<div style="background-color:#c6b588; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/lDq9h9u.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #151515"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">F R A N C O I S</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #303030"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Religion lied to you - the afterlife consists only of bothering me.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #DFD5BC">_______________</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2e2e32"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Francois barely had time to move on from feeling shocked to helpless before invisible fingers suddenly held him in an iron grip. Francois watched in wide-eyed horror as his jacket, sweater, and the skin on his shoulders tore in thin strips. He gasped as the soft skin on his stomach split, as if something was dragging long, thin razors across it with absolutely no regard for the frail viscera within. The man writhed helplessly against something he couldn't see, couldn't even feel with his mind, save for a painful throb behind his left ear.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Suddenly, the feeling of being wrapped in barbed wire ceased - instead, Francois found himself flying through the carriage and straight for the glass door. He had enough time to lift his hands and shield his head from the worst of the impact, falling to the floor in a heap; limbs everywhere, but thankfully still attached to the rest of him. Groaning, he raised his head. The world was swimming, and Anna was - Anna was looking strange, standing with an outstretched palm. Not as if she was signaling someone to stop, but rather as if she were about to greet the thin, empty air for the first time. Francois narrowed his eyes. The air in front of her seemed to shimmer slightly.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He didn't have time to think about the way Anna was standing before she ran towards him, and he suddenly had enough to do with trying to open the carriage door.</div></span></div></div><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&amp;p=336350#p336350"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/Of2d2Yg.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #151515"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">A N N A</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #303030"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">If you can't summon the flames directly from Hell, store bought is fine.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #DFD5BC">_______________</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2e2e32"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Her worries of not having a means to contact the authorities were quickly pushed aside as Francois flew through the air, propelled by an unseen force. Anna didn't know what it was, and had little interest in finding out at the moment. She only knew that she had to try to do something.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, the saying went. But Anna knew that wishes <span style="font-style: italic">could</span> be horses, if you asked right. She held out her hand towards the nothing and stared blindly at it.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I don't know what you want," she told the looming presence in a firm voice and took a small step forward. "But you are leaving now." Was she imagining it, or did the presence seem to shrink back a little? She risked another tiny step towards it. "You took one life. That was enough, I think."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The presence clearly didn't agree with her. Anna's feet left the ground and she was hurled in the same direction as Francois with a shriek of surprise, hoping that he'd manage to get out of the way before they collided. Her wish was halfway fulfilled, and she only rolled into the legs of Francois, knocking them away under him, but thankfully not obstructing him too much in his effort to open the door to relative safety. The skin on her back felt clammy as she realized the thing probably did not consider a train door a very big hindrance, but it was still a relief when it slid open and the two friends tumbled through, equally frantic in their effort to slam it shut behind them again.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Anna turned to face the people in the car, hoping to all the gods there were that someone here would know what to do, and that the people who didn't would get the hell out. She only had one idea as to how to separate the two groups.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"T-there's a demon," she gasped, her hair sticking to her face. Her voice rose to a scream. "A bloody demon! Run! Just <span style="font-style: italic">run</span>!"</div></span></div></div><br/><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><ul><span style="color: #2e2e32"><span style="font-weight: bold">Notes:</span> <a class="postlink" href="https://youtu.be/6NvMXdGXEMs?list=PLabX_tmukXPOtqcIcQTl5Fy5sfhv4e73b">Listen</a> - a story this interesting needs some sort of soundtrack and I found this appropriate for this section.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tags:</span><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110294">@Muse</a>; <a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=112064">@Kalab</a>; <a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=112061">@Vystori</a>; <a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=112096">@Xaphan</a>; <a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111849">@Sojourn</a>; <a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110975">@Cotton</a></span></ul></div></div>