Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: THE DRAGON AS AN OBJECT OF PREY

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He heard the sharp crackling through the air an instant before his right arm was circled by a line of liquid fire. He gasped at the unexpected pain, his arm falling for a moment uselessly numb, and took an instant to recognize its significance; left free for a moment, the other bounty hunter had pulled out his whip. Another crackle sounded as he tried to turn, face his opponent, and this time the whip caught him across the chest, sending him sprawling to the floor amidst the wreckage of the chair.
Dazed, he tried to fight through the blinding pain to get to his feet, but the lash descended mercilessly, driving all thoughts of fight from his mind. Distantly, he heard Alex, sounding furious and out of breath. The whip entangled his left arm, and then strong hands gripped him and hoisted him into the air, slamming him down on the table. He felt the wood start to buckle with the force.
“Hold’im, Mueller... just a minute...”
His hands were yanked behind him, and he felt something cold and rigid bite around his wrists. Chains! After all this? He had to concentrate on getting air back into his lungs, as the rattling of metal links filled his ears. Manacles fastened around his legs, too -- he remembered a similar setup the first time he had woken up, after Duo had run him down. But unlike Duo, these bloodhounds had no intentions of letting him go.
“ -- son of a bitch! Nearly broke my leg!” came Alex’s outraged voice. “I wanna teach this little bastard a lesson --”
“Later,” growled his partner. “First we gotta get th’ brand on him. Don’t wanta have to chase him down gain.”
A snarling agreement, and the sounds of footsteps limping away. With difficulty, Wufei refocused his eyes. Dark-haired Mueller still held him pinned unforgivingly against the wooden table, as his partner, muttering curses, hulked over the fireplace. He pulled out a long metal rod with a wooden handle, and began to scrape coals out of the firebed. Wufei tried to twist his head to see the rest of the room; the other patrons appeared to have fled. Behind the kitchen curtain, there was no sign of Bella. Damn it! They can’t just -- let them --
“All right,” Alex said hoarsely, limping back over to the table. He tightly clutched the wooden handle of the glowing iron brand. His face was twisted in vengeful glee as he instructed his partner, “Open up his shirt -- and for the luvva God hold’im still...”
Wufei twisted and bucked frantically against his bonds as Mueller shifted his grip to yank Wufei’s shirt open. It was no good, Mueller pinned him easily -- Alex bent over him with the brand --