06-07-2008, 08:08 AM
As the noon sun bore down on the menacing duo, the scent of fresh blood assailed them. Sure enough, the far too enthusiastic voice of Karl piped over a hidden loudspeaker, stopping the pair as they made re-entry into familiar territory. Buildings loomed in the distance like sentinels frozen in time, their dulled surfaces reflecting the parching sun’s rays towards them.
Three more down, which brought her count to nineteen souls still breathing, still walking around on borrowed time. That time belonged to her and Bardock, their lives were but tiny stitches woven into their tapestry, all waiting to be ripped asunder beneath their wanton hands. “Can you smell them, Bar?” her voice was a silken purr as she closed her eyes against the wordless voices that stirred inside her head. “I can hear them, all running away like the cowards they are. They fear us.”
His glanced over at this strange woman, wondering where this new side had come from. It appealed to him, but he wasn’t so stupid as to completely let himself be comfortable with this new persona. “Let’s take it slower from here on out;” he suggested. “The danger zones are closing us all in. Eventually, they’ll be forced from their hiding places and into our hands.”
She nodded in agreement, herself agreeing that the plan was a sage one. “Let them come.” Her nail gun was heavy in her hand, her thumb caressing its textured handle as one would do a lover. In a sense, Death was that lover, her weapon was merely the harbinger of His power and potential. She wielded it now, the power, the control. They both did.
They stood at the edge of the city, the wind whipping over their bronzed bodies as they looked onward into the distance. Out there, nestled within the safety of the many structures, she felt life as it stirred within the thin walls. She still hadn’t encountered Seventeen, or any of her enlisted clan mates. A few had already perished, but he still remained. While he was out there, he remained a threat, a threat that only her hands could squelch, and damn it if they didn’t itch with the need to feel blood upon silken surface once more.
“We’ll pause for a few moments here, if they don’t start coming out of the woodwork soon, we’ll move.” Bardock instructed.
“Sounds like a plan to me;” she replied, her entire being strumming like a tuning fork with the prospect of racking up another kill to her long list of bodies strewn behind her. Although this was all fake, it brought her no less satisfaction, just this time, it was all legal. Life sure knew how to throw in some good twists, she thought as Bardock led the way to a concealed area that hid them, but left the rest of the cityscape a clear enough view for their feasting eyes.
Their eyes scanned the region, alert, ready for any danger that would come their way. The need for stimulation overruled all else, all save for the distracting presence of the menacing brawler. In this moment, something broke between them. It was an almost audible POP, slowly severing the negativity surrounding both their perceptions of one another. Something big was happening, and she was excited. She couldn’t have asked for a better partner than the brooding menace at her side now.
Three more down, which brought her count to nineteen souls still breathing, still walking around on borrowed time. That time belonged to her and Bardock, their lives were but tiny stitches woven into their tapestry, all waiting to be ripped asunder beneath their wanton hands. “Can you smell them, Bar?” her voice was a silken purr as she closed her eyes against the wordless voices that stirred inside her head. “I can hear them, all running away like the cowards they are. They fear us.”
His glanced over at this strange woman, wondering where this new side had come from. It appealed to him, but he wasn’t so stupid as to completely let himself be comfortable with this new persona. “Let’s take it slower from here on out;” he suggested. “The danger zones are closing us all in. Eventually, they’ll be forced from their hiding places and into our hands.”
She nodded in agreement, herself agreeing that the plan was a sage one. “Let them come.” Her nail gun was heavy in her hand, her thumb caressing its textured handle as one would do a lover. In a sense, Death was that lover, her weapon was merely the harbinger of His power and potential. She wielded it now, the power, the control. They both did.
They stood at the edge of the city, the wind whipping over their bronzed bodies as they looked onward into the distance. Out there, nestled within the safety of the many structures, she felt life as it stirred within the thin walls. She still hadn’t encountered Seventeen, or any of her enlisted clan mates. A few had already perished, but he still remained. While he was out there, he remained a threat, a threat that only her hands could squelch, and damn it if they didn’t itch with the need to feel blood upon silken surface once more.
“We’ll pause for a few moments here, if they don’t start coming out of the woodwork soon, we’ll move.” Bardock instructed.
“Sounds like a plan to me;” she replied, her entire being strumming like a tuning fork with the prospect of racking up another kill to her long list of bodies strewn behind her. Although this was all fake, it brought her no less satisfaction, just this time, it was all legal. Life sure knew how to throw in some good twists, she thought as Bardock led the way to a concealed area that hid them, but left the rest of the cityscape a clear enough view for their feasting eyes.
Their eyes scanned the region, alert, ready for any danger that would come their way. The need for stimulation overruled all else, all save for the distracting presence of the menacing brawler. In this moment, something broke between them. It was an almost audible POP, slowly severing the negativity surrounding both their perceptions of one another. Something big was happening, and she was excited. She couldn’t have asked for a better partner than the brooding menace at her side now.
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