"Come out. Come out. Wherever you are!" Writer says in a sing song voice. Henry pressed further against the wall, his grip tightening on the handle of his sword. Subconscious, he used his heal to push JayJay closer to the wall as well. 'Just a little closer...' Henry smirked, he death gripped the handle and swung out from the protection of the wall. "What a moron!" Writer says laughing. "Shut up! Im going to make you pay! For every little thing youve ever done!" Henry growled. Writer snorted, a inky sword shifting into her hands. 

   "Did... Henry just...." "yep? " "The fuck!?" "I- dont... know..." "Is he ghost? He just popped out of no where!" "That explains alot...."
   
  
   Henry jumped into the air, spinning and quickly slicing. Writer used her own sword as a sheild. She smirked as he landed, shatters of his sword raining down on him. He spawned another one just in time to jump over Writer's swing. He started swinging his arms to keep balence on Writer's shoulders. "Get off you me, you nuisance!" Writer snapped. Henry chuckled then a surprised.... who knows whay kind of sound escaped his lips, as Writer grabbed his ankle and threw him into the ground. He opened on eye groaning.... Writer giggled her fingers grazing the bottom of his chin. "How adorable! The knight in shining armor has already fallen! Now hold still,  you'll join your friends soon." She says pointing an inky dagger to his throat. he glare deepened and he fruitlessly struggled, sqirming under his enemy. She laughed, and slowly raised the dagger. Shadows fell over his face, and in a quick moment, he kneed Writer in the gut. The dagger fell, as Writer clutched her stomach, "Th-thats a.... low b-blow." She groaned. Henry chuckled, about to say something else before....

    Writer stood up, Henry falling to her feet. She twirled the dagger in her hand "NoW TO fiNIsH ThE joB!" He slowly looked up, the bruise on the back of his head darkening by the second. His eyebrows were arched to form an unforgettable expression of helplessness. She lifted the dagger a little more then drove it down. Henry sqeezed his eyes shut, telling himself over and over to somehow go numb. And soon.

  Writer yelped, metal clinking onto the floor. Henry opened his eyes, tears immediatly filling them. A small gust of wind ruffled her blue hair... her eyes peircing into Writer's....................
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"You're going to pay."