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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 12:49:44 GMT -5
Duncan, in his Shadow Duelist garb was stalking around the forest late at night. This time, he shut his PDA off before going. A few nights ago, he claimed Amelia Force, the now former headmistress of this pathetic Academia. He made international news as the Jack of Shadows. This was a very bold way to begin his rampage as the Jack of Shadows, but it was a hell of a lot of fun. Now he would go to make even more news. He knew that some idiots like to go into the forest at night. He loved to exploit the predictability of people for his own sick kicks. Even though something that made international news was much more than a joke, it was all the same to him. Duncan was as sick as them come, he was the devil in flesh. He was the Beast, and his number would easily be six hundred and sixty six.
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Post by Issy Kentra on Oct 21, 2009 12:58:39 GMT -5
The forest was a nice place for Issy to be, she had always found, it was sort of a home from home, she liked just about everything there was about it, the trees, the sheer peacefulness, and everything around that. It was all nice, all so peaceful, and always gave her time to think, she liked that the most, lots of time for her to think about things, and she liked being able to think about things. It was conforting in a way, plus there where all sorts of critters around, which she found to be even more interesting, she could follow the paths they took, and where they happened to end up.
At night, it wasn't all the same, but more or less. It was a bit darker, but other than that, she was quite homely, the moon was quite a nice thing in the sky, it allowed her to see where she as going, and where everything around her was.
It was from this light that she was able to see someone, though she didn't know of many people who actually where out at night. She was curious, poking her head forwards in a rather abstract manner. "Hello...."[/color] She whispered forwards, trying to make out more than an outline.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 13:02:57 GMT -5
Duncan, noticing the girl had grinned. He then ran around the forest, in order to get out of her sight. He was then running quietly around the forest, taking cover behind trees. The little girl that had discovered him was now going to be stalked. As sickening as stalking an innocent person was, it was just fun to him. He was truly evil. He then started to peak out of the trees, clearly making her follow a certain path. He then led her towards a massive oak tree, he took cover behind the tree. When she approached, he jumped out. "Hello young lady, what is your name?" he asked. His voice was demented, just like when he had claimed ex-headmistress Force.
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Post by Issy Kentra on Oct 21, 2009 13:08:21 GMT -5
The figure which she had seen moved rather quickly, causing Issy to want to see, it was there somewhere, and she wanted to know who it was, curiosity lead her on. To her left she could see a figure, not unlike the one she had seen previously, which automatically made her walk towards it, breaking into a run after several yards. She just wanted to know who it was really, and why someone else chose to spend their time in the forest like she did. Curiosity was all that there was, or all that she actually had.
Her trail lasted for only a couple of seconds, before the figure jumped out at her from behind a tree, speaking in a voice, what was that, it was scary. Issy screamed, falling backwards with fear. "Who, what?"[/color] She said in mild panic, she wanted to run now, but was stuck on the ground, in a paralysed state.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 13:46:36 GMT -5
Duncan, cackling at the fearful Issy said "You're name, what is it girl?" He was what a tough person would call a 'disgusting freak.' This is just fine with him, as he is indeed a disgusting freak. What isn't fine was the fact that he was a sweet boy, a pathetic one at that. The month as a zombie was just himself building up. The sweet boy died when his parents did. And when those two boys attacked him, he was born from the zombie's reaction. This was the start of the golden age for him, an age that would live on.
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Post by Issy Kentra on Oct 21, 2009 13:51:35 GMT -5
"Issy."[/color] Issy squeaking in reply, all manner of fear quite evident in her voice now. She wanted to run, this had all just been a massive mistake for her, and she needed to have a second chance, so that she would be able to choose the other option, and run off, not need to investigate. But it was too late for that now, she she backed away the best that she could on the ground, unable to keep her eyes from staring at this person.
"What do you want?"[/color] She squeaked out after. She was dreading the answer, whatever it was simply was not capable of being something good, it was always going to be horrible, and make her suffer. She just needed to find a way out of the situation.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 13:58:43 GMT -5
Duncan, cackling had said "I want to duel! Yes, I stalked you to play a card game!" Yes, this seemed like a pathetic reason to duel, but he wasn't going to ask for just any duel. He was going to aim for a Shadow Duel. This girl, Issy was going to be his next victim. If he could take down the Headmistress so easily, he could take down some dumb Ra girl. He was going to suck her into a Shadow Duel, but he'll let her figure it out herself.
