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Not a twitch of sound, nor a flicker of motion. Nothing to betray the illusion that she hadn't awoken from her forced state of unconsciousness. She kept her eyes closed, and let herself breathe as naturally and slow as possible. Keep up the illusion...focus...concentrate... She opened up her senses to the room, letting the sensations feed her the information to paint the picture in her mind. Her ears perked, suckling in the every sound that was generated around her. The rodents were still in the room with her. Praying quietly. More sounds on the left then the right. More rats sitting over there...how many had there been in the beginning? Thirteen. She had counted thirteen before they grabbed her. Eight on the left, four on the right, minister in the middle. It was just a guess, but if she were going to make a brake for the exit, right was the direction she'd have to go.\n\nNext was sensation. She was still fully clothed, no rape had been committed and it felt like her personal belongings were still hidden in the multitude of pockets on her jacket. She'd been gagged with something that tasted like cloth. Guess they had enough of her spouting spells, making escape that much more tricky. She was suspended somehow ...her arms and legs were stretched out in the air- in the shape of a T...a cross...they were going to burn her. Bound with itchy feeling rope, olden stuff, tightened when wet, loose and painful when dry. They tied her at her wrists and at her ankles. They hadn't counted on her mother being an escape artist. Hadn't counted on her daughter to be her protege. With no sound of effort and no movement other then the slight occasional tense of her right arm, Spark began to focus on the need for her to escape. She began to formulate a plan and in the meantime, popped the knuckle of her right thumb out of her joint. The pain was intense, but she could handle it, hold onto it- use it for focus and dissuade it from ruining her concentration. With her dislocated thumb, she could tug her right paw free when she needed to do it... It would take some effort but when the time came, she'd have precious little seconds, to complete the maneuver...but she wasn't christened with the title \"Dazzler the daring\" for nothing. She was fourth in the family line of magicians, and she was going to live up to that title, even if it killed her.\n\nShe'd been trying to avoid the sensation of smell ever since her consciousness lazily drifted back to her. She didn't need it to tell her what had happened, but it was there, pronounced and angry. Demanding and bitter. It was the scent of burnt fur and charred flesh. Suffering and torment. They had burned the coyote alive. The body was somewhere very close by- maybe right underneath her, maybe to one side, but the perverse scent of fresh death was too much for her nose to follow accurately. She kept still though, breathing in slow gasps the way she had been before, keeping movement to a minimum and trying not to gag on the horrific smell invading her nostrils. But her eyes opened immediately when the shocking sound of wood splintering in anger announced a presence from the other end of the room.\n\nThe rats were sitting, waiting and praying quietly, watching for the wolf to awaken when the doors to the church tore themselves apart with a sudden force just outside the building. It entered almost casually, walking with a purpose and riddled with intent. It was dressed in a long, black duster- the kind they used to wear in old bandit movies in the old west. His body was lithe yet comprised of muscle that bled through the leather chaps he wore along his legs, and the dark dirty tatted white shirt he wore along his torso. He had a fedora over his head, but by the ears, muzzle, and nose, Spark could tell it was a coyote. Male. But what drew her attention- and everybody else in the room, was the bright, gleaming silver six shooter he held in his right paw. For a few moments, there was silence. He stopped cold in the middle of the room, staring at the scene in front of him, taking it all in. Nobody moved a muscle. No voices heard, no sounds spoken.\n\nThe starting flag was invisible, when it flickered down in front of everyone, the coyote and the rats all dashing into action at the same time. The first shot rang out like a bomb going off, echoing across the hollowed walls of the chapel and rebounding again and again and again. The rat closest to Spark, and furthest from the Coyote toppled over, while a splatter of hot gore painted the floor in front of her. The next burst of gummy brain matter and pinkish flecks of skull came from the mouse closest to the coyote, yet furthest from Spark. He was a trick shot of some kind. Maybe a sharp shooter. Both shots had been through the skull, right between the eyes, and both shots required only a second or so between the aiming and the pulling of the trigger. He was like some bizarre action hero intent on rescuing the damsel in distress and putting a stop to the villains who'd kidnapped her. She also noted that he didn't waste any bullets. No firing wildly until he hit something like they did in American movies. No cover fire, he took the shot when he could and he made sure it counted. The rats swarmed over him now, forcing him into melee combat to better evade the blasts from his pistol. Three of them on one side, two on the other, they didn't take turns like in the movies. They didn't wait for him to cleanly dispatch one before moving onto the next. They tried to jump him all at the same time.\n\nSurrounded by enemies, Spark had anticipated her would be savior was about to disappear under dirty robes and angry fists, but he surprised her yet again with his next action. As if he'd been in close combat situations before with a long ranged weapon, the coyote threw and open palm out and grasped at the rat closest to him. Successful in his grab, he wrapped his fingers around the back of the rat's head, and pulled him close, and at the same time, brought the butt of his pistol down into the side of the rodent's next with a sickening crunch. The rat immediately went limp in his arms, and the coyote pulled him close, using him as a make shift shield, and also to conceal the aim of his gun- which worked surprisingly well when he fired off a shot and caught the next rat by surprise- right in the face! Meanwhile, Spark had been working feverishly to peel her right paw free of the bindings that held her down, and finally managed to do so with a shudder of pain. Without any extra limbs available to her, she couldn't pop her joint back in, but at the moment, she'd have to deal with the pain. She launched her free paw towards the group of rats that surrounded her rescuer and grunted in torment, reaching up to yank the cloth gag from her lips before she got started.\n\n\"YANK!