Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003/@comment-2135507-20130619061105

Terry was breathing heavily. Even with the healing his arm was still sore. He honestly didn't know what to do. He looked into Cicilia eyes. Something was there, behind her feared expression. He could sense it, something else was looking back.

"Cicilia, you have to help me." Terry explained in shallow breaths. "I don't know how or why but you fought and killed all of those men and for some reason you don't remember it."

he gazed down at her scissors, the instrument used to slaughter those men. Terry heard beating on the doors. He took one final look at Cicilia, and moved in front of her, lifting his staff in a defensive stance. He opened his mouth, prepared to sing his way out.