Post by Rose Karter on Jun 29, 2006 21:14:15 GMT -5
^^ Little stroy I wrote involving mine, my BF and another friend's webcomic....LFD o.o check it out. Oh, and DSG is my character's (i.e. me) dark alterego, "Darkside".
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<Damn. Why are there never any women out this late?> Karl Dumas cursed mentally to himself. <I know I'm gonna feel guilty about mugging some poor, defenseless chick, but what the hell choice do I have? I'm late on the bills, Sheila left me, and I'm gonna get evicted!> Indeed, this is not where he'd pictured himself last week, standing in a filthy city alley, a small revolver he'd borrowed from a friend in his coat pocket, waiting from some poor, unsuspecting woman to walk by so he could threaten her at gunpoint. <I am such a freaking bastard...>
He peeked around the corner of the alley just in time to finally see a young woman coming his way. She wasn't very tall, probably around five feet, but her figure was unnoticeable under the black trench coat. She seemed to be in her late teens to early twenties with mousy brown hair that tumbled over shoulders. Cat-eye glasses graced her pale face. Her face was a mask of nervousness and anxiety.
<Perfect.> Karl drew in a deep breath before grabbing the girl by her arm and pulling her into the darkness of the alley. He quickly slapped his hand across her mouth to keep her from screaming. A soft squeak of terror was all he heard from her. He pressed her up against the back corner where it was darkest and they were less likely to be seen.
"Just calm down." He hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to hurt-" He couldn't finished his sentence before he saw her eyes, a curious shade of crimson he noted briefly, lit up and she pulled his hand away form her mouth.
"Help! Please!" She screamed looking toward the front of the alley. Karl released the girl and turned around sharply, expecting to see a police officer or a bystander standing in the mouth of the alley. Nothing. Not even a stray cat. He felt a soft tap at his right shoulder blade. He turned his head to see who'd done it and felt something cold and metal slice across his throat. He staggered back, feeling something warm and wet trickle down the front of his shirt.
<She-she slit my throat!> Karl realized in horror as he fell to the ground. <That b*tch slit my damn throat!>
A curvy silhouette was looming over him. It took him a moment to realize it was the woman he'd intended to rob, but she didn't even seem to be the same girl. The cat-eye glasses she'd worn just seconds before had been discarded and her Plain Jane brown hair had somehow changed to midnight black. Had it been a wig? She'd even shed her trench coat. She leaned a little closer, coming into the dim lighting that came from the streetlight standing steadfast in front of the alley. Karl could see a pendent hanging from a black cord around her neck, clasped at the neckline of her dress. It was perfectly round and almost seemed to glow a faint aqua color that stood out against the dark, almost blood red off-the-shoulder velvet dress she wore. She was holding a sleek, curved dagger in her hand. The blade was covered on his blood and gleamed red in the faint lighting.
The girl was licking the blood off the blade with the glee of a child with her favorite candy.
She smiled at him, the cruel, wicked smile of serial killers he'd seen on TV as she set the dagger down on the ground. "So..." She began, her voice surprisingly calm and even, yet still somehow terrifying. She got down onto one knee and peered down at the dying Karl. "Thought you were gonna rob me, huh?" Her pale image was beginning to swim and distort in front of his eyes. He was losing more blood from his wound than he thought. She slid her hand under his chin as his head started to lull to the side. "Ah, ah, ah...I can't have you dying on me yet." She purred and lowered her head so she was less than an inch from his face. The shrill sound of a cell phone going off broke the eerie silence and the girl frowned.
She got back to her feet and grabbed the discarded trench coat, pulling a small cell phone from the pocket and flipped it open. She rested the heel of her boot on this chest, just to make sure he couldn't get away.
"Hello? Darrell, I'm busy. Yeah, I'll be at The Pit in a few minutes." A slight pause as the person on the other end spoke. "Yeah, I'm about to fill my quota for the week. See ya." She pressed a button on the phone and turned her attention back to him, smirking. "Now where was I? Oh yes..."
A few minutes later, DSG exited the alley, slipping her dagger into the pocket of her trench coat. <Hmph. Sometimes they make it too easy.> She grinned to herself and adjusted the black sash belt around the waist of her coat. She began walking down the abandoned street, toying with the pendant around her neck, which now glowed an almost navy color. She'd left Karl's dead, bloodied body back in the alley, leaving it for some poor idiot to find in the morning.
