אוו.. אוקיי, הנה-- "המזלג"
המזלג - The Forke He approached her, a deadly look in his dark bloody red eyes. She wasn't sure what to do, for once she had no powers at all, he was a killer and all she was was a little seventeen year old girl. She was in a deserted resturant, alone with a demon killer that could kill by just moving his hand... Suddnly she remembered something... The neck... It hit her..., Torap's naggings are actully coming in handy! She could not belive it! But with what? How? Why dosen't she ever pay attione to his lecturs??! She looked about herself, frightend. She saw a forke on a table a foot or two away from her, just lying there in a small pille of forkes, napkins and wash clothes. She quickly ran, grabed one forke and frooze. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Nothing... I.. -.. I... I just like forkes..." Arian replaid. The man obviously didn't belive her. She ran behind a poll. He laughed. "Come on, little girl, all I have to do is wave my hand and you'll be blown to pieces!!" Arian ran quickly behind him and jammed the forke into his neck. Black liquid blood started to spill and squirt everywhere, but he was still moving toward her, mad. He was powerless (Like her.) yet very very very pissed. She ran back to the table and grabbed anther forke. The man looked at her, reached behind his neck and grabbed the forke out, letting it fall to the ground. She walked quickly toward him and jammed the forke into his heart. The black blood was floowing none stop. He still was alive. She continued to jamme it where ever she could: His left leg - Still alive, His right leg - Still alive, His right arm - Still alive, His left arm - Still alive, His chest - Still alive... She couldn't take it anymore! She was soaked in demon blood and it was getting boring...! Her right hand that was clutching the now totally black forke, losend it's grip and lowered it's hight. The man howeld and jumped at her. Before she could react or be scared the man cried in pain, fall to the floor..., lifeless. The black liquid was stoping slowly to floow. The forke was clutched in his pants. Arian laughed and walked away soaked in black... She did love forkes.
