12-04-2007, 01:07 AM
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indent A terrible fury drove Gabriel, keeping his blood hot despite the whiplash from the freezing air and the pounding snow. He didn’t know where he was going, only that they were moving. His hand never released Faolin’s wrist, as strong as a bear trap. Somehow he found his sense of direction and went to a small home, pushing the door open with one shove and moving inside. It was only then that he released the girl, turning to shut the door. For several moments, he stared at the door and then, in a moment of blinding fury, grabbed a lamp from the table in the room. Without a sound, he hurled it across the empty space—it shattered with a sick crash.
indent That noise made him turn to the red-eyed woman, whom he regarded with contempt. “What the fuck were you doing?” He screamed, advancing on her. “You want to fuck him, is that it? You trying to bring Inferni down?” A thousand ideas were racing through his head, driving him mad with that insatiable buzzing. His hands moved up and dug into his hair, and he half staggered away from the girl. “I never should have let you come back,” he snarled, shutting his eyes and colliding with a secondary doorframe in the living room. His hands dropped and he struck out, slamming a fist into the drywall. It broke under the force, leaving a hole where his hand had been, leaving his throbbing arm covered in blood and plaster.
indent A terrible fury drove Gabriel, keeping his blood hot despite the whiplash from the freezing air and the pounding snow. He didn’t know where he was going, only that they were moving. His hand never released Faolin’s wrist, as strong as a bear trap. Somehow he found his sense of direction and went to a small home, pushing the door open with one shove and moving inside. It was only then that he released the girl, turning to shut the door. For several moments, he stared at the door and then, in a moment of blinding fury, grabbed a lamp from the table in the room. Without a sound, he hurled it across the empty space—it shattered with a sick crash.
indent That noise made him turn to the red-eyed woman, whom he regarded with contempt. “What the fuck were you doing?” He screamed, advancing on her. “You want to fuck him, is that it? You trying to bring Inferni down?” A thousand ideas were racing through his head, driving him mad with that insatiable buzzing. His hands moved up and dug into his hair, and he half staggered away from the girl. “I never should have let you come back,” he snarled, shutting his eyes and colliding with a secondary doorframe in the living room. His hands dropped and he struck out, slamming a fist into the drywall. It broke under the force, leaving a hole where his hand had been, leaving his throbbing arm covered in blood and plaster.