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He found himself on the little-used porch of a house he somewhat recognized. It was the house of his childhood- used to be bright, filled with sunlight and happiness. Now it was dark, practically falling apart from disuse. The rooms would undoubtedly be filled with dust- the only furnishings in his bedroom and in the kitchen. A dozen bottles of water in the fridge, most likely. Perfect. For some reason, he felt like humming. He walked out to his rusted metal mailbox and opened it, hardly believing his luck when he found a letter in there- a plain, manila envelope.
His teal eyes scanned over the typed text. Whether or not the person whose name and possible location was bad or good, he didn't know. He was just there to eliminate them. He tossed the letter in a garbage can and set out to do his job- the only job he was suited for.
It had sounded like a familiar name, female.
Huunh. That was unimportant.
He hopped on his motorcycle, parked around the side of the building. It was of an interesting design, but his world's eyes looked on it with only a murmur of contentment of he ran a finger over the handlebars before starting its low, steady, lovely song. It rode so smoothly- out into the street and into the inner city. His house would of course be located on the divide between Mankind and Nature. Outskirts always suited him best.
It began to rain as he drove through the city. Perfect. His element, falling from the ashen skies.
He didn't need a helmet or goggles to speed through the streets and past people he didn't know, or care to know. The tall commerical buildings passed him on either side with their gaudy lights shining like cheap plastic jewelry on a dark queen. Human filth, but he had to love it. Like a sister. Or a mother. Offices, like onyx and silver sentinels, were little better. They were not oppressive in any way, just... there. Like him. To this city, he was a fact of life, not an oddity. Nobody peeked out from under their umbrellas to oggle his peculiarly pale appearance. Nobody seemed to notice him at all. Perfect. He ended up parking his bike in an obscure alley and walking the rest of the way. Steam rose from the pavements, a vapor of greyish white to hide the feet of the passerby and to swirl around his black-clad legs as the hissing of cold rain hitting hot pavement drowned the sound of his passing. In a set of shabby apartments, his target was presumably waiting out the storm. He let himself in, deftly picking the lock with ice and silently passing through the door.
He climbed the creaking stair, rainwater sliding off of his bluish-white hair and onyx shirt. Huge globes of the liquid followed him like ghosts. Silent. Bound to be the end of the person he was going to see next.
He opened the door and strode in, scaring the woman into bracing herself against the wall, staring with widened green eyes at the intruder. She was wearing a business suit, obviously having just gotten off of work. If anything, the belt looked somewhat familiar- huge, lots of pouches, elaborately designed. Her long, brown-blonde hair was tied back away from her face. She was pretty, almost gorgeous. But his lifestyle called for nothing but his job and one-night stands if he ever felt the need to be human for once.
A brief moment of recognition crossed her face before he closed her door behind him, followed by a look of horror at his intent. The water formed into a titanic sword of ice: cold, deadly, wielded by a mercenary of certain determination to take her life. He deftly aimed a swing at her neck as she reached for a black bottle on a table next to her.
In the moment just before impact, he recognized her and everything froze. The splash of whatever potion she had been about to throw on him froze in its place and his eyes widened too.
Erin... What AM I?
[Note to the reader (even if I'm the only one...): This is a scene from a former roleplay... Alexander had to go to the school counselor and she (having certain mental powers) showed him a possible future (the one that he thought he wanted, apparently) based on his behavior and past. Erin was a girl he was interested in (they got into three physical fights- she won the first one, he won the second, and the third ended in a tie- as they sort of began liking each other... this was between the second and third fight, methinks. Anyways... yeah.
And I know that I reuse the same names over and over again for roleplay characters. I loved the irony of this one- Alexander means "protector of men" and look at what he wants to do...]
TempestuousSeas · Thu Apr 19, 2007 @ 09:41pm · 0 Comments |
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