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Sir Fred smiled at himself with glee, the thought of removing the
handcuffs. How was he able to do it? Was he blessed by The Saints or what?
He scanned the puked green mess of the evil swordsman at least he wasn't
the famous Jack the Ripper. He sighed with relief.
Anna's body was now cold and dead, his quivering hand drew near to the
amulet.
In his hand, it seemed to guide him to put it around his neck. The crowd
from long distance away, he suddenly began to hear their slightest heart
beat, their slightest breath that he began shiver. Was it from the cold?
What could it mean?
The amulet glowed in a sapphire light piercing through his veins, he began
to chant gibberish over Anna's body. A language he knew not. His voice was
loud, clear, and with a perfect diction, a feeling of surging power
swelled throughout his body.It was intoxicating as he performed the
unknown religious rites over Anna's pale body. An intoxication he never
felt before, it more than he could ever dreamed for. He kissed her pale
lifeless lips, then his mind flashed to a fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty.
She was exactly that.
All of suddenly, he was no longer chanting, he could hear the insane crowd
coming from the stone road north of him. His voice cracked, a yowl and
another yowl,and he had no voice none at all. When he spoke it was almost
a dog or a wolf sound. His heart pounded, and he began running insanly to
get away from the blood thirsty crowd.
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