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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 2, 2008 11:12:18 GMT -5
With the flick of his wrists, the cigarette ashes tumble to the ground like sand castles being buffeted by the ocean waves crashing down on their feeble structures. His eyes rolled around the bottom of his sockets, gazing as he watched the small blackened ash twitter to the ground.
He continued to walk as if nothing happened. The night time beckoned him as if he was a long lost brother. A stiffening feeling in his right pocket told him he was protected. But, Elfurion wasn't confident. He moved his hand down and felt the hilt and the trigger of his 9 millimeter pistol, locked on safety but definitely loaded. The streets of Chicago was a tough place to stroll around nowadays.
His head swiveled on his neck like a robot given too much grease when he heard the sound of a trashcan banging against the cold concrete. It was too much for him, his small headache he always had becoming larger.
He needed to get home, take his pills, and go to sleep before something went wrong..
His footsteps increased their pace, and Elfurion dropped his cigarette. He had a slight feeling he should run, but too much panic would increase his problem's probability.
Never looking back, the sounds of other's footsteps also became louder and increased their pace also. Elfurion's head snapped back and the world became about 5 times brighter to his dilated eyes.
"Give me all your money!" a cut-throat voice whispered hoarsely and a cold sharp blade scathed Elfurion's chin and approached his neck.
Whispering, Elfurion snapped back. "I'd watch out, my friend. There is always more than meets the eye."
Turning around with brute force, Elfurion's neck dodged the slicing blade and allowed time for his arms to send a shock-wave of force against his chest.
A snapping sound echoed as the man buckled over. Ribs were snapped in two, however Elfurion was not finished. His hand continued pushing, absolute force breaking the skin until his hand was all the way in.
Eyes bloodshot and with a calm smirk, Elfurion maneuvered his fingers to the man's beating heart inside his chest. With a loud crack the man fell limp. Elfurion had imploded the robber's heart.
Pulling out of the man's chest, Elfurion's blood lust increased. A killing spree was about to take fold..
{{All who wants to join, who has a dark side to them, and doesn't mind either killing or being killed may follow suit with my post. Thanks.}}
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Post by Emily on Jun 2, 2008 12:29:40 GMT -5
Kiara grinned back at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Her face was dirty and her brown hair was in a messy ponytail as well. She stared for awhile, back at her hazel eyes and the bags under those same eyes that showed weeks of lost sleep. She stepped back, and headed for the door leading to the lounge of the old café. As she poked her head out of the door she noticed the waiter was there, waiting for her to return from the bathroom so he could collect the check.
It’s amazing how much a sandwich and coffee cost these days. Kiara’s eyes caught the waiter’s and immediately she ducked back into the restroom. She’d made the mistake of coming to a place twice, she’d ducked out of here once before and now she was sure the waiter was aware of her situation.
Kiara poked her head out and right in front of her stood the same guy. “Miss, are you able to pay?”
“Uh…yes…I’ve got it in my purse at the table.” She said slowly as she headed towards her backpack.
As soon as she had it in her hands, she ran for the door, half tripping as a waitress grabbed for her hair.
She stumbled and hit a trash can tipping it over onto the sidewalk. That didn’t stop her, she was around the corner and into an alley leaving only the distressed yells of the waiter.
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Minutes passed and Kiara walked out of the alley and looked at her surroundings. It was unsafe to sleep in the same place twice, so she needed to find another place to stay for the night. She looked down the street and noticed a man standing by what looked to be another man on the ground.
“Eh you!” Kiara yelled towards the man, but went closer towards the shadows so that if it was a cop she’d disappear before he could tell where the voice came from.
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 10:39:28 GMT -5
Elfurion's bloodshot eyes quickly peered through the darkness of the suburb street, his hair glistening against the steamy nightlights. He had just heard a victim's voice calling out only about 20 feet away from him.
He stood up immediately after he heard the panicked steps of his victim's running and he knew exactly where it was going. He, or she, was heading to his hideout..
If it wasn't for that fact, Elfurion would have left to find an easier target. However, his next victim would be possibly the easiest target he could ever hope for. And, Lord knows Elfurion loves to have his meals handed to him.
He jumped into the crisp night air, lifting off easily 4 feet of distance- grabbing a ladder off the side of the building. He quickly threw himself up the ladder's rungs, and he would have immediately spotted his target if it wasn't for the slight stumbling he experienced on the way up.
