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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 2, 2011 2:51:42 GMT
The psychic surprised Kyon when the expression on her face began to change, turning from fear to immense hate. It was a pleasant surprise at least; she preferred her victims to fight back since it made things so much more interesting, and there was more blood that way, for the both of them. Of course, out here, she couldn’t let a fight last long since people would try to break them up and she would hate for the cops to break her fun. No, if it got psychical, she’d have to get in a few satisfying hits before she was forced to knock the girl out and flee, unless the situation turned out different than she imagined.
At first, it really didn’t. The witch feinted being hurt by the punch, cursing loudly and falling back from the woman, holding a hand to her cheek where the fist had connected. Kyon was really used to quite worse and that punch had been poorly aimed at best, but she let the woman out of her hold anyway, wondering what she would do next and quite ready for chase. The expression on the witch’s face didn’t reflect any of this though. Slightly bent over as if in shock and pain, she stared up at the woman with a look of despair in her eyes. “Why?” she asked softly, even as she was being yelled at.
When the psychic did stop yelling, Kyon stood fully, the hand still on her hot cheek, staring at the other as if she had no idea what had happened and being very upset by it. “Why would you do that?” she asked, her voice sounding slightly choked up. And just for good measure, a few tears welled up in her eyes, some clinging prettily to her eyelashes while others slid slowly down her cheeks. Of course, it was all theatrics, but it was a good way to play this out. People were already pausing to watch the two before walking away and a few even stopped, looking as if they wanted to help out, yet they’d be gone just as fast. It all left the psychic in a very awkward situation, was she going to hit her again and ignore the people watching or try to run?
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 2, 2011 4:36:05 GMT
Kris held back the pain. She had hit, not very good but hard enough that she was sure she had done something to her hand. A few people that were passing by had stopped and her eyes tried hard to avoid their stares. Great, now I look like the jerk... she thought as she straightened herself out slightly. Kyon asked why and Kris had to keep herself from hitting her again. She had to admit though, those tears did tug at her heart but certainly not enough to make her apologize. All she could think about was all the people Kyon had murdered. If Kyon was going to put on a show Kris might as well too. "Next time you open your legs it better not be for my boyfriend." she said with a rather convincing and harsh tone of voice."Slut it up with him again and I guarantee you will be getting a lot more then a punch."With that Kris walked off, living the bystanders and Kyon behind.
A smirk crossed her face. She was highly satisfied by everything that had just occurred. To her it felt like she won. She had fought back. The world of the supernatural would now no longer be able to walk all over her. When Kris reached her car, she opened the door as quickly as she could before sliding into the drivers seat. She leaned back and closed her eyes letting out a deep sigh as all the anxiety she had once been carrying slowly melted away. There was a part of her that still wanted to worry. Would Kyon use her magic again in some way? Her eyes scanned everything around her to make sure that no one was around. "Kris, i think you finally did it...." she said to herself as she started the car. Would it be premature to celebrate though?
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 3, 2011 3:19:00 GMT
Still holding her cheek and letting tears fall from her eyes, Kyon stared over at the woman rather distraught as she allowed herself to be yelled at for ‘sleeping with her boyfriend’. If the witch hadn’t been trying to convince the people around them that this was an actual problem, she would have applauded the woman for coming up with something so clever. Why they had been ‘hugging’ earlier, she had no idea, but that didn’t matter did it?
As the woman walked away, Kyon was standing by herself, looking lost, confused, and hurt, just watching her leave. “I’m sorry,” she called after the psychic, “please, I didn’t-“ She was cut off by a soft choking sob, after which she remained silent, wiping uselessly at the tears in her eyes. This apparently was one man’s cue to walk up to her and try his best to comfort her after... whatever that had been. “Miss?” The witch turned her reddened eyes to the awkward looking man who’d come up next to her. “Yes?” she said, hiccupping softly.
