Race Mix RP

"I DON'T OWN IT! AND ITS AN ORGANIZATION, NOT AN AGENCY! I AM JUST A LOW-LEVEL AGENT! BESIDES, MY INFORMATION AND EMOTIONAL DATA IS FAULTY, I AM TO DIE TOMORROW IF YOU DON'T KILL ME NOW, AND AM NOTHING BUT A CLONE! KILL ME! PLEASE!"

i started to shake.

I shot my gun at her.
"..."

(Alice is dead. No longer in the roleplay. goodbye)

I kneeled down on the floor, blood seeping out of me.

THE END (not for the roleplay, though)

"this has gone too far!" I said looking at them. I concentrated and white light went beaming down. Did it work? I thought

"..."
"I dont know."

I fell down. Crying. What has happened? I thought

I awoke, still bleeding. A reviving spell? no way... no! I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!

"It worked."
I smiled.
"You may be a unnecccesary clone, but you do realize, if I was dead, it wouldnt make any difference either."

"I know, I know, but.... but... Ima gonna die anyways, but I don't want to be killed! I want to Die, not be Killed! It's in my programming!!!"

"Then die. Just wait for your time."

"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT! I WIL BE KILLED TOMORROW! UGH!"

"It dosnt matter."
I stared at her.
"Have a lollupop":

"Don't worry!" I said. "Take this," I said handing a little candy.

Just then, I began to speed away in my rental car empty-handed.

Even though I was ticked off, I knew that if I went any farther then I would've died.

I stopped in a neighborhood, prepared to hit someone. I pressed harder on the brakes. And harder.

I could hear loud streaking and I knew I made ugly skid marks. Some people opened their windows to see what had happened.

I saw a flash. Something like a flashback I must say. my body stood frozen. Not blinking, nothing

Midnight was trekking through the woods, her bat and fellow wolves following.
"I'm so hot," Scorch complained.
"No, you're uglier than a donkey butt," Ice replied to his complaint, giggling.
Mist started laughing wildly. "I wish I'd thought of that!" she said, shaking the tears of laughter away from her eyes.
Snitch was giggling.
'Wait... Snitch... Giggling?! Oh no, that's not good!' I thought.
See, the thing is, when Snitch giggles, he fills with air, and floats up. Snitch giggled a bit too much here, and he floated up, hit a branch, and started falling.
"Helllllllllp!" he was squealing; he couldn't fly because his wings got torn from branches hitting him while he was falling.
Hearing his frantic call for help, I turned around, looked up, and yelled, "SNITCH!"

*Cymi, can I backseat mod? I thought you could only have one character... What the hexagon? That doesn't fit into the story. Wasit Cymidei's flashback?*

"I don't want a candy! I wanna die, you idiot!"

^You can't backseat mod. Also, it is made of her characters. She can't control yours or anyone except herself. Let an admin take care of it.
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"Itll help," I told her

(LOL, my sister thought Cym was Cecily)

I stared at her.
"Just let er die."

(Let her die, seriously. She wants too ;D)

^wutzever

"Hm, it's your choice to live," I told the girl who wanted to die

"I... I can't. You do it for me,"

I frowned. "hm.." I said sittig