.
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