Raven. Some twisted little voice in the back of his head mused that he could have kissed her for doing that. He might even have taken the time to roll his eyes at his own sick sense of humour for even thinking as much. Might have, were it not for the smoke, rising from his chest, burning holes in the bandages that he hadn't bothered yet to remove.
"It hurts," he whispered. And his whisper turned to a whimper.
His whimper turned into a scream. Psionic flame tore through him like a bomb going off, ripping through flesh and bone and anything that had the misfortune of being directly in front of him at the time.
The scream that he started with his throat and lungs finished as little more than a blinding psionic projection of pain and horror and no as flames razed the area around him.
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Date: 2010-07-31 12:43 am (UTC)"It hurts," he whispered. And his whisper turned to a whimper.
His whimper turned into a scream. Psionic flame tore through him like a bomb going off, ripping through flesh and bone and anything that had the misfortune of being directly in front of him at the time.
The scream that he started with his throat and lungs finished as little more than a blinding psionic projection of pain and horror and no as flames razed the area around him.
He should have known it was too good to be true.