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My heart pounds so loudly, I can hear the beat in my ears. Gage and his followers have me cornered; all it would take for me to fall off the edge is one step... one step... The thought lingers in my head. I know that it is a simple solution, an easy way to end this... forever. My eyes dart to Alec, who's body lie limp on the concrete roof. I don't even know if he is dead, or just unconscious, but I am skeptical of the worst. My eyes wander down behind me. Below, miles below, are mortals, oblivious to what was going on above their heads.
a small voice whispers in my head.
"Rose," Gage snaps at me, demanding my attention. "I know what you're thinking. Your talents are far too great to waist." Then his voice softens to a gentle coo. "Join us, Rose."
My eyes are wide, my face contorted. His invitation is unbearably tempting, though I have no idea why. "I-I'm not following you," Try as I might, my voice is embarrassingly quiet. I know how weak and feeble I appear.
"Rose," he whispers. That's when I figure it out: He is using a charm on me. The Desire Charm. The charm that makes whatever the caster says or does appeal the the one under the charm's power.
My eyes shoot between Alec and Gage. Then the small voice interrupts my thoughts again,
"Come with us. Where do you plan to go after you kill yourself, hm? Heaven? Rosalie, you have killed, you have sworn, you have spoken against His Almighty Word. You'll go to Hell, darling. Join me. Join me and fix what you have done with your life before you die."
I know it is all lies, every last word is a lie. My breathing comes faster and harder with rage. "You killed him, didn't you?" My voice growls with the firmness it lacked before.
It takes a second before Gage realizes I am referring to Alec. "Oh, the boy?" he asks with a chuckle. I watch as a few of his followers firm profiles turn smug.
"You killed... he... he's... gone..." Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Then a new charm, one I am well familiar with, for I have casted it myself a number of times, over powers me: The Sleeping Charm. Slowly, blackness claims me, dragging me into unconsciousness.
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Emma's eyes fluttered open at the sound of a struggling angel. Her head shot up immediately, turning to the left. From the dais in the center of the Hall, she could see that the floor was scattered with the thousands of Hex's Army. The confusing group slowly began to spit in two, forming a walkway for the guards and their captive. Jack.
Two giant men stood on either side of Jack, their enormous hands were gripped tightly around his upper arms, his own hands bound behind him. Emma watched as he struggled in their iron holds, and as a tall man's arm--holding a silver whip--shot up and and came down hard, thrashing the whip into Jack's back. He screamed as his blood slowly soaked his white shirt while he hunched forward in pain, his brown hair dropping into his eyes...
Emma tried to throw herself forward in a fit of anger, only to find she was bound to something: a chair. A chair who's legs stayed bolted to the floor of the dais. Hex wasn't taking any chances. As she struggled in the ropes hold, she felt the robe cutting into bare skin. She looked down at her attire: A blue top that looked a lot like a bra and a matching mini skirt and no shoes. What the HELL did Hex have planned?
Sense she couldn't save her significant one, the screamed at the men who were hurting him.
"You bastards! Damn you! DAMN--" her air was suddenly cut off by the rope that bound her as it was being tightened. Jack looked up and bared his teeth at the guard that stood behind Emma, holding the end of the rope that had nearly crushed her ribs.
The room suddenly went silent--the mummers of Hex's Army hushed. Emma looked back to the dais and saw Hex. He was dressed in an all black cloak, which swirled elegantly around his feet as he walked. His violet eyes gleamed as he spoke.
"Emma darling, even for a guest, it is rude to speak as such." He crossed the dais and stood in front of her now, placing a gentile hand under her jaw. She snapped her head to the side, refusing to look at him--or trying to... His grip tightened on her face, forcing her to look back. She let in an exasperated gasp as the rope restricted her farther sawing into her reveled skin. "Look at me when I speak to you, Emily Jamison." He hissed.
His turned his head so he could toss an evil smile at Jack before his purple eyes flashed back to Emma's and suddenly she felt his harsh lips on hers. Thinking only of Jack's eyes on them, she tried to kick at Hex's abdomen, only to find that her feet here bound as well. She couldn't move. To the left, Emma heard grunts and gaps from Hex's Army, and then the sound of charging foot steps up the steps of the dais. Hex must have heard as well, because he turned his head to see a freed Jack right next to
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