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Post by Everyone Else on Nov 19, 2009 22:11:32 GMT -5
::Manuel was a bit behind her, and could not see as readily as she did, not until he caught up with her. By lagging behind, he didn't have to worry about the false leads of doors that were either locked or led to empty rooms; those were her domain. When they did reach them, however, and he caught up to her, he saw a familiar flash of one of their heads - they were burned in Manuel's memory. Despite it all, he smiled, because in a moment, these men would have a taste of their own medicine, and they would find themselves unable to harm another as they had him.::
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Post by Shade on Dec 16, 2009 0:40:00 GMT -5
At this moment, her eyes fixed on the end of the corridor and the door behind which the man in the leather jacket had just vanished, Shade´s mind was empty. There was nothing there, no rational thinking, no memories to distract her, just blind anger. She wasn´t aware of the gun which she still wore, tucked into the hem of her jeans, all that mattered was that she didn´t lose focus, that she followed that guy and ... had anyone asked her in that moment about the "and then?", she would not have known an answer. She just knew that she had to follow him, to pay him back for all the cruel things that he and the other one had committed. Jimmy´s name rang in her ears in unison with the beating of her heart.
Then her opponent reached the room where they had held the young mutant captive only a short while ago. Shade kept on following, not caring whether Manuel was still around to follow. He just didn´t matter for now.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 16, 2009 22:44:25 GMT -5
::Manuel might not have mattered to her at the moment, but he was behind her, and focused enough on the notion of revenge and putting these two men out of commission that he was working through his pain. Oh, he was excited.::
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Post by Somebody? on Nov 15, 2010 18:08:07 GMT -5
Harry had gotten back to the room rather angry at the loss of their mutant. "Damn it!! How could we have let him get away!" He yelled banging his fist against the nearest wall. One of them should have stayed with the mutant. How could they have been so stupid? "We need to pack everything up before that thing finds help if he doesn't have any already" Harry stated calmly revering to the mutant.
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Post by Shade on Nov 18, 2010 2:35:05 GMT -5
As the man approached the room, Shade caught up with him, close to his heels now, her jaw set, her fist balled, her anger near impossible to hold in check, blinding her, covering all her senses like an invisible red thing that dominated her brain, her mind, her body. She could hear him yell then, then talk in hurried words and that was the only thing that slowed down her step, but just for a short moment. Not that she cared for her own safety, even that seemed to retreat behind the need, the wild raging need of fury that slowly but surely, like strong poison was starting to scream one loudless word to her: revenge. But there were two and a part of her she had never known before, a cunning strategic part of her thinking, absolutely cold, absolutely without pity started to take over, to plot without her being capable of stopping it. Two at once. Dangerous. Reducing the chance to ... kill them both.
Kill. The word was there, in her mind like a virus, attacking, settling, finding a ready host in her uproaring emotions and the pain, the insufferable mental pain that the loss of memory and the brutally bared pain of the time before had revealed. It shocked her, but she did not think, did not allow herself to think. Not now. Fury. Anger. Hatred. Aggression. It felt good.
Not paying any attention to Manuel, she made it into the room, changing her pace from a near careful, almost soundless trod to a sprint, daring around the door, racing in still invisible, spotting the man she had just been tracking and without thinking, without considering and just as a brutal outlet of her combined negative emotions delivered a massive, furious strike against the side of his head. For a moment she was shocked, and ....partly amazed by the force of that blow, surpassing her usual abilities it seemed to her it might set the man tumble to the ground with a grunt. She looked around wildly, but could not see the other. Possibly he was in the next room.
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Post by Everyone Else on Feb 19, 2011 11:43:18 GMT -5
The punch literally came out of nowhere, and the split second before it coming with the sudden sound of quickened footfall where not enough to warn him. His reflexes were good, he had been in the army as a young man, something that had come in handy with hunting down mutant scum, but this he did not expect. More from surprise than from the actual power of the blow he felt his feet give way under him and tumbled to the ground, almost hitting his head at the bedpost as he did so. "nuts!" he cursed, his hand immediately grabbing for his gun and to his shock finding it gone. "Steven!" he bellowed.