“Are you alright?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. That sort of uninvited touching would have garnered any other man a kick right between the legs, yet she was going to make an exception this one time. “I...” she started, unsure, “I am now.” She hiccupped again and smiled at him briefly, wiping at a final tear then dropping her hands to wipe them dry on her skirt. “Thank you,” she then told him. He grinned, waving a dismissive hand to her, then dropped said hand into his pocket. “If you need to talk, I’d be happy to listen,” he offered. He moved a bit closer to her and she had to restrain herself from punching him in the gut. However, she smiled to him again. “I’d like that,” she said before a worried look came over her, “but what time is it?”
He frowned softly then pulled out his phone, turning it on to briefly check what time it was exactly. “4:17,” he said, “you have to be somewhere?”
Kyon didn’t reply to him immediately, a horrified look coming into her purse as she clutched at her purse, half turning to move away. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I have to go.” She stared at him for an anxious moment then reached into her purse and quickly yanked out a little card with a false name and disconnected phone number on it. “Here,” she said, handing it to him, “thanks.” With a final smile, she turned on her heel then ran off the direction that the psychic had gone, hoping that she’d be able to catch where she’d vanished to.
Breathing a little harder than normal, Kyon pressed herself to the side of a building and peeked around the corner into the parking lot as she watched the psychic walk through. She was at her car now and climbing inside. The witch didn’t move from her spot, afraid that the other would see her and drive away before she could do what she needed to. Lifting a hand to chest height, she mumbled a spell under her breath, concentrating hard on the psychic’s car. It was fortunate that the car stayed in place just long enough for the witch to finish up her spell, as the sound of its engine turning distracted her from looking at the actual car to looking through the window at the barely visible woman sitting in its driver’s seat.
Smiling softly to herself, Kyon moved completely out of sight of the parking lot. She would have to wait a few minutes before following after so that the woman wouldn’t see her and it would be easy to her find her now; the car’s tires would leave behind a very clear trail that only she could see. Hearing the car drive farther away and probably onto the road, she poked her head around to look into the parking lot and sure enough there were two thick, electric blue lines right on the asphalt, perfectly following the direction the car had gone, meaning the spell had worked. As long as she kept her thoughts on finding this psychic, then she would be meeting up with the woman again in no time.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 3, 2011 4:08:51 GMT
Kris reached her apartment in no time, before hurrying up the steps and unlocking the door. No matter how much she wanted to Kris couldn't seem to shake the uneasiness she was experiencing. It was if something or someone was just waiting for the right moment to show up. Cautiously she made her way to her kitchen before setting her purse down on the counter. Kris gave a faint sigh as she glanced around her kitchen. Maybe it would be best to fix herself a drink. There was nothing more appealing then sitting down to watch some pointless drama as you sipped on the alcoholic beverage of your choice. This was how she normally de-stressed.
As time went by Kris found herself asleep. Kris rarely had dreams and if she did they were often about colors. These colors would weave in and out of her dream like some extraordinary light show. It was very soothing and often gave her a fresh feeling when she woke up from it. Kris hadn't anticipated falling asleep, but that was normally the routine when a great deal of reading had been done. It was physically exhausting and draining to her. The witch had take a lot out of her. So much that those blurs of colors quickly turned into a nightmare as she jerked around on the cough fighting with the subconscious threats that her dream was now manifesting.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 3, 2011 5:02:42 GMT
Sitting on the curb, just waiting, Kyon stared at the ground, thinking of all the things she could do to that stupid little psychic once she found her. Of course, none of those ideas would actually transpire, since she liked to be as spontaneous as possible and she never knew if she’d come up with something brilliant at the last minute, or second. Most of her plans were a bit to convoluted anyway and would require some setting up, so really it was just a way to keep her mind on what she needed, that woman. And it was lucky that nobody came by and disturbed her because that might have ruined her spell and the other woman would get off easy. Finally figuring it was time to get going, the witch pulled her phone to check what time it was now. 4:45, that should be long enough. Placing the phone back in its place, she stood up, stretching her fingers, and started toward her car. Once she was settled into the seat of her sleek little black Corvette, she adjusted herself so that she could see the road easily then drove out of the parking lot, following the lines on the road almost perfectly. It wasn’t long before she was pulling up outside of an apartment building.
