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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 | + | 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 restrains and pulls them free of the wall. He pounces and tears into your neck. |
Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to their normal blue. He looks, horrified, at the corpse in his arms. "Oh no. Meslissa, what have I done?" He pats your cheek as if to wake you, but you won't be waking ever again. | Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to their normal blue. He looks, horrified, at the corpse in his arms. "Oh no. Meslissa, what have I done?" He pats your cheek as if to wake you, but you won't be waking ever again. | ||
Revision as of 02:36, 2 October 2009
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 restrains and pulls them free of the wall. He pounces and tears into your neck.
Five minutes later, his eyes flick back to their normal blue. He looks, horrified, at the corpse in his arms. "Oh no. Meslissa, what have I done?" He pats your cheek as if to wake you, but you won't be waking ever again.
You have died.
