<span style="color: #8000FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">My mask is there to protect you....</span><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">and me</span></span></div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.picresize.com/images/2013/05/06/WVGne.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>Victoria clinched her fists, preparing to be attacked. She watched him carefully and her eyes flashed violet for a moment. "Bullshit is what this town is all about. I mean all the props and stereotypical versions of witches." She told him and watched his gun carefully. She winced when he touched her wound and bit her lip gently. "That really hurts you know, and you just put your filthy hands on it without even sanitizing them." She hissed. She watched his work carefully and let out a scream as the magic pushed out the bullet and healed the wound. "Fucking asshole." She cursed under her breath. "Thank you for the healing." She whispered. She looked up at him and folded her arms. "Yeah in every form of justice, telling the truth usually ends up getting the person killed in the end." She snapped and tried to stand up, but her body was still too weak. She glanced at him and narrowed her eyes at him. "I do not know who or what the Holy number is. So if you don't mind, I do have a hotel room that I would love to go to so that I may catch some sleep." She said and sighed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">My mask is there to protect you....</span><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;">and me</span></span></div></span>