It wasn’t a bad place to live, she supposed, but she wouldn’t have chosen it. Well, at least it seemed to low security, that was a plus. After turning off the car, she slipped her keys into her purse and stepped into the parking lot, trying to look as natural as she could in case anyone was watching her. Of course, she was alone in the lot, but it was good to practice. At the back door that led into the building, she barely glanced at the lock on its handle before pushing right through; she didn’t need a key. Now, she had a bit of problem, since she hadn’t bothered to mark the woman, just her car. Damn, this meant she’d have to start looking through walls. But where to start?
To most people, it wasn’t logical, yet Kyon decided to try her luck on the third floor first. Don’t ask her why, she just had a hunch. She pressed her eye to the peep hole of the first door she approached, muttering softly under her breath and suddenly she could see the entire room beyond. No, that was definitely not that woman’s, it was so obviously a man’s apartment. After dismissing a few other rooms because of certain aspects, she got very lucky on the last one; the psychic was sleeping on her couch, just in Kyon’s sight. She restrained herself from celebrating though and casually pressed her hand to the door knob, twisting it open a second later.
The witch glanced around the hallway before silently sliding into the room and closing the door behind her. Hoping she hadn’t woken the woman up, she padded lightly into the living room, her eyes staying focused on the restlessly sleeping woman on the couch. Kyon moved around to the foot of the couch and quickly climbed onto it, crawling her way onto the psychic and placing a hand to her chest. Pushing down on the woman’s entire body with her magic, she kept her in place, moving her legs so she was straddling her hips. She didn’t say a thing though, merely waited for a reaction.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 3, 2011 5:59:53 GMT
It was unclear exactly what she was fighting against. The blurs of movement and color were so confusing that she could barely see her way in the forest that she was running through. All she knew was that there was something and it was after her. Her jeans were now caked in mud as she jumped over branches and rocks. Each leap she took she could feel she was getting closer and closer to tripping. Kris's feet began to stumble slightly as she felt the presence of something close by. It now felt like she was running through quicksand as her breathing became heavier. Several times did she try to cry for help, but nothing came out. A thick fog began to surround her as she began to sink. This was it she was trapped.
Kris's eyes shot opened as she gasped. Her body was paralyzed with fear the minute she saw Kyon, "What are you doing here?" There was no way that this was happening. Kris made sure that she wasn't being followed. How was this even possible? "What are you going to do to me?" Slowly a lump began to form in her throat as she tried with all her might to move. There was no way out of this one. Kris should have figured the witch would be back. She shouldn't have been so surprised that the witch had even found her in the first place. She was sure that a lot of things could be accomplished with magic.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 5, 2011 2:39:21 GMT
Kyon grinned at the opening of the woman’s eyes. "What are you doing here?" The witch didn’t respond, she only stared at the other with that smile on her face, her hands wrapping into her shirt slowly. "What are you going to do to me?" At that, she let out a soft laugh. She had no idea what she was going to do and that was just the way that she liked it; spontaneous. So even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t have prepared the woman for what was coming next, all she could say was that it was going to painful, but she had clearly already figured that out.
“Honestly,” the witch said, speaking in a soft and ironically sweet voice, “neither of us knows what’s going to happen now.” She released the hold of her magic from the woman’s body then slowly dropped her hands down by her hips, sitting up straight. “That was very clever, how you handled that scene outside of the café,” she said, “I didn’t feel cheated at all letting you go.” It occurred to her then that she could begin torturing the psychic with her memories again, but they would have to be different, a new kind of disturbing.
“It wasn’t hard to find you anyway,” she shrugged. The witch recalled the last few times she’d had sex, how wonderful it had been, how violent. Of course, most of the time, her partners didn’t survive the next morning, but there were always the lucky few that did because they were either vampires or they could completely keep up with her, though there was only one who had ever outmatched in her ferocity and energy. That was her boss, Clint, though she didn’t let the psychic know his name, only that Kyon was one of his favorites and that he was quite the badass.
