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Post by tormentor on Jun 23, 2007 11:06:57 GMT -5
The night falls over the city of New York. Stryfe finds himself perched above on the rooftops, not much unlike the last time he was graced with the burden of treading this realm of existence. This time though...was different. He was unlike the "Harbinger of The Destroyer", very much so. His appearance was the same...tall, slender, muscular build, but the body was not...his. He could feel the metal, the alloy, the steel, the titanium that encased his very essence. It wasn't far from some sort of torturous device...a penance for all of the evil deeds he has been guilty of.
As Terra has suggested (or possibly ordered), he traveled. He "trained" becoming used to this new vessel he called a home. There quite the few hidden arms concealed within, and very much so many impressive abilities he could seem to control with a mere thought, thanks to this "Processing Unit" that seemed to work alongside his own mind. Indeed this modern technology of man was a sight to behold, not unlike the magic and alchemy that he had known in his time as a mortal many moon ago.
Scanning...
That is what it said in the corner of his eye as he surveyed the city below. He wondered if there were some way to remove this tiresome text, so he could somehow at least feel like he was a man, not a machine... |
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Post by Amber Gianni on Jun 23, 2007 11:47:38 GMT -5
It was a night like any other night. Amber had just finished up having some dinner at a local eatery and was making her way to her apartment. These were streets she had seen before many times, New York's Upper East Side, known far and wide as the "good part of town", what with as many celebrities and well to do people who also live in the area.
Tonight seemed to feel different though. Every night felt different actually after recent reports came up on the local news of some kind of "black killer" rampaging through the city. He seemed to prey on the low-lifes, the criminals, some kind of avenging angel who left a trail of death and destruction the likes that the city had not seen before. It had everyone in town on edge. Some called it a savior, others a scourge that was bound to turn on normal folk in it's daily diet of blood. Amber herself could only be optimistic through all of it...she was in fact in the "good side". The scum of the city rarely show their heads here. Or do they?
As she walked, she bumped into a guy, looking normal enough...
"Oh, I'm so sorry...hey! You're Amber Gianni aren't you?"
Yes, my reputation precedes me!
"Wow, this is so cool...you're amazing Ms. Gianni!"
Thanks, please...call me Amber.
"Oh man...Amber, uh...this might sound funny but, can I have your autogrpah, it's for my daughter, she's a huge fan of yours."
I don't see why not. So...what's her name?
As she smiles and prepares to make the guys night a bit brighter, she could see an uneasiness come about his face, right about the same time that a black sedan pulled into the area.
What's wrong?
"Oh...nothing. I'm going to have to pass on the autograph Amber, but it was a pleasure speaking to you! Maybe...we'll see each other again?"
Without giving her a chance to respond, the guy starts to walk away quickly, the sedan moving slowly behind him. They were following him, but why? She couldn't help but creep in the same direction, all the while pulling her cellphone out of her purse just in case she had to call the police.
911 Emergency, how can I help you?
Yes, I'd like to report some suspicious activity in the area of 71st Street and 3rd Avenue. There's a guy and I think he's being followed by some other guys in a black sedan.
Can you identify the license plate on the vehicle, ma'am?
I'll try, but I don't want to get too close...oh God...they just got out of the car, they're...they're chasing him! I think I see one of them with a gun in his hand!
Please stay clam ma'am. 71st & 3rd, correct?
Yes...
We will have units there immediately, please remain on the line.
She was trembling. These guys had to be bookies or something, mafia perhaps? Their demeanor was far too professional to be typical thugs, those types didn't roam these parts, too much police activity here. It would probably have only been a few minutes before officers were on the scene when.
Two gunshots sound off in the alley she had seen them run into.
Oh my God, I...I just heard gunshots. They...they must've...
Before she could finish her sentence, these two men walked out of the alley sheathing their pistol before one of them had caught a glimpse of the beauty who was now in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"There...THERE!!! Get her, we can't have any witnesses!"
They immediately start to give chase. Without a second thought she turns and runs as fast as her heels can take her. Now the problem with the Upper East Side is that after a while it's like a ghost town, very few people outside as it's mostly business and residential property. Just her luck there was nodbody on the streets but her and her pursuers. There was no way she could continue speaking to the 911 operator now, she had to make a break at least until she saw some policemen, knowing that they could fire at her on the streets.
She ducks into an alley hoping they didn't see her make her move. Dark. Dimly lit. She could have possibly seen the aluminum can of all things that she had kicked while walking to a loud clang that would have woke up the dead.
Oh no...
Looking back, she could see these two fairly large suited gentlemen slowly walk into the alley behind her. Naturally, she picked an alley without a proper way out of it...so all she could do was slowly back herself to the wall...and pray.
I...I didn't see anything. Please...
"Sorry sweetheart, but we gotta make sure this is clean and simple. Don't take it personal...it's just business."
No, please...Help! SOMEBODY HELLLLLLLP!!!
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Post by tormentor on Jun 23, 2007 12:07:03 GMT -5
Somebody HELLLLLLPP!!!
It was the faintest of screams from his high distance, but with heightened hearing it was one he could hear audibly. He had found through his personal "testing period" in the city that few had bothered to answer such calls. Not the screams of agony and the begging of mercy that all those he had destroyed made before their blood stained his hands...nothing. This one though, it was different. It was...a woman.