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Post by Issy Kentra on Oct 21, 2009 15:08:06 GMT -5
”I, I…”[/color] She trailed off knowing that more or less she had no choice. Pulling her duel disk up, and placing her deck in it, there was an odd, but rather fearful fire in her eyes. ”Lets go then!”[/color] She yelled, though obviously afraid. She had to win, everyone knew the good guys always won in the end anyway.
IM Duel, winner Duncan Black
Issy fell to her knees, shaking all over, unable to contain her fear, and fright. She had lost, she couldn’t do anything about it. She felt weak, the sting from her opponents attacks raging across her body. Her voice was weak as she spoke, ”no, no, no”[/color] Tears began to stream across her face, horror lighting the whole thing up, as she collapsed forwards, not even daring to look up.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 15:15:24 GMT -5
Duncan, taking two spools of cord from his belt bound her ankles tightly with each spool, making leashes on each ankle. "For a Ra, you seem like you'd fail in even Osiris!" He then proceeded to tie her hands to each ankle, tying her hands to her ankles. Cackling like a demon, he then looked at her, the tearful girl that lay before him was number two. "Any last words?" he asked in a compassionate tone. This was but a sick mockery, he was mocking her one last time.
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Post by Alexander Koshi on Oct 21, 2009 15:29:32 GMT -5
Talking a walk ... in the Forest ... in the DARK ... ALONE!!!!!!! not exactly the most normal of activities for your average student, but normality was complete and utter nonsense it was just fine. Alex pulled his yellow blazer tighter round himself, shivering slightly in the cold evening chill.
"You HAD to go and play a game like that" Yubel said crossly
Alex said nothing, just turned a little more scarlet as the Spirit berated him ... to cut a long story short ... never play Spin The Bottle with a person who LOOKS like a girl, an actual girl, and a guy who THINKS he knows how the game is played.
"ohshutup" he said, flushing red slightly with embarrassment as he pushed his way through another bush.
And came across the most macabre scene he had ever, and probably would ever, see in his entire life. The grass and ground were ripped up as if some sort of wild beast had been attacking it, leaves were scattered everywhere, and in the middle of this, what can only be described as a "aPychopathicmaniacwithpoorimpulsecontorlandtheofficialtitleofworldsbiggestdick" standing in the middle of a clearing, tying someone up, someone who seemed stupidly familiar, it was that rather cute girl that he recognized ... they had been playing Spin the Bottle earlier.
Alex froze, fear flooded like ice through his veins, a small sob of fear escaped him but he muffled it with his hand and he had the sudden impulse to run like hell, but he didn't, couldn't, wouldn't, what could he do .... to help? ... nothing ... but this scene was just ... wrong ... odd, and he almost fainted when a small voice spoke in his ear.
"What is it"
Alex didn't say anything, just pointed, at what was happening, and for some reason he could feel tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Any last words?"
It was like a line out of a cheesy horror movie, which had now somehow become part of realty ,and it scared Alex more then the macabre scene, his courage deserted him completely, but ... but he couldn't just leave the girl here ... what was here name again ... Issy something or other, he had never found out here surname, but he couldn't just abandon her ... especially with a creep like this, who knows what he would do. His body acted of his own accord as he stumbled out of the bushes, the Demonic spirit behind him following him.
"Wait ... stop" his voice croaked slightly with emotion, but there was nothing he could porbably do.
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Post by Issy Kentra on Oct 21, 2009 15:35:26 GMT -5
The tearful Issy didn't even offer any form of resistance to the cords, unable to move in fear, and still having a constant stream of tears running down her cheeks, and at a increasing pase as well. She couldn't move properly anymore, everything seemed to slow down for her, everything was horrible, dark, and full of evil. She just wanted out, wanted to find something else, something more happy, and that she would like, but nothing was around her. She was just silent, aside from the crying, which she wasn't able to help, she just wasn't able to do anything, she couldn't stand through it.
Them some dread words came, any last words. With that she screamed, no, what was going to happen, where was she going? She needed someone to save her, someone else to help, anymore. The screaming didn't stop, Issy no longer caring for needing to take a breath, everything was a wild panic. Feeble and failing movements where attempted by her limbs, only weakening her more. She lay, screaming and helpless, unable to do anything at all. Something might be behind her, she could hear something, maybe just an insect or something, but she couldn't do anything, she was just frozen.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 15:42:58 GMT -5
By the time the shrimp came out and said wait stop, he had taken out a ball of cloth and a roll of duct tape. He turned to the poor Issy and said "Okay, that's enough from you!" He then forcefully stuffed the ball of cloth into her mouth, and then put a strip of tape over her lips. "Goodnight, you stupid girl! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" he exclaimed psychotically. He then sucked her into the Shadows, now she was going to be placed into one of his charming little cells. The Headmistress was sucked into another one, so now she might have company in the cell across.
