<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg525079#msg525079">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 10-02-2008, 21:09:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">But Devo didn't run. He seemed frozen in place as his former girlfriend slowly walked up to him, he was like a deer caught in headlights. Gina could hear low sobs coming from him as Christi took him in her arms, resting his head against her shoulder.<br/>"Shhh, there there," she said in a comforting voice, stroking his hair. Gina could hear Devo try to say how sorry he was between sobs, but Christi shushed him.<br/>"Shhh. I forgive you, baby. I forgive you." For a second Gina allowed herself to hope this would have a peacefull outcome, but her hope was soon shattered as Christi suddenly bared her teeth and bit down hard on Devo's neck. Devo stumbled back as Christi let go of him, and the fountain of red warm fluid spraying the snow covered ground informed Gina that his carotid artery had been ripped open. He fell back in the snow with a gurgling sound from his throat. Panicked eyes locked onto Gina's, and all the stunned cop could do was helplessly watching the life drain out of Devo and see how life left the eyes that stared back at her.<br/>Christi whiped the blood from her mouth as she walked over to Gina.<br/>"Not really my style," she said calmly as she grabbed Gina by her throat and effortlessly lifted her off the ground, "but it seemed appropriate considering the company you have been keeping lately. Have any suitably profound last words?" Looking into Christi's cruel but smiling eyes were a true terror, but Gina found herself looking past her, into the snow storm where the flickering shadows of hundreds of small creatures seemed to flow into eachother and take...a humanoid shape?<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Gina felt as if she were pushing through molasses to move, joints stiff and flaring painfully as she scrambled to her feet, only to be lifted off them by the pale woman's grasp on her throat.<br/><br/>Her own hands flew up to grab the dancer's extended forearm, trying to keep from being choked and seeking to struggle free, and she could see beyond the cruelly grinning young woman - could see a thousand little bats gathering together in an unsettlingly familiar shape, and she swallowed hard as her gaze flicked back to Christi.<br/><br/>"I will when I need them," she grunted out, and kicked hard - aiming her foot between the other woman's legs, driving her hard ankle against her groin, crushing her pubis. It was always more effective on men, but it really took the mickey out of a woman too, though lots of people didn't realize it.