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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jun 12, 2012 14:07:11 GMT -5
A gleam flashes in the executioner's eye, and he leans forward, grinning. He really didn't care at this point; he just wanted to break Francis.
"Oh yes, I was her executioner, but I was also so much more..."
With that, he leans into Francis' ear, and murmurs a sentence into his ear, something to shatter his spirit completely. As the military man pulls away, his expression brightens.
"And she enjoyed it." He remarks, kicking the other to the floor.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 12, 2012 14:19:50 GMT -5
In the moment those dreadful, evil words were uttered, Francis felt himself freeze. His heart, his thoughts, and even time could have stopped, and he would not have noticed. It never happened. It was impossible...
"You lie!" Forgetting that the man held his hair, Francis thrashed, wishing more than ever he was free, free to strike that disgusting smile off the man's face, free to snap his neck... "You're a liar! You never dared, never touched her...!"
The mere thought of it made him sick. His stomach heaved, and he feared bile might rise to his throat if he dwelled too long on it...
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jun 12, 2012 14:25:59 GMT -5
"Oh, shut it," he hisses, shoving the other back. He reaches for the gun, bringing it out to aim at the Noble. "I'd suggest you'd calm down and start talking, otherwise I will shoot."
The glint is still in his eyes.
"But to settle your conscience, yes. Yes I did do it to her. She was too beautiful to bother trying to resist... even if she did. A little."
A moment later and the Military leader goes crashing to the ground, his throat slit. Arthur is on top of him.
A bit blood-soaked, limping, and an arm just uselessly hanging by his side, he looks around from where some of the other men would be about to charge in. All he does his wipe his nose from blood, not really paying full attention to Francis for the moment.
"Bloody hell, some people can talk," he mutters, tightening his fist around his knife. "Also, you know what people should do? Search you properly. Check my boot next time, you huge bunch of retards."
He raises his knife at the incoming soldiers.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 12, 2012 14:39:18 GMT -5
Francis watched, as if detached from his own body, as the military leader fell. Blood flowed freely from the wound, and somewhere in Francis' mind, he knew that he should be relieved and satisfied that the despicable demon of a man was dead.
But he was far from satisfied. His sister...she suffered. And her tormentor was killed too cleanly and quickly. He deserved - needed to suffer. Dead or not. His body did not deserve to stay whole, to preserve his form.
"Untie me, Arthur." Francis voice was low, and his body was still. "Untie me!"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jun 12, 2012 14:45:11 GMT -5
"Um," Arthur responds, sparing a glance back at the other. He turns back to the crowd of soldiers. He raises his finger at them.
"Fellows, just one second please."
Leaving them there standing, he quickly moves behind Francis and cuts him free from the ropes. He mutters, noticing the way Francis was staring at the dead body. "At least help me with the people who are still alive. I'm a little outnumbered. You can kill the dead guy even more later, okay?"
Sighing, he stands and moves back towards the group, most who are dumbfounded, to say the least. Arthur raises his knife again.
"Right, where were we?"
A moment later, he charges.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 12, 2012 15:01:13 GMT -5
The sound of many heavy footsteps jolted Francis out of his reverie. He didn't have time to thank Arthur for untying him; the soldiers were already rushing toward them. Francis' instincts kicked in.
He scrambled for the leader's fallen knife, jumping unsteadily to his feet. He lashed out at all the soldiers to made for him. There was none of the usual finesse and cold calm he usually employed when fighting; his moves were wild, enraged, left to abandon.
He was no longer sure to whom the screams that echoed in the cells belonged to - where they the cries of fallen soldiers, or were they torn from his own throat?
Even when there were no more soldiers left alive, Francis was still tirelessly slashing at the air. He spotted the leader's body only a few steps away - still whole, still bleeding. He had escaped too easily. The next thing Francis knew, he was beside the body, and the hand that held his knife was moving of its own accord.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jun 12, 2012 15:07:32 GMT -5
Arthur had just made sure the last of them was dead -- and while he couldn't do as much as he wanted to, he was almost admittedly a little worried by the way Francis just killed anyone that came close to him. He almost felt that if he dodged near he'd be in the firing range too.
He'd left Francis to it to check out if anyone else was charging towards the cell, and returns to see him carving up the body. It's only now he can finally feel his heart beating solidly in his chest, though he's still high enough on adrenaline to not let his pain and exhaustion cause him to succumb.
He kneels down beside Francis, placing a hand over Francis' knife gripped own. He sighs. "Come on, love. We need to move. Someone else could come and overwhelm us any minute now, and there's only so much I can do with about two and a half limbs."
He felt like he'd twisted his ankle. Great.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 12, 2012 15:23:33 GMT -5
Francis heard Arthur in that same detached, out-of-body manner he was growing used to. More soldiers coming? Good. They would finally know just how depraved and vile one of their leaders was. He had killed many, dealt illegally, and violated an innocent girl.
"Then go." Francis pulled his arm away from Arthur's grip. When he didn't feel the presence by him move, Francis waved him away. He couldn't keep himself from staring at the body before him.
"Go! Arthur, run! Escape now!" His eyes were hard. "They will - finally, they will know..."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jun 12, 2012 15:30:43 GMT -5
Arthur glares, and a moment later, slaps Francis across the face.
"Oi, pull yourself together! In case you didn't notice, I'm hardly in a state to get myself out of here alive! What are you going to even do, leave yourself in here and face the other soldiers alone?! I'm not bloody leaving you here! Do you think she would want you to be sitting here like a duck?! COME ON!" He yells, grabbing Francis by the arm again and tugging him to his feet. He grunts, wiping his nose on his sleeve again.
Couldn't get the staff these days, could you?
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 12, 2012 15:39:55 GMT -5
Francis tried to fight off Arthur, but he felt as if he had finally landed on his body, and it was tired. The fight sagged out of him, and Francis allowed himself to be pulled away.
He didn't know the distance and length of time he ran for; all he did was follow Arthur, the only thing he knew he could trust. When they finally reached Francis' mansion, Francis sagged against the entrance before letting them in.
There was so much to worry about: Arthur was injured, there was the risk that someone was left alive to reveal Francis, or that someone had spotted them. He could only bring himself to worry about the first, so he threw himself into helping Arthur, attempting to forget the dead man's words.
They weren't true. They never happened. They were only said to torture Francis, and it was working.
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