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| Livia Meiland | Mar 27 2008, 02:26 AM |
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"Too bad, you're going to the nut house." Livia hissed at her. Her cheeks were burning with rage. Kat was such a selfish person. She, Livia, may be self centered at times and full of herself. She couldn't help it, she loved the taste of power, or having people under her, it tasted sweet. But, ugh, did Kat drive her up the wall. Livia had a habit of overlooking a large number of her faults. She stepped up to Kat looked her in the eye and gave her a stinging slap on the face. "Have you any idea how much I want to take you to Cathriss. This kidnapping isn't willing on both sides... I would like to make sure that you never set foot on Cathriss. I'd send you home to live your life however you wanted just so I couldn't see your face again. Too bad that poses both you and me a threat. Because you may be able to hide, but some of use can't. If we let you go, and word gets out what's to stop people from harming you, killing you, testing on you, what do you expect? People will not revere you as a goddess. I should not have to keep telling you people this, don't you ever watch movies, the ones were the ends aren't alway happy?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You should know this." She spoke sadly and started to go up ahead. She resumed her usual habit of changing her feet as she walked through the forest. This was the second person who'd failed to realize that they would be less than human in the eyes of many people should their power get out. "Luke, we've two hours, at the least one and a half. If she starts straining your shoulder, you can put her down, just make sure she doesn't get away." She massaged her throat and temples. Her throat burned and felt raspy from roaring at Kat. Her last few sentences had come out quietly and raspy. Her temples throbbed and awarded her with a mild headache. Inside a little part of her was laughing. To be called crazy, that was a new landmark. That part in her that wanted to repel from her parents was stroked. Crazy to her covered imaginative, because what did crazy people d but come up with there own realities. Slowly but surely her old lifestyle disappeared. She felt revitalized a little bit. It was so strange to feel she could take an insult such as that as a reassuring comment. Coming out of her quiet state, her voice still raspy but making a recovery she touched upon the topics she'd skipped. "I don't know what he does when he watches people, but Somerled does a good job getting information on targets. We suppose it still seems terrible to you. You might understand later. As for killing, I've no idea. You might just be worthy of an asylum. It seems we all are. I do doubt you'd attempt it." |
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