Kalie lies on the ground the sword pressing against her flesh. Emma stands over her with a wild look in her face.

“Control yourself woman!” she screams, staring into Kalie’s eyes. Kalie struggles to regain control, fighting inside her own mind as her body moves against her will. She feels as if she is wrestling with a snake in water, no matter how she struggles, it is always attacking somewhere else, never letting her get solid footing.

Kalie rolls quickly to one side even as Emma thrusts the sword down, hitting empty ground instead of flesh. Rising up she slams her burning fist into Emma and the battle is on again. Emma rocks back with the blow but keeps her feet.

“I’m sorry sister,” she says softly. Everything slows for Kalie for an instant as Emma mysteriously has a stake in her hand and is coming in fast, too fast for Kalie to register or really see her move. One moment she is in front of her, feet away, the next she feels the pain and sudden rigidness of a stake in her heart.


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James Tiberius Brown thought he was going to get away. Freedom was so close, he pushed the blood to his muscles, willing himself to go faster. He knew his fate was looming, he could behind him closing closer and closer. Then fate caught up with James Tiberius Brown.

Cicero grabbed him up, pulling him up, holding him face to face. Burning hands press into him, he then shoves those burning hands into his eyes. He then tosses him aside, discarding him like so much trash. James Tiberius Brown crawls along the ground, trying to find his way to safety, but his inner sight telling him safety is a long ways away for him, still he clings to hope as he feels his way along.