SlightlyBlondeChix

Allen did not scream as our consciousnesses collided, though he had every right to.  After all, I was invading his private, innermost thoughts.  He did everything he could to keep me out of his mind, but his attempts remained futile as my imagination overtook him.  Within the blink of an eye, I found myself wandering through his mind as his thoughts and memories drifted by in a slowly swirling tangle of unsorted emotions. Within the stream-like current, I saw disjointed images of a brown-haired youth, whom, upon closer inspection, was revealed to be none other than the Exorcist-boy himself.  The images I glimpsed from these times gone by all

"Hmmm…  What to do with you?  Shall I break your Innocence?  Jab your eye out again?  Stab your heart?  Kill you slowly?  Any particular preferences?" I paced back and forth, encircling the Exorcist, who was shooting me quite the death-glare.  I laughed, amused by his small act of defiance. His resolute eyes still gleaned with the same unbroken strength as before.  He was as determined to wait me out as I was him.  I knew I needed to kill him eventually, but I was hell-bent on enjoying every minute of it. "How about I go and kill your little Exorcist friends?"  I purred softly. "I know I could break them much easier than you, my de