\" She called out, and a bright yellow cord of energy exploded from the palm of her paw. It snaked through the air, aimed at the back of one of the three rat's remaining around the coyote, and coiled around his body like a serpent. The instant it grew tight around his being, the cord yanked itself back towards Spark, hauling the poor creature off his feet and dragging him towards the cross where the wolf was hanging. For a moment, the coyote and the two rats left watched in surprise as their comrade was helplessly dragged across the floor. The starting flag flicked again, and the three drew into motion immediately. To Spark's terror, the rats had the coyote in a pincer, one to his left, and one to his right, and the one to his left delivered a clean punch that seemed to rock the coyote's bones. The one on the right, immediately took the opportunity to strike at the coyote's paw- the one holding the gun- and knocked the weapon from his paws to the floor. More rats began to swarm towards the disarmed coyote, and the one who'd knocked the gun from his paws picked it up, and pointed it towards him with a sneer.\n\n\"No you don't...MAGNET!\" Spark called from her position on the cross, aiming at the gun, and hoping she was close enough to effect it. She was, and immediately, the gun tore itself out of the rat's grasp and clung to the floor of the room. Spark had been so focused on the rats, the gun, and the coyote, she sadly, failed to notice the minister, whom had gripped a torch from somewhere, and advanced on Spark's blindside. Intent on vengeance for what she'd done to his face earlier, he lit the beckon and moved towards her with narrowed eyes.\n\n\"LOOK OUT!\" The coyote called suddenly, and Spark's head whipped to her right. It was too late. The scream was heart wrenching, and Spark whipped and squirmed wildly in her bindings while the rat jabbed her side with the torch.\n\n\"GAHHHH...FUCK! BURST OF FLAME!\" Spark snarled using the pain as a catalyst of concentration for all the spells she'd been casting. The flame flickering from the end of the torch the rat was holding suddenly exploded, lighting the rodent on fire entirely as well as the hay around Spark's legs. That was it. It was over. It was all over. There were still eight rats remaining to be dealt with, and the stinging smoke, and choking fumes were blotting out Spark's ability to successfully cast spells. She was going to burn alive...the coyote didn't have a chance at rescuing her now. Still, she had to hang on. She closed her eyes as tightly as possible, and held her breath, curling her toes from the heat and starting to writhe from the pain...\n\nShe could have sworn, somewhere in her mind, she heard gunshots. Wishful thinking, of course, but it wasn't too unlikely. Nothing she wouldn't- Her arm was free. Both arms, the left and the right. She couldn't exactly see what had happened, with the way the smoke was clouding her vision, but the cross she was bound to rattle a moment. Immediately, Sparkle realized her won stupidity. Out of all the movies and old westerns she'd ever seen, Cowboy's rarely walked around with only one gun. And if this guy was a trick shot, or a sharp shooter...could he hit binding ropes from where he was? Spark didn't question her good fortune any longer. Her legs were still bound, but with both paws free, she might have a shot at something. She threw a single paw into the air and prayed the coyote was paying attention...\n\n\"GUST!\" She barked, choking on the hot smoke that filled her lungs. The burst of cool air that whipped up out of nowhere was both reassuring and delightful, quenching the hungry flames that lapped at her legs, and clearing the smoke from the area around her for a brief few seconds. All the coyote needed to aim a single shot at the ropes Binding Spark's legs to the cross. The shot rang out like the others had, and soon Sparkle was laying on the pew, coughing wildly, and suckling in the sweet taste of ...well there wasn't really air in hell, but at least it wasn't smoke. Glancing up, she saw the coyote struggling with two rats, while three lay around him on the ground, obviously dead. There was a gun a few feet away from her- perhaps disarmed by one of the rodents he was fighting with, perhaps not. She scrambled for it, crawling towards it on paws and knees and stopped when a black, badly burnt foot stepped on it moments before she could grasp it in her paws. There was a second of realization, then the full on sensation of horror, when Spark glanced up and realized it was the minister that stood in front of her. He seemed badly burnt from head to toe, his eyes glaring with hatred and his body was twitching and trembling where he stood. But he was standing. And he was mad. He reached down to grasp at the gun and cocked it, pointing the muzzle at Sparkle's forehead.\n\n\"Let me even out your face. \" He whispered quietly. With the smoke in her lungs and her body tired from the constant casting she'd been doing, Spark couldn't find the strength to muster another spell. She knelt there, looking up at the minister with wide eyes and bit at her lower lip.\n\nThe sound that rang through the church, shaking its very foundation wasn't from a pistol, or any sort of fire arm. In fact Sparkle knew of nothing earthly that could make that sound. The minister apparently, didn't know either, but he was shocked, just like everyone else was, when the creature that created that horrific sound, decided to show itself. It accomplished this feat by tearing off the roof of the church, and leering hungrily at everybody that remained inside. It had only four legs- large terrible, pointed legs like an insect, the body of what seemed to be an ant, and the head of a giant, sharp fanged skull.\n(Which looks delightfully similar to this little guy http://www.pholph.com/strip.php?id=5&sid=1645)\n\nThey stared at it. It stared at them. Everybody screamed. Spark was on her feet almost instantly, hobbling towards the back door, not even bothering to look back or give a shit that the minister who was about to feed her some lead aspirin had been torn in half, his upper torso dangling from the monster's lips, while his legs and lower half slumped on the ground in a pool of his own blood.\n\nDidn't matter. Spark really didn't care anymore. Nope, she was done. She was gone from this place. She gripped the handle of the back door and swung it open, giving a deep sigh when she noted the debris from the roof the creature had thrown blocked any possible chances for escape. Slowly she turned around and looked up, staring into the soulless black pits the creature had that resembled eyes and let her shoulders slump. It was glaring at her, hungrily.\n\"I really hate boss fights.\" Spark groaned.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sparkle didn't move a muscle. Not a twitch of sound, nor a flicker of motion. Nothing to betray the illusion that she hadn't awoken from her forced state of unconsciousness. She kept her eyes closed, and let herself breathe as naturally and slow as possible. Keep up the illusion...focus...concentrate... She opened up her senses to the room, letting the sensations feed her the information to paint the picture in her mind. Her ears perked, suckling in the every sound that was generated around her. The rodents were still in the room with her. Praying quietly. More sounds on the left then the right. More rats sitting over there...how many had there been in the beginning? Thirteen. She had counted thirteen before they grabbed her. Eight on the left, four on the right, minister in the middle. It was just a guess, but if she were going to make a brake for the exit, right was the direction she'd have to go.

