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| DJ Smash | Jul 20 2008, 02:08 AM Post #1 |
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Everything started off black. You were completely blind. You could feel the walls around you, it was exactly like you hidden in an oversized medicine cabinet. And then it came back to you, you were hiding in an oversized cabinet. There were Splicer voices right outside where you were hiding. Fuck. One of them was leaning on the cabinet. It was beginning to creak, and rocked a tiny bit. A voice could be heard from beyond. And it had a thick American accent. "Where is it. I need some of those Plasmids I've been hearing you store somewhere. Listen. I wouldn'lt normally deal with a sick fuck like you. You fucking Splicers are bitches. If you weren't so damn useful to me, I'd chop you up into bite sized pieces." From there, you could hear someone pick up something metal from the top of the cabinet. Perhaps a scalpel, perhaps a syringe, perhaps a coffee mug. It couldn't have been the American voice. Because that voice was coming from the left. Meaning, it belonged to the Splicer. The voice of the American began to shake. What the fuck was going on out there. Whatever it was, it involved blood. And death. The Six-Shooter Pistol you owned was digging into your hip. I'd say it was inviting you to a little party, wouldn't you. Plus, you wouldn't want to let a fellow human die would you? Yet it might be worth it to hide, the Splicer might lead you to these supposed Plasmids. Your choice. "Fuck. What are you doing? FUCK! Why have you got that! STAY AWAY FROM ME! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! AAAARGH!" Lulz blood. |
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| S3rpent | Jul 20 2008, 02:44 AM Post #2 |
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Shit, that guy's loud, Aaron thought plainly, keeping an ear against the cabinet's wall. I don't even remember how I wound up here. But this fucking Splicer's dead. He shifted a bit, the movement almost completely silent. Right after he kills this idiot. There was a small part of Aaron that desperately wanted to save the man; to appear to him as a hero, and thus have someone to travel with, increasing his own chances of survival. That's always what it watered down to with Aaron. Really, survival is all it watered down to with anybody, but Aaron was one of the few gifted with enough intelligence to realize it. His plan was simple. Wait for the man to be killed, or maybe even kill the Splicer, and kill the survivor. Wait. he thought, his methodical thought kicking in. If that Splicer kills this douche, no doubt he'll have somewhere to return to; a place where he keeps all his stolen bounty. That's what I'll do; follow him after the kill. Easy. Most of his previous work involved talking his way out of situations, rather than being outright stealthy. But if need be, Aaron could sneak around. Aaron could stalk. And lord knows Aaron could fucking kill. |
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