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Post by Terra on Jul 25, 2011 2:05:38 GMT -5
Terra floated back in shock as a sudden eruption of fire and light came from the typewriter. She struggled, attempting to drive the knife in further, but was soon forced to let go.
The flames and light formed into Robyn’s shape before her eyes. She looked just as she had the day she’d died, except that dark blue blood was dripping from her back.
"So," she said, "ghosts can't cry, but I guess we can bleed? I'm pretty sure this is blood. Feels like it."
Terra began to smile. While this meant that her life - or unlife - or whatever might be capable of being taken away once again - it also meant that she might be able to take away others’. She had real, tangible power again, beyond that of mere words.
She could kill.
Terra’s smile faded as she looked at Robyn, who was floating toward her with a grim expression on her face.
"Listen," Robyn rasped, "You killed me once before. We were in the alley, and you ganged up on me with your friends, and you stabbed me then, and-- it was an ambush. You didn't play fair."
Robyn reached behind her and pushed Terra’s knife into the typewriter, so that it was unreachable. Smart, but inconvenient for Terra. Still, at least Robyn hadn’t tried to stab her with it instead.
"I know you're clever, Terra. So you can decide where we go from here. We-- you can try to get your knife back out of that typewriter, but I think you and I both have a pretty good idea of how that will end up. Or..." she coughed a few tiny flecks of blue, "Or you can stop being a coward and let me fight for my afterlife. You've already got a head start. Fight me for it."
“So, that’s how you want it, is it?” said Terra, raising an eyebrow and beginning to smile once again. “You want your chance to take revenge on me? I don’t blame you. I’d want it, too. In fact...well, you could say that the choice to kill you was a kind of preemptive revenge against you that had the beneficial side-effect of preventing you from getting me killed sooner than I was. If you know what I mean.”
She laughed. “You know, I was almost hoping this would happen. It’s a lot more interesting than just watching you disappear inside that typewriter. I get to talk to you! And hear what you really think of me. I’m flattered that you think I’m clever. Not so flattered at the coward bit, I must admit. But still. We can talk like honest equals! Like we never could in life.
“But in any case, it seems like you’ve backed me into a corner here,” she said. “You want me to fight...it seems like I’ve got no choice, doesn’t it? Nowhere to run...nowhere to hide...except, of course, that neither of those things are true. Catch me if you can!”
She darted through the wall - but instead of flying as far as she could from Robyn’s ghost, she dashed around and came right back in, hoping to catch Robyn by surprise. She reached out to grab Robyn’s neck and dig her foot into the wound on Robyn’s back.
“I’m not a coward,” she said. “I’m smart.”
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Post by Gelquie on Jul 25, 2011 2:10:49 GMT -5
Glenda stared up at the people questioning them, watching as the townspeople and the GSIS exchanged relatively harsh words with each other. Glenda, for the most part, just stared, not responding; she didn't want to raise her voice unless she had to, especially with this headache.
But them pointing a gun at Candy? Pointing guns seemed to be a little much.
"Why do you want to kill more people in a town where deaths are a bit of a problem?" Glenda muttered aloud. "Why don't we all just calm down. Have some tea. I got plenty, and frankly, I need a cup. So if you'll just let me get back to it, I can make everyone something on the house--"
Glenda was met with a slap across the face, and she had to lean over again, taking a few deep breaths.
"Shut up," said one of the GSIS agents. "No one's leaving until we have our names. The sooner you start talking, the sooner we can finish."
"What's there to talk about?" said Glenda. "I didn't do anything to the mayor. I could barely walk. Plus, too big a crowd. Too busy watchin' for Mafia folk. Hard to pick them out. Tell me you're going to stop them. They're so bad for business. And they keep taking away people I know."
Glenda groaned and ended up laying her head against Nelly.
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Post by Luna on Jul 25, 2011 8:08:59 GMT -5
"Whaaaat?! The mayor is dead? Two people murdered?" she squeaked, "I only remember the beginning of the dance... what happened?"
