⚡ First Strike ⚡
I c-can't believe...a bunch of...losers...killed me! (Shadows ensconce the PCD. Yet, through them, there are glimpses of black gloves and a black coat.) Axel, th-this is - (The woman grits her teeth and tilts her head back. The color of her hair is striking - it, more than anything, shines through the darkness.) I blame you! You betrayed us! How could you be such an idiot?!
(Larxene falls to her knees, sufficiently winded. After a period of silence, she begins to notice that the shadows are dissipating.)
Is this...what happens? Am I...nothing? (She holds out her hand, watching the shadows wrap lazily around her wrist.) I'm not dying. (It's a statement - blunt and devoid of emotion.
That's when the laughter begins. For those who recall her delightful giggle, it sounds a little more unhinged now.)
Don't tell me you did this so I would learn my lesson, Axel. (She grins cruelly.) If you're here, I'll find you. Make no mistake about that.
(Larxene falls to her knees, sufficiently winded. After a period of silence, she begins to notice that the shadows are dissipating.)
Is this...what happens? Am I...nothing? (She holds out her hand, watching the shadows wrap lazily around her wrist.) I'm not dying. (It's a statement - blunt and devoid of emotion.
That's when the laughter begins. For those who recall her delightful giggle, it sounds a little more unhinged now.)
Don't tell me you did this so I would learn my lesson, Axel. (She grins cruelly.) If you're here, I'll find you. Make no mistake about that.