Having a Drink.

Okay, then. I will. Ember tried to lift up the boy as well, but it was hard to hold up his weight with her black stiletto boots making her trip and fall over. She ripped them off in one fluid motion and heard a satisfying bang! as they hit someone who fell over and, she assumed, passed out. She starred down the boy who was so still, he looked as if he wasn't breathing. . She suddenly froze as J.P. was toppled over by the other Fallen. She keeps hold on hers by his t-shirt collar, as if that would keep him from thinking of escaping. Her long, black-painted nails dig into his skin, and she felt him wince in pain. The larger Fallen got up, but Ember didn't move. She would never forgive herself if this one escaped. The only thing that made her loosen her grip was seeing the boy rip free from his ropes. She completely let go and kicked her Fallen boy down only when she saw the stupid, idiotic, death-sentenced Fallen kick J.P. Her J.P. She ran over to him and held his hand as she pulled him up. Ember payed absolutely no attention to Cracker until she realized that the Fallen who had hurt J.P. was trying to get the other one to leave. I glared back at the boy -apparently called "Kaleb"- and tried to weaken his light as much as she could, still holding J.P>'s hand in hers. You move, boy, and you both suffer, I threaten, hissing the words through my teeth.

I looked in amazement and admiration as Rocket fights off the two them men. He beckoned for me to come with him, but I could not muster enough energy to figure out how to make my legs move. Go. I mouth slowly. I'll be fine. I'll be a distraction. Warn the others.

Cracker watches in shock as the boy rips free of his ropes and then proceeds to impale a knife in his arm. Ow. he thinks absently. He is already falling, crumpling onto the floor as black blood oozes out of the wound. And then he is gone, blending with the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun.

% I like that post Egypt, and Kiwi, the part about the black blood; very nice.

Seeing how good J.P. was feeling, Ember smiled evilly, pressing her hand to his cheeks almost... lovingly ..., and immediately leaped up and grabbed Kaleb by his collar once again, but he was dangling off of the floor this time, like a bad high-school sitcom. If. You. Move. Or say. One. Single. Word. She took out her pocket-knife and ran it across his neck, letting a decent gash of blood stain his shirt and drip to the floor. She realized it wouldn't do any good unless they could get them both back Home. You will not be allowed to die- that would only be an escape. I can wait a little while longer to enjoy watching you beg foe death.. I begin cackling maniacally, but I soon let him fall back down with a loud thud! and turned to the Fallen standing up. You really think I'll let you leave like that? I ask, seeing "Kaleb" pat his neck to see how much blood he had lost. He didn't seem as appetizing to Ember, but he's have to do for now. She held the bloody knife in her hand reassuringly.

K: *sigh* i just killed Cracker and now I don't get to have anymore fun. Oh well. Make it exciting, you two.

She choked for breath just to see Cracker-their leader for so long- lying lifelessly and simply fading away into the shadows. No, She manages to choke out as the boy crumbled her into nothing. NO! She screamed as the anger flowed up inside of her like a sudden change temperature in blood. I try to rip the boy off of me weakly at first, but Ember then takes a defensive position and squeezes out from under him, splitting from under his arms in one quick movement. She had to avenge Cracker's unrightful death by the Fallen. She fluidly moves behind him to kick him down by his back. She took the knife and drew a larger gash in Kaleb's neck, too angry to care about if he were to die right now. She was willing to take the chance of waiting until later to feast.

%Kiwi, Cracker wasnt supposed to die.

(Kiwi, you could always use his "Them" powers to bring him back)

I nod at Rocket slowly as I wipe the blood from my neck and stand up in one movement. My feet take me over to the Them on the ground as I lean over him threateningly. I wipe my now-sweaty jet-black hair out of my eyes. I wait anxiously in case he was going to attack quickly. Rocket needed to take care of that chick who was putting up a pretty good fight. He didn't need me to mess up on my only job.

Ember laughed as the boy held up a fork to her neck. She had already been tripped, but she didn't feel helpless. Kill me. Go ahead, kill a girl. She didn't really mean this, but she thought that she would know his reaction. In a second of sudden panic, Ember thought about what pain she would feel if he really did plunge the fork into her neck. The blood oozing, her poor J.P., how she had failed her second mission...

%You are free to do what ever with J.P. xD

(Haha thanks... I'll have some fun... MWAHAHA! do whatever with Ember...)

I start to freak out, seeing the boy's reaction. Just do it! a voice inside of me screams. Kill him NOW! I couldn't talk to the boy-if I did, I wouldn't be able to do it. I simply kneel down on the ground next to him and grab the closest thing I could find- one of those huge fancy napkin rings. I bend it out of shape and wrap it around his hands. I run to the hostess' stand and grab some duct tape, wrapping it around his mouth once. I'm not weak. I'm strong enough not to have to kill you.

Ember stops laughing when her neck is bent backward. She tries to cry out in pain, but her lips are frozen open in her laugh. She could not find the strength or energy to move anything but the tips of her fingers.