Whirr of gears, sound of metal scraping against the ground. Pistons in her new and cumbersome legs groaned in complaint, she walked away from some annoying vampire girl. The cries of "Do you want girl scout cookies"? ringing in her ears behind her, she was heading the small stretch beach that was near the factory. Leaping upwards she landed behind the vampire, her left metal hand lashing out towards her throat gripping around it. Of course vampires don't need to breath but she didn't care it was just to hold her, the cyber woman threw the undead creature to the sand pinning her down with a knee on her chest.
Drawing out her dagger her lips make her grin evily, the vampire girl asking if that is all she has. The blade flashed once under the glint of the dieing sunset, it slid in to the stomach where she began to cut away the flesh. Blood spilled down her sides mixing with the sand under them, still the cyber didn't care using her metal hand to tear away the chunk she had just carved out.
That was when the vampire struck to fight back struggling under the weight of metal and flesh, it was almost too fast to see for an ordinary human but with her enhanced eyes she caught the movement. Her metal wrist smashed against the fangs preventing them from getting near to her throat, punching her on the side of her silly head Blueray shoves her left hand in to the open wound. Tugging out large and small intestines alike dropping them on the ground, the girl tried striking again this time on her right arm. Luckily even though that was all skin and bone she still wore arm guards, can never be too careful in this city of your own form.
With a hiss of pure frustration and anger mostly from the half truths she had been told, she ripped out the vampire's un-used, stomach, liver, kidneys, bladder every organ saving the lungs and heart for last. She crushed the heart in her metal hand as the girl gave up on her existance, picking up her dagger she slashed at the throat the arms the legs. Simply mutilating the corpse for its perfection that she could no longer have, the blood sprayed her since vampires are made mostly of blood instead of water.
Sheathing her dagger Blueray stood her whole front splattered, she once again looked like a macabre thing. Her right hand trails its fingers down her cheek smearing the red stains over her skin, she almost laughed at the fact the thing never screamed. Leaving the area behind her cold, metal eyes were alight with the soft glow of her joy. She had killed and it felt good, there was still some of her old self left. There is no guilt, no remorse, no regret over her horrendous crime.
For those who knew her as she is now, they may never witness the monster she still is. The monster that hides....
Lulz of the day:
[20:07] Blueray Darkes coughs and puts her halo on
[20:08] Sawa Amiot eats Sissy's halo, "Mmm.....tastes like dirty thoughts."
Thursday 16 April 2009
Saturday 4 April 2009
Fire on South beach
Unseen I stood upon the apartments watching the helicopter go past heading for the beach, since the creature had been caught its legs cut off it was immobile. Yesterday there was sloth serum delivered to every faction, good ole Meg so hard working and deligent. It was the serum that got the creature down, used for the benefit of the city. So I thought.
One of the Agents was beaten and dragged to the beach, the other one that was still flying the helicopter tried to get awawy. The thing was shot down and before it exploded the agent lept for his life, only for him to be swarmed by the residents of Toxia. Both agents were dragged to the beach, I moved to the small archway to watch the scene. They were questioned and it was Pieter's voice I heard who whipped the people up in to a frenzy to kill, it was his voice that incited the mainlanders should be burned. All in the name of showing this government they shouldn't have abandoned us, show them what the city is they will die for the mainland's sins.
Agent Hexicola: "Weren't you all mainlanders once"?
His question hung on the murderous air unanswered, my own silent answer was yes we were. Yet here we are calling this hole our home, and here I am unable to stop the deaths about to occur. He didn't beg for his life he asked to go home, slumped over the creature and lamenting about TV. That's when the fire was started the agents and the creature burned, the two human men screamed while their flesh seared and charred. They were burned alive at the stake, though I thrilled at the murder I knew there had to have been a better way. Once the fires died taking the fleeing souls with the flames, I lept from my perch and landed on the sand below. I addressed the mob, asking all those wasn't there a better way than killing them. Pieter piped up telling me not to be retarded, I said when those two don't return to the mainland they will send more. Again it was Pieter who spoke saying then they will deal with them, in the Toxian way and the Toxian fashion. I turned away from them still feigning I was reformed in some way, and I took to the rooftops again.
Turning to where the beach lay a second helicopter flew over, it launched missles at our supply ship blowing it up in a rather large mushroom cloud. Bogac was beside me he saw it too, I whirled on him as I pointed. "See this is it what the actions cost us, we could have had the Coven make up some potions to wipe their minds or the magick peoples to do mind spells". I guess I was seeing the bigger picture I was a thinker after all, the year of being a Shadow taught me to see the waves of consequences of your own actions. Bogac agreed with me but no one thought of it they just wanted the men dead, and now everyone will suffer for the shit they caused to fall on us. The lycan then began to think of ways to defend our city since there will be more to investigate the disappearences, he suggested my cybers could make the weapons needed and he had a large amount of faith in us.
I went to the streets then and just wandered through them, my mind churning with the crisis that was going to happen. Stopping at the garage I saw some Ryders hanging around Duckie, I was invited in I began to talk to them. Duckie had been captive in the hospital so I told him about the ship he uses to get in supplies, I knew about from a few rumours in the city and what Duckie once told me himself. He was distraught if I can put a name to his re-action, I discussed with the Ryder vampires its not just the food you need to worry about. Its the other things everyone uses too such as moter parts, oil, gasoline, ammo, as I listed it off they began to realise what this meant. I gave a few suggestions on how they can help, they got to work on it.
Before I left South Pieter found me sneaking up behind me, his shadow talons gripping my right shoulder and piercing my skin. He threatened me for using sloth serum for the capture, if I didn't stop using it there would be Hell to pay. Remember the Omegan Institute. I should be angry at him for making the mob murder, for bringing this on our heads. Pieter's words run like lava over me, he lulls me saying he misses me.
