In Moria

[hawkeyekate]

She had finished her latest painting of Will, and she hoped it would be a promising Trump to find him. It had been weeks, maybe months. She's lost track. Her dark side felt even more empowered since they have walked the broken pattern. At times she thought it would kill her, but that other side kept her safe from the sparks and kept her moving.

She had been practicing on her own, too. Magic, Trumps, Pattern. The demon side coaching her more than Branden at times it seemed. And she was listening more to it.

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[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Unseen hands lift her up off the ground- this is what she had wished wasn't it? It was a point he was going to prove to her once and for all: death or following him. "I can be a kind man, Kathrine, a just man. You can accept what is to be and go back to your proper place or I will do what must be done?"

The harsh hands toss her against the wall, footsteps of boots clicking against the floor as he walked closer. "I can heal you- fix you. Say the word and apologize. That you swear you shall never again do as you have done and serve me as your Master."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

It hurt to talk, it hurt to breathe now.

But she still spat out, "Give me Will back or go to hell!"

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

"Will? Will is dead. By my own kins hand."

Rouch hands pushed her higher against the wall before pulling her away. "You wish to go to hell then? I can show you hell, sweet girl."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

What? No, lies, lies... has to be lies. Please God, let him be lying, no, no.








"....No, you're lying. What did you do to him?!?" She struggled in his magic grip, fighting to remain conscious.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

Coming up right into Kate's face he sneered. "One of my blood has seen fit to toss him into battle. Dead- all the men were." Raising a hand up he grabed at her chin tilting her head back hard against the smooth rock surface of the all. "And you will be joining him shortly."

With hand tight about her throat, it was clear he was one to rarely do his own dirty work like this. But he draged her by her throat toward the large stone window that faced the remains of the Bridge of Kazazd-Dûm. "Or I can change it all now...one word."

"Say it."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"You first!" She gasped, and tried to spit on him. Even as her lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen, and her vision was tinged with black on the edges.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

And his hand released her letting her fall like the Balrog had thousands of years before had done. Down into the depths of hell and the fires that burned below.

His hands were washed of her.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

As she fell, her and the demon were focusing the last of their strength. Shifting shadows.

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And something small and broken vanished.