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You brush off Micheal's warning and kneel down beside him. You try one of the keys in his lock. | You brush off Micheal's warning and kneel down beside him. You try one of the keys in his lock. | ||
| - | He groans and opens his eyes. <i>Oh. That is not normal. </i> You think. <i>No, he definitely does not normally have red eyes.</i> You back away on your hands and knees. "Michael, you're freaking me out here." He doesn't seem to hear you. He moves toward you, but is stopped short by his chains. "Michael, you can stop now." He strains against his | + | He groans and opens his eyes. <i>Oh. That is not normal. </i> You think. <i>No, he definitely does not normally have red eyes.</i> You back away on your hands and knees. "Michael, you're freaking me out here." He doesn't seem to hear you. He moves toward you, but is stopped short by his chains. "Michael, you can stop now." He strains against his restraints and pulls them free of the wall. He pounces on you and tears into your neck. |
| - | Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to | + | Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to blue. He looks, horrified, at the corpse in his arms. "Oh no. Melissa, what have I done?" He pats your cheek as if to wake you, but you won't be waking ever again. |
You have died. | You have died. | ||
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[[Category: Transylvanian Terror]] | [[Category: Transylvanian Terror]] | ||
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Current revision as of 00:27, 8 March 2011
You brush off Micheal's warning and kneel down beside him. You try one of the keys in his lock.
He groans and opens his eyes. Oh. That is not normal. You think. No, he definitely does not normally have red eyes. You back away on your hands and knees. "Michael, you're freaking me out here." He doesn't seem to hear you. He moves toward you, but is stopped short by his chains. "Michael, you can stop now." He strains against his restraints and pulls them free of the wall. He pounces on you and tears into your neck.
Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to blue. He looks, horrified, at the corpse in his arms. "Oh no. Melissa, what have I done?" He pats your cheek as if to wake you, but you won't be waking ever again.
You have died.
