旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Team Eeeek: Hymie Krausmeyer: The UnAnointed Page 39 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � "NO!" the old woman shouted, pushing the word out of her chest with a � � force of will. "He's the one!" � � "One what? The Master?" another questioned. � � "She doesn't mean that! This weakling can't possibly be the UnAnointed!" � � � � "He's the one!" gasped the old woman. � � The seven "Servants" glared at the little man hunched on a stool before � � them, the thought of that emaciated, abused body belonging to the one � � they awaited repugnant to each. � � � � "He's the one!" the old woman insisted. � � The first of the seven turned to the others. "She can't possibly mean � � that this is the Master, the UnAnointed!" � � � � "He's the one!" the old woman shrieked. And as the Krausmeyer shriveled � � into himself with embarrassment and fear, the seven heard her words with � � a feeling that approached horror and revulsion. � � "He's the one!" the old woman screamed. "He's the one!" � � � � To be continued... � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