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Say they're like a ten year old boys and I will cut off your testicles and feed them to your great aunt.

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I wish you didn’t have powers so you’d die.

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Funny comeback

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YOU'RE TACKY AND I HATE YOU

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old flame maybe, idk hi?

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM

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Each word that fell from Daniel's lips was yet another parasite of doubt that dug it's spurs into her, worming their way past the seemingly indestructible facade of strength and apathy that shrouded the girl. Each coaxing encouragement or sliver of hope handed to her broke her down, whispered promises of a new life, a new her and brought them ever closer to existence. There was a battle raging inside of her, a battle between the bitter twisted version and the - much younger - innocent version of herself. That version was that of a girl who also carried the load of difference and exile, but still had that ounce of belief in people, in herself - that they could change and be better. That still hoped that people were good.

Tinsley was quiet for a long time, her lips pursed as she picked absently at the edge of her sleeve. Images flashed behind dark - once expressive - glazed eyes. Images of the faces that haunted her sleep and her days, the faces she'd see when she closed her eyes and those that she would catch glimpses of staring at her solemnly as elevator doors closed. Faces that were no longer of this world, but chased her in hers. The faces of those she had killed, of those she kills and of those she would inevitably kill. Always with same question in their eyes, burning like brimstone; why? Why them, why now, why her? It was that same question that used to fill her with a perverted type of glee, that feeling that used to fill the gaping hole in her chest, that made it easier for her to breath as the days trudged on. Because she could. Because she felt like it. Because she was told. Because she liked it.

But that feeling had worn off. It had mutated into a weary type of melancholy, an anchor that she dragged behind her, everyday of her life. Getting increasingly heavier as the days, weeks, years past. People dropping like flies into the wake of chaos that was her life. She killed because that's all she knew, all she knew was destruction, relationships, lives, they all merge into one. If destruction was all she knew, then her life molded to becoming good at it, and she was, she was magnificent at it. Tinsley York didn't do anything by halves at that included murder. But know what was her life, could she even call it a life? It more likely resembled the shell of one. How long had it been since she had smiled and felt it, really felt it, that buzzing glow of happiness that started in the very core of you and spread to your toes, fingertips and the tip of your nose. Five years? More than. 

Tinsley knew that she was bad, because no matter how much she tired, she couldn't not like killing people. Not in the sense of enjoying taking someones life so much, but at the fulfillment of a purpose. The prize at the end of a long hard chase. A quiet predator stalking her prey and then taking the target by the throat. She supposed it was the power that she held in that moment, that moment where she had someones life in her small hand and the power to crush it - if she so chose. Power did things to people. There was only one thing that was comparable to it... Healing. Tinsley had been given two gifts, the ability to detriment someones health, and to restore it. When Tinsley healed someone she was giving them a sliver of her soul, her very essence. It was a toll on her own physicality that she had to pay when she brought someone back from the brink of death. But what was priceless was the indescribable feeling she felt when she saw what she could do when she wanted. That bright glowing light, that she saw, that rolled off of her and the person or people she was saving. It filled her up with the utmost peace and serenity, like she was untouchable, invincible...perfect.

A sob bubbled up from deep within her and expelled itself from her lips, it shook the very foundation of her being. She longed for that perfect feeling, for that serenity and peace. That happiness. All she had ever longed for was to be happy, and what Daniel was suggesting could well bring her that - if she could just find it in her to let go of her past, of this thing that was holding her back. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore..." her voice cracked in multiple places, her chest felt like it was caving in. "I don't know who I am." Tinsley shook her head as if she could rid herself of these traitorous feelings and go back to the void she had lived in before Daniel had literally popped into it. "I can't...I don't know how to feel. I don't know how to be-be...me." She couldn't look at him, she was too ashamed at her weakness. 

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Daniel found himself on high alert, his sense on overdrive as he took in her every movement prepared to disappear in a second at the mere signs of trouble. Years of experience had prepared Daniel for these situations, it was mere matter of survival that he was made him ready to do whatever it took to stay alive. He knew he had to be smart about his every movement, his every action because Tinsley was not the first one to be hired to do this and she certainly would not be the last one how would come after him. His only chance was to keep running because if he’d learned anything through all his experiences it was that this life, the one they’d been given and it was worth living. He wasn’t going to give that up, not when he’d been so blessed with a second chance at his life. While he hadn’t seen his sister in five years, protecting her and ensuring her safety was the most important thing for Daniel and he couldn’t do that if he was six feet under. A simple reason to live was enough for Daniel to keep pushing forward. For him to be in such close proximity to someone he knew wanted him dead.

“She wouldn’t want this for you,” Daniel said and he knew that his words were true. Since Ella had found out about him they had grown to know each other rather well and Daniel knew that while sometimes Ella made mistakes she had a huge heart and she cared deeply for the people in her life. While he hadn’t been immersed in the drama and angst of most of Devil Town he was still rather well informed in what was going on around town back then. He’d heard the stories and over heard Sara and Ella talking about the past on more than one occasion. Daniel just hoped that some part of Tinsley still held onto those people she once held dear, because he knew that would be his only saving grace to save her from this life. “She’d want to see you do more with your life than this.” Daniel says calmly hoping to not send her into a defensive manner. Against his better judgment Daniel follows her inside of her house and makes himself comfortable in one of the overstuffed couches. Still careful to watch her movement with caution, his carelessness could cost him his life right now and he’s not prepared to go down without a fight. Not when he had so much that he needed to fix in his life. Death was not an option.

“You can’t honestly expect me to believe that. That you don’t hold any remorse for the things you’re doing?” Daniel asked as he stared her down. The words she was speaking sent a chill down his back and he began to wonder if Tinsley was too far gone, too far that she couldn’t be pulled back from the ledge she’d placed herself on. He had to make her see, had to make her understand that what she was doing was wrong, that she could be redeemed if only she wanted it. “You can’t tell me that you don’t look at these people and kill them with no remorse. Not when that girl you killed could have been someone’s Ella or someone’s Sara. You can’t tell me that those thoughts don’t send waves of doubt running through you at the very idea.” Daniel challenged her and he knew his every word could either bring her over to his way of thinking or pusher to killing him even more. He hoped to god it was the former. “Tell me it doesn’t kill you to think that there could be someone else like you out there who try to take her out, because there are and they try.” Daniel said letting the reality of their situation set in.

“This life, you don’t have to lead this life. You don’t have to take the life of these people. You don’t have to be some government puppet, because those people your hunting. There just like you. They got landed with these powers and their lost and their scared. Just like you once were when all of this happened. They don’t deserve to be hunted down like wild animals.” Daniel reasoned with her because he better than anyone knew what it felt like to be corned like a wild animal about to be caught and skinned alive. It was a hopeless feeling he hoped no one would ever have to experience but the reality was that for people like them it was a normal way of living. “I can give you a way out, I can give you back the people who care about. A life you deserve to have, you just have to want it.” He knew that people like Sara and Jade would welcome back Tinsley in like it was nothing, while Ella might take some warming up to the idea she too would come around. “You don’t have to live this shadow of a life with is empty pleasures. You can have real genuine friends and people who love you. This does not have to be your life, Tinsley.” Daniel repeated once more hoping to drill home the point he could help her get her life back. 

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM

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I demand more lines in Heidi's rendition of MLP: FiM