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Battle of Entangled Souls Part.1

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Gazelle and Laryka got into one of their many verbal spats, this has not been out of the normal these days as both their lives are threatened by one another; But on February 14th 2011, on that particular evening, A slight disagreement turned to much more than a simple cat fight. 
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After breaking Laryka’s nose and whipping her into the taverns liquor shelves, Gazelle began dragging Larkya by the hair, pulling her closer and closer to the kitchen, She had every intention of locking the woman in a stove and turning it on full blast, She planned on watching through the small window as Lark’s skin would bubble and boil, watch as those sunny locks turn darker and darker before going up in flame. 
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Who would have thought things would have turned around so quickly, Who would have thought that Gazelle would be the one left blistered and broken?
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While dragging Laryka across the tavern floor, the witty Irish woman reached for her satchel, and removed a globe, a globe that looked to be as red as a flame its self, something inside was running rampant, but what was inside could not be seen from the speed of which it moved. 
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The globe smashed at Gazelles feet and instantly it was known what had been unleashed on this dark woman, hundreds of hell fire ants, spread on the floor.
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Gazelle instantly dropped the hand full of hair as small bits of fury raced up her legs, some tore through her leather pants with ease, other continued to scurry up her body, all finding different places to embed themselves in her flesh, to make their way deep into the tissue. Gnawing and nipping, small drizzles of blood began to meld together soaking her with out much notice. 
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The the screams of pure terror started, screams of pure pain.
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These little pieces of hell wiggled and wormed their way underneath her flesh. within a minute they had already started feeding off her muscle mass, more high pitch screams sounding as if they were coming from the pits of the abyss. 
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Bumps could be seen moving all over her body and face as they pushed around and had their own feast. There were no ants left to be seen above perfectly tailored clothes, Gazelle dropped to her knees covering her left eye, her screaming heightening another pitch, she began clawing and scratching, ripping the ball from the socket. One small ant, the ant that caused the woman so much pain to remove one of her sources for sight, ran out from the deep hole and reentered through her cheek.
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Another ant slipping out of her ear, dashing across her face and diving at the hide of her breast vanishing under pale skin yet again. She began tearing at her flesh, peeling off strip by strip, throwing the flaccid skin to the ground with a sickening splash. She ripped ant by ant out, destroying her body and they just re-attacked, finding their way back in to let the hell in her body rage on.
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Being on self destructive mission she didn’t see the people staring, the taverners covering their ears, cringing at the sounds of her agony. She didn’t notice Devek standing there with a look of helplessness, she didn’t feel him wrap her in shadows, she didn’t even feel herself be taken from the tavern, but she was. Her and Devek vanished before everyone’s eyes, leaving the echo of her torture behind them for only a second.
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A haunting reminder to never under estimate anyone on this planet was left behind at Harry’s bar. Gazelle’s blood soaked into the flooring, strips of lifeless skin surrounded the spot where she had fallen, shards of what was once an eye spread like jam. 
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The people she had encountered on this planet would live their lives as they normally would, some possibly never knowing what had brought this down on her. They would go about fighting the war, drinking in pleasurable company, and strengthening relationships.
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Not Gazelle, she was taken home to endure another blast of undesirable torture. Another wave of unexplainable self destruction. She was left to face life or death, with the willingness to live at any cost.
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