Next was sensation. She was still fully clothed, no rape had been committed and it felt like her personal belongings were still hidden in the multitude of pockets on her jacket. She'd been gagged with something that tasted like cloth. Guess they had enough of her spouting spells, making escape that much more tricky. She was suspended somehow ...her arms and legs were stretched out in the air- in the shape of a T...a cross...they were going to burn her. Bound with itchy feeling rope, olden stuff, tightened when wet, loose and painful when dry. They tied her at her wrists and at her ankles. They hadn't counted on her mother being an escape artist. Hadn't counted on her daughter to be her protege. With no sound of effort and no movement other then the slight occasional tense of her right arm, Spark began to focus on the need for her to escape. She began to formulate a plan and in the meantime, popped the knuckle of her right thumb out of her joint. The pain was intense, but she could handle it, hold onto it- use it for focus and dissuade it from ruining her concentration. With her dislocated thumb, she could tug her right paw free when she needed to do it... It would take some effort but when the time came, she'd have precious little seconds, to complete the maneuver...but she wasn't christened with the title "Dazzler the daring" for nothing. She was fourth in the family line of magicians, and she was going to live up to that title, even if it killed her.

She'd been trying to avoid the sensation of smell ever since her consciousness lazily drifted back to her. She didn't need it to tell her what had happened, but it was there, pronounced and angry. Demanding and bitter. It was the scent of burnt fur and charred flesh. Suffering and torment. They had burned the coyote alive. The body was somewhere very close by- maybe right underneath her, maybe to one side, but the perverse scent of fresh death was too much for her nose to follow accurately. She kept still though, breathing in slow gasps the way she had been before, keeping movement to a minimum and trying not to gag on the horrific smell invading her nostrils. But her eyes opened immediately when the shocking sound of wood splintering in anger announced a presence from the other end of the room.

