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May 17, 2009 20:08

No, n-no. nono. [ there are small, painful sobs heard in the background. Footsteps wading through some sort of liquid are eerily echoing through the 2nd floor's blood soaked halls. ]

That wasn't-- that wasn't me. No. That wasn't me! I would never-- not that way. Not like that. No! Make it stop!

Where are you. Where are you.

Where are you? You're still here. I know you are-- I didn't..not to you. Please come out.

[ a choked cry escapes, and the weapon in his hand- a silver crafted candelabra- slams into the wall. ] ..don't hide...don't hide from me.

toris laurinaitis

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