"The weatherman was murdered in the mens' bathroom, the mayor found him and he swallowed they key after locking the doors so they Mafia could not get out. The townspeople hung The mayor, and Terra cut him up to get the key. She cut him to good not to know her knives. Turns out she was in the Mafia." Luna whispered to Candy.
"Hey, Shut up unless yeh've got somethin' useful to say." Said a man from the GSIS.
"Don't you tell me to shut up!" Luna growled at him. "You're the one's who have let TEN PEOP-" Luna stopped talking when the GSIS man pulled a gun out.
"Here's the deal," he said. "Y'all need to talk. We ain't gonna be lettin' any of yeh go unless yeh give us some answers. So, if you know anythin', say it now and we just might let yeh go. I'm gettin' kinda bored, and when John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt gets bored, there's no tellin' what might happen. So, for Sparky's sake, say somethin'!"
"You're not gonna actually shoot her..." Luna said under her breath.
"But really... We all know that there are Mafia mixed in our group. Right now the most organized people are you bunch who tied us up in the first place. Pointing a gun at Candy isn't going to make things speed up. I mean really, she's half asleep. Kidnapping us at noon might have been a smarter idea. Heck, I don't even know who died today, but considering we are missing a certain fortune teller, I can take a guess. Personally the most suspicious ones here are the guy I keep rubbing my head on." He leaned in close to the GSIS man and said something Luna couldn't understand.
"I am perfectly innocent!" Nelly declares. "And-and, whatever he's saying, don't listen to him! He's just a bitter bloke, always thinks he's too good for the rest of us! But I'm not, see? I can help you!"
Luna didn't suspect it was Nelly, she had shown up after the murder's. She did suspect Icon, like Drake said. She didn't trust Icon, even more now that he was crazy.
"Why do you want to kill more people in a town where deaths are a bit of a problem?" Glenda muttered aloud. "Why don't we all just calm down. Have some tea. I got plenty, and frankly, I need a cup. So if you'll just let me get back to it, I can make everyone something on the house--" She heard Glenda talking before she saw a GSIS man slap her across the face and told her to shut up.
Luna couldn't stand it. These GSIS men where getting things no where. By now, almost everyone had been hit, slapped, or had a gun pointed at them, and there was a GSIS man in front of everyone, like they each had there own. One got in Luna's face.
"Listen here, little...whatever you are, we need to know who did this, so just tell me now, or sit here for the rest of your life." He whispered to Luna. Luna looked around.
"Fine, I'll tell you who I think it is. I've put together the pieces, and the one I think it is is that kid over there called Icon." Luna whispered to the GSIS man, tilting her head toward Icon. "Think about it. He and Robyn wanted to find out who had been in the Mafia. But maybe Icon was a little greedy, and decided to kill Robyn so he could have all the fame of catching the Mafia. But once he killed, he might want more. He knew the Mafia had to be around, so he would join it, and kill off everyone, and once the Mafia was left in town, he would leave the Mafia and call the cops, like you, and have the members arrested." She whispered to him.
"But I don't know, it could be anyone."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2011 10:38:29 GMT -5
Ari yelped as she was sparked. What did these guys think they were doing?!
"If you'd have checked," she said bitterly, "I think you'd know that I was perfectly innocent. I was one of the victims, for crying out loud! And I'm in love, and the one who loves me will not be happy to hear that you tried to eradicate an innocent girl."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 25, 2011 12:13:03 GMT -5
Candy sighed, but then caught sight of Ari.
"Ari! Ari!" she tried to wave the girl over with her head. Then, out of nowhere, she started singing.
"John Jacob Jingleheimer Shmidt! His name is my name toooooooooo~" Candy sang happily, hoping to torment her GSIS guy into making him point the gun somewhere else, or even better, put it away, "Whenever we go out, the people always shout, there goes JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SHMIDT! Nananananananana~"
"Shut up. No one's leaving until we have our names. The sooner you start talking, the sooner we can finish."
