Apr 14, 2013
Congratulations to Meg and Peter! You advance to the next round! Please submit a different song for tomorrow for people to vote on and good luck!
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Congratulations to Meg and Peter! You advance to the next round! Please submit a different song for tomorrow for people to vote on and good luck!
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Meg
Hey Meg,
So I think we started off on the wrong foot, so I grabbed you a carton of smokes. Can't have the only exciting person around here hating me.
Meg,
Nice dress. Wish I'd seen it on you first.
Tia catches too much shit for what she does, no one called Meg out over what happened with Pegasus and Rajah.
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Hon?
Where are you? I miss you!
Meg
'Ow is de baby?
MUST READ: Meg's untimely demise.
Meg stumbled down the hall, stumbling and out of breath. Blood covered her skin and leached from the cuts in her skin. She tried to scream, but barely a noise escaped her tired lips. She had already screamed too much tonight. She was spent. Sobs racked her body as she ran as far away as she could from the masked figure chasing her through the boat. No one could help her now. She was alone.
It was a mystery to her as to how she had gotten out, or even why she was there in the first place. In the bowels of the ship, she had laid, strapped down and tortured for the better part of an hour before she had escaped and run to the main dock. She had barely made out of the passage way before she heard the clunking footsteps of the figure behind her.
Her legs barely carried her around one more dark corner before she collapsed against the wall. The tears falling down her face left streaks in the blood. She attempted to put pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding, but there were too many. Then, the figure found her. The figure stepped forward and looked down at her. "Please?" she begged in a pathetic whisper. "Please, just leave me alone. I have a son!"
"There you are," the masked figure whispered, ignoring her pleas. "I told you not to run off. Now I just have to end our fun." The figure crouched down and ran a finger down her damp cheek and sighed. "And I was having so much fun."
The figure reached down and gently took a hold of her arm. The track mark that the needle in the figure's hand would leave would not stand out on Meg's skin. She watched in horror as the figure inserted the needle filled with air into her skin and pushed down on the plunger. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, waiting for the stop that was bound to come. It was only a split second of pain, but it was there. The air bubble passing through her veins and reaching her heart, effectively stopping it. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Meg slumped over onto the floor, dead.
The figure picked her up and carried her, almost lovingly, to the closet of the ball room and laid her to sleep. Forever.