“I hope the best for your future, little one. Be strong and survive.” Marvin said, his voice shaken, his heart melting like ice in the sun as he looked at the broken girl, anguish and sorrow forming a knot in his soul. “The world will soon be a little better. Call 911 now, and tell them about Harry.”<br/><br/>With that, Marvin left her side at the bed and walked out into the hallway, pulled off one of Harrys socks and shoved it into his mouth, and locked it into place with a zipper around the back of his head, making sure he couldn't make too much noise, then he rolled up the balaclava. Marvin then opened the door, glanced up and down the streets and walked out to his car, popped the trunk and went back inside to Harrys place. “Little one,” he said aloud, hoping that she could hear him, “I'm sorry I didn't get here earlier, please forgive me, and be strong.” Then Marvin took a pocketknife from his pocket and cut loose Harrys ankles from the radiator, and placed the used zipper back into his pocket, then he hefted Harry up on his shoulder, “Move, and I will kill you, stay still and I will hand you over to proper person.” Then he stepped out, moved as fast as he could, and dumped Harry into the trunk before closing it.<br/><br/>Then he headed back home, keeping the speed limits.<br/><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[Strength + Athletics + Vigor]<br/>At 2010-04-25 16:24:39, Marvin (uid: 13111) rolls: 4d10 tn1: 8 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=14967) </span></em>