“Especially since you fell asleep on this lovely couch,” she said, finishing her thought. Now, Kyon was really starting to hope that she wouldn’t be called away for business; Clint had a habit of ruining her fun. This girl was just so entertaining and now that they were in privacy, she didn’t have to worry about making the situation seem like it was something else. Although, with the way she was sitting atop the woman, it would be understandable for anyone walking in to think that they shouldn’t be seeing this for more endearing reasons.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 5, 2011 4:59:23 GMT
“Honestly, neither of us knows what’s going to happen now.” The soft sweetness of her voice wouldn't cover up the sinister glint in the witches eyes. There was a release, the ability to breath a little better before her hands were forcefully placed by her side. “That was very clever, how you handled that scene outside of the café, I didn’t feel cheated at all letting you go.” Kris wanted to smirk, but she was paralyzed with fear. Before any of the visions were forced into her by Kyon, she saw the mornings headline. She saw her death. Why couldn't this have been a stronger freak of nature? What good was the ability to read others when it came to defending yourself?
“It wasn’t hard to find you anyway, Especially since you fell asleep on this lovely couch,” Kyon voice was now nothing but throbbing echos as Kris was unwillingly flung into a deep pool of disturbance. A faint groan escaped her lung as she gripped into the cough cushion. Horror and disgust twisted her face as her eyes shot off into a deep trace. Each memory being recalled feeding the fear that was now bubbling up from her stomach and to her throat. Screams were held back as she bit her tongue, no matter how much her body was shaking she wanted to be brave."S-s-stop!" she finally screamed as she shut her eyes tightly. It wouldn't help stop her visions but it at least made her feel like she was doing something.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 6, 2011 3:15:58 GMT
All Kyon really cared to do while the woman underneath her suffered, was to watch and let those thoughts run through her mind. It was so strange to see this girl in so much pain when the witch barely did a thing, her hands just at her sides and she wasn’t even casting a spell. It was almost too easy and she was sure that she would get bored of it eventually. But for now, she could just sit and watch, waiting for the woman to let loose and scream.
"S-s-stop!"
The witch grinned happily and suddenly her mind went blank, no thoughts of murder or her victims came to her, there was nothing. Sitting perfectly in place, she reached into the pocket sewn into her skirt and slowly pulled out the knife she always carried with her. With a soft hand, she placed the blade onto the woman’s chest then left it there, tempting her.
Hit me, she thought, cut me. She really wished this woman would act in some way. If she wasn’t going to retaliate with her mind, that it was going to be psychical because Kyon wasn’t satisfied with having all the fun; the psychic needed to get in a good hit for herself, to make her angry. To the witch, prey that fought back was so much more appealing and it made her feel a bit more humane, that she would kill someone that had defended themselves and not just lain there like an infant.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 6, 2011 4:06:47 GMT
She didn't hesitate. One second was all she needed to grab the knife and spring forward with as much force as every muscle could possibly muster up. The sharp tip of the knife made a deep gash across Kyon's face as Kris aimlessness swung her arm hoping to come in contact with something. Her arms were straight as a board now, her breath heavy with angry as she held the knife steady. She continued to point the knife at Kyon as if the cut had only been a warning. "Get the hell out of my apartment you psycho bitch." she hissed through her teeth.
Kris circled her slowly keeping her eyes on her as she gripped the knife tightly. This was probably what the witch wanted. At this point though Kris thought she had a chance. At least she had some way to defend herself and break Kyon's concentration. It might have been a lost cause, there really was nothing to defend herself from magic. Kris was no stronger then a human and her abilities barely gave her much aid in being able to fight off the supernatural. Perhaps if Kyon was a vampire she would have had a chance, there was plenty of wood to make a stake from in the living room.
It was doubtful that Kyon would just throw her hands up, surrender, and walk away. In a prefect world that might have happened. In this world though, there were monsters. Fanged or not the one that stood before was one of the worse Kris had ever seen. There were no distinct features that would clue you into it either. No, by far Kyon was one of the most dangerous out there. Those lips that created a cold and mischievous smile, eyes that lit up with every scream. Her beauty seemed to be the prefect disguise for such a vile creature, lurking deep within her. Kris had seen this thing first hand, and witnessed memories that not everyone would witness. She knew this witch all too well and it was extremely disturbing. "Get out now!!" she yelled.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 6, 2011 4:42:52 GMT
Just what she had wanted. Well, for the most part.
