[ This was wrong, this was all wrong, she had no control over anything anymore. Her friends. The spirits. Now this.
Seeing Boar take the hit full force, the redhead winced deeply, form shrinking a bit. Crying out when she saw Martin fell and Matthias take a dampened kick from her Lucario, the girl doubled over a bit, still standing but gripping her sides. ]
Carl, Chanda stop hurting them, I can't--
[ It hurts, their pain, she can feel it in every fiber of her being, twisting in her stomach and crowding her head.
She was a monster. She did all this.
It hurts.
If it weren't for her, none of this would have started in the first place.
It hurts.
She wanted to be normal. Just a normal woman.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP PLEASE.
Grandpa... ]
STOP IT!
[ Screaming out, a surge of Ghost-type energy washed over the area like a wave--harmless, but at the same time powerful beyond belief. The specters stopped, screaming and writhing against it, teeth gnashing and incorporeal bodies trying to force themselves out of their bonds. Both the Lucario and Chandelure stopped in their tracks, looking back.
She sat on her knees, trembling hard, tears streaming down her face. It was all she could do to keep them at bay and, looking up as Piper neared her, she found herself unable to move as well. Her legs didn't seem to want to work, and every muscle in her body felt tight and unresponsive. She was like a caged animal, certain that she had done something wrong, and that she would be beaten for it.
As the other woman got closer, she might notice that the girl wasn't quite a little girl but, rather, a young woman. There were heavy bags under her eyes, and lines where tears were once shed. She tried to shrink away, certain she knew what was going to happen, eyes downcast, wide and fearful.
Lucario and Chandelure quickly swooped in, one at each side, staring Piper down. You would not touch their master. ]
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Seeing Boar take the hit full force, the redhead winced deeply, form shrinking a bit. Crying out when she saw Martin fell and Matthias take a dampened kick from her Lucario, the girl doubled over a bit, still standing but gripping her sides. ]
Carl, Chanda stop hurting them, I can't--
[ It hurts, their pain, she can feel it in every fiber of her being, twisting in her stomach and crowding her head.
She was a monster. She did all this.
It hurts.
If it weren't for her, none of this would have started in the first place.
It hurts.
She wanted to be normal. Just a normal woman.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP PLEASE.
Grandpa... ]
STOP IT!
[ Screaming out, a surge of Ghost-type energy washed over the area like a wave--harmless, but at the same time powerful beyond belief. The specters stopped, screaming and writhing against it, teeth gnashing and incorporeal bodies trying to force themselves out of their bonds. Both the Lucario and Chandelure stopped in their tracks, looking back.
She sat on her knees, trembling hard, tears streaming down her face. It was all she could do to keep them at bay and, looking up as Piper neared her, she found herself unable to move as well. Her legs didn't seem to want to work, and every muscle in her body felt tight and unresponsive. She was like a caged animal, certain that she had done something wrong, and that she would be beaten for it.
As the other woman got closer, she might notice that the girl wasn't quite a little girl but, rather, a young woman. There were heavy bags under her eyes, and lines where tears were once shed. She tried to shrink away, certain she knew what was going to happen, eyes downcast, wide and fearful.
Lucario and Chandelure quickly swooped in, one at each side, staring Piper down. You would not touch their master. ]