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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Gun of a Saint (Part 5) (BNF)
(^ ^;; Heh heh...Uhmm, yesterday or whenever I posted I labeled it wrong. Yeah. That was part 4. I'm just stupid. Ok here's part 5)

Blade is seen lying in her large bed, tossing about only in a spaghetti-strap bra shirt and underwear.
Dream sequence:
man: Nightflame, for your defience we shall give your ~child~ 100 lashes.
Ryan Nightflame: NO!!
He pleadingly clasps his hands on the man's feet.
Nightflame: Please, she's only fifteen!
Blade shivers.
Blade: Please Father...do not anger him...!
man: Girl! On your knees and rem,ove your shirt.
The man picks up his whip.
man: NOW!!
Blade kneels down on her hands and knees and removes her shirt.
The man raises his whip and cracks it on Blade's back.
man: One!
Blade shows no emotion as her back begins to bleed. Some time later:
man: Twenty-nine!
Nightflame: NO!!
He intercepts the blows on his head.
Blade: Father! No! Please!
Nightflame: Augh...ah...
He collapses.
Blade: NO!!
Blade sits up in bed.
Blade: NO!!! Father!!
Tears stream down her face as she wraps her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. Ray runs into her room.
Ray: Blade?! What's wrong?!
Blade: N...nothing. J-just a dream.
Ray: Well taht was a pretty nasty dream. I could hear you screaming in ~my~ sleep.
Blade: ^ ^;; Oops. Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.
She shivers and gets up to pull on a robe. Ray blushes a little at the sight of Blade in her underwear.
Blade: Let's go to the library.
Ray yawns.
Ray: Sure. Wait...you're not going to blow my head off or anything, are you?
Blade: ^//^ No. Do you like to read?
They walk out of the room.
Ray: Yes, very much so.
Blade smiles.
Blade: I suppose I'll let up and allow you to enter there.
Ray: Why fo you always call me just Foxxglove?
...
Ray: Blade?
Blade doesn't look at him.
Blade: Does it bother you?
Ray: No...and yes.
Blade smiles.
Blade: Make up your mind.
Ray: Call me Ray. The surname sounds weird.
Blade: Ray...?
Ray laughs.
Ray: ^ ^ Great job!
They turn into the library, made of richly carved obsidian. Thomason is sitting next to a table in the middle of the room.
Thomason: Ah, taking a midnight stroll are we?
Blade glares at him.
Blade: Who gave you permission to enter my home Colonel?
Ray: ...
Thomason stands up and puts his hand on the table.
Thomason: Blade, I would like to speak with you.
Blade hesitates and then stands by him.
Blade: What?
Thomason smiles.
Thomason: Marry me and be promoted. Think of it, you could command a ship of your own someday.
Blade's eyes widen and then narrow.
Blade: You can't ~buy~ me, Colonel.
Thomason laughs.
Thomason: I can have you deployed to Mars.
Blade gasps.
Blade: You wouldn't dare!
Thomason: Oh wouldn't I?
Blade raises her hand and gives Thomason a full armed slap.
Blade: How ~dare~ you!
Thomason: You ~bitch~!
Ray steps forward as Thgomason raises his arm to hit Blade. Ray catches his fist. His eyes narrow.
Ray: Don't touch her.
Gun of a Saint Part 5-End

Yeah I feel really stupid now. ^ ^ Thanks sailor firestar for pointing that out to me. Blah. I'm so tired. I have to go so I can finish my book for school. I'll give you guys a weekly report on Saturdays now, if I get the chance. And the moral for the day is: Let your parents know when you need money for school stuff. See you space cowboy...
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