Andrita
The Ultimate Wielder of the Dark Side
FactionGuerrilla
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darkred
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Nightwisher
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Sleek
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Birb
... The deed of not so cold blooded murder was done... Or was it ? Her eyes, still clinging to life held the indication she was still clung into life, but barely. She wasn't dead, not yet at least, but she would eventually be there if she kept bleeding out, which based on what Xander did clearly wouldn't help tend to her serious wound . At best she'd be left for dead. The shock factor of it happening was allowed her to still keep standing for just a few moment, jagged breathing as the gaping whole where her "I did deserve it after all the vile stuff I have done in my lifetime. I don't hate you for doing it though... I knew someone would try eventually. It's funny how the only time I am truthful in my pathetic life I end up dead because of it. Irony is something else huh ? " . She told Xander, before coughing up blood and kneeling forward but still has one knee upward, so she is still not completely on the ground yet, with one knee where she was clearly wounded to the point she was going to die eventually. She shakily went to grab her own gun, but surprisingly... She did the most noble thing anyone could've done. Instead of opting to do anything vile....
She put the gun she had on her person into her mouth, her hand on the trigger. She didn't want this to last any longer. " ... Finally, Salvation and freedom from the demons in my head. I needed a way to clear my head... And I have found it... Thank you..." . As she pulled the trigger, another shot was heard across the island , except it went off inside of her mouth, and went out the backside of her neck. She was dead now. But apparently a note fell out of her pocket when she fell lifeless on the island. it was an note that read:
The child was confronted by Xander [ Nightwisher ] and was demanded to avoid being in the conversation any longer. Demand and confronted were actually not exactly what happened, but in the mind of a child things sometimes get filtered along the way to make it seem more hurtful... Especially to an already broken child. Part of him wanted to just straight up deny what Xander said, essentially doing what he wanted. But the other part, his non-emotional aspect told him it was for the best. He whispered a silent prayer and silently nodded to Xander, hugging himself with his dinosaur smack in the middle, as he proceeded to not be in the conversation anymore. He was upset, and if one would notice silent tears were coming off his cheeks. He couldn't really cry anymore to the point it could be heard at least : He just couldn't. The ability to being heard crying was nonexistent as he was yelled at so much for doing so his subconscious muted t he sound of him crying. He really hoped nothing bad happened, even to those who clearly deserved whatever is coming to her more than others.
When the kid heard the gunshot, his heart fell to the downward spiral and was full of butterflies. He wanted to go back so badly to see what happened, but his heart of hearts knew. He sobbed in a defeated manner, knowing that one of them likely died or at least was severely hurt. This broken child's heart was heavier than usual, and if one would notice he held his teddy bear even tighter. He knew thatsomething horrible just happened, but the anxiety of not knowing what it was have him goosebumps.
He opened his diary whichwas on his person, and proceeded to write in it. Most wouldn't believe him no matter what he said, so he kept it to himself. But the hint is that throughout all this time he never acknowledged himself as a bou and the fact that he actually does have feminine body features and even a exclusive little girls voice if one paid attention, hinting of his true gender. However, no one paid attention so he didn't have to reveal something so ... embarrassing ... but he wished he had the courage to tell them they were wrong the entire time calling him a little boy.
He walked back to the group, not bothering to turn back in fear of what she'd/he'd see. He continued to walk back to the place where the others he met were located. As he made it the others were surprised by the sound, and asked in the same timid voice that yes sounded like a girls exclusively if you paid attentioned and figured it out , but she / he asked to the group in a timid fashion, shuffling her foot as she / he hugged her teddy bear tighter "... D... Did anyone find out what happened ? " .
... The deed of not so cold blooded murder was done... Or was it ? Her eyes, still clinging to life held the indication she was still clung into life, but barely. She wasn't dead, not yet at least, but she would eventually be there if she kept bleeding out, which based on what Xander did clearly wouldn't help tend to her serious wound . At best she'd be left for dead. The shock factor of it happening was allowed her to still keep standing for just a few moment, jagged breathing as the gaping whole where her "I did deserve it after all the vile stuff I have done in my lifetime. I don't hate you for doing it though... I knew someone would try eventually. It's funny how the only time I am truthful in my pathetic life I end up dead because of it. Irony is something else huh ? " . She told Xander, before coughing up blood and kneeling forward but still has one knee upward, so she is still not completely on the ground yet, with one knee where she was clearly wounded to the point she was going to die eventually. She shakily went to grab her own gun, but surprisingly... She did the most noble thing anyone could've done. Instead of opting to do anything vile....
She put the gun she had on her person into her mouth, her hand on the trigger. She didn't want this to last any longer. " ... Finally, Salvation and freedom from the demons in my head. I needed a way to clear my head... And I have found it... Thank you..." . As she pulled the trigger, another shot was heard across the island , except it went off inside of her mouth, and went out the backside of her neck. She was dead now. But apparently a note fell out of her pocket when she fell lifeless on the island. it was an note that read:
The child was confronted by Xander [ Nightwisher ] and was demanded to avoid being in the conversation any longer. Demand and confronted were actually not exactly what happened, but in the mind of a child things sometimes get filtered along the way to make it seem more hurtful... Especially to an already broken child. Part of him wanted to just straight up deny what Xander said, essentially doing what he wanted. But the other part, his non-emotional aspect told him it was for the best. He whispered a silent prayer and silently nodded to Xander, hugging himself with his dinosaur smack in the middle, as he proceeded to not be in the conversation anymore. He was upset, and if one would notice silent tears were coming off his cheeks. He couldn't really cry anymore to the point it could be heard at least : He just couldn't. The ability to being heard crying was nonexistent as he was yelled at so much for doing so his subconscious muted t he sound of him crying. He really hoped nothing bad happened, even to those who clearly deserved whatever is coming to her more than others.
When the kid heard the gunshot, his heart fell to the downward spiral and was full of butterflies. He wanted to go back so badly to see what happened, but his heart of hearts knew. He sobbed in a defeated manner, knowing that one of them likely died or at least was severely hurt. This broken child's heart was heavier than usual, and if one would notice he held his teddy bear even tighter. He knew thatsomething horrible just happened, but the anxiety of not knowing what it was have him goosebumps.
He opened his diary whichwas on his person, and proceeded to write in it. Most wouldn't believe him no matter what he said, so he kept it to himself. But the hint is that throughout all this time he never acknowledged himself as a bou and the fact that he actually does have feminine body features and even a exclusive little girls voice if one paid attention, hinting of his true gender. However, no one paid attention so he didn't have to reveal something so ... embarrassing ... but he wished he had the courage to tell them they were wrong the entire time calling him a little boy.
He walked back to the group, not bothering to turn back in fear of what she'd/he'd see. He continued to walk back to the place where the others he met were located. As he made it the others were surprised by the sound, and asked in the same timid voice that yes sounded like a girls exclusively if you paid attentioned and figured it out , but she / he asked to the group in a timid fashion, shuffling her foot as she / he hugged her teddy bear tighter "... D... Did anyone find out what happened ? " .