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Post by Shade on Feb 19, 2011 11:51:59 GMT -5
Time seemed to stop. Shade could hear the grunt, the scream of the man in front of her, yelling for help in a mix of fury and fear. Fear of the unseen, invisible mutant that he no doubt expected to be in the room with him. Time seemed to stop and even though, had she been clear in throught to think about this, Shade would never ever have considered any of what she was about to do, she did more even. While her heart kept pounding to the fatal, insane drum beat of kill him, kill him, kill him, a rhythm so different from Shade and what Shade was before Manuel messed with her mind, she let her powers slip.
She could see the eyes of the man in front of her widen, then narrow, his jaw setting, then his face froze when he found the gun he had just been frantically looking for pointed right at him. It was a moment that seemed to stretch endlessly, time on the verge of breaking, reality on the verge of the unreal. This was not Shade. This was the mutant that would be Shade again. But after this. After fury had transformed itself and found a release. After this was done and over. Shade again but then without memory. Nothing of this she knew in the long moment that in reality just was a second. And in that moment something else came: calm. Relief. Relief that comes with the knowledge that something one has been waiting for has finally arrived. The sweet knowledge that justice is at hand. Without the knowledge yet that it might come at a bitter price.
"This is for Jimmy." she said, her hand not even quivering, the gun aimed straight at the man´s head as she felt her finger bend around the trigger.
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Post by Everyone Else on Feb 20, 2011 11:00:44 GMT -5
::Although Manuel had been prepared for revenge, the sound of the gunfire jarred him. This was justified, he reminded himself; this was completely justified, because they had killed others and had beaten and kidnapped him, would have killed him too. Still, as the gun went off, he looked around to see if anyone else had heard the fire, since there was no going back from here.::
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Post by Everyone Else on Feb 20, 2011 13:34:47 GMT -5
Steven had barely moved over into the other room, a small, shabby bathroom that held nothing but a rust stained old tub and a leaky sink, decorated with a few old towels, that he had heard Henry come back. And then it all happened quickly. A curse, a yell, another voice. A shot. Steven spun around and while doing so tried to whip the gun from the hem of his trousers, losing a few seconds as he noticed he had placed it next to the tub. He grabbed for it and it nearly clattered away across the stained porcellain. There was one thing that had always been Steven´s weakness and that had been the fact that he was daring to the point of a risk. This situation was no exception. Instead of waiting, checking the situation, he dashed from the room, firing a shot without even taking aim, the bullet whipping aimlessly into the yellowish wallpaper next to the door. He assessed the situation within a second. Harry was down and there she was: he had seen her before and the way she held the gun told him she had probably never held one before. She would be an easy target, but he underestimated her. Besides that wild look in the young woman´s eyes, there was something else, just as if she was just acting on impulse. Before he could even take aim at the mutant she had fired again. Aimlessly, half panickingly and he felt the bullet bite his shoulder. With a yell he dropped his own weapon and went to the ground, hitting his head on the side of the bed, unconscious at once.
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Post by Shade on Feb 20, 2011 13:41:55 GMT -5
It all happened in what seemed like fractions of second. The one man going down, the other appearing, firing, then down as well. Shade couldn´t tell where she had hit him, all she felt was a grim satisfaction, but that only remained for a short moment, not longer than the echo of the gunshots lasted, followed by a commotion of voices from downstairs.
Panic took her. The all consuming hatred that had possessed her a moment ago was ebbing and fading rapidly into a kind of survival instinct. She stared at the motionless bodies. It was right, a small voice inside her heart hammered, they deserved it. They were nothing. But that voice was starting to sound strange. Evil. Like a part tht was not part of her at all. And as that happened, her panic unfolded. The gun still grasped tightly in her hand without knowing it, she spun around. She did not even notice that the young man who had done all this to her, the man she had rescued earlier and who had manipulated her was still there. It was all like a haze when she darted out of the room, vanishing as she did so, racing along the corridor and towards the stairs, nearky colliding with two men who were advancing to investigate.
You killed, you killed, you killed.. The rhythm of her heartbeat had changed from its earlier incantation, drumming against her chest and echoing in her mind, adding to the numbing confusion as Shade ran through the shabby lobby and without even waiting and checking if anyone noticed the oddity, pushed open the door and ran out into the night.
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