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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jul 23, 2012 23:39:06 GMT -4
He extended his senses even farther through the metal and he until he could hear its whispering on the edge of his consciousness and closed his eyes to control his anger. He could not let this one guy break his hard won control. He listened to the steady thread of whispers to make sure the other wouldn’t pull something metal on him. With a few deep breaths in an out, he forced himself to calm down before he opens his eyes again. “I would never take someone’s life for trying to steal from me; teach them a lesson yes, but never take someone’s life. I do have morals after all. If I were to take a life for that, what would separate me from the government? And I pulled you back here so no one could hear what we talked about.” He looked the man over and cocked his head to the side with his eyes narrowed. “I do that and you will never come back here without an invite. You will tell no one I let you go without hurting you. And as for teaching, your own lack of control will be your own best teacher; you will either live or die by your own hands after all.” He would let the other go….it might be good for him to do this, good for his conscious and maybe help him sleep better at night, well, the day.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2012 17:37:59 GMT -4
Once he noticed the other had shut their eyes Hamish made one of the thin shadow threads turn into a sword and move so it was against Sadiq’s tan neck. It would only take a slight moment to slit the male’s neck. Hamish wanted to make the club owner choke on his own blood but fought to keep himself under control. If he allowed his powers to win right now he would never be able to get free from the metal that was still wrapped around his feet holding him in place. Hamish moved the shadow sword a little away from Sadiq’s neck so he didn’t get cut when he moved. “It doesn’t seem like you’re going to teach me a single lesson but I guess it’s hard to teach someone a lesson when they don’t wish to learn. Why should I trust a little word you say? I have no reason to trust you and believe that you’re not going to try to kill me.” The Scot growled lowly and kept himself ready to fight since he couldn’t escape. “Just release me and I will be on my way and neither of us will have to spill a single drop of blood.” The shadow sword moved away from Sadiq’s throat and floated next to Hamish’s side showing he would back down if Sadiq were to let him go. “I will not kill myself with my powers. I don’t need someone like you to teach me when I can control them well enough to survive in this hell hole the government created!” Anger was growing in Hamish caused the shadows around him to grow as if they were feeding off his anger and preparing to engulf the entire room. Hamish began to shake a little as he fought to control his temper before his lack of control proved the Turk correct.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Aug 16, 2012 17:29:17 GMT -4
“If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t be talking to you now would I. The longer we’re back here the more suspicious people are going to get. And yes, people that don’t want to learn are bad students.” He had went completely still when he had felt the sharp edge on his neck, and relaxed more when it was drawn away. He wasn’t afraid of death; he had accepted it long ago. The only think he would regret was leaving his little brother alone, hopefully he had though him enough to survive in this world without him and without getting into too much trouble.
“I let you go, you never come in here again, never steal from me again around my shop. If I see you around here, I will make you pay, and not with money either. Do we have a deal, I don’t feel like cleaning up more blood then there already is… I’m in a very giving mood today, not a cleaning one.”
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