Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 24, 2008 0:58:51 GMT -5
As hinted in The Cure, Sarah had- during the time jump- joined a group called Black Angels, who specialized in covert removal of certain people of threat- terrorists, notorious PKers, etc. I always invision the scene where she hits the '2-kills during employment' for the elite Death Angels as a rip-off of the beginning of Casino Royale. Decided to share it just to get it on a media. Also an excuse for some revenge-ness.
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The hooded figure pushed the wharehouse door open, looking from side to side to make sure he was alone. Then he walked purposefully to a certain pile of crates. Removing a crowbar from his belt, he pried a crate open to find...
Nothing but an outline of several large weapons. Possibly RPG Launchers, just not the weapons themselves.
"Everyone has to survive here just like you, but you and your 'Scavengers' just have to ruin it for the rest of us, don't you?" Sarah said, walking into the opening between the door and the figure.
The man chuckled, pushing the hood off his head. "The teatrics are highly unneeded, Sarah." Jayce Seercull said with a grin. "How long has it been since that fling we had? A year? Two years?"
"You RAPED and MURDERED me." Sarah growled.
"Meh. Details," he shrugged. "Either way, if the Black Angels thought the Scavengers were bent, they would have sent a Death Angel, not some revenge-ridden teen that has just started a week ago. No desk jobs available?"
"Shut up."
"I heard you haven't killed anyone since being employed with them. It takes-"
"Two," Sarah finished.
Suddenly, Jayce pulled his hand out of his hoodie, holding his revolver dead at Sarah. "Shame. So much promise too. They usually kick them out for dying on assingments." He pulled the trigger.
CLICK.
Jayce looked at it, then pulled the trigger five more times with the same effect.
"Stupid of you not to check your gun today," Sarah smirked, dropping several revolver shells from her left hand.
Jayce's face no longer showed any joy. "How did he die?"
"Your contact with the Church of the Apocolyptic Kittens?" she asked for comfirmation. Jayce nodded. "Tragicly," she finished shortly.
Jayce quietly look at her. She's grown more dangerous then he had seen during that short time two years ago. "Did you feel it?"
Sarah cocked an eyebrow.
"Did you feel the need to destroy him? The utter desire to end his existance?"
Sarah stayed silent.
Jayce sighed. "Oh well. The second-"
In one smooth movement, Sarah brought her new pistol up and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck between Jayce's eyes. He slumped to the ground in a heap.
"When it's filth like you," she whispered venomously as she ejected the cartrige, "Considerably." She turned on her heel and left.
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The hooded figure pushed the wharehouse door open, looking from side to side to make sure he was alone. Then he walked purposefully to a certain pile of crates. Removing a crowbar from his belt, he pried a crate open to find...
Nothing but an outline of several large weapons. Possibly RPG Launchers, just not the weapons themselves.
"Everyone has to survive here just like you, but you and your 'Scavengers' just have to ruin it for the rest of us, don't you?" Sarah said, walking into the opening between the door and the figure.
The man chuckled, pushing the hood off his head. "The teatrics are highly unneeded, Sarah." Jayce Seercull said with a grin. "How long has it been since that fling we had? A year? Two years?"
"You RAPED and MURDERED me." Sarah growled.
"Meh. Details," he shrugged. "Either way, if the Black Angels thought the Scavengers were bent, they would have sent a Death Angel, not some revenge-ridden teen that has just started a week ago. No desk jobs available?"
"Shut up."
"I heard you haven't killed anyone since being employed with them. It takes-"
"Two," Sarah finished.
Suddenly, Jayce pulled his hand out of his hoodie, holding his revolver dead at Sarah. "Shame. So much promise too. They usually kick them out for dying on assingments." He pulled the trigger.
CLICK.
Jayce looked at it, then pulled the trigger five more times with the same effect.
"Stupid of you not to check your gun today," Sarah smirked, dropping several revolver shells from her left hand.
Jayce's face no longer showed any joy. "How did he die?"
"Your contact with the Church of the Apocolyptic Kittens?" she asked for comfirmation. Jayce nodded. "Tragicly," she finished shortly.
Jayce quietly look at her. She's grown more dangerous then he had seen during that short time two years ago. "Did you feel it?"
Sarah cocked an eyebrow.
"Did you feel the need to destroy him? The utter desire to end his existance?"
Sarah stayed silent.
Jayce sighed. "Oh well. The second-"
In one smooth movement, Sarah brought her new pistol up and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck between Jayce's eyes. He slumped to the ground in a heap.
"When it's filth like you," she whispered venomously as she ejected the cartrige, "Considerably." She turned on her heel and left.