Targeted
Fiery - Bold - Rebellious
Pet Information
Pet Name: Targeted
Owner: Mockingbird
Theme / Type: Inferno Braenon
Born: February 22, 2011
Gender: Female
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 5
Defense: 4
Speed: 6
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Listen...hurry, time is running out...
She didn't move, even when the car hurtled straight for her. But instead of crushing her guts it pulled to a halt beside the curb, idoling as one door flung open. "Get in," an unfamiliar voice commanded.
She got in. She was more than mildly curious now.
As she closed the door and buckled, she noticed a bulky man with sunglasses to obscure his eyes. Which made her slightly uncomfortable, but she chose to ignore it. The radio was playing her favorite song but she squished the urge to sing along with it.
After a moment of pause and the hum of a driving car, she found the nerve to ask, "Yeah?"
The man pulled over again and stared at her with an intensity she didn't believe. "Have you...seen anything...lately?"
She paused. "Why?"
He sucked in a deep breath. "Answer the question."
She glanced down at her feet. "No."
"You sure?"
"No."
The man paused, and was silent for a long time. "Anyone try...asking you anything?"
"You did."
"That's different."
She glanced up, half impatiently. "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know." He hesitated, then unlocked the door. She was pushing the handle to jump out when he stared at her through his sunglasses and said, "But really, if I were you I'd watch out." Then the car door slammed and he drove away.
When she turned to look at where he'd dropped her off, strangely enough, she was home.
His first task spelled murder.
"I want you to find that girl. And then, when you find her..." The man's lips curled up into something cruel and sinister. "It's your decision. You can be a man and kill her, or be a boy and bring her back. Either way, the girl dies. And you are no boy, now are you?"
He bowed his head. "No, father."
"Good. Now go and kill that girl."
The very boy who was sent to destroy her.
She felt his rough, callused hands tracing her jawbone, lifting her head so that the green of her eyes and the darkness of his collided. "I love you."
She didn't know the truth until...
He closed his eyes. "I was sent to kill you."
Her breath caught. "What?"
"I'm supposed to kill you," he breathed. "But I can't. I can't hurt you."
"Get the hell off of me," she snarled.
...But love doesn't die out that easily.
She ran.
It burned her ribs, her lungs, but she didn't stop.
She knew that if she stopped, the hurt would catch up to her.
Because she still loved him.
Pet Comments
| Guarded says (What do you want me to do know? It's not like I can go off of anything!) |
| Guarded says (Yes, but he was no where near vivian |
| Guarded says (Wait, how does that work? Jake walked away from Viv) |
| Guarded says -grimaces- What ever I can. |
| Guarded says -walks away from vivian- You can't have her. And neither can he. Do you understand?! Leave her alone. |
| Guarded says -runs over to- Vivian, are you alright? |
| Guarded says -whispers- Vivian? |
| Guarded says -hears the voice- No! -head into hte tees- |
| Guarded says Jake Froze, his hand halfway to the handle bars of his bike. |
| Guarded says -Nods- If that's what you want |
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