The GSIS man had slapped Glenda across the face.
"Hey, you can't do that! Point all your guns at me, slap me, kick me, whatever, but Glenda was MIA for the first few murders!" Candy yelled angrily, "You evil GSIS! Why didn't you come when the Floozy was murdered? What about Robyn? Or Chane?" She started to list all the murders that had happened, leading up to that very moment. "...You only came when the stupid old mayor was killed, and from what I've heard, it was his own fault, for swallowing the key while we were all locked inside!"
Candy sighed.
"You know, I'm a simple girl, I'm just turning 15 this August. I own horses. I help Nelly at the bakery. Why would I kill my friends? I mean... the mayor was my dad..."
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Post by Draco on Jul 25, 2011 16:11:09 GMT -5
The nameless GSIS sat outside with his Ghost Sparker, as he called it. It wasn't much, but maybe it will be enough to keep that ghost inside quiet. That was when he could have sworn he heard something in one of the houses. He walked over to one, it was a house they dragged one of the townspeople from earlier. He looks around the house until he finds two ghosts fighting. He squats down low to the ground to watch, the Ghost Sparker ready to fire.
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Post by Avery on Jul 25, 2011 17:02:40 GMT -5
It was just a matter of time, really; the GSIS men couldn't really expect the chains to hold forever. Especially not when they were designed for humans, and well-- one of the suspects was anything but.
Luna had secretly, stealthily, been working at her handcuffs since the townsfolk had first been brought to the civic center. They'd fit her awkwardly from the start, and so ultimately it wasn't too difficult to silently free herself from the chains. She'd then sat deliberating for a while, looking for her moment, her chance; after all, she couldn't very well make a run for it when the whole GSIS was staring at her. If she did that, she'd be back in handcuffs in a nanosecond.
Then, just when she'd begun to think that the opportunity would never come, a few of the GSIS men walked off to have a private conversation, leaving just one guard. He was a jumpy little thing, skinny and tweedy, and Luna knew he'd be no match for her.
She acted so quickly the poor investigator never knew what hit him.
She knocked him to the ground expertly, held him down with one arm as she extricated a handcuff key from his pocket. Without remorse, she then gave him a swift knock to the head, sending him unconscious.
Luna was strangely mechanical and collected as she stepped back towards the row of townspeople. She headed towards one individual in particular, ready to spring free her fellow--
"HEY! What are you doing!?"
She whirled at the sound of the voice. It was coming from the opposite side of the room, from a GSIS man apparently come to check on his comrade. Luna panicked, flung herself forward at the townspeople. She had no time to cherry pick which person to free now; she had to pick who was closest. After all, no one yet knew who she was-- someone would help her fight, they surely would--
The lucky individual closest to Luna was no other than the town grocer, and once free, he did a splendid job of rushing the GSIS man and knocking him, too, unconscious.
"Used to be a linebacker," he said with a grin, then-- before she knew what was happening-- he had plucked the key from Luna's hand and begun unlocking the rest of the town.
Soon, they were all free and made a mad dash outside, before the rest of the GSIS figured out what was happening.
"We oughta hide," announced a woman in the back of the crowd. She owned the local pizzeria. "I've just installed new shades at the pizzeria, let's all go there."
Luna was hesitant to follow the mob, but she supposed it would be suspicious not to. Nonetheless, her heart was thudding madly as they entered the pizzeria, took in a whiff of garlic and oregano. The townspeople quickly spread out amongst the many tables as the owner drew the shades and locked the door. For a while, they sat in silence. Then someone spoke up from the crowd.
"How did you get out of the chains, Luna?" they asked.
"Yeah!" chorused a second person, eager to agree.
"And the way you knocked that guy out? It was so... professional. I bet you did the same thing to Madame Ginz before murdering her!"
"The grocer knocked someone out too," Luna retorted hotly.
"Yeah, but he clearly isn't a murderer! He's a family man, a true standup gentleman!"
"I... I... what are you accusing me of?" Luna spluttered.
