Galtan's eyes shot open as wide as they could. He saw that Malik was turned once again towards him, but he was more shocked by the purple ropes around his body and arms. Struggling against them in desperation, he found that they were starting to grasp him tighter and tighter. At first, they knocked all of the wind out of him and denied him any breath at all. He inhaled as much as he could but only received a scraping, raspy sound from his throat as they held the air back. Blood even leaped from his mouth, uncontrollably, and in large bursts. Then, unbearable pain struck as his ribs snapped and stabbed into his heart and lungs. As they tightened further up, his skin gradually turned as purple as the ropes that bound him.
Once his body resembled something like a raisin through their transparent forms, they knotted themselves around his neck and fought him down for his last few seconds of life. His legs slammed up and down as he gasped in for breath - for life - but the ropes' suffocation drove him in hard. In the very end of his life, Galtan's mind was a mess of panic, frustration, and confusion, wondering why in the world this was happening to him.
When Malik's magic disappeared and Galtan's mutilated, discolored body fell over to the grass, Denir looked around in horror. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in pure shock. For the first time ever, she'd witnessed just what truly evil deeds her own group were doing - and to their own members!
She desperately tried to find similar expressions from her peers, but soon discovered that she could not.
"No, way," she thought, seeing their faces. "Their eyes... They're so cold, and dark... So... Hollow!"
Full of trembling worry, she glanced at Nic, but nearly gasped at his expression. He had the same blank, intent stare and the same wicked eyes as all of the others.
15-Aug-2010 20:10:08
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