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03-01-2012, 08:07 PM
Gabrielle glared at the IV, then leant down, straining painfully against her restraints and gripped in in her teeth. With a quick jerk, she tore it out of her skin, the wound healing up a second later. She stared at the blood spots, noticing that under the fresh, there were other, much larger stains. Then she started sniffing the air, trying to detect something under the smell of blood.
“Is someone else here?”
She started trying to turn in her chair to get a better look.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."
-Bernard Malamud
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