No one needed to reply, though. It was painfully clear what Luna was being accused of. As the town closed ranks around her, she glanced frantically at a specific person in the crowd-- the one she'd meant to free earlier, before she'd had to settle on the grocer. Help me. Help me!, her eyes seemed to scream. But the person cannot. They would be outnumbered.
It's not possible to hang someone in a pizzeria, but the townspeople settled for a nice, clean slit throat instead. The pizzeria owner wasn't too thrilled that they'd sullied her best knife, but at least someone had paid for Madame Ginz's death. After all, even if the GSIS didn't care for anyone but Porpington, the town still did.
**
That night, as the GSIS continued their sweep of the town, trying to re-arrest their suspects, a frantic person paced about a shuttered bedroom, face sheet white, literally shaking from fear. Luna... oh Luna! How could she be gone? How could she have been so stupid, drawing attention to herself like that? Especially after Terra, why hadn't Luna learned?
Now this person was alone. The mafia was down to one.
"Luna," murmured the last one standing. "What am I supposed to do now?
Luna was a mafia member.
She'd lived in Netwaffle for three years with her dog, Spots. She used to sell weapons and armor, but business isn't like it used to be. She needed the money the mafia provided.
She never was a fan of dead bodies,but she liked killing alright. The whole mafia lifestyle, well, it appealed to her. And her affinity for swords and knives certainly helped the killing.
Good job, townspeople! Just one mafia member to go.
Setting: Hiding from the GSIS
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Post by Robyn on Jul 25, 2011 17:57:20 GMT -5
Robyn circled her shoulders and steadied her hands out in front of her, urging Terra to come right at her. It was all she could do to not roll her eyes (gosh, she'd missed having actual eyes) when her murderer launched right into words instead of action. Robyn braced herself for a surprise attack in the middle of the speech.
“So, that’s how you want it, is it? You want your chance to take revenge on me? I don’t blame you. I’d want it, too. In fact...well, you could say that the choice to kill you was a kind of preemptive revenge against you that had the beneficial side-effect of preventing you from getting me killed sooner than I was. If you know what I mean.”
Robyn knew exactly what she meant, the selfish witch. Nice to know that her wrongful death served as an extension towards a life as undeserving as Terra's. Really nice. Anger and pain boiled inside her as Terra went on.
“You know, I was almost hoping this would happen. It’s a lot more interesting than just watching you disappear inside that typewriter. I get to talk to you! And hear what you really think of me. I’m flattered that you think I’m clever. Not so flattered at the coward bit, I must admit. But still. We can talk like honest equals! Like we never could in life."
She could've thrown up. The word 'honest' rolling off of Terra's tongue was almost too ironic to bear.
“It seems like you’ve backed me into a corner here. You want me to fight...it seems like I’ve got no choice, doesn’t it? Nowhere to run...nowhere to hide...except, of course, that neither of those things are true. Catch me if you can!”
Terra dove into the side wall of the house, and Robyn moved to give chase when something caught her eye. Was that-- holy crap there was suddenly a squatting man in the house aiming a pen at her. The moment's distraction was costly. Before she knew what was happening, her throat was yanked back, and her mind swam as Terra dug a heel into the gash.
“I’m not a coward. I’m smart.” Terra hissed into her ear.
"Get OFF me!"
Robyn's voice was a needling scream as she writhed and flung Terra away from her form with both arms. The ghost equivalent of adrenaline avalanched through her as she landed a rage-fueled punch square in Terra's face. There was a satisfying, echoing crunch, and the murderer flew back through the mysterious man to hover over the floor.
Panting with the effort and torment in her back, Robyn phased through the door and soared into the warmth of the day. She didn't stop moving as she shakily tore the left sleeve off of her shirt from the shoulder and tied it around her waist, tight. She bit back another shriek as she finished the knot. There was no way she was going to win against Terra when she had all those walls and fixtures at her disposal. No, she needed to get out into the open-- somewhere with people or other ghosts that could see what was going on. Anything to put Terra at somewhat of a disadvantage.