Stryfe's was a soul tormented by violence and the evils of being under the control of a powerful force bred to destroy all, but at one point he was a man, a man who lived and loved...and his one code was never to have laid harm to a woman or child for they were weak in his mind, unable to truly combat his dark power, no matter how determined they might have been to try the few female souls who did combat him. Still...this voice as it echoed through the sound channels of what could loosely be called ears, it sounded so distinctive, yet so different.
His senses awakened. That killer instinct, the primal fury of the warrior washed over what was left of a soul within him as he began to dart across the rooftops. The being that police, media and the general public alike began to call "The Black Killer" had sprung into action yet again.
He reached the roof just above where this scream had emulated. Looking down he surveys the battlefield.
Subjects: 3
2 Potential Hostile Targets
They were men. Men not unlike the many men he had eliminated in his short time in the city. They were brash, aggressive, ruthless. Preying on the weak like so many of them did. He didn't scream. He didn't give warning or signal. Stryfe bounds to to pavement with cat like grace, slowly rising from his knees to stare these men down with cold, white eyes.
"Holy shit...that's not...you know..."
"Shoot the damn thing!"
They open fire with their guns. Guns. Such useless weapons they were. In his time of battle as a mortal, there was much more chivalry, much more cunning and purity. Close quarters, sword and shield. The life you took was measured in the steel of your blade, not this, lead. These worthless little toys that spewed little dart like projectiles that bounced from his form like they were insects... |
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Post by Amber Gianni on Jun 23, 2007 12:13:45 GMT -5
All she could do was curl herself into a corner behind a dumpster, mere seconds before these hitmen began to fire. It was surreal, whoever this man was to swoop down as he did, effortlessly. She continued to tremble, her heart about to burst through her chest as hard as it was pounding...could this be this "Black Killer" that everyone was talking about?
The shots had seemed to come to an end now, they had fired every round in their clips from the sounds of it, and from the sounds it, it was all for nil.
"Oh my God..."
She had lifted her head just a bit over the dumpster. The black wearing one still stood as tall and stout as before they had unloaded on him.
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Post by tormentor on Jun 23, 2007 12:26:04 GMT -5
The Plasma Blade. It was the one armament that he had grown most fond of. Yes, he had the ability to fire back same "bullets" as his adversaries, but this weapon was more true to his person than any other in his quite extensive arsenal. It made a slow hum as it materialized from his right gauntlet. The looks on the men's faces were the same as that of all the rest. Shock. Awe? Pure fear? Or maybe their lives flashing before them in that one shining moment where they realize that their lives are about come to an end.
*Violent content*
Swift came the first strike. Their hands were untrained, uncivilized. Too dependent on their toys without any skill behind them. They didn't deserve them, so they soon became Stryfe's as they hit the earth to the sounds of agonized screams and the trickle of blood from their limbs.
He grabs one by the neck with his left hand and lifts him high in the air. How he reveled in making men suffer. Terra's term for his new form couldn't have been more accurate, he truly was a Tormentor. He effortlessly flings the man across the alley with such force that his skull cracked along the brick wall as if it were an egg. That left but one, still in trauma from the sight of his hand with it's insignificant weapon laying in a pool of blood not but a few feet away from him.
"Time...to...die."
He prepares to deal the final blow to yet another on a long list of victims... |
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Post by Amber Gianni on Jun 23, 2007 12:34:54 GMT -5
It was like a movie. A horror movie. She closed her eyes just as the poor soul made his final impact along the wall. These were certainly thing that she had never fathomed to actually see. Always a carefree spirit, it would seem that not even she was immune to the possibilty of witnessing such violence firsthand. It reminded her briefly of an attack that she witnessed when she was a manager in Ohio. The then World Champion she managed was severly injured in her knee by a hired gun, but this was different. That woman lived to see another day, not like these would if this remorseless killer had any say in it.
She could take no more violence, no more blood. She rises to her feet.
NO!!! Please...please stop...
It listens. Looking back at her with cold, white eyes. She gulps, gasps. Could that have been a fatal mistake?
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Post by tormentor on Jun 23, 2007 12:48:50 GMT -5
He looks back. The voice...again. So distinctive, so different, but so familiar. With his his, he gazes into hers. The face...the body...the beauty.
System Error...
System Error...
System Error...
System Error...
System Error..."...Luisella?..."
Unknown Error...
Data Formatting Failed..."My love..."
Sensory Overload!
Sensory Overload!"GAUUUUGGGGH!!!"He clutches the side of his head. His mind, his memories...fighting this technology within him. The face...the body...the beauty. He leaps back to the rooftops which he came, he screams echoing through the night sky, overlapping the sounds...much soothing they were, of police sirens en route. |
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Post by Amber Gianni on Jun 23, 2007 12:58:12 GMT -5
The police were quick to the scene, dashing from their cruiser. One of them tended to the injured assailant, the other approches Amber.
"Are you alright, ma'am?"
I...I don't know. I...
She looks over to the broken body of the man who didn't survive.
Oh God, it was him...it was The Black Killer, it had to be...
"Would you like to be seen by a doctor ma'am, before we take to you ask some questions?"
No...I'll be...fine, officer. Just please get me out of here, please...
She grabs the policeman's arm tight as he walks her out of the alley. Her eyes are shut as they come within hair's length of this "man's" carnage. As they get back out to the street she look up at the night sky. The bright lights of the big city where somewhere out there roams an unstoppable killing machine, which she seemed to have some kind of...affect on?
Luisella...
To Be Continued.
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