The rats were sitting, waiting and praying quietly, watching for the wolf to awaken when the doors to the church tore themselves apart with a sudden force just outside the building. It entered almost casually, walking with a purpose and riddled with intent. It was dressed in a long, black duster- the kind they used to wear in old bandit movies in the old west. His body was lithe yet comprised of muscle that bled through the leather chaps he wore along his legs, and the dark dirty tatted white shirt he wore along his torso. He had a fedora over his head, but by the ears, muzzle, and nose, Spark could tell it was a coyote. Male. But what drew her attention- and everybody else in the room, was the bright, gleaming silver six shooter he held in his right paw. For a few moments, there was silence. He stopped cold in the middle of the room, staring at the scene in front of him, taking it all in. Nobody moved a muscle. No voices heard, no sounds spoken.

The starting flag was invisible, when it flickered down in front of everyone, the coyote and the rats all dashing into action at the same time. The first shot rang out like a bomb going off, echoing across the hollowed walls of the chapel and rebounding again and again and again. The rat closest to Spark, and furthest from the Coyote toppled over, while a splatter of hot gore painted the floor in front of her. The next burst of gummy brain matter and pinkish flecks of skull came from the mouse closest to the coyote, yet furthest from Spark. He was a trick shot of some kind. Maybe a sharp shooter. Both shots had been through the skull, right between the eyes, and both shots required only a second or so between the aiming and the pulling of the trigger. He was like some bizarre action hero intent on rescuing the damsel in distress and putting a stop to the villains who'd kidnapped her. She also noted that he didn't waste any bullets. No firing wildly until he hit something like they did in American movies. No cover fire, he took the shot when he could and he made sure it counted. The rats swarmed over him now, forcing him into melee combat to better evade the blasts from his pistol. Three of them on one side, two on the other, they didn't take turns like in the movies. They didn't wait for him to cleanly dispatch one before moving onto the next. They tried to jump him all at the same time.

Surrounded by enemies, Spark had anticipated her would be savior was about to disappear under dirty robes and angry fists, but he surprised her yet again with his next action. As if he'd been in close combat situations before with a long ranged weapon, the coyote threw and open palm out and grasped at the rat closest to him. Successful in his grab, he wrapped his fingers around the back of the rat's head, and pulled him close, and at the same time, brought the butt of his pistol down into the side of the rodent's next with a sickening crunch. The rat immediately went limp in his arms, and the coyote pulled him close, using him as a make shift shield, and also to conceal the aim of his gun- which worked surprisingly well when he fired off a shot and caught the next rat by surprise- right in the face! Meanwhile, Spark had been working feverishly to peel her right paw free of the bindings that held her down, and finally managed to do so with a shudder of pain. Without any extra limbs available to her, she couldn't pop her joint back in, but at the moment, she'd have to deal with the pain. She launched her free paw towards the group of rats that surrounded her rescuer and grunted in torment, reaching up to yank the cloth gag from her lips before she got started.

"YANK!" She called out, and a bright yellow cord of energy exploded from the palm of her paw. It snaked through the air, aimed at the back of one of the three rat's remaining around the coyote, and coiled around his body like a serpent. The instant it grew tight around his being, the cord yanked itself back towards Spark, hauling the poor creature off his feet and dragging him towards the cross where the wolf was hanging. For a moment, the coyote and the two rats left watched in surprise as their comrade was helplessly dragged across the floor. The starting flag flicked again, and the three drew into motion immediately. To Spark's terror, the rats had the coyote in a pincer, one to his left, and one to his right, and the one to his left delivered a clean punch that seemed to rock the coyote's bones. The one on the right, immediately took the opportunity to strike at the coyote's paw- the one holding the gun- and knocked the weapon from his paws to the floor. More rats began to swarm towards the disarmed coyote, and the one who'd knocked the gun from his paws picked it up, and pointed it towards him with a sneer.

