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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 22:30:35 GMT -8
Sully feels as though Izzy gives way in his arms, disintegrating, and he panics, grasping... he realizes that he is blind in a field of white. Rough cloth texture abrades his skin as he clutches and fights... and he is freed from his prison...
The world is like a snowy field of wriggling cloth. Just like they said.
There ten feet away, the only spot of color.. a girl in an orange shirt. She staggers to her feet, looking back with a look of terror at Sully. Revulsion. She turns to run.
It's too late. She changed.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 1, 2012 22:47:59 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Sully_Sullivan.jpg) It was real? The ghostly fabric stretched and convulsed around him. It was a sheer white that made Izzy's colour seem all the richer and stark against its purity. She was a delicate autumn leaf against the snowy fabric around them. The pain of their momentary merging still stung his mouth, and his blood tasted sweet on his tongue, her blood was there too. He raced after her orange form that shone like a beacon, in an endless snowstorm of fabric. He would have her, posses her in any way he could. Raw anger and blinding love filled him in equal measures as he ran after his maddening obsession.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 22:54:18 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Izzy_Murphy.jpg) Izzy- "NO! Stop! What do you want?! Ju-Just... NO!"
She tumbled over the writing ground. Did it trip her on purpose? Perhaps this world was a vision of heaven! It was helping Sully! Look at it, all pure and white and wonderful! The air is crisp and cold like a pleasant winter day, and look at them, two lovers in a winter wonderland! Izzy shrieked mindlessly, crawling and throwing herself forward, away from Sully as he approached. Her struggle was for naught though, love would always find a way!
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 1, 2012 23:09:50 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Sully_Sullivan.jpg) Izzy's words of protest fell meaninglessly on his ears. For all he heard they were incoherent sounds of passion, emotion filled protests of love or hate, it didn't matter anymore. He had changed too. He felt powerful and unbreakable in this soft lover's winterland. Where the others had claimed feelings of fear and terror, for the first time James felt that everything was as it should be. It didn't matter that he was short, nothing mattered but the possession of Izzy in orange. He lunged forward towards the girl Izzy, his arms reaching out to embrace her...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 1, 2012 23:30:22 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Izzy_Murphy.jpg) Izzy- "STOP! NO!!"
Sully caught Izzy in his arms, and felt the warm of her body as she twisted to get away. Suddenly-- she became still, and stared at him as she shuddered violently. "Why? Why do you do this to me? Why me? Why?!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 1, 2012 23:45:38 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Sully_Sullivan.jpg) Her warmth filled him with such joy. The struggle seemed finally over, she was his. He suddenly realised, she was speaking to him. It took him a moment to comprehend her words. Why her? He looked at her lovingly, like the perfect specimen of a butterfly caught in it's final repose. She was like a monarch butterfly, regal in orange. He held her close, feeling the soft texture of her orange jumper with his abraded hands. "Why you Isabelle? How could it be anyone else? I could watch you for hours. There is beauty in everything you do."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 0:01:50 GMT -8
Izzy shook her head violently. ![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Izzy_Murphy.jpg) Izzy- "No! Leave me alone! I don't-- I don't like you! I only want to be nice to you because you're so weird! You creep me out, I won't ever like you! Let me go!" Sully couldn't understand her words... he knew only love, and he knew he must kiss her again...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 2, 2012 0:07:15 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Sully_Sullivan.jpg) James looked down at her perfect little mouth, and remembered the sweet taste of their mingled blood. He moved to kiss those red stained lips in this perfect snow coloured land.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 2, 2012 0:34:07 GMT -8
Sully kissed Izzy, and in her terror she screamed again, opening her mouth a moment too late. He engulfed it with his own, and he tasted the blood in her mouth, and her tongue... She struggled, trying her very best to escape him, but it was too late. It was just too late. Was this love? Was this what it felt like? He pulled her closer, and closer, like he couldn't be satisfied until she was inside him. He felt a strange pang in his belly, like something letting loose and opening... It was his love, surely it was his love...! His muscles felt as though they were losing strength, as his eyes rolled back with ecstacy.... Love!
Sully fell backwards, limply. Izzy saw with horror that thick black tendrils were emerging from her belly, tearing through the knitted material of her sweater, and that they were burrowing through the abdominal cavity of her attacker, red blood gushing and bits of viscera slipping out as his body fell to the writhing cloth.
She jerked at the tendrils, tearing them from her belly with a sharp pain, and freed herself, stumbling away.
Sully's body lay in the cloth which was soaking ever more red, he felt his wet intestines slipping from between his fingers. His eyes began to roll back for the last time, but he saw one last thing-- He saw Izzy, running from him, not stopping to look back.
The cloth reviled being soiled, and sought to hide this defacement. The fabric began spinning and turning to cover this blemish, and Sully's body was engulfed, until there was no longer a trace remaining.
SULLY, IT IS THE END.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 2, 2012 0:45:24 GMT -8
![](http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA/Halloween/Sully_Sullivan.jpg) As the winter fabric embraced his bloody form, one final thought went through his mind. He should have known, a Friday jumper on a Monday...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 2, 2012 1:03:14 GMT -8
HahaHA! Excellent! Good night, sweet bastid, and may flights of *snoooooooorrrre***ZZZZZZ
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