11-20-2009, 08:40 AM
Belle just lay there, unmoving, but not unconscious. Despite all of his resolve, all of his clever planning, he couldn’t do it. He wondered what would happen if he didn’t get up. Kaden had said that Dukes would control him, and then the demi-saiyan would have no choice; he’d finish the girl whether he wanted to or not. Or maybe the crazy princess would recover from his clever little trap and finish him off instead. Any way you sliced it, Belle’s mind was made up. He let the cold numbness of the snow wash over his body, letting it take him in. His eyes drifted to a close. Before he let slumber take him, he could audibly hear the crunching of footsteps slowly heading towards him.
No…way…
Belle grimaced, opening his eyes just in time to see a scorched and very pissed off Sage. Still polarized by the barrier’s energy, somehow, the princess still had those crimson arcs of electricity streaking across her body. Something about her had…changed. It was like all the essence of Sage was gone, and some empty, raging shell was left in her place. She lunged downward and grabbed Belle by the throat, sending charges of electricity coursing through his body, and she picked up him until he was dangling in the air. The boy’s muscles twitched and tremored, and despite the fact that he was completely repulsed by this skin-to-skin contact, his hands immediately, reflexively flew up to grab her wrist. Tears of pain sprang unbidden to his eyes as he screamed in pain, and he wriggled like mad to escape her grasp, releasing his own hands from her arm; he couldn’t stand her touch on him. Was this what it had felt like for Chickie? Was it slow, like this? No, it couldn’t have been…Chickie had gone quick…
“I…will…not…let…you…hurt…me…anymore,” Sage growled venomously, punctuating each word. The image of Sol began to flicker, back and forth between the man the hybrid hated and the boy who had been nice to her in the bunker, like bad television reception.
“Sage,” Belle grunted painfully. “S-s-stop…”
But she didn’t stop. She formed a shard of ice in her palm, and with excruciating agony, slowly began to drive it into his abdomen. He didn’t feel anything, at first, because it was so cold, but as it penetrated deeper, it elicited a fresh cry of ache.
Finally, the last bits of electricity discharged, the conductor completely out of energy.
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“Damnit,” Audric cursed. “The programming for the barrier is interfering with my mod.”
“Can you correct the coding?”
“Not on the fly like this. It was hard enough trying to incorporate a new stream of code over Belle’s programming. I’m not going to have time; if I type too fast I’ll make a mistake and fuck up the whole thing,” Audric grumbled, nonetheless going as quickly as he possibly could.
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Belle couldn’t touch her, but he could touch the icicle. His hand gripped the cold shard of ice, trying to stop it from going any further.
At last, the image of Sol completely dissolved, and it was like a light switch being turned back on in Sage’s brain.
“W-w-w…what?” she muttered, as if awaking from a bad dream.
Belle let out a cry as his free hand came up and chopped her square in the temple. Sage’s eyes popped for a moment…only a moment…before she crumpled like a rag doll to the ground. Belle fell with her, but he immediately scrambled away as soon as her grip loosened. He breathed raggedly, sending puffs of frozen air from his lips. He clutched tightly onto his wound, pulling the icicle completely out, and blood flowed freely. Fortunately, it had slipped completely in-between any vital organs and was off center, catching more flesh than innards. He had no idea if she was still alive, but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. This woman was crazy. The demi-saiyan fled for dear life.
No…way…
Belle grimaced, opening his eyes just in time to see a scorched and very pissed off Sage. Still polarized by the barrier’s energy, somehow, the princess still had those crimson arcs of electricity streaking across her body. Something about her had…changed. It was like all the essence of Sage was gone, and some empty, raging shell was left in her place. She lunged downward and grabbed Belle by the throat, sending charges of electricity coursing through his body, and she picked up him until he was dangling in the air. The boy’s muscles twitched and tremored, and despite the fact that he was completely repulsed by this skin-to-skin contact, his hands immediately, reflexively flew up to grab her wrist. Tears of pain sprang unbidden to his eyes as he screamed in pain, and he wriggled like mad to escape her grasp, releasing his own hands from her arm; he couldn’t stand her touch on him. Was this what it had felt like for Chickie? Was it slow, like this? No, it couldn’t have been…Chickie had gone quick…
“I…will…not…let…you…hurt…me…anymore,” Sage growled venomously, punctuating each word. The image of Sol began to flicker, back and forth between the man the hybrid hated and the boy who had been nice to her in the bunker, like bad television reception.
“Sage,” Belle grunted painfully. “S-s-stop…”
But she didn’t stop. She formed a shard of ice in her palm, and with excruciating agony, slowly began to drive it into his abdomen. He didn’t feel anything, at first, because it was so cold, but as it penetrated deeper, it elicited a fresh cry of ache.
Finally, the last bits of electricity discharged, the conductor completely out of energy.
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“Damnit,” Audric cursed. “The programming for the barrier is interfering with my mod.”
“Can you correct the coding?”
“Not on the fly like this. It was hard enough trying to incorporate a new stream of code over Belle’s programming. I’m not going to have time; if I type too fast I’ll make a mistake and fuck up the whole thing,” Audric grumbled, nonetheless going as quickly as he possibly could.
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Belle couldn’t touch her, but he could touch the icicle. His hand gripped the cold shard of ice, trying to stop it from going any further.
At last, the image of Sol completely dissolved, and it was like a light switch being turned back on in Sage’s brain.
“W-w-w…what?” she muttered, as if awaking from a bad dream.
Belle let out a cry as his free hand came up and chopped her square in the temple. Sage’s eyes popped for a moment…only a moment…before she crumpled like a rag doll to the ground. Belle fell with her, but he immediately scrambled away as soon as her grip loosened. He breathed raggedly, sending puffs of frozen air from his lips. He clutched tightly onto his wound, pulling the icicle completely out, and blood flowed freely. Fortunately, it had slipped completely in-between any vital organs and was off center, catching more flesh than innards. He had no idea if she was still alive, but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. This woman was crazy. The demi-saiyan fled for dear life.
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