Point-of-View: Riley Moone
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"D-damn it, what's going on!? I can't shoot!"
"I can't move my arms, what the fuck is this!?"
"You bitch, what have you done to us!?"
I've taken control of their blood and am preventing them from being able to move their arms, which means they can't shoot anymore. Not that I need to tell them that, of course.
I was also keeping the brainwashed Alters from moving, but I was making sure that they don't feel any pain. Once I'm done destroying these terrorist scum, I'll put the Alters out of their misery as painlessly as I can.
"I'd love to take my time with this, but I should probably wrap it up quickly. Hm...well, just because your deaths will be fast doesn't mean they won't be painful. Why don't I make your bodies match your twisted personalities?" I smirked, as cries of pain began to ring out as I manipulated the blood inside of their bodies, their fingers and hands twisting across violently.
