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Rong Er
Gritting her teeth, she began to walk as briskly as she could toward the cabin door, Lyulfe holding her arm for support ~ "Hurry, I want to get out of here." ~ There was no more wishy-washiness in her tone; she wanted out and fast. The two made their way up the planks, and onto the docks. Once there, she turned to Lyulfe and whispered into his ear.
"It was not a lethal poison that I injected into those two, you know. They can happily live on... mmm, not quite happily." ~ A wry grin momentarily passed her lips ~ "The poison starts off causing a great deal of nausea for the first three hours, imbibing the person with a sense of feeling he is better off dead than alive." ~ Her eyes darkened as she watched Lyulfe's expression ~ "But after that, the person lives on. He feels jolts of pain only if he experiences the emotion of satisfaction." ~ She paused briefly, then continued ~ "If he is happy or worse still, delighted..." ~ She seemed to savour her words ~ "... the dose of discomfort will be increased, in proportion."
Blinking slightly, she spoke again, this time softly ~ "As you can see, I am not the goody-two-shoes that you and Skye certainly are. I see now that it is best that we part ways, for anywhere that I go with you both, I shall always seem to be the devil." ~ Her right eye twinkled ~ "But enough talk, I see you are still worried for the victims." ~ She inserted her fingers into an inner pocket and extracted a beautifully carved snuff bottle.
"There are exactly two pills in there, one for each of them." ~ Putting up her hand to halt Lyulfe from talking ~ "It will ease their discomfort for the next year. The complete antidote lies with my father, and they will have to come to the Peach Blossom Island to get it."
Exhaling, she cast him a final look ~ "We will meet again, if Fate permits." ~ Before he could respond, she tore away from his hold and began running away, choking in her breath but never stopping...
[ 02-08-2004, 08:32 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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