08-05-2008, 04:40 AM
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Traitors. The words lingered in his head a moment, which cocked slightly to the side. She was a traitor, he reasoned with himself. A traitor to the heart, were he so sappy to think such a thing. One clawed finger drug over the small plastic eye of the rabbits head, finally turning jade eyes to stare at it. "I made her pay." He almost laughed, almost caught himself up in the hysterics of it, but fought it back quickly. Finally, after a quiet moment, he toss the head aside, using his feet to shuffle across the ground and turn his body toward the counter. "But has she paid enough?" He asked suddenly, as if the question was some brilliant revelation. |