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Rife jumped a little in his light sleep. He looked up and saw Elly sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest."Elly?" He asked gently.
Emmy woke up with a start, eyes darting to the door. Expecting a Shadow to walk in eyes flashing brandishing some new torture device.
"D-don't hurt me, please, please!" Elly whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. All she could see was the Rife that had been in her dream.
Rife looked shocked but said softly"It's alright Elly, it was just a dream."
He knelt down infront of her.
Bellie the Squirrelly Girl wrote: "Nephilim wrote: ""And here I though I could just turn off this feeling. My mistake." Rife winked"Elly laughed quietly. "That's a pretty big mistake to make..." She was so tired from crying, and ..."
Salem heard him do this and tried to smile, sleep catching her before she could.
Nephilim wrote: "Rife looked shocked but said softly
"It's alright Elly, it was just a dream."
He knelt down infront of her."
She cringed away from him and shut her eyes tight. "No..." she whispered. "Please- don't touch me."
Sean smiled at her and stroked her hair, letting her sleep.
"It's alright Elly, it was just a dream."
He knelt down infront of her."
She cringed away from him and shut her eyes tight. "No..." she whispered. "Please- don't touch me."
Sean smiled at her and stroked her hair, letting her sleep.
The dream came. Not an new one, but an old an not quite forgotten one. Salem hadn't seen it in years that she could remember. It was Elodie.
Emmy tried to stand but her legs had been chained and the chain led to a large silver plate that hung in the wall. She groanedHow long was I out? She looked down at her clothes there was a large rip down one leg and the bottom of the other was singed. Her head hurt, well hurt wasn't the word for it, her head was POUNDING.
She cringed away from him and shut her eyes tight. "No..." she whispered. "Please- don't touch me."
"Ok I won't touch you." Rife said not moving from his spot. Patrik heard this from the hall and looked in catching Rife's eye, Rife shrugged and Patrik went off to his room.
She relaxed slightly and leaned against the wall, shivering, unwilling to look at him.
Rife stayed entirely still he didn't want to move and scare her.Emmy looked around, desperately searching for answers. She didn't find any, the pounding in her head just got worse. The door opened slowly Emmy's vision was tunneling and she had no idea who was walking through that door. Then a thought hit her Salem.
Salem, can you hear me? Emmy prayed she could.
She finally opened her eyes, having calmed down slightly. "It wasn't real... wasn't true. Was it?" She looked at Rife with uncertain eyes.
"No it was a dream." Rife assured her, even thought he had no idea of what she was talking about.
Nephilim wrote: "Rife stayed entirely still he didn't want to move and scare her.Emmy looked around, desperately searching for answers. She didn't find any, the pounding in her head just got worse. The door ope..."
Ya?
Do you know what happened to me? She sent her a picture of her latest predicament. I don 't remember a thing.
"Y-you were going to hurt me. You said that I disgusted you... that I was unlovable. Pathetic. The look on your face... you hated me." She shuddered and looked into his eyes, seeing none of what she had seen in her dream.
Um well you almost killed all the shadows..including kids..but you stopped. Cause you're strong.
Even in the confines of her mind, her voice was tired and slow.
I'm going to go crazy here...
Emmy looked up as the person that was walking in made his way across the room and towered over her. She fell against the wall, the man held a glowing knife, she didn't want to be awake when that thing hit her skin.
"No, I wouldn't say that." Rife said
The wind blew cold and hard, scattering the pages and pages of artwork that had been laid out on the law. “No!” A girl’s voice screamed from somewhere in the vicinity. She sounded anxious, and she was. I watched as she scrambled about, trying desperately to grab hold of whatever ones she could. I stood there, unwilling to help, unwilling to even offer encouragement. I merely stared in grim fascination as she tried to save what was clearly lost. Tears dripped down the girl’s face, her long silvery blonde hair sticking in the wet spaces. “Don’t cry Elodie.” The words were mine, yet my mouth hadn’t moved. She glanced up at me. A thin trace of a smile lighted on her lips, the sadness seeping from her pale orange eyes. “It’s gone. All of it. Just like that.” The pain in her voice made me upset, I ran to her, encompassing her in a hug like none I had ever experienced before. “I love you Elodie, even without your paintings.” She nodded in reply. A whistling noise erupted from the left of us. A small, silver projectile swam through the air, seeming to go in slow motion. “Run Say!” Her shout was torn from her lips as the object slammed into her neck, knocking her over and out of consciousness. Obediently I did as she said and sprinted in the opposite direction. Leaving behind my only true friend, the only person I could trust. Salem's dream interrupted again, at the worst time possible.
Waverley pulled Connie's hand. "What we doing?"
Nephilim wrote: " I'm going to go crazy here... Emmy looked up as the person that was walking in made his way across the room and towered over her. She fell against the wall, the man held a glowing knife, she didn'..."You can do it Em.
Nephilim wrote: ""No, I wouldn't say that." Rife said"
Elly nodded. "I... I know. That's why it hurt as bad as it did."
Elly nodded. "I... I know. That's why it hurt as bad as it did."