He sprinted across the roof tops, jumping the near five feet of space between them as his target got closer and he could view who it was. It was a female, unfortunately. He would much rather have a burly man running for a few reasons; even though Elfurion was in a desperate bloodlust he still had some of his morals in tact. A female, depending on her moral stature, was just too pure to attack. A man, however, was free game.
Elfurion considered his proposition before he finally fled down another ladder and stepped out in front of the female target.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 18:24:29 GMT -5
As the guy looked in her direction, a chill went down her spine. Something was definitely wrong with him. It clicked together…that man on the ground…and the man standing near him.
Kiara ran down the alley, knowing that an alley here never really had a real dead end. As she listened for footsteps from the guy, she only heard the sound of metal.
He was climbing the metal stairs on the side of the building. Kiara ran faster, looking behind her as she did so.
However in vein. As she looked forward, she noticed a shadow, and within seconds the same guy stepped out in front of her. Kiara screamed unable to believe the speed and cleverness of the man.
Pulling out a small dagger, she held it up towards him, and went into a fighting position. Maybe he’d leave her alone if she looking like she could take down a man…well…a man like him.
“Back off!” Kiara sneered as she took a small step forward, a very small. She didn’t want to be near him but stepping back would show fear, and there was already enough showing via her face expression.
As she waiting for the man to make a move, her eyes darted around madly, looking for an escape. It was almost obvious she wouldn’t be able to out run him, probably not be able to fight him and survive, and no ears or eyes would be around to see or hear anything.
She’d have to play some kind of trick if it came to it.
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 18:31:34 GMT -5
Elfurion chuckled, easily showing the woman that clearly this was a game.
And she had lost.
"Well, little missy." he breathed, his sharp tone was deep and impenetrable, and he took a few steps towards her. "Your blade shall not scathe me, I warn you. Set it down, you won't be hurt."
The night sky welcomed his senses, his nostrils flared while breathing in the crisp Chicago air, and his heart pumped adrenaline deep into his inner most veins- he was a walking kill machine halted by a young lady.
He would either have to dispose of her soon or forget about her if he wanted to continue his escape' this night, but something in him, almost like a jam in a machine's gear, hesitated him from doing so.
"Come now, let the blade down slowly. I promise you, if you set it down- you won't have to worry about getting hurt.."
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 18:43:32 GMT -5
Kiara narrowed her eyes, and let out the breath she had been holding in for so long. “What makes you think your word is as good as gold?” She stood up straighter, taking another step to make him think this was just another game to her as well.
“If I lower it how certain can I be that I’ll remain untouched, and alive? You’ve followed for a reason, maybe one I don’t know but why would you soon leave?” She was digging a whole. Asking the man why he’d followed her, maybe even edging him on.
But it gave her courage and confidence, and that’s what she needed at this exact moment. Maybe she would play the poor girl, forcing his defense down, but was he able to?
Something about this man made her legs shake and her senses heightened as though in danger constantly. Her feet wanted to run, and her mind agreed completely and yet something told her to stay, perhaps her stupidity or the savage habit she’d picked up when living off the streets for so long. Still, common sense told her to do what he wanted so she’d get out alive.
“What were you doing by the man on the ground?” She blurted out, suddenly remembering why she’d been so afraid in the first place. He’d done something to that man she’d known that.
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 18:52:20 GMT -5
"I was attacked by that man, and I used my own self defense to protect myself." replied the now bored-looking Elfurion. He looked off to the side, gazing at the graffiti ridden walls that he called 'home'. By now, his heart was beginning to slow it's pace- his pupils shrank and his lenses lost power. His lust was killed off by standing around for too long. Oh what people do for company.
By now, Elfrurion had lost all cruel feelings and intentions- instead he was the same shy man who worked at a small company as an accountant. "Please," his voice softened and the harsh tone disappeared. He lifted his hand down and pulled her wrist to a safer position. "Keep the knife down, I promise I am not a threat any longer."
However, Elfurion was always a threat. The small headache that no medicine could cure could spark him straight back to his killer instincts just like the snap of a finger- or a yell of a robber- or a gunshot. Any of these things, and even more, could send him into a convulsive state of mind where nothing but the taste of blood could cure him.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 19:00:39 GMT -5
The touch of the man made her jump back. She’d been figuring out every possible attack he could make but the lack of one made her confused. She let her hand with her pocket knife hang at her side.
His voice had changed in only a matter of seconds, and he’d seemed almost normal now, which scared her even more.
