Snippet #2367974

Francis had almost finished beating away at the building's structure, and the thing was looking ready to topple in a few more good hits. However, before he could land those last few fatal strikes, he heard her land on the other side of the building. For a moment, he is unsure as to whether to go after her, or whether to continue his assault on the building instead, but an angry something in his mind, that does not approve of her meddling there, urges him to prevent that from happening again. So he dashes around to the other side, and quickly caught up with her, and grabbed her leg. In theory, it would have been slightly more easy to catch her by the hair, but then she wouldn't have fallen to the ground in such an amusing manner.

Just as he was considering how he should kill her, the young woman grabbed his hand, and immediately he was dazed, dropping her and reeling back. For a moment Francis could only stand there in confusion. His mind cleared just in time for him to be hit by a car. While normally he would have probably shrugged it off, or possibly just dodged it in the first place, but he was still stunned from the mental attack she had used on him. Enough so that he was even hit by a second car as her threw the first one off of him.

"Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt."

The repetition of the foreign thoughts wouldn't let him focus, as they buzzed like a swarm of hornets in his head. It was unbearable. By the time he managed to rise to his feet, the car sliding off of his back unnoticed, the girl was already long gone, and the thoughts assaulting his mind were only his own. Perhaps they were the small remainder of his sanity struggling to see through the murk his head had been clouded with for who knows how long. Unable to take it any longer, Francis slammed his head into the pavement again and again, in a desperate attempt to silence the clattering in his mind. By the time he had succeeded in rendering himself unconscious, there wasn't much pavement left in the spot he then lay next to.

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Anna Mason sat in a currently unoccupied building, counting the money that she'd managed to make that day from selling "Mr. Grey's Malady Alleviation Serum, and Plague Prevention Potion" to those who were either foolish or desperate enough to purchase it. In actuality, the so-called "Potion" was nothing more than water with green food coloring, and and some crushed grass for texture.

Idly, she wondered how much longer she could keep this scam going before she had to leave to avoid being caught. Then again, there wasn't really a way to disprove the elixir as genuine. It was, of course, only sold as a preventative measure, so no-one who didn't become a Red or a Perp could claim that it didn't work on them, and their word wasn't much good anyway. In addition, no-one would expect it to cure anything.

Having confirmed the exact amount of profit, Anna put the cash away, and brought out instead a pack of cards. She would need to get up early tomorrow if she planned on continuing to sell the snake-oil, but sleep was beyond her at the moment, and besides, it wasn't that late yet.