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>He watched her blankly; uninterested and unconcered.
>We all had it coming, one of these days; but beneath
>the frond as his sister had left, she had been found
>as well; and as sickly inhumane as it felt--now was
>her payback. A lewd smirk curled across his piebald
>face. He was all over intimidating, the sheer
>feriocity in his eyes and deep baritone voice of
>cultured tongue, fermeted over the years with an
>acidic and pessimistic view on his greyscale world.
>Everything was waiting to be scrutinized, critiqued,
>toyed with, laughed at. And as he watched her,
>nettles thick in her ewe-neck, which all hung off her
>spine, it reminded him vaguely of the last longing
>glance of a horse nearing 30, giving its last, silent
>farewell before retreating to the underbrush to make
>its final sleep.
>
>But those were the good old days.
>
>Ah, no matter. She was here...and alive. For now,
>anyway; and perhaps her insides were screaming as his
>often did, though his physique never spoke a word;
>perhaps she yearned to die now that the times got
>tough. And it dawned upon him, perhaps now would be
>the time to be the considerate, big brother, to care
>and watch over his sister which has so luckily
>stumbled back into the clutches of this barren
>civilization. He parted his lips in a chuckle; it
>sounded perfect. Antagonize her in to staying. When
>he finished, she would want nothing more than to live
>and give ol' Johnny boy the rich, blood satisfaction
>of payback.
>
>Boy, was he a considerate guy.
>
>"Wasn't a compliment, sis. You look like shit.
>Where'd the cat drag you in from?"
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