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Abnormal-Child	Jul 3 2008, 03:17 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	“Sign the confession sir” Tap, tap crack! Silence Logan waited silence. His gaze fixed on the terrorised eyes of his naked prisoner. It only took a moment for the pain to well up. A agonising scream tore from his blood filled throat, as the pain from his chiselled front teeth bit into his skull like white fire. Tears streamed down his grubby cheeks. His eyes screwed up to the point they looked like they might implode. His mouth a mess of broken teeth and loose blood gums. What a darling sight… Logan waited a moment longer, turning the chisel and hammer smoothly in his hands. His express was grim. His brow knitted into ugly frown. His lips curled into a distasteful sneer. His eyes showed some pity, or was it just regret. Neither really, just a longing to leave this place and go about his day once again… Why do I do this? Either side of the brightly lit room stood two practitioners. His muscle and eyes one might say. The pair stood idly. They watching with lazy eyes are the scene played out before them, to use to these displays to be much bothered by them any more. Their thuggish looks were sealed behind leather masks, standard for The Royal Inquisitors yet Logan had drawn away from the dress code and revealed his identity freely. He knew he was a monster, there was little point hiding it, was there? “Sign…..”, Logan grunted as he tapped the point of the chisel against the confession laid out upon the scarred table, based in front of the criminal. The mans eyes flickered open for a moment and gazed at the neat piece of paper, now splatter with some droplet of gore. shame. The scripture was so good, a work of art one might say. The criminals eyes didn’t stand long and were quickly flickering away defiant manner. “As you wish”, Logan heaved himself a few steps forwards and began once more. The chisel rose again and moved slowly toward the criminal. Time to practise my density, out standing how much the body can withstand. Well for a time that is. Logan sat in silence, his hand crossed on his lap and a small smiled licked his lips as he looked out over the crowds toward the arenas centre where a pair of men were going at once another with wooden swords, displaying their abilities to the crowded in order to get them worked up for the following battle. With a huff he stretched forward and grasped a fine white tea pot from the table and began to pour himself a brew into a fine china cup. The scene almost looked surreal, his black clothing clashing with the purity of the chairs and table, his gruff appearance, showing some elegance. For a moment he sat staring at the empty chair before him. All this tea and no one to share with…. “Tea any one!”, he bellowed with a smile above the roar of the crowd. No takers? Oh well he sheared to himself and let the fine tea pot clatter onto the table as he took a hold of his cup and drank healthily.


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