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| Business of killing (RP) | Started by: Victum4Fun on Apr 06, '08 09:50 |
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In the Business of killing A sharp sting as the cool blade plunges into your stomach, you fall to your knee's gasping for breath. A figure looms over you, his heavy breathing and your thumping heart is all you hear. Your vision begins to slight when a realisation comes over you, this isn't your time. Laying there you rip the blade from your stomach, you wince in pain before standing to your feet. Off balance you lunge at the figure, his elbow quickly parries you attempted strike, the assailant grabs your failed punch and in one quick thrust snaps your arm. You stumble backwards, your arm hanging motionless by your side. A quick glance to left, the blade imbued with your blood lays glistening like an angel a few feet away, perhaps your one chance of survival. The shadow of the figure gradually eclipsing the blade, you make a last effort. A quick dive to your left scooping the blade cleanly, jumping to your feet and in the same instant thrusting at the shadow. A gasp, you feel the blade delve into flesh. The assailant drops to the floor, blood gushing from his neck. Perhaps it was luck you survived, you grasp on the wall to steady yourself, your body aches all over. A sudden flash of light as the above lights flicker on, the heavy sound of footsteps enter the room. What appeared to be a ruined house, now stands alone floodlit within a huge warehouse. You leave through the exit of the set up building, a crowd gathers all shouting above one another, large amounts of cash are being passed around. A man approaches you. "You did good kid" he says while passing you a bundle of cash. You stand stunned, no clue to what has just happened, your recollection of the past few moths is all but gone. The man grabs your arm while removing a syringe from within his jacket. He jabs your arm, the pain begins to disappear. "Your in" the man says while walking away towards the crowd. A loud siren sounds once, the crowd move over to a separate building on the floor space, a one way mirror covers each side of the box room. Your urged into the room. Inside stand a selection of men and woman. All looking sedated some what, the man which came to you earlier seems to make a selection. The crowd begin placing bets, after which falling back through the door which they entered. The door of the room opens. The lights shut off, you stand still and silent. You hear the sound of someone running at pace, the sound gets nearer and nearer.... |
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| Reply by: Premeir at Apr 06, '08 14:24 | |
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(OOC: I feel i left little room for people to role play within this thread, something ill work on future editions. I'm just going to rap this up, if you read please leave a comment, appreciated) In the Business of Killing (Part 2) Silence..... Then all of a sudden, to your left a skulking figure slowly being revealed by the moonlight shining through a number of skylights in roof, moves nearer. You turn to face, clenching both fists. You look over your shoulder to see two more figures standing in wait. You back off, there attention is sourly on you, a fixed gaze from each makes you feel un easy. You only just managed to make it through the last encounter and this time the chance of survival looks more than bleak. You turn, running towards the door the crowd exited through earlier, a quick glance behind. The three assailants are running at incredible speed through the centre of the warehouse, pillars of light squeeze through the sky lights from the roof of the building. You see them only as they pass through the beams of moonlight, almost as if your blinking as they chase you down. You reach the door, you grab the handle and pull. Shit you think to yourself while desperately pulling at the door. You have no option. Turning, dead ahead they stand 10 feet from you. You walk slowly toward them, the adrenaline rushes around your body, you tell yourself you can do this. They almost seem surprised as you swing a one two in one of there faces, as if they expected you to just cower and die. He collapses to floor, almost as if you were swinging hammers. He aint getting up. From the left a flurry of punches are thrown toward you, weaving, and parrying you manage to dodge. From the right a huge swing to chest connects, you shout out in pain, winded you drop to the floor. The light from above eclipsing as a foot comes crashing down towards your face, you quickly roll to the right. Standing to your feet, in an instant catching a failed kick. There's a moment you share, each exchanging a stare before ripping his leg into a new un natural position. He screams in agony, slamming to the ground. No mercy, kneeling over him you grab his head and in one quick snag break his neck almost ripping his head clean off. You rise slowly to your feet, the 3rd attacker is out of sight. From out of nowhere you smacked right to the side of the face, knocking you onto the floor. The force is incredible, your face feels like its been ripped to shreds. You pull yourself to your feet, holding on to the wall trying to compose yourself. You get little time, fist's connect with your face and chest like lighting strikes. You can barely stand. In a miserable attempt you swing aimlessly, off balance you almost drop, you pay the price. A kick smashes into your face your not sure if you still have a jaw. Sweat and blood drips down your face. The assailant stands there, almost as if he wants you to give it your best shot, pitying me. The biggest mistake of his life, so you snatch it from him. You charge at him like some beast from jungle, clashing into his chest you both go sliding across the floor. As we crash onto the cold hard concrete, a dagger falls from within his pocket, someone up there likes you. Time stands still as you both spot the dagger, each scarping up to your feet, struggling for grip. He dives for the blade, you react instantly doing the same. As you land inches away from the blade, his hand is thrust into your chest as you come down to the floor. You scream in pain. The assassin stands over you, smirk across his face. He watches you then turns and walks away.... Your filled with anger, your better than this amateur, this two bit piece of shit. You drag your self along the floor, the pain is intense, every movement the blade carves at your insides. A trail of blood is left as you hurry after the assassin, he has no clue your so close. You grab at his ankle, the shock on his face as he turns to see you is priceless. You reach down, closing your eyes, you rip the blade from your stomach. The pain is almost to much, you thrust the blade at his leg before you give yourself the chance to feel the pain. You both yell out in agony, the assassin drops to floor. You twist the blade, you see the look on his face and it excites you. You furiously rip the blade out, and throw your knife wielding arm at him right between his eyes. The blade struggles to go in, but you make sure. You stand your feet as he drops flat on his back. A huge gush of blood sprays across you as you stamp down on the handle, the blade slices through. To be continued..... |
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| Reply by: Victum4Fun at Apr 07, '08 05:57 | |
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| THIS WEEK ON THE RUNNING MAN! | |
| Reply by: Premeir at Apr 07, '08 11:34 | |
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| Nice work, Victum. Needs more work, Premeir. | |
| Reply by: Silhouette at Apr 07, '08 12:02 | |
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| Very good story. I really like it. Good job. | |
| Reply by: Whisper at Apr 08, '08 01:45 | |
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