((oki,bye! I won't be on later guys, but I'll be on tomorrow, kay?))
I'm trying, but I can only last so long. How long has it been since I've been home? Emmy tried to twist away from the man and she alomst managed to but she was yanked back by the chains.
I don't know..I'm trying to still figure it out. I've been back for a few days I guess..so over four months for you. Just a sec..my dream hurts.
((ok bye Bellie. And alrigth Kenny.))Rife nodded
"You don't need to worry about me. I won't hurt you."
Few days? You left almost five minutes ago. Maybe longer. Nevermind, I'm seriously messed up right now. Emmy rolled away from the knife but it knicked her side sending searing pain through her body.
Salem 'felt' Emmy's pain, only it was more of a sensation that her friend was in pain and it snapped her out of her dream.
Em, what's going on!?
Torture, Shadow style.Emmy cringed gripping her side. The man lowered the blade and slid it up her untattooed arm. Another wave of pain raked through her body.
Pain, lots and lots of it.
Emmy writhed on the floor. She wanted to scream, and yell, but most of all she wanted to make the pain stop.
I wish I could help..have you talked to your mom again?
Yeah, and your mom too. It was weird, she looked just like you.
Your mother. Not the one at Torch, your REAL mother. I was just as confused, I thought she was you.
Salem's eyes fluttered but didn't open.
Since when is Gwen not my real mom..I- this is weird. I look like her?
Emmy blacked out after a few more swipes with the blade.Yeah you look like her. You just have different eyes. She's harsher.
Nephilim wrote: "((ok bye Bellie. And alrigth Kenny.))
Rife nodded
"You don't need to worry about me. I won't hurt you."
((Back for a little bit.))
Elly summoned a smile. "I know." A faint tingling sensation, the remnants of dream pain, burned her cheek. She put a hand to it.
Rife nodded
"You don't need to worry about me. I won't hurt you."
((Back for a little bit.))
Elly summoned a smile. "I know." A faint tingling sensation, the remnants of dream pain, burned her cheek. She put a hand to it.
((Lauren you aren't allowed to be other people's characters. So please don't play My characters))
((You can make your own, Lauren, and we'll pull them in if you can, okay?))
Elly bit her lip and tried not to remember her dream any more. "It hurts to think about the dream..." she whispered, "but I can't stop. There was more than what I told you. So much more..."
Elly bit her lip and tried not to remember her dream any more. "It hurts to think about the dream..." she whispered, "but I can't stop. There was more than what I told you. So much more..."
"You can tell me." Rife told her gently
She hesitated. "You don't want to hear it. I'll cry again... and the rest- it's memories. They're horrible. I don't think you want to hear." She bit her lip. She wanted to tell him.
"I might want to know, if it makes you feel better." Rife said gently.
She took a deep breath, then nodded. "I... there was a man. I never knew his name... he was the one who was training me to use my power. It was always just me and him. He scared me so much..."
Rife sat next to her, listening intently.
((I'll be disappearing soon, so I'm not doing the whole story all at once.))
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Elly fell into a dream, and it was not a happy one. All the memories that had been stirred up condensed to make one horrible nightmare.
She looked up at a man, and saw a hungry smile on his face. Hungry for violence, drinking in her fear. She shuddered and realized that she was on the floor, and that her face stung from a slap to her cheek.
"I- I didn't mean to!" she protested, "I can't control it yet!"
He growled. "Well, I will teach you. If you won't listen to orders, you will listen to threats! And threats are useless if the person being threatened can't be sure that they'll be carried out..." He stalked nearer to her.
"Don't hurt me!" she cried, putting her hands up in fear, "Please!"
The scene changed, and she was strapped down to a chair. The same man glared at her when she didn't use her power immediately. "It's not something I can do any time!" She protested, "It takes concentration! I can't concentrate when I'm so- so scared..."
He laughed harshly. "You're scared now? You don't even have any reason to be... except that you're strapped down in a chair, alone with me and no-one else to tell me not to touch you." He took a step closer to her.
She closed her eyes and turned her face away, trembling. "Don't..."
He slapped her. "Time to shut up now, Liz..."
She gasped, eyes flying open. "Don't touch me!" she shouted, eyes burning with fury.
He laughed harshly. "Sorry... Oh, wait, no I'm not. And I'll touch you all I want. After all, you won't listen. A child who disobeys is punished."
"No... don't hurt me." Tears welled in her eyes.
He laughed again. "Poor little Lizzie... can't stay angry for long, can you?"
She flinched away as he wiped the tears away.
Then the scene changed, and it was Rife standing in front of her, his eyes blazing. She looked at him fearfully, the tears streaming down her face now. "R-rife?"
He glared at her. "Do you really think I love you, Elizabeth? How can anyone love such a pathetic girl as you? You cry whenever your face stings a little, or if you're scared, and you never stand up and fight. You're pathetic. Ridiculous. Unlovable. Yes, just as you always feared. You disgust me. I just didn't have the heart to tell you."
He smirked and advanced towards her.
"No!"
She woke with a cry, disentangling herself from Rife's arms, across the room in seconds, cowering in the corner.