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| Post #1 Oct 31 2012, 08:58 PM | Wackman |
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Three bodies were lying on the ground, twitching and gasping for air. All three of them were clutching their necks trying to keep the life liquid to get sucked out. A dark figure swooped in, and floated above them. A white mask looking down at them with a big red grin painted on its face as it scanned the area, on its right hand, a large scythe that planted itself on the ground and a large cloak concealing a non-existent body, as it floated over them, and picked up their weapons. The large weapon was not stained with their blood, and periodically a drop of blood dripped from the cloak: a hidden dagger. The mask approached them as a hand, started picking their pockets, revealing their jackets, and taking their weapons and money. There was not much to take. A single handgun, a switch blade, a few bucks, and a decent supply of drugs. The cloak had apparently just struck down a deal. The supplier, his back up and the customer were all lying taking in their last breaths. The supplier and the backup were clearly Yakuza, that much could be told with their fancy suits and wearing sunglasses at night. The killer was a triad under the name of Ben Tai. He wore a large dark cloak to conceal his body. He had one, he was sitting cross-legged, but that was not seen from outside the cloak. He had the gift of flight. He had a dagger clutched in his right hand that was soaked in their blood. A stab right in the neck, swarming over them; they were dealt quickly, and efficiently. Just like Alice taught him. “Geez, I expected more… This will never impress Yang… At least I got something out of this…” He whined to himself Edited by Wackman, Nov 1 2012, 11:43 AM.
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| Post #11 Nov 2 2012, 12:31 AM | Wackman |
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What was that laughter? That angelic voice was like music to his heart. He could feel every string being plucked and toyed. Any regular man would`ve been frightened, but Ben was just aroused. A siren`s call and he was just a weak willed sailor that was going to crash his boat on the rocks. How could such a woman exist without his knowledge? How he wished they were making mad love; her on top, using him beating him like a useless ragdoll. He wanted to taste that tongue, and watch her magnificent feminine figure crush him whole. Her threat was heard, but was she actively trying to seduce him? It was working, oooh was it working. Ben`s voice quivered out of jubilation. She was so strong. She was pinning him against the wall, and pressing on it. His arm that was around her started caressing her back, gently as his other hand began to feel the arm that was pushing his skull against the skull. “That`s it, asking the right question. You can go ahead and kill me, but then what? Back to showing your fine ass to drunkards and serving them drinks?” This was a big guess on Ben`s part. It was the only logical solution. If she was a working girl, then she would`ve accepted the money instead of throwing it away, yet she refused it. She had her pride; as she was pinning him earlier to apologize, then why else would she wear so provocative clothing? He knew there was a club nearby; he knew the dress code too, and she matched it. “I know you deserve more. I look into your eyes and I see an empress, a queen without a knight to serve her every whim. I can be that knight. I don`t fear you. I want to get close to you; show you the meaning of… pleasure” He said simply. There was a quiver in his voice, but it was certainly not fear. |
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| Post #12 Nov 2 2012, 12:45 AM | Aurora |
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Anael let out a long, heavy sigh as he continued his valiant act of manly seduction. Her hand released his head from the wall and she broke away from his embrace. Shaking her head she brought her hands up to her eyes and she rubbed against them. "These three were not worth this trouble. I should have just let them die." She spat turning away from him and letting out a grumbling sound as she cursed under her breath. Taking the time apart she thought to herself, she was quick, yeah he could fly but the parking garage that had her car was right around the corner. If she was quick enough to get there she may get away. Then again, she ran the risk of being caught underground, alone with that...man. She only had a second to think about. Anael had no other choice, this guy wasn't going to just let her walk away without giving him something. "I can't fathom spending any more time with you.." her words were real mean, and she quickly darted out of the alley, and turning left towards the parking garage. She was on the first floor, and she quickly made her way towards her car. Seeing it in her sights she slowed her pace and put her hand against a pillar. Licking her lips she searched around for her keys. "Fucking men. Who the fuck does he think he is.." |
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| Post #13 Nov 2 2012, 01:09 AM | Wackman |
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« Why do you flee? I wonder… » Ben`s voice could be heard coming from behind her. It was easy to go after her. She was fast, but he was faster. He quickly made a quick note of the metal plate. He knew so much of her, yet she knew nothing of him. It… was so intriguing. Ben`s lust had shifted to pure curiosity when she ran off. They always ran. He wasn`t going to be intimidated by her strength, her power, her glare nor her vicious words that could break down a weaker man; Ben was not weak. His heart was indestructible. He wanted a woman to test its limit and she was doing just that and it was beautiful. He was a few feet behind, as he dragged the scythe to the ground, the sound echoing in the parking garage. “You could`ve killed me, you could`ve pummeled, yet… you decide to run. Why is that?” He asked as he approached her. Her tiny skirt was revealing, but what he wanted was nestled discreetly under her two luscious boobs. He wanted to hold her heart, and feel its warm glow, make it stronger. Words were meaningless. There was only one thing he could do; an action to show her that this sick pervert was serious. He placed his hand on his mask. He launched himself at her at his top speed. There was no sound when he flew, and it was his top speed; instantaneous, and he stopped inches from, as his cloak surrounded her. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. And he was gone; taking the his chance to fly out as she would probably take more than a few moment to get out of the cloak; not to mention the element of surprise. On the car, his mask would rest, with a card with a phone number on it. Edited by Wackman, Nov 2 2012, 01:13 AM.
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| Post #14 Nov 2 2012, 01:19 AM | Aurora |
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Why'd she assume that he wouldn't follow her. She finally found her keys and shook her head as he spoke to her. This fucking pervert really wasn't going to give up, was she really going to have to kill him. Not wanting to turn around she put her hands on her hips and unlocked her car, and was about to go for the handle when a gust of wind pushed her clothes and hair forward. Feeling a hot body next to her's, barely giving her enough time to react because there was no sound. She felt the mans lips press against her cheek and her the hairs on her neck stood up. Raising her fist she swung it around quickly, passing through the cloak and smashing against the pillar next to her. "God...damn it..." She cursed as she put her hand up to her cheek. Her face turning red as she searched around looking for the man. "Fucking cunt..." As she noticed he was gone she walked towards her car and saw the card that held the mans name and number. Picking it up. 'Ben...' shaking her head she opened the door and sat in the drivers seat. She held the card up in front of her face. 'Ben...' Anael sighed and put the keys into her car. ---end thread--- Edited by Aurora, Nov 2 2012, 01:20 AM.
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