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Friday, December 5, 2008

   Newest Fan-Fic ::Fate of the Damned::
“Damali?” The voice on the other end of the receiver was old and sweet. “Damali? We need to talk.” Damali Richards yawned into the phone, “About what, Marlene?” Stoic static pressed against her eardrum, “Get to the Sanctuary as soon as you can, child. I’ll be waiting.” There was a loud click, then Marlene Stone spoke no more. Damali stared into the receiver. She could definitely feel the vibes feeding through the telephone lines and from the elder seer, and they weren’t good. Dammit, Marlene. You know I don’t do this shit anymore. Damali slung her legs over the edge of her bed and stared at the floor. I don’t wanna do this. I can’t go see her, not now. She ran a distraught hand through her brown dreads. Not like this. She carefully slipped into her signature combat boots and lace-up black leather pants, wary of Baby Isis tucked securely in her right boot. She went into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. What am I doing? I shouldn’t even go. But she needs me… She could see the bags under her eyes, evidence that she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in awhile. She leaned over the sink and splashed cold water against her face, trying to wash away the feeling of dread that was slowly beginning to crawl its way to the surface. She looked back into the mirror, dried her face, then pulled her locks into a somewhat pony-tail. She reached for her darkest lipstick and smeared it over her lips. Later, she wrote a note to Carlos on the mirror in that same lipstick, “At the Sanctuary, see you there. XOXO.” With that, she grabbed her purse and keys and was gone.

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