"No you don't...MAGNET!" Spark called from her position on the cross, aiming at the gun, and hoping she was close enough to effect it. She was, and immediately, the gun tore itself out of the rat's grasp and clung to the floor of the room. Spark had been so focused on the rats, the gun, and the coyote, she sadly, failed to notice the minister, whom had gripped a torch from somewhere, and advanced on Spark's blindside. Intent on vengeance for what she'd done to his face earlier, he lit the beckon and moved towards her with narrowed eyes.

"LOOK OUT!" The coyote called suddenly, and Spark's head whipped to her right. It was too late. The scream was heart wrenching, and Spark whipped and squirmed wildly in her bindings while the rat jabbed her side with the torch.

"GAHHHH...FUCK! BURST OF FLAME!" Spark snarled using the pain as a catalyst of concentration for all the spells she'd been casting. The flame flickering from the end of the torch the rat was holding suddenly exploded, lighting the rodent on fire entirely as well as the hay around Spark's legs. That was it. It was over. It was all over. There were still eight rats remaining to be dealt with, and the stinging smoke, and choking fumes were blotting out Spark's ability to successfully cast spells. She was going to burn alive...the coyote didn't have a chance at rescuing her now. Still, she had to hang on. She closed her eyes as tightly as possible, and held her breath, curling her toes from the heat and starting to writhe from the pain...

She could have sworn, somewhere in her mind, she heard gunshots. Wishful thinking, of course, but it wasn't too unlikely. Nothing she wouldn't- Her arm was free. Both arms, the left and the right. She couldn't exactly see what had happened, with the way the smoke was clouding her vision, but the cross she was bound to rattle a moment. Immediately, Sparkle realized her won stupidity. Out of all the movies and old westerns she'd ever seen, Cowboy's rarely walked around with only one gun. And if this guy was a trick shot, or a sharp shooter...could he hit binding ropes from where he was? Spark didn't question her good fortune any longer. Her legs were still bound, but with both paws free, she might have a shot at something. She threw a single paw into the air and prayed the coyote was paying attention...

"GUST!" She barked, choking on the hot smoke that filled her lungs. The burst of cool air that whipped up out of nowhere was both reassuring and delightful, quenching the hungry flames that lapped at her legs, and clearing the smoke from the area around her for a brief few seconds. All the coyote needed to aim a single shot at the ropes Binding Spark's legs to the cross. The shot rang out like the others had, and soon Sparkle was laying on the pew, coughing wildly, and suckling in the sweet taste of ...well there wasn't really air in hell, but at least it wasn't smoke. Glancing up, she saw the coyote struggling with two rats, while three lay around him on the ground, obviously dead. There was a gun a few feet away from her- perhaps disarmed by one of the rodents he was fighting with, perhaps not. She scrambled for it, crawling towards it on paws and knees and stopped when a black, badly burnt foot stepped on it moments before she could grasp it in her paws. There was a second of realization, then the full on sensation of horror, when Spark glanced up and realized it was the minister that stood in front of her. He seemed badly burnt from head to toe, his eyes glaring with hatred and his body was twitching and trembling where he stood. But he was standing. And he was mad. He reached down to grasp at the gun and cocked it, pointing the muzzle at Sparkle's forehead.

"Let me even out your face. " He whispered quietly. With the smoke in her lungs and her body tired from the constant casting she'd been doing, Spark couldn't find the strength to muster another spell. She knelt there, looking up at the minister with wide eyes and bit at her lower lip.

The sound that rang through the church, shaking its very foundation wasn't from a pistol, or any sort of fire arm. In fact Sparkle knew of nothing earthly that could make that sound. The minister apparently, didn't know either, but he was shocked, just like everyone else was, when the creature that created that horrific sound, decided to show itself. It accomplished this feat by tearing off the roof of the church, and leering hungrily at everybody that remained inside. It had only four legs- large terrible, pointed legs like an insect, the body of what seemed to be an ant, and the head of a giant, sharp fanged skull.
(Which looks delightfully similar to this little guy http://www.pholph.com/strip.php?id=5&sid=1645)

They stared at it. It stared at them. Everybody screamed. Spark was on her feet almost instantly, hobbling towards the back door, not even bothering to look back or give a shit that the minister who was about to feed her some lead aspirin had been torn in half, his upper torso dangling from the monster's lips, while his legs and lower half slumped on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

Didn't matter. Spark really didn't care anymore. Nope, she was done. She was gone from this place. She gripped the handle of the back door and swung it open, giving a deep sigh when she noted the debris from the roof the creature had thrown blocked any possible chances for escape. Slowly she turned around and looked up, staring into the soulless black pits the creature had that resembled eyes and let her shoulders slump. It was glaring at her, hungrily.
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