<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Hurt and Harm<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Exposition Park Rose Garden<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Pestilence<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Haley and Harmony walked towards the statuesque features of their new mother.  She was so very different than their old mother.  Their biological mother had just entered her forties.  Her hair was blonde and the woman had smiled a lot, maybe too much. Their brother took after her, though the girls shared their mom’s height.<br/><br/>A feeling passed between the two young women. Something tugged at them, deep down, like a hidden reed on a swimmers foot.  But the sight of their new mother’s face as she turned to greet them snapped the clutching vine of grief and the fleeting moment was gone.  They positively beamed at the beautiful blue haired woman before them.  It was hard to be sentimental when they stood in her presence.  They knew that Pestilence wasn’t their bio-mom, but she had in a way given birth to the Hurt and Harm that stood before her.  It wasn’t without its pain, but what birth was?<br/><br/>“We’re glad you like them.”  They answered together.<br/><br/>They may not have been identical twins, but they were closer than any that they knew, now more so than ever.  They wanted to tell her all about how they had lured the soldiers in with the old co-ed in distress routine and how much fun it had been to disarm and capture them, but they knew their new mother wouldn’t want to hear of it now.  She was busy after all growing their new “family.”<br/><br/>“Oh yes, lets.” Harm nodded her head.  It wasn’t often they got to watch their mother pass Judgment on new recruits.  Judgment was often traumatic, so much so for the girls that they barely remembered their own trial, even when they tried. They did know that it hurt though…a lot.<br/><br/>Hurt acknowledged her mother’s observation of the young soldier with a smile and nod of her own.  Behind her back she crossed her fingers as the young soldier began to struggle against his captors.  Hurt bit her lip in worry and stepped forward. “Please don’t.  I know this is going to hurt, but really it is for the best, you’ll see.” She said trying to calm the cute soldier boy.<br/><br/>“You’re fucking nuts!” He yelled, recoiling away from her.<br/><br/>Hurt’s soothing smile turned to a pretty little pout that tugged at her ruby lips just so.  Her eyes filled with sympathy for him.  “It’ll be okay.  I promise...Well, if you live.” She reached up as of to put a hand on his arm like a friend would to comfort a friend. Just before her finger grazed his skin electricity arced between the tip of her finger and the young soldiers flesh.  The smell of ozone filled the air and a flash of brilliant blue light lit the room with a loud pop.  The soldier and the two guards holding him flopped to the floor stunned into helplessness.<br/><br/>“I didn’t want him to struggle.  This way he won’t fight it anymore.”  She offered as an explanation and looked down.<br/><br/>“He’ll stop twitching in a moment.”<br/>