Kyon fell back from the knife the woman swung through the air, clenching her jaw when she felt it make contact with her cheek, but that didn’t wipe the smile from her lips, not one bit. She stumbled onto her feet as the psychic did and stepped into an open area beside the couch. Her eyes stayed on the other as she moved to the side, holding the knife directly in front of her and telling her to get out. Of course, the witch didn’t move an inch, she only lifted a hand to her bleeding cheek and muttered under her breath. Immediately, the wound began to heal, though she left a scratch behind on her skin, so that it wouldn’t scar yet reminding her of the hit that she’d earned.
Now as the woman started to circle her, Kyon moved with her, turning on the spot so that her gaze couldn’t be escaped. This was really too perfect. The witch still had the upper hand, but she wouldn’t use her magic until it was absolutely essential, nor would she hit too hard in case it discouraged the woman too much. She would be gentle, at least what she considered to be gentle.
"Get out now!!"
Kyon chuckled softly at this command, tilting her head to the side. “Not that easy,” she said mockingly, repeating herself from earlier, “never that easy.” Slowly, the woman took a step, and then another toward the psychic and stopped. Her body started to relax as if she were preparing and expecting to be hit with the knife again, but in the next second, her right fist shot out, catching the woman under the ribs with more force than she was really capable of, thanks to her magic. She was sure that this would knock the wind out of the other for at least a second and well, that would just be fun to watch. She had no real plans to harm the woman that badly yet, she just wanted to see her struggle to defend herself. Kyon was like a cat nibbling on a mouse and then letting it go to see how far it could run before she snatched it back. Playing like was so much fun.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 6, 2011 5:17:54 GMT
Stumbling back Kris gasped. The hit produced some moisture in her eyes as she tried hard to avoid throwing up all over the place. The wind had been so forcefully knocked out of her that it created a deep throbbing within her stomach. An uneasiness that made her want to collapse right then and there but her feet won't let her crumble after the blow. The knife that was once held out confidently in front of her was now drawn back as her face contorted with pain. She gave a few more slight grunts as she closed her eyes; trying as hard as she could to pull herself together.
"Is that your best shot?" she grunted trying hard to force a smile on her face. Maybe if she pretended to enjoy the pain she would hurt less. Perhaps focusing on the anger that it would fuel would be the better alternative. With each retaliation, Kris could give herself another reason to fight back. Kris took another swing, this time stumbling slightly as she jabbed the knife into the Witches upper shoulder and then pushing her over the couch with as much force as she could until she heard a thud.
Any minute the witch would be raising to her feet and healing just as quickly as she had been injured. Kris ran to her bedroom. Her heart pounding as she tried to find other things to fight Kyon off with. There had to be something here that would be a good weapon. throwing clothes and books out of the way Kris smiled as her fingers wrapped around a small box. Her brother's bb gun would have to do for now. It was the only reminder of him since he had been killed. The gun looked real, and Kris was sure this could be used to her advantage. If not maybe it could do some damage.
"I'm warning you get out of here now." her finger wrapped around the trigger of the gun as she walked back out into the living room slowly.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 7, 2011 3:48:35 GMT
The witch stood back slightly, watching as the woman struggled to gain control over herself again and waiting for her opportunity to take another hit. "Is that your best shot?" Kyon grinned, almost laughing at the smile that the psychic was trying to press onto her lips. “No,” she said with a soft shake of her head, “you should know that.” She winked at the woman, positive that she knew how insane Kyon really could get in a fight, she was just being nice at the moment. If that had been a really hard hit, the woman would be on her back right now.
Kyon was actually a bit glad to feel some serious pain herself when the woman rushed forward, holding her knife in a way that it stuck into the witch’s shoulder when they connected. Unable to concentrate on fighting back in that moment, she fell back into the couch, hissing and clenching her jaw in pain. Glancing up, she watched the woman run out of the room, presumably to get another weapon, then turned to the blade buried in her flesh. Sitting quickly, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of knife then pulled, yelping softly because of the pain the moving blade caused. The knife dropped from her fingers onto the couch then her hand was up at the wound so that she could heal and stop from losing too much blood.
