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1/9/2016 9:00:56 PM
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[b]lucas pulls the mask back on and drags him into a ditch,dumping a bag of rats onto his soon to be corpse after he had already severed his arms with a fire axe[/b]
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"Holy shit"
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[b]he jumps in, among the rats, tearing the still living man apart with a clawed hand and a Bowie knife, retrieving the child and handing it to Willow before pulling a needle and thread, jumping back into the pit.[/b]
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[b]She doesn't take the kid and instead pukes all over her feet[/b]
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[b]he drags the now screaming man back out, and proccedes to stitch every possible hole on his face shut. Eyes, mouth, nose, even his ears. He calmly sings,[/b] [i]i looked in your eyes, and new I could tell If I could do it myself, I'd drag you back to hell Don't be scared, suffer no fright Just lock your doors and pray to night That the Shepard won't come, but he will With his heart set only to kill[/i] [b]he drags the man into a small hut[/b]
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[b]She looks in disgust at the hut[/b]
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[b]he walks back out, throws a lighter into the building, and it all goes up in flames. Lucas breathes heavily, almost hyperventilating [/b]
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"JESUS!'
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"H-HES GONE.... HES GONE..... H-HES GONE....." [b]he repeats, still heavily breathing, harder[/b]
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"The kid?"
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"NO... NO. WHERE IS HE..."
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"WHO"
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"THE DAMN KID..."
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"SO?"
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[b]he nods toward the pit full of rats[/b]
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"OH GOD"
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[b]he holds Willow back, not letting her see into the pit, and looks down. You see him turn around with a tear in his eye as he drops a live grenade into the pit, walking toward you[/b]
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"Oh god..."
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[b]he nods, a single bloody tear streaming down his face. He holds a tiny skull[/b]
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"Oh no...."
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[b]he nods and tries to hug her, keeping the mask on our of pure fear for what would happen. [/b]
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[b]She breaks down crying[/b] "It's my fault!"
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[b]he hugs her tightly, slowly rocking back and forth.[/b] "shhhh. It was me... It's always me. I didn't protect him.." [b]he wispers[/b]
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"I didn't take the bloody thing!"
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"Shhhh And I didn't protect him..."
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[b]She cries even harder[/b]