It'd been a good night for the petite Soul Stealer. A very good night, indeed.
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<Damn. Why are there never any women out this late?> Karl Dumas cursed mentally to himself. <I know I'm gonna feel guilty about mugging some poor, defenseless chick, but what the hell choice do I have? I'm late on the bills, Sheila left me, and I'm gonna get evicted!> Indeed, this is not where he'd pictured himself last week, standing in a filthy city alley, a small revolver he'd borrowed from a friend in his coat pocket, waiting from some poor, unsuspecting woman to walk by so he could threaten her at gunpoint. <I am such a freaking bastard...>
He peeked around the corner of the alley just in time to finally see a young woman coming his way. She wasn't very tall, probably around five feet, but her figure was unnoticeable under the black trench coat. She seemed to be in her late teens to early twenties with mousy brown hair that tumbled over shoulders. Cat-eye glasses graced her pale face. Her face was a mask of nervousness and anxiety.
<Perfect.> Karl drew in a deep breath before grabbing the girl by her arm and pulling her into the darkness of the alley. He quickly slapped his hand across her mouth to keep her from screaming. A soft squeak of terror was all he heard from her. He pressed her up against the back corner where it was darkest and they were less likely to be seen.
"Just calm down." He hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to hurt-" He couldn't finished his sentence before he saw her eyes, a curious shade of crimson he noted briefly, lit up and she pulled his hand away form her mouth.
"Help! Please!" She screamed looking toward the front of the alley. Karl released the girl and turned around sharply, expecting to see a police officer or a bystander standing in the mouth of the alley. Nothing. Not even a stray cat. He felt a soft tap at his right shoulder blade. He turned his head to see who'd done it and felt something cold and metal slice across his throat. He staggered back, feeling something warm and wet trickle down the front of his shirt.
<She-she slit my throat!> Karl realized in horror as he fell to the ground. <That b*tch slit my damn throat!>
A curvy silhouette was looming over him. It took him a moment to realize it was the woman he'd intended to rob, but she didn't even seem to be the same girl. The cat-eye glasses she'd worn just seconds before had been discarded and her Plain Jane brown hair had somehow changed to midnight black. Had it been a wig? She'd even shed her trench coat. She leaned a little closer, coming into the dim lighting that came from the streetlight standing steadfast in front of the alley. Karl could see a pendent hanging from a black cord around her neck, clasped at the neckline of her dress. It was perfectly round and almost seemed to glow a faint aqua color that stood out against the dark, almost blood red off-the-shoulder velvet dress she wore. She was holding a sleek, curved dagger in her hand. The blade was covered on his blood and gleamed red in the faint lighting.
The girl was licking the blood off the blade with the glee of a child with her favorite candy.
She smiled at him, the cruel, wicked smile of serial killers he'd seen on TV as she set the dagger down on the ground. "So..." She began, her voice surprisingly calm and even, yet still somehow terrifying. She got down onto one knee and peered down at the dying Karl. "Thought you were gonna rob me, huh?" Her pale image was beginning to swim and distort in front of his eyes. He was losing more blood from his wound than he thought. She slid her hand under his chin as his head started to lull to the side. "Ah, ah, ah...I can't have you dying on me yet." She purred and lowered her head so she was less than an inch from his face. The shrill sound of a cell phone going off broke the eerie silence and the girl frowned.
She got back to her feet and grabbed the discarded trench coat, pulling a small cell phone from the pocket and flipped it open. She rested the heel of her boot on this chest, just to make sure he couldn't get away.
"Hello? Darrell, I'm busy. Yeah, I'll be at The Pit in a few minutes." A slight pause as the person on the other end spoke. "Yeah, I'm about to fill my quota for the week. See ya." She pressed a button on the phone and turned her attention back to him, smirking. "Now where was I? Oh yes..."
A few minutes later, DSG exited the alley, slipping her dagger into the pocket of her trench coat. <Hmph. Sometimes they make it too easy.> She grinned to herself and adjusted the black sash belt around the waist of her coat. She began walking down the abandoned street, toying with the pendant around her neck, which now glowed an almost navy color. She'd left Karl's dead, bloodied body back in the alley, leaving it for some poor idiot to find in the morning.
It'd been a good night for the petite Soul Stealer. A very good night, indeed.
