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I groan and run, looking back briefly at the killer and looking towards me, running out of view and onto the street.

Danny turned back to normal in front of malovent. He looked at the bear trap and the blood. He spoke but instead of the savage and crazed voice an older, wiser, demonic voice spoke "Your ignorance led you to this malovent, you though if you studied the darkness long enough you would find answers, the madness would make sense and fear would be a mere illusion, now you stand here bleeding I can not help but ask if you believe your life meant anything."

(Um, LoL, I dunno if I ever wrote Malovent's past lives, so....
This version is blissfully unaware of them, but she doesn't care too much.)

"If fact, it does." And witch-like as she was, a very ominous cloud of underground bats emerged from their burrows and envelopes both in a cloud of skin wings and shadows, Malovent had never thought she had ever been this lucky, but a cawing crow in the distance seemed to catch her eye, old bird that it was she followed the messenger of death.

" I will correct you, your life never meant anything, you and I are so insignificant in this universe that if either of use disappered it would mean nothing, the world would eventually forget us, we would wither to ash, Danny knows this, I know this, and you are soon to learn it...." He takes the butcher knife and plunges it into malovent's leg, slowly sawing off her leg. "... or I will eat the fleash of your bones." With that he grabs malovent and in plume of flames disappears.

(Well, I guess I'm dead just like that)

Nope, your still alive, He never outright kills his victims, he trys to drive them insane and feeds on there sanity until there mind completely go, but you can keep your sanity if you escape or find his weakness and kill him.

(So, is she still there? Just missing her leg?)

(Yep, you had i good character, I wouldn't want to kill her off so early.)

(Kinda grateful she's strong enough to keep writing with after TAKING A LEG OFF without warning. Mildly annoyed, but not gonna bitch about it.)


A banshee cry echoed in the woods, disturbing nearly all in the area.

She struggled to her feet-
Foot?
NO! Nonononono! She clasped at her thigh and quickly started tearing her shirt off and mounding it to the bloody stump that used to be her calf. She had a fit of frenzied panic and anger and grief before she thought of something.

She never carried a cell phone, but seeing a bloody body anywhere tends to get attention, and she began to crawl. Dragging herself though the farm field until she could see the lights of a gas station...just a bit further until

HEADLIGHTS.

(Yes. I hit her with a car to take a pause. No worries, here in spirit)
(Plus her raving about a killer on the loose after getting hit by a car might be interesting)

(Agreed, I'm gunna be gone for the day.)

Back)

(Me too.)

(Any reason for the silence for you guys?)

(I was busy with family problems)

(Well, it honestly looks like everyone abandoned this pretty quick. That's just lame.)

Sharp, cold, hollow bright lights soon woke Malovent back from near death...a dull beep of every heartbeat and hushed murmurs in the room..no darkness and devils, just a hospital and a warm blanket. She couldn't feel her leg, but she was alive. Her father was outside a window(never wrote him, would prefer not to) busy speaking with someone and when she tried to sit up she immediately noticed the sling on her right arm, her right side was out of commission for the time, and when her father finally looked over...she knew a long conversation would be had.
He had belief in her, but when authorities tried to get answers, they did not. Their truth was she had tripped in the street and been mangled by a car, no demons in the night nor bear traps.
Her arm was luckily only sprained, and her father had already found a decent enough prothstetic leg for her...and as stubborn as they both where, Malovent limped out of the intensive care in only a few hours, able to meet a rising sun and eventually return home...shook and harrowed by the experience..the morphine helped, and she eventually tried to reach out to a friend...Raven perhaps, as she used a landline and phone book to call around and eventually find her number..