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June 15, 2001 |
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Shoreline outside Vrokk City...
Damen steps into view, smiling faintly. His skin color is pale, and a fine sheen of sweat dots his brow. "Hey sexy."
Pestilence is seemingly disinterested in his presence here. "You look well, Damen."
Damen smirks faintly. "You've never been a good liar, Yo. I look like shit...but thanks."
Pestilence allows a slight smirk to escape her lips, "Nothing less than you deserve."
Damen raises an eyebrow. "That's twisted logic. All I have ever wanted was for Yosannah and I to live in peace." He coughs, and then spits some blood out on the sand.
Pestilence is not at all effected by his condition, "And I suppose this is the point where you prove your love and shoot me to win her back." She makes a week effort to glance over him, "You don't happen to have a shotgun on you, do you."
Damen grins, "Not this time." He shakes his head. "No. You've won. I'm here to concede."
"Please, Damen. That's not your style and you know it."
Damen smiles wanely, taking a step towards you. "Do you need me to prove it, Yo?"
Pestilence takes a step away, "As a matter of fact, Yes. I do." She laughs, "Prove yourself to me, Damen. I would like that."
Damen nods, and offers his hand to her. "You have the power to take my life, Yosannah. So do it." He regards her stoically, "If there is no way we are going to make it....do it."
"There is no you and me, Damen. You forget who you're talking to." She makes no gesture for his hand.
Damen shrugs, "She's in there...and she's strong." He cocks his head to one side. "You can't do it...can you?"
"Can't do what?"
Damen says "You can't kill me."
Pestilence laughs. Loudly, "Please. Do you want to die? Is that what you're asking me?"
Damen shrugs nonchalantly. "There is no life without you, Yosannah. It's that simple."
"And yet, you're the one who let me free. How do you reconcile that?"
"I took a gamble that your personalities had merged thoroughly...that there was no need for it anymore. I was wrong apparently."
"And why did you think it was your choice to make. Removing the collar?"
Damen laughs. "It was my collar."
"And it was her life."
"Then give it back to her."
"Ah, but now it's my life."
"It wasn't your life to begin with."
"And I suppose I have you to thank for that. Is that it?" The black pools in her eyes swirl and flash, "Let me explain the situation."
Damen says "I don't want to hear it." He offers his hand, "Just get this over with."
Pestilence ignores his request. "You will handle the situation with the whore Kitsune should have killed. I don't want to have to hear about her or her pathetic aquaintances again." And then, "In exchange, I will consider what you ask. Otherwise, You can rot slowly ... and it will make no difference to me."
Damen shakes his head. "No. Unacceptable to me."
Pestilence reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls a deck of trumps forth. She turns and begins to walk toward Vrokk City as she does.
Damen's image begins to shimmer as he pulls out his glock and places the nuzzle underneath his chin. "Goodbye Yosannah."
In the distance, a gun's report can be heard as Damen's body begins to fall to the ground... Slowly, it shimmers and disappears.