Turning to the little shrimp, he said. "I'll give you a fifteen second head start, starting...... NOW!" he said this in an even more psychotic tone. After Issy was sucked in, he carved her name, the day, the number two, and "Jack of Shadows" in cursive into the ground where she was sucked in.
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Post by Alexander Koshi on Oct 21, 2009 15:57:43 GMT -5
Alex stared in what can only be described as unblemished and completely unsurpassed Terror, Fear, Pain, and a dozen other emotions as a girl which he had known for less then a few hours, and who he must admit had been mildly attractive, vanished into nothingness right before his very eyes.
Before the Man had even started talking Alex could feel himself running as if the very Hounds of Satan were chasing him, ignorant of everything he ran passed, tearing his blazer on a bush, cutting himself on his cheek as he almost impaled himself on a tree branch as he ran.
Alex ran tirelessly, terror giving his reckless flight strength, and yet he could still feel tears flowing down his cheeks as a frantic breath tore itself from his chest. Then he tripped, catching his foot on a tree root, there was a sharp cracking sound as his right ankle snapped like a twig, he had never been a very strong person, he hit the ground, and the pain was painful and immediate, like lightning running through his leg, through his nerves, his muscles, up his spine, torturing his brain, he scrambled frantically in the grass and leaves and the dirt, dragging himself frantically on his chest like an animal, he attempted to stand, but used the wrong leg, and collapsed again, his chest heaving, tears flowing down his cheeks, of pain both physical and emotional. He could feel Yubel's presence ... but couldn't focus enough to say anything, she said something, perhaps words of comfort, but he couldn;t hear them now. He was so ... so scared, and there was nothing he could do, nothing ... nothing he could do at all, he just lay there, it was a Deja Vu really, but his consciousness was so riddled with pain and fear he didn't notice. The inevitable was coming, and that scared him more then anything the past 5 minutes could have ever held.
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Post by Duncan Black on Oct 21, 2009 16:07:25 GMT -5
Duncan had stalked Alex through the forest after his little autograph. After some time stalking him, he found Alex tripped up on a twig, vulnerable. He ran around, after a minute of stalking around, he grabbed Alex's bad ankle and had dragged him to a tree. He then took out the roll of duct tape that was used to gag Issy and Amelia. He pinned Alex up against the tree and had wrapped him in tape. He then proceeded to put tape over his eyes, than finally his mouth. With a sadistic grin, he said "If you want mercy say 'Uncle, please don't!'"
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Post by Alexander Koshi on Oct 21, 2009 16:40:50 GMT -5
Alex could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the hot burning sensation of tears in his eyes, he could here the sounds of the leaves rustling, something was getting closer, and closer, there heart-beat increased ten-fold, he could feel each breath becoming more and more of a titanic struggle, his hands clenched at the grass and leaves under his hands, then unclenched, then clenched again.
Then there was silence, and for less then a moment he thought it was all over, then something roughly jerked at his injured ankle, and he felt like someone had just ripped his foot off the pain was so bad, his whole body convulsed of its own free will, the tears of pain redoubled. He grabbed onto a low root in an attempt to stop himself being dragged away but as soon as he felt the tensions pain exploded in his mind and on impulse he released, anything to stop the pan, anything at all.
The vice-like grip on his leg suddenly stopped and Alex had to try desperately not to scream for help, and he screwed his eyes shut as someone grabbed him by the neck and hurled him against a tree, his head slammed into the unyielding wood with such force that it partially concussing him, but thought his half-closed eyes and partial delirium he saw a roll of tape, specifically industrial Duct tape, the sort you would find in a mechanics workshop, then there was the sound of it extending, wrapping around him as tight as possible, cruelly tight, stupidly tight, his arms were pinioned to his sides, and his legs were trapped together, his broken ankle was bent in such a direction that is somehow managed to cause him even more pain the before.
His head was roughly forced back against the trunk, the feel of the tough bark made his head ache even more, and then the world vanished from his sight, turning blacker then black as this strange, sadistic, creepy person applied yet more duct tape, this time to his eyes, and then his mouth, Alex felt trapped, hopeless, suddenly aware of just how .... so, so wrong life could be, why would this happen, the question ripped through his already battered and dented conscious, this ... nut-job said ... something, but whatever it was he didn't hear it, overcome with shock, emotional trauma, pain, and a very, very large dosage of sheer terror, had finally gotten to him, hidden beneath the duct tape, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he fainted, slumping against the duct tape, Alexander Koshi was officially out of it.
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