His words felt like a slap in the face, and the fading electricity flowing from her palms spiked, surged into him with renewed, harsh vigor. "Please. You just wish I didn't, you psychotic murderer," she rasped out, sobbed out of her hoarse, unused throat.
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Date: 2009-10-28 06:21 am (UTC)