Hearing the psychic rushing back to the room, Kyon scrambled to her feet, rotating her shoulder to make sure that she’d healed it completely. The woman came back holding a gun, but the witch barely batted an eye at the sight of it.
"I'm warning you get out of here now."
A slight smirk lifted her lips. “That’s not even real,” she said with a smile, “there’s a reason they make the tips of bb-guns bright orange.” Her hand was instantly held out in front of her and then she twisted her wrist to the side. At the same time, the plastic gun exploded in the woman’s hand, causing plastic shrapnel to fly every which way, fast enough that it would cut if it made contact with skin. Leaving the psychic barely a second to react to the busted gun, she slashed the hand to the side and the woman fell flat onto her back, her entire body weight bringing her down.
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Post by KRISTEN JENETTE WILLIAMS on Sept 7, 2011 4:25:08 GMT
It stung like hell. She could smell the blood and she knew that it would probably be a while before she heal since some parts had cut so deeply. There a small gash just above her left eye, she could be thankful that the plastic didn't have better aim and had taken her eye out. She didn't have a whole lot of time to react to the pain before she found herself on her back. No matter how hard she tried to move she couldn't and she was sure that she had fallen on something wrong and sprang it. Kris let out a groan, wondering why she thought that taking on a witch was a smart idea. Kyon had full control of the situation and all Kris could do at this point was pray that she wouldn't end up dead.
"Your not going to kill me are you?" she cried out with a bit of agony in her voice. It was harder for her to talk because of how much her cuts stung. Kris movement was to a minimum now as she tried hard to avoid the pain. "Why don't you just curse me and move on with it like a normal witch." Kris was surprised at the amount of sarcasm she was still able to spout out. She really was in no potion to be making jokes in the first place. It was probably her way of coping with the physical pain she was now in.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 10, 2011 7:28:21 GMT
Kyon may have not been a vampire, but she could still smell the blood that was trickling from the woman’s wounds and it made her all the more excited. The sight and smell of blood was one of the best things in the world to her. Well, feeling it was even better, but from her stance, standing over her victim as it was, she settled for the former two, though that wouldn’t be for long.
"Your not going to kill me are you?" The witch tilted her head to the side, letting her dark hair fall where it wanted, mostly obscuring her face and the wide grin that was plastered on it. She slowly moved over to the woman and stood right over her, her feet on either side of her hips. "Why don't you just curse me and move on with it like a normal witch?” She let out a quiet laugh at that then lowered herself on top of the psychic so that she was sitting on her stomach. “You might have something there,” she said softly, “though I’ve never tried cursing someone before.”
Tilting her head the other way so that her hair would fall out of her eyes, she lifted up the knife that she was still holding in her left hand. “It’s probably more fun anyway,” she said, sliding the knife onto the woman’s neck, “since I can make it last until you die and I still get to see you suffer.” This woman could serve as an experiment, and maybe she would find something other than killing that she really enjoyed. Perhaps even Clint would be interested in curses if he just wanted to ruin a certain person’s life but didn’t think it necessary to kill them.
“I need a second to think though,” Kyon said, “have to come up with something torturous.” Leaving the knife resting against the psychic’s neck, she turned her eyes to the room in front of her, though not really seeing it as she thought. After a few moments of silence, she began to mutter under her breath, her right hand lifting up then forcefully pressing to the woman’s forehead. As she spoke the spell, her head tilted downward, unable to concentrate on anything but the words she was speaking. It was almost a minute, but she finally finished speaking and her head lifted enough so that she could look the woman in the face. “I’d warn of what’s ahead of you,” she said very quietly, “but that would be no fun.”
In a moment, Kyon had yanked her blade away and she was back on her feet. Whoever this psychic was, she would not be having a pleasant couple of weeks after this. If ever she tried to get to sleep, and the witch was quite certain she would, it was what people did, then she would find it to be very painful. The instant she fell asleep, her body would cramp up, her muscle would feel like they were on fire, and her head would be throbbing with pain. Of course, Kyon couldn’t have come up with a strong enough spell on the spot to make the curse last longer than a week, but it would cause the woman enough hell in a very short amount of time.
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