Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20200108212129/@comment-44044902-20200116180323

Ari yelped, and tried to claw away, but Lyra's hands dug into her ankle. The worst part was that she couldn't even see the woman. She didn't even know she was a vanisher. "Let go," Ari tried weakly, but her beguiling skills were no match for the murderer. She kicked and thrashed, bit and punched, but Lyra was too smart. The woman was nowhere to be seen.

"This'll teach you a thing or two," Lyra's voice echoed from somewhere to the right. Ari punched the air, but couldn't connect with anything. "How did you get out?"

"Get off," Ari tried again, and felt the touch of cool metal against her throat. A knife.

"You could be resourceful, you know," Lyra continued with that cold voice of hers, "but then my daughter will make a false promise and claim that she'll defeat me and yadda yadda. I tried to convince Gordan to keep you, but noooo. He trusted a kid who's younger than you!" She sighed. "What a waste. With training, you could have had potential. But I guess I have to kill you. Should've done it a long time ago, but again, I fell to the mercy of a girl whom I call my child. What a disappointment. At least I'll have some fun this time. Being a helpless nine-year-old does not compliment my ego." Lyra smiled and raised the knife. The last thing Ari could do was release a guttural scream and hope Roslyn, Tia, Cian, Angelica, Maddie, Ally, Jamaica, anyone really, would have the common sense to run far, far away.