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Jul. 14th, 2006 01:59 pmBlessings on this journey.
The nun's mouth contorts to reveal unnaturally pointed teeth, and blood wells in her glowing eyes and drips down her face as the edges of her habit start to burn.
She gets closer and closer, and within seconds there's nothing left of her but all that fire and the fierce glow of those eyes.
Beth wakes with a cry of panic, and for a minute, she's disoriented as hell and can only pick up on the fact that she's not in St. Bernadette's.
I'm back?
It's just this one tiny little hopeful flicker, but she knows she's not back at the bar the instant she looks around. She's on a wheeled bed and (Where are my goddamn clothes?) she's in some kind of flimsy gown but at least it doesn't fall open at the front or back.
And there's Hero, right next to her.
"Where..." It looks like they're in some kind of dungeon. "Where are we?"
The nun's mouth contorts to reveal unnaturally pointed teeth, and blood wells in her glowing eyes and drips down her face as the edges of her habit start to burn.
She gets closer and closer, and within seconds there's nothing left of her but all that fire and the fierce glow of those eyes.
Beth wakes with a cry of panic, and for a minute, she's disoriented as hell and can only pick up on the fact that she's not in St. Bernadette's.
I'm back?
It's just this one tiny little hopeful flicker, but she knows she's not back at the bar the instant she looks around. She's on a wheeled bed and (Where are my goddamn clothes?) she's in some kind of flimsy gown but at least it doesn't fall open at the front or back.
And there's Hero, right next to her.
"Where..." It looks like they're in some kind of dungeon. "Where are we?"
