<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Bleeding On Melinda, Good Times - <strong> P3, Parking Lot.</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jack had somewhat heard what Melinda had said, as well noted that she somehow neutralised the threat of the demon trying to grab her.  She could hardly think clearly, but had hoped the Halliwell witch hadn't seen or heard anything too suspicious, but ... then again, what difference did it make if she died?  A faint smile curled her lips in response to the woman as she made sure the demon was out cold.  With the ... yes.  Orbing of the dumpster into his face, Jack realised, he wouldn't be getting up right away of his own will.<br/><br/>At Melinda's touch, Jacqueline murmured softly.  <strong>"... Bound.  Mortal.  Fire ..."</strong> or so it seemed it was what she'd said.  The woman shuddered as Melinda orbed them around the city - the very process making her feel like someone had torn her brains out through her nose after stirring them with a spoon.  <strong>"Oh ... I want to die.  Don't do ..."</strong> <br/><br/>Her words of course where cut off as Melinda did it again.  <strong>"Where ever ... we're going ... I hope it is ... on the ... ground,"</strong> the Inspector finished before they vanished one more time.  It was strange, having ones life saved.</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Bounty Hunter</em></span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em><strong>Defeated but not broken ... yet.</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'Just a fleshwound!'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/BountyHunter1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It took some minutes for Coreth to come around with the biggest headache he'd ever had in his life - or near enough to it that it didn't matter.  <strong>"Shit ... I've got to get out of here,"</strong> he wheezed, trying several times to shimmer - and he did - but just three feet to the left each time after the witches had gotten away.  He coughed violently, then cracked his neck with a groan.  The metal trash thing hadn't killed him, but he'd be ... not quite on his feet for some time.  He was angry as he'd not completed his objective, and was too wounded to even try to follow the witches ... that he couldn't even track for the pain in his head.  <br/><br/><strong>"I'll kill her, that's what.  Then I'll stay on the food chain."</strong>  Coreth spit out a tooth.  No, he'd kill them both.  Consequences or no, or likely die in the attempt.  It would grow back, but for now it was annoying, missing things.  Carefully he picked it up and put it in his coat pocket.  <strong>"Can't leave that behind ... I'll be more than a dead man."</strong>    <br/><br/>Rolling to the left, Coreth got to his knees, and finally after a seventh try, he shimmered away - yet, didn't realised he'd left precious flesh as well as a pooling of his own blood behind.</span></span>