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Malice strolled into the deepest part of the surreal forest.
He let grow his desire to see his new pet who was still sleeping on the bottom of the lake.
Malice walked into a field full of trees covered in silky smooth moss.
The creature kept walking until he reached a lone tree which roots went deep down into a small river.
He caressed the greenish cortex wrapped in moss. He touched it like he was petting a cat.
The cortex trembled and sent out a few cracking noises before stabilizing into a human shape: it was Florien.
Fast asleep, deep breath, body wrapped in slumber, it was a good velvety green copy of him.
In the meantime, a bunch of living wines sunk into the lake and took Malice's shape.
The real Malice stripped away Florien's pants with the blink of an eye, then he kissed his nipple, awaking him. The cop
AC: Blurry memories and hard timesMandy was wrong.
She couldn't endure Helen for more than a day.
Three months had passed, and she kept seeing her like she used to, before the meds, before her psycho treatment.
Her baby was a small roundness in her belly.
Every single day, Mandy persuaded herself that it was a small sacrifice to keep the baby to be safe.
The weirdest thing happened on the beginning of the fourth month.
Mandy was brushing her hair, Vidic came in and talked about her session's splitting. Then, she saw her. She saw Helen's arm emerging from Vidic's back, then around his neck, acting like she wanted to strangle him. Mandy froze and asked him to leave. She yelled her request until he stormed out and she spasmed painfully over the bed, her head on fire.
Helen's malicious laughter echoed in her ears.
Mandy death-gripped the headbed to limit her spasming, panting heavily, her head resting against the cold white wall.
"Once and for all, what the hell do you want, Helen?" she asked, gritting every word through h
AC Subject 15 (Bis) Meet the family and a surpriseIt was exactly like Sixteen told her.
The morning after, Vidic and his assistant boy told her she would have gone through the memories of a different ancestor.
This time she relived the early childhood of a girl named Amelia Buonacaccia, a fourteen years old who lived her life between Florence and Venice during the Renaissance.
Her father was Ermete Buonacaccia, a rich textiles merchant with aristocracy background. He was harsh against his enemies, but kind and proud with his daughter. He didn't receive the blessing of a son, but he was one of those few man (during that time, of course) who considered his daughter as important as a son. He even taught her how to fight and how to hold different weapons...so, after a rough and hard training, Amelia had gained the right to wear a short sword at her belt and a sharp stiletto, hidden over her right calf.
She loved those weapons. She'd heard scary stories about girls who couldn't defend themselves, so even if she'd happened to come across th