Her vision was getting spotty as she approached the plaza that was home to such lovely local hotspots as the town grocery and pizzeria. She stopped in front of the restaurant's windows, which were curiously blocked, but that was the last thing she was thinking about as she dug through her pockets. It wasn't going to be long before Terra caught up to her, and she needed something to fight back with. Her hands resurfaced with a few ghostly DV tapes and some spare lenses. She put everything back except the thinnest lens and kept her eye to the horizon.
"Come on, Terra," she breathed, "Catch me if YOU can."
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Post by Luna on Jul 25, 2011 19:27:45 GMT -5
Luna couldn't believe it. They had got her.
~*~
Luna felt the pain of a sharp knife in her throat, while someone held her in place. Once she was cut, they dropped her, and she fell to the floor, the last thing she saw was the tile floor, and the face of revenge on her friends faces.
No. Not her friends. Her victims.
~*~
Luna flew out of her body. She looked around, and she saw her body on the floor, bleeding out. She looked around frantically, and saw all the faces of the towns people.
"I did it. I killed them all. I'm not ashamed of what I've done. It was fun to see the look in someone's eyes when they are being killed. Their pupils go small, and all the air in them rushed out. And how easily a knife cuts skin. It's like cutting butter, but you get the surprised of sweet crimson red." Luna smiled.
"Good job folks,
You've killed 3 of 4.
But it's still a joke,
Because there's still one more."
Luna said in a creepy, devil-like voice. She didn't know where that had came from, and had only meant to say it normally and creepy.
She shrugged and flew outside. She saw other ghosts. One looked like...Robyn, the first victim she had killed. She remembered the knife she had made for her, it was made out of steel, with a pine wood handle. She had carved Robyn's name into it after stabbing her, then hung it up in the back of her shop, covered by a sheet. She had a knife for everyone that had been murdered, each had a different kind of wood for it's handle.
Robyn seemed to be bleeding from her back.
"Well, Hello Robyn. It's been a while since I killed you. I didn't know ghosts could bleed." Luna wondered what happened. The only thing she had on her was a ghostly hand cuff key, and a boot knife she always carried around. "What happened to you, you look like you got in a fight."
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Post by Draco on Jul 25, 2011 19:37:34 GMT -5
Drake slumps against a wall looking at who were in the pizzeria. He was trying to figure out what to do with all of the people, mafia, and GSIS.
-Plan A, involved sitting around waiting to be captured by the GSIS, in the mean time the Mafia would probably kill another person during the night, and the townspeople would kill the mafia member by the afternoon. When the GSIS showed up, they would probably just kill the whole lot that were left.
-Plan B, involved attacking the GSIS as they are. In which case, they would all probably die, if not by the GSIS, but by the Mafia member hidden among them.
-Plan C, get weapons and follow plan B. So far this stood for their best chance. But where to get weapons? The pizzeria only had so many things to choose from...
Out of those, and a few others that were just really bad and stupid, one involving putting Icon in a hula dress and making him dance the hula as a distraction as he sung about a pizza.... Amusing, but not very good.
"Guys, I think I have a idea. It's a little crazy... But at least we shouldn't die from the GSIS if they catch us."
He sits up some.
"I think we need to get to Luna's blacksmith shop. Once there we can arm ourselves with whatever she had laying around and we could fight the GSIS back. Or we can sit around waiting to be captured, the mafia killing one of us, and then we kill someone the following day. In which case we have a chance to be killed by the GSIS."
He looks around at the people listening.
"So, anyone have any idea how to get to Luna's place?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2011 21:37:54 GMT -5
This was too much for Ari. She had refused to believe that she had seen Luna when she'd died, because...she'd liked her.
She decided to go after her. She wanted to know why she'd been killed. She'd known nothing.
"HEY!" she yelled as she approached Luna and Robyn. Then, she looked Luna right in the eye.
