| From: | Jett zmjett@*********.com |
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| Subject: | Living Nightmares |
| Date: | Sat, 10 Jul 1999 03:38:21 -0400 |
>>>>>[This is a nightmare. God help me.
I know what they want, who they are. What they are. They came for me
tonight.
And I'm afraid. God help me, I'm afraid. I should have killed him the
first chance I had. Shouldn't have hesitated. It would have been one
less of them, but I saw him, his aura, and something made me
stop...something in my guts trying to tell me that I shouldn't kill him,
but I should have.
I can still smell...incense, burning blood...still bleeding, I'm still
bleeding...black sand, the sound of bone on bone and chanting, words
that make me sick to my stomach though I can't understand them...
They're going to kill me. I know that much. But what they're going to do
to me before they finally do get rid of me will be far, far worse.]<<<<<
-- Jett <06:43:20/07-10-60>
****INTERNAL: Walkers of the Lost Circle
>>>>>[
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Jett's cell is, by now, a familiar sight. She lays on the bed, covered,
staring at the ceiling with blank, empty eyes, face pale and worn. Time
has taken its toll: after three weeks, she's noticeably thinner than
before, and her skin has taken on a bluish tinge.
The door opens, and Jett rolls from the bed, hissing. She's already a
huge black jaguar when her feet touch the ground, crouched and ready to
pounce, white teeth in a gleaming snarl.
Hyena waves his hand, and the big cat is slammed against the warded wall
by an invisible force. Jett's roar of pain changes to a very human
shriek of agony as she transforms back to human and collapses to the
floor, blood dripping from her mouth and nose, a repeat of a previous
scene. "You still haven't learned, have you?" he says, voice made
strange by the mask. He is in full ritual dress, apparently: black robes
with arcane symbols embroidered on it, a sheathed dagger at his side,
and of course the leather hyena-head. In the shadows below someone
lurks, a small slender figure in a canine mask that is more likely than
not Dog.
Jett crawls to her feet, teeth still bared in a bloody grimace, crouched
in the middle of the room. Blood is starting to seep through her
bandages again. There's a faint flash as Hyena casts his spell again,
and this time Jett is flung to the floor and held there by bands of
absolutely black energy. She struggles violently, cursing and shrieking,
even as the bands appear to burn into her wrists, ankles, and waist.
Yet another figure steps forward, thin and hunched, clearly older than
the others. In a low, rasping voice, Jackal speaks. "Very good...take
her to the circle. I will wait there."]<<<<<
-- Security Camera <03:40:17/07-10-60>