"I have my memory of us in K-tox, just us and no one else", I said.
Does he want an encore?
I'm not sure but that time those few hours, will never be tainted by the anger, the disappointment, the neglect, the fact he slams his foot down on me when he thinks I got out of line. I'm a different person battling with my darkness, I feel no guilt or remorse for anything I do. Somewhere inside me my desires to do what I used to do to the people, somehow they feel wrong and this makes confliction. I was once feared and hated, I was even desired by the men. Pieter hugs me we talk more after a while he lets me go saying we should move, I tell him I know its because the ex Shadow who was hated shouldn't be seen snuggling with the hated Lord. So he caught me out this time in the game, bad move on my part to let factions use the sloth serum. Like hell I would stop using it if I can get it, just have to be more careful next time. I wasn't a Walker for nothing, I wasn't council for nothing. For all his threats and smooth talking, he has no real hold on me I can do as I please.
I always do as I please, but I will make sure to guard and defend what is mine. Everything can be manupilated to benefit a whole, another lesson I learned well. Hey its not like I'm going to ever become some twisted defender of the city... Fuck that!.
Lulz of the day:
[18:19] Colleen Marjeta realizes she doesn't want to hear about marriages gone bad and crosses the street to chat with very evil shadows instead
[7:53] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard Armors SELF
[7:54] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard hurtsThemself
One of the Agents was beaten and dragged to the beach, the other one that was still flying the helicopter tried to get awawy. The thing was shot down and before it exploded the agent lept for his life, only for him to be swarmed by the residents of Toxia. Both agents were dragged to the beach, I moved to the small archway to watch the scene. They were questioned and it was Pieter's voice I heard who whipped the people up in to a frenzy to kill, it was his voice that incited the mainlanders should be burned. All in the name of showing this government they shouldn't have abandoned us, show them what the city is they will die for the mainland's sins.
Agent Hexicola: "Weren't you all mainlanders once"?
His question hung on the murderous air unanswered, my own silent answer was yes we were. Yet here we are calling this hole our home, and here I am unable to stop the deaths about to occur. He didn't beg for his life he asked to go home, slumped over the creature and lamenting about TV. That's when the fire was started the agents and the creature burned, the two human men screamed while their flesh seared and charred. They were burned alive at the stake, though I thrilled at the murder I knew there had to have been a better way. Once the fires died taking the fleeing souls with the flames, I lept from my perch and landed on the sand below. I addressed the mob, asking all those wasn't there a better way than killing them. Pieter piped up telling me not to be retarded, I said when those two don't return to the mainland they will send more. Again it was Pieter who spoke saying then they will deal with them, in the Toxian way and the Toxian fashion. I turned away from them still feigning I was reformed in some way, and I took to the rooftops again.
Turning to where the beach lay a second helicopter flew over, it launched missles at our supply ship blowing it up in a rather large mushroom cloud. Bogac was beside me he saw it too, I whirled on him as I pointed. "See this is it what the actions cost us, we could have had the Coven make up some potions to wipe their minds or the magick peoples to do mind spells". I guess I was seeing the bigger picture I was a thinker after all, the year of being a Shadow taught me to see the waves of consequences of your own actions. Bogac agreed with me but no one thought of it they just wanted the men dead, and now everyone will suffer for the shit they caused to fall on us. The lycan then began to think of ways to defend our city since there will be more to investigate the disappearences, he suggested my cybers could make the weapons needed and he had a large amount of faith in us.
I went to the streets then and just wandered through them, my mind churning with the crisis that was going to happen. Stopping at the garage I saw some Ryders hanging around Duckie, I was invited in I began to talk to them. Duckie had been captive in the hospital so I told him about the ship he uses to get in supplies, I knew about from a few rumours in the city and what Duckie once told me himself. He was distraught if I can put a name to his re-action, I discussed with the Ryder vampires its not just the food you need to worry about. Its the other things everyone uses too such as moter parts, oil, gasoline, ammo, as I listed it off they began to realise what this meant. I gave a few suggestions on how they can help, they got to work on it.
Before I left South Pieter found me sneaking up behind me, his shadow talons gripping my right shoulder and piercing my skin. He threatened me for using sloth serum for the capture, if I didn't stop using it there would be Hell to pay. Remember the Omegan Institute. I should be angry at him for making the mob murder, for bringing this on our heads. Pieter's words run like lava over me, he lulls me saying he misses me.
"I have my memory of us in K-tox, just us and no one else", I said.
Does he want an encore?
I'm not sure but that time those few hours, will never be tainted by the anger, the disappointment, the neglect, the fact he slams his foot down on me when he thinks I got out of line. I'm a different person battling with my darkness, I feel no guilt or remorse for anything I do. Somewhere inside me my desires to do what I used to do to the people, somehow they feel wrong and this makes confliction. I was once feared and hated, I was even desired by the men. Pieter hugs me we talk more after a while he lets me go saying we should move, I tell him I know its because the ex Shadow who was hated shouldn't be seen snuggling with the hated Lord. So he caught me out this time in the game, bad move on my part to let factions use the sloth serum. Like hell I would stop using it if I can get it, just have to be more careful next time. I wasn't a Walker for nothing, I wasn't council for nothing. For all his threats and smooth talking, he has no real hold on me I can do as I please.
I always do as I please, but I will make sure to guard and defend what is mine. Everything can be manupilated to benefit a whole, another lesson I learned well. Hey its not like I'm going to ever become some twisted defender of the city... Fuck that!.
Lulz of the day:
[18:19] Colleen Marjeta realizes she doesn't want to hear about marriages gone bad and crosses the street to chat with very evil shadows instead
[7:53] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard Armors SELF
[7:54] DCS2 2.34: Van Reinard hurtsThemself
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