Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 16:30:45 GMT -5
"The real Chandler wouldn't hurt me..."
Chandler's sapphire blues stared at and studied Calista's face. His confident eyes carefully watching her as she spoke. He felt a peddle of guilt set in his stomach, and winched as it grew into a rock when the topic switched to Rolo. Drowning in his guilt Chandler moved a hand whilst her's touched his own, and wiped her hot tears away. A soft smile forming on his face as he did to mirror her own sweet one. "Yeah.. I remember." He uttered barely above a whisper. Falling for Calista's act he believed the danger had been subdued, and the Dark Knight foolishly retracted his metal scales.
It proved to be a fatal mistake quickly when suddenly Chandler felt a sharp pain in his right hand and something draining him of his energy. Shifting his stare to her glowing hand Chandler's blue hues grew wide but he didn't have time for that now! The Magnetic aura around him picked up on a large object hurling toward his back, and within the split of a second he called on the protection of his iron powder. The metal sand began to move but that wasn't any possible way for it to make it in time. Chandler cursed his foolishness but just when all hope seemed lost he felt something push him out of the way. Rolling with the push Chandler caught himself and hoisted himself into a on his hands and knees position.
Fighting the linger weak and dizzy effect from the poison, the blonde raised his head and locked his glaze on his savior. "W-what?" Chandler said in a soft broken voice. His eyes were wide as they could be and he couldn't stop shaking. He could even feel his bones rattling... "Damn it!" Slamming his fist into the ground and again and again until blood stained his wounded knuckles and the ground. When he heard Meredith's voice Chandler looked up and watched as she tried to calm Calista. Hearing her words Chandler smashed his fist into the ground again. He was suppose to protect everyone! To stop all this sense massacre!
It was his responsibility to shoulder... Not their's, but if that was true why was Meredith the one fighting to save her? Was he really so arrogant as to think he think he would show up and keep anyone from spilling blood? Cursing himself, Chandler was almost lost to his self loathing, but a certain pink haired beauty made him snap out of it. Stumbling to his feet Chandler watched amazed as the Queen of Thieves lost to her rage and began her assault on Cali. "Bridget stop!" He cried out in despair. Although he felt a sense of relief when Bridget released the girl but held her at stick and rock point.
As he watched Cali struggle he felt a strange combination of both hope and despair. "Come on fight it Cali!" He pleaded as he slowly felt his hope being dashed away. His hair slowly turning black as it did. Almost acting like a gauge with his blonde presenting his hope. Once Cali was to her inner darkness Chandler joined hands with his. Heavily influenced by Khuall the now black haired Chandler extends his hand creating a sinister looking sword form his powder. With everyone distracted by Demon Cali's display of powers the corrupted Dark Knight slips behind Cali. The sword piercing her back and going through her chest covered in her blood. Cutting through her like she was warm butter.
"No more games." He said darkly as he pushed the girl forward and rips his sword out. Making sure to twist it as it came out to ensure she would stay down. Looking down he chuckle darkly before looking back towards the other. "Now that is taken care off." Said with a confident smirk before his eyes fell on Bridget. "I'm Sorry Bridget but that place doesn't exists. Or well I can't go back..... this is the end." He said softly before dropping the sword and walks past the others leaving them to deal with Calista. Going back to his dorm and with each step his hair turns back to it's original color.