Re: Mirage's Place
Mirage scowled down at the little box, the note crumpling up in her hand. Her mood had quickly soured when she'd awoken to find yet another 'gift' from her enemy in her place. The box no doubt contained yet another body part from some poor girl and that thought brought a terrible mood upon her.
Mirage had thought that she'd ended this man. She had his throat between her fingers, his blood on her knuckles. The man was dead. She had seen to that. She'd reveled in the feel of his life dripping out of him drop by bloody drop. How could he still be alive? Could he regenerate like she could?
Or she might have killed the wrong man. She might have killed an innocent man. Her mood flipped around again, sinking with a very heavy weight as she realized what she had done. Had she killed an innocent man? The thought was terrifying. Mirage had always tried not to kill, despite how badly she wanted to end some of those villains out there. It was a line that she refused to cross, one that defined a difference between her and them.
Only, she had crossed that line. It had been worth it to stop this psycho, except she hadn't stopped him. She couldn't have killed an innocent. It had to be a trick. It had to. The man was playing with her mind, but somehow she just couldn't drive away the idea that she'd killed someone who hadn't deserved to lose their life.
What did this mean for her now?
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This message was last edited by the player at 04:07, Fri 04 Feb 2011.