“Threat any longer?” She repeated, even more confused. “Are you bipolar or are you some two faced guy?” She stepped back, looking him over, trying to debate if she should still run, or figure out what or who this guy was.
Kiara let some of her defense down and stood straight, out of her fighting position, but the fear on her face remained long after. She had never been chased by someone…like him before. In fact she’d never encountered anything like this.
She looked at his hand and noticed it covered in what appeared to be dry red liquid.
“What did you do to him?!” She said more loudly, eyes widening as questions raced past. She hoped it was his blood, or something else.
“Why’d you run after me?” She said, backing up a few more steps now, gripping tight to her knife. “I don’t have any money, nothing you’d want or need.”
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 19:09:14 GMT -5
Elfurion looked behind him, squinting in the darkness. Too bad he couldn't have taken a mental photo of the alleyway before his senses failed- his apartment was very tough to see. However, he saw the glint of the familiar fire escapes, counting the stories until he finally got to his; number five. He had lived in that apartment ever since his family kicked him out of their house- his house. He had never seen any of them since, neither does he expect to.
He swiveled his head around again to look back at the young lady. So full of questions, he thought to himself. He took a step forward, cautiously. He just lost a rush of excitement for the night, and now he had a night of blankly staring at a television. At least he had a chance of some conversation- and he was not going to waste it.
"That man attacked me." Elfurion repeated. "I told you that I did what I could to protect myself." He looked down, debating his next words. "You scared me, and I was afraid you were someone who was also going to attack me." he lied. "I needed to make sure I was safe."
He turned around and pointed to his apartment. "See that room up there? Floor five? You were running towards my house, and I wanted to protect my belongings." Then, Elfurion took a step away from her towards the house. "Do you need a place to sleep for the night?" Elfurion then asked. "I am afraid I scared you a bit, so I want to make it up to you. If you need some food, drink, or shelter- that's my house."
And with that, Elfurion walked towards his dark abode. He hid his face, but showed hope. He wished this mysterious girl followed him, but he played it coy and gave her a choice to make.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 19:31:56 GMT -5
She watched as he walked away, and she quickly looked around. It was too late to find a place to sleep, or even hope for sleep at all.
And this man…this man was different, and it intrigued her. She sighed in disgust, as she started to follow him, knowing that she might be making the worst decision in her life. But then again she’d been following nothing lately, and her life was worth as much as trash on the sidewalk these days so putting it at risk was something she could afford.
“Yeah, but don’t pull any of that robber thing…and I was the one running from YOU.” She said wrinkling her nose. This guy was weird, but it made it easier for her to get along, knowing he really couldn’t judge her for what she looked or acted like at this point.
As they walked up the stairs, and finally reached the 5th floor, Kiara looked around and noticed a door wide open and someone stuffing what looked like a body and a weapon in the persons hand.
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Post by Francesca~*Pura Vida*~ on Jun 3, 2008 19:38:50 GMT -5
"The war is uncertain, incomprehensible, absurd science...."
Stars were not the only thing firing up tonight; Kamila's mindstate of revenge was again intact. She was on her own now; no longer a hit woman from Las Cruces, Colombia. No more following greusome orders to receive little in return.
How had she become a hit woman? Thanks to Kamila Sandoval's father, she was sold to the FARC at age 11 as a form of "revolutionary taxes". She was sent to Santa Marta to work in a child sex slave industry, later to be released by local authorities. After that, she didn't know where to go, except nowhere; a suburb of carton and bottle cap houses called Las Cruces.
Now, however, she was 16 and lived in the great USA, Chicago. Here, she felt more free than ever before. She was able to express her senses here and not hide everything. However, violence still followed her wherever she roamed, even in this country.
Her 2 little "sisters" Lilia and Jorgelina (Kamila's partners back in Las Cruces), had come to live in America with Kamila. Recently, Kamila received on her doorstep a box with Jorgelina's body seperated into peices.
She found out who had done it and that is what called her to revenge tonight.
The man who had killed Jorgelina was trying to walk inconspiuously down Formosa Way. He couldn't see her, as she was hiding near an old Cadillac; but she could see him, and the outline of his body in the darkness augmented as she followed him on a turn he took to a side street.
The side street led unfortunately to the entrance of an apartment building; hopefully the hallways would be camera-free and uninhabited.
She watched as the man stepped in an elevator and Kamila proceeded to the steps. Her ear pressed against the wall, she ran up the stairs following the elevator as quickly as she could, until it stopped.