"Why did you do that to me?! I thought you were my friend. I liked you. And I knew absolutely nothing. I just wanted to leave the town."
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Post by icon on Jul 25, 2011 22:05:38 GMT -5
The townspeople were growing restless- the place was cramped, and they couldn't turn on the lights lest the GSIS decided to investigate. Drake was trying to organize a plan to take some weapons and rush them, but Icon wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. He looked around the room, searching for familiar faces. Candy, Miss Noshus, Nelly, he had no idea what to do. They were trapped. It wouldn't be long before they all got caught, and then... he really didn't want to think about what could happen then.
He decided he would try to stand guard by the window- maybe he could be of use that way, let the others know if the GSIS was coming. He couldn't see very many of them around, and none of them was going to reach them any time soon, but it still couldn't hurt to be oh my gosh what was that noise
He peered out the shades, taking care not to disturb them noticeably. It was... Robyn? Somehow Robyn must have gotten out of the typewriter. He couldn't see what she was doing very well. And who were those other figures? That one was definitely Luna, but the other one looked sort of like Terra... oh no. Oh no. This was not happening.
He searched around frantically, trying to think of something, anything he could do to help her. Rushing in to help her from here wouldn't help, and it would alert the GSIS of their hideout as well. There had to be a way to help, to take charge of the problem! It was shocking, not being able to do anything.
...Wait. Charge. Shock. The stun gun! Icon had purchased it a while ago, tried carrying it around for self-defense, but evidently he hadn't brought it with him today. The only way he could get to it would be to run to his house... and risk getting caught by the Investigation Squad. They certainly wouldn't be as merciful if they saw him again...
He watched the scene outside unfold again, taking care not to let the GSIS spot his location.
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Post by Avery on Jul 25, 2011 22:50:29 GMT -5
The Narrator is now 100% sure these townspeople are barmy. Absolutely barmy.
Exhibit A:
Porpington locks them in a ballroom. They react by killing Porpington, then demanding he be cut open. They then kill the person who agrees to the cutting.
Exhibit B:
They are locked up courtesy of the GSIS. Someone frees them. They kill this person.
Exhibit C:
They voluntarily lock themselves up again in the pizzeria.
The Narrator is sitting at a table as far back from the window as she can manage, trying to tune out the chatter. The pizzeria is large, but it's not meant to accomodate an entire town; the Narrator is fairly sure code limits must be exceeded. As such, every sound is amplified and everybody is pressed close together, trying to ignore Luna's bleeding body, which the pizzeria owner shoved into the corner.
"So, anyone have any idea how to get to Luna's place?"
Ugh, Drake. The first one of them to turn back when they'd been imprisoned by the GSIS. Funny now how he's leading the charge against the investigators, that tea-hating, two-faced man who had taken over the delicatessen.
Still, no matter how much she dislikes Drake, the Narrator admits venturing to Luna's might be a good idea. The girl was a maniac, she must have lots of weapons stashed.
"She lives-- er, lived-- uptown," the Narrator says. "I can lead the way, if I must. As long as we're careful to avoid those dreadful GSIS men."
She dearly hopes no one remembers her own attempted betrayal of the town. In more than one way, she's grateful for the distraction Luna caused. Maniac or not, the girl's escape from the chains and then execution has readily distracted the rest of the town from she, the Narrator's, own discretions. Thank goodness for that, she thinks, as she waits for Drake's response.
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Post by Terra on Jul 25, 2011 23:26:47 GMT -5
"Get OFF me!"
Terra gasped as she felt her nose get crushed by the impact of Robyn's fist. Dark blue ethereal liquid dripped down, and the pain was nearly unbearable...but no. She had to focus. Block it out. She'd done it before, and she could do it now.
Deep breaths, Terra. Through the mouth.
The action calmed her, even if she didn't really need to breathe as a ghost.
Robyn soared out before Terra could stop her. She watched her go, and then she ducked under the ground. She flew in the earth under the streets, listening, and occasionally poking her head above the ground when it seemed safe.
