<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.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 and Cackle<br/><br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The twins watched the young soldier boy writhe on the floor.  They didn’t like to see him in pain, but new that it was necessary.  Birth was painful, or so they had been told, rebirth was doubly so.  A small pout formed on Hurt’s lips when her soldier by shuttered and became still.<br/><br/>“Wait for it.” Harm said reaching out hold her disappointed sisters hand. She watched his form closely.  With a jerk the soldier boy’s back arched to such an extreme that she heard his spine snap.  The sharp crack made her flinch.  The transformation was amazing to watch.  Never before had it been so complete.  Mother had been busy while they had been away.<br/><br/>“Well, I guess I won’t have a date this weekend.” Hurt said with a sigh.<br/><br/>“Why? Your last boyfriend had a worse laugh.” Harm chided her sis.<br/><br/>“I know I’ve dated a dog or two, but really I have higher standards now.  Shane’s laugh wasn’t that bad.” She giggled at her own joke and Harm just rolled her eyes.  They quieted down as their mother spoke and bowed their heads in respect when she asked them to greet their new brother.<br/><br/>Hurt cocked her head slightly to examine the cackling hyena man that stood before then.  She was still clearly disappointed that there was no sign of the handsome young man they had brought before Pestilence.  Ever the optimist a new thought brought a smile to her face.<br/><br/>“I did always want a dog, though.” She said bouncing up and down and clapping her hands.  “Who’s the good boy.”<br/><br/>“Ha..I…aha..ll…rip your…Hahahaaa…N’ Throat…Aha..ha…out!” The shaggy scavenger lunged at Hurt, his fanged mouth looking to tear into the soft flesh of Hurt’s throat.  Cackle’s furry face slammed against an invisible wall inches from Hurt’s face.  Spittle and foam dripped from Harm’s forcefield and Cackle’s claws raked across its surface, making a sound like a dog running across glass.<br/><br/>Hurt ever flinched and broke out into her silvery laughter.  “Bad, dog.” She said with a grin.  “Don’t make me swat you with a newspaper.”  She added forming a baton of energy in her hand and rapping it against the twins side of the forcefield.<br/>