The man, whose name was Ernesto, left the elevator, looking left and right and started to walk down the hall.
This was her only chance.
TIptoe-running down the hall, Kamila grabbed him around the waist with her left arm and shoved him into the wall face first, her chin holding his head against the wall as best it could. Reaching down her pants she pulled out a .38 special, which she called an "8" and blasted Ernesto in the head.
Blood painted the yellow-green wall as he slowly slid down it, dead. Hearing footsteps, Kamila threw his body into a closet nearby and shoved her 8 back down her pants, fastening her belt; but it was too late. A brown-eyed reflection of herself stood at the other end of the hallway, gawking; a semi-tall, teenage girl, caramel complection with shadow-black, smooth hair, but whisked into a ponytail, while Kamila's hair was long and straight.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 20:49:48 GMT -5
Kiara’s jaw dropped as she stared at the girl, who was standing by a wall that was bloodstained. As she fumbled for her knife, which obviously was bringing a knife to a gun fight and only made a threat for herself, she glanced at the man whose name was still a mystery.
If he thought he was in danger again, would he go berserk? She stepped away from him, and away from the girl as well. Of course her choice would always lead her to something like this.
“Just walk to your apartment.” She said through clenched teeth, trying to avert her eyes as though she hadn’t seen the lady stuff the body into a closet and a gun down her pants.
Kiara cleared her throat as she walked slowly past, hoping that if the man did go insane, he wouldn’t go after her. It was okay in her mind if he killed the girl who had just killed someone else…
“Which one is yours?” She hissed to the guy, hoping he hadn’t seen but knew that would be a blind man not knowing he ran into something.
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 20:58:59 GMT -5
The gunshot blared through Elfurion's mind, driving the membranes in it berserk. He clenched his teeth, pulled his fist towards his mouth, and shut his eyes. Not again, he kept thinking in his brain. I just met the girl, and now I get hit with another wave.
He turned his head down, dangling it as he kept walking. He didn't even want to know what it was, but he needed his medicine. Now! "Hurry, number 200 is my apartment." he whispered back, pulling her by the shoulder. He turned around and caught side of none other than Kamila Sandoval, a long time friend- yet a long time rival too. His smile caught a twisted curl by the corner of his mouth and he nodded his head in recognition. Maybe she would like to join him and the young girl for a conversation too.
He slowed his pace, panic now subsiding and his head still aching but not with the intense pain as last time. He opened the door to his room, number 200, by latching a key inside and pulling the knob out. "I'll fix that someday," he whispered to both himself and the young lady and he led her into his apartment before quickly shutting the door.
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Post by Francesca~*Pura Vida*~ on Jun 3, 2008 21:36:47 GMT -5
Once inside Efrulion's apartment, she was able to calm herself. It was okay to leave Lilia alone for the night; she was well aware of how to fend for herself.
Kamila glanced around the dimly lit room before choosing a large, soft orangeish pillow to sit on. She stared at the girl who was with Efrulion, as though testing her worth.
"What's your name?" Kamila asked coldly, her eyes blank and not showing a bit of compassion, nor an opening to her soul or feelings.. The girl seemed to shrink back in her seat, every portion of her body getting smaller; her shoulders less broad, her eyes less widened and her mouth more inclined to keep itself closed in the presence of a murderer. "Kiara." The girl answered shyly, tucking some loose hair behind her ears.
Kamila, however, didn't see herself as a murderer. She saw herself as protecting those who hurt others; as good as some policemen, right? There was no wrong in what she did. Back in Las Cruces, if you steal or kill, the other kids will know, and they will kill you. It's not as though Kamila saw herself above this, simply because she killed the murderers and robbers. She knew she would die the same way one day, that's just how it worked.
The other girl was shifting uncomfortably in her seat as Efrulion retreated to the kitchen fill glasses of water for his company. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding Kamila in the best way they could. However, the next words spoken shot her gaze directly to Kamila's mud-colored eyes.
"Que viste vos alla? En el pasillo? Dime."