She poked her head up again and glimpsed Luna's ghost floating up to Robyn's.
Dang it. They'd gotten her, too.
"Well, Hello Robyn. It's been a while since I killed you. I didn't know ghosts could bleed. What happened to you, you look like you got in a fight."
Of course she was going to take credit for the whole thing. Sure, she'd gotten to do the actual stabbing, but who'd cornered her in the first place?
She ducked back down below the earth as Ariana's ghost floated up to Luna and started yelling. Before she was going to face Robyn, she had to have some kind of weapon besides her hands.
She didn't have much, now that the knife was gone. She hadn't had the space to hide more than one knife in her dress.
She removed her glasses, checking to see whether she needed them as a ghost - but then she realized that she couldn't really tell, considering that there was no light underground, and she didn't want to risk popping up again and possibly being seen.
Besides those, she had a sash and a pair of shoes. If she was desperate, she could probably fashion some kind of weapon out of them...but she had to say that the odds didn't look good at the moment.
She hoped that Luna would be kind enough to help her. She had her doubts - Luna was a bit selfish at times...but she still had an afterlife to lose.
Terra untied her sash, darted out of the earth, and looped it around Ariana's neck, pulling her in close to her.
She looked up at Robyn.
"If you want to kill me now, you'll have to go through dear little Ari," she said.
She looked at Luna. "I thought I should let you know that Robyn here wants to get revenge on the Mafia for what happened to her. I can't blame her...but I thought I should warn you. I can't imagine what it'd be like to get killed twice in the same hour...you still have your knives, don't you? You can probably take care of her quickly, then. I've seen your skills. Go ahead. Don't be afraid."
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Post by Luna on Jul 26, 2011 0:10:47 GMT -5
"HEY!" Luna turned to saw Ari's ghost. "Why did you do that to me?! I thought you were my friend. I liked you. And I knew absolutely nothing. I just wanted to leave the town.""Dear Ari, I didn't kill you. I mean, it was a group effort, but I didn't stab you." She floated up to Ari and grabbed her chin. "And you where leaving, and no one leaves. I didn't understand why you wanted to leave, the fun had just started." Luna let go of Ari, only to be met by Terra, who looped her sash around Ari's neck. "If you want to kill me now, you'll have to go through dear little Ari," Terra said. She looked at Luna. "I thought I should let you know that Robyn here wants to get revenge on the Mafia for what happened to her. I can't blame her...but I thought I should warn you. I can't imagine what it'd be like to get killed twice in the same hour...you still have your knives, don't you? You can probably take care of her quickly, then. I've seen your skills. Go ahead. Don't be afraid.""Terra, what are you doing?!" Luna Looked at her, and Ari, poor Ari. "I could kill her in a second, trust me, but I'm not going to. She might want revenge, but I want to make things right. It doesn't have to be the same in the afterlife. I was really only in the Mafia for the money. Also the fun of killing people, but these people are already dead. Why do you want to kill them again?" Luna asked Terra, the people where already dead, what fun did she see in killing them again? A new victim was always better than an old one. But Luna also wanted to go with Terra, she had been loyal to her in the Mafia, how could she just betray her like this? She didn't want to be a murderer in the afterlife too. But Terra was her friend, and she had watched Terra kill people, it was a special bond only murderer's could have. Luna shook her head. She needed to decide. She floated up to Robyn, and jumped on shoulders, pulling the knife out of her boot and putting it in her mouth. "Sorry I have to do this." Luna jumped off Robyn and flew at Terra. She pulled the knife from her mouth, and landed on Ari's shoulders. She jumped behind Terra before she could do anything, and stabbed her in the back with the knife, and bit down and Terra's shoulder. Her blood tasted sweet. She looked at Robyn, biting down on Terra's shoulder as hard as she could, eyes full of fear and regret for attacking Terra. Luna knew Terra could kick her butt, and if she lived through the attack, she probably would. (( BTW, Dead Luna: ))
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