07-08-2009, 10:11 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/temp/gabetop.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:216px; padding-left:9px; padding-right:9px; padding-bottom:9px;"> There was no doubt that one day he would slip up. Someone would find out about the terrible things that he had done. Slaughtered Iskata in a rage. Set Bleeding Souls to burn. Killed his half-brother not simply because he deserved to die, but because Gabriel had wanted to. His only regret was that he did not rip what was left of a soul out of Andrezej’s body. Instead, he had left the bloodied body in the arms of the half-sister who had come to hate him, just as both brothers had. It seemed appropriate. She dismissed what had been as she seemed most able to do. Gabriel no longer thought on the matter. He likewise did not think about the fire or the death of the scarred woman. This did not change the fact that things triggered in his brain—the smell of gasoline, a splash of blood on the sand. He didn’t think about Baneesh much either. Not until he saw yellow eyes and crooked teeth and death coming for him. Then, something broke. Something happened and everything went away until hours later, when he found himself alone and hurt and could not reason what had occurred. So perhaps, in a way, he was an addict. “Inferni will always survive. Regardless of numbers, poor leadership, or disaster, Inferni will survive.” He had told them that, well over a year ago, when they had come here. |