"Look, all I saw was you stuffing someone in a closet and putting a gun away. I don't want anything to do with a murderer!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't be in the same room as 2 of us with a knife in your pocket!" Kamila yelled before pouncing on the girl, knocking her and the chair she was seated in to the ground. She snatched Kiara's hair and pulled her head up then brought it down again slamming it hard on the floor before pounding her repeatedly in the stomach. The girl winced, trying to scream; but the punches were so quick that only a fraction of a whimper could escape her lips before she was asssulted by Kamila's knuckles yet again.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 21:48:33 GMT -5
Kiara winced as she felt the blows hit her in the stomach. This bitch was all over her like monkey on a banana. (lol) She brought her hands over her face which didn’t help much as Kamila punched her in the stomach again. Pulling the knife out was another stupid mistake, but it was the only thing she had for protection since Kamila seemed to have the upper hand. With as much effort as she possessed, she dragged the knife across the cheek of Kamila, cutting it wide open.
But Kamila didn’t even seem to notice. Next, with her legs she kicked Kamila, pushing her off for what seeme dlike a split second but already the murderer was back on her, leaving Kiara flailing her arms and hitting whatever she could.
“GET…OFF…PUTA!” She screamed, pushing Kamila off, and kicking her in the stomach as hard as she could before she fell to her knees, and grabbed the knife, ready for her this time.
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 21:56:43 GMT -5
The glasses shook on the counter whilst Elfurion was busy wiping off the crumbles of toast from earlier that morning. At first he had thought his neighbors were fighting, but he then noticed that the yelling and screaming got too loud for that.
One of the glasses fell off the floor, making an excruciating broken glass sound that reverberated through his head. Luckily the pill was taken minute before, helping his instability become easier to cope with. It was still a tough thing to hear, and he wretched for his gun.
One of his guests was working on killing the other. Could of it been miss Kamila, his long time rival and friend since he moved to this area only a few years ago? Or was it the mystery girl who he just met tonight.
His gut instincts told him it was the former..
He slammed the living room door open and lifted his gun, pointing straight at the heart of Kamila. "Let her go!" he roared as he walked up to the woman, kicking her furiously off the mystery girl.
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Post by Francesca~*Pura Vida*~ on Jun 3, 2008 22:11:30 GMT -5
Kamila took the kick as a cue to run to the other side of the room, behind Kiara. From behind she grabbed the fearful girl and held 8 to her head. "Try it."
They stood staring at each other for a long time, for what seemed to be a decade. They stood as soldiers in the undeclared war, cold and appeared to not breathing the still air that layed in the room full of hatred.
What brought them back to life was the small stir Kiara gave in Kamila's arms, and the sniff that came soon after.
Kamila slowly averted her eyes back to Eflurion. "We drop our guns on the count of 3?"
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Post by .:.Formaldehyde.In.Love.:. on Jun 3, 2008 22:16:52 GMT -5
"No." Elfurion stated with a bite to his tone. "One the count of three; I lower my gun, you let go of her, and you get the hell out." It was his house, of course, he had all the right to be demanding such a thing. "And I promise you, if a gun shot goes off- both of you are as good as dead."
He lifted his gun up in a quick, whip-like, movement- telling Kamila to hurry up. The stunned silence wafted through the air, the adrenaline coursing through Elfurion's head making a stench in his nose like Formaldehyde. It might not even matter if the gun was to shoot at all. He might cast himself into his state of oblivion.
"One!" he roared, taking a step to the door to open it.
"Two!" he cocked the gun. "It does not matter if the girl dies or not to me, but you best watch that trigger or you'll find yourself in the same fate." he clenched his teeth and aimed straight for Kamila's eyeball.
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2008 22:22:38 GMT -5
Kiara closed her eyes, just like she’d seen in the movies when someone was being held captive by some psychotic person. She honestly thought she would die now. She opened her eyes as she heard Kamila say “We drop our guns on the count of 3?”
Kiara let out a sigh of relief knowing that Kamila was using her to save her own life…which was still very sad but nevertheless her life.
But then the man had his gun out, and he was counting…and her hope was down the drain.
“Hey now….why don’t we let…the girl go, and then you can fight.” She said, voice shaking in a humerous and scared voice. “You know what, I think I saw you stuffing dirty clothes, and that’s a water gun, right?” she laughed a dry laugh, and whimpered.
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Post by Francesca~*Pura Vida*~ on Jun 3, 2008 22:29:23 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm the one who's actually trying to let her live right now. I think I have better ethics than you in this situation. Kiara, what do you think? You're the one being held captive, you should have some say in this."
"Um...PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN!"
"Done." Kamila put her gun away, as she and Kamila sat back on the floor. Kamila smirked to Efrulion. "Come on, I didn't hurt her. She's fine. I would never kill someone who didn't something to me. That's the only reason you're alive right now, Effy."
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