Post by The Necromancer on Jan 27, 2011 0:34:33 GMT -5
The rain poured down on the city, thundering onto the darkened streets as a burning flare of lightning ripped through the sky, echoed by the deep reverberations of ground-shaking thunder.
Two figures sprinted down a darkened alleyway, interrupting the dark spell cast by the midnight thunderstorm. The figures stopped beneath a street light, looking behind themselves nervously. Under the light, their features were revealed. Two teenagers- a boy and a girl. The boy was tall, with dark hair a thin nose and large, blue-black eyes-atop his head, nestled in his chin length hair, were two cat ears, and a thin black tail waved from his behind. The girl was shorter than he, but still tall, with a short, thin nose, dark red hair and green eyes, accented by her pale skin and freckles. The boy turned to the girl, a look of terror in his eyes. "Natalie, they're still after us, we have to move!" he whispered to her, tugging on her arm. The girl, Natalie, resisted, pulling against him. "No, Michael! I'm tired of running. We'll fight them." She shouted, turning to face the way they'd came. The footsteps of several people echoed down the alleyway they'd came out of, and six men ran out of the alley, stopping a few feet short of the edge of the streetlight's cone of light.
The men were dressed in zipped up black overcoats with black pants and boots, and their faces were concealed by opaque black masks similar to gas-masks with neon-green lit visors. They were all armed in one way or another- from police batons to an odd quarterstaff-like weapon. On the backs of their coats was a large emblem- a badge-like emblem with the letters U.C.P.U. and the underscore "Urban Control and Protection Unit".
One of the men carrying a quarterstaff stepped forward into the light and spoke, his voice deepened by the mask he wore.
"You there! Animal! Surrender and we'll spare your girlfriend!" He twirled his quarterstaff as he spoke, assuming a ready stance as he finished. His comrades moved up til they were even with him. They, too, raised their weapons threateningly. Natalie's reply was quick and to the point.
"Fuck no." She shouted, and, swinging her arm at them, she muttered something under her breath- and a wall of blue flames erupted from the air before her and flew towards the group of guards. The acrid smell of burning cloth stained the air, followed by the sickly sweet smell of scorched flesh. She turned to Michael, smiling. "See, Mikey? They're not as dangerous as they look after all." She said, smiling broadly. Michael merely shook his head and hugged her. "Can we please leave now, Nat? I'm scared." He muttered, trying to pull her along again. Natalie sighed and followed him as he began to run down the street once more. They reached a bridge extending over a vast, black abyss. They heard the vague sounds of a river running down below as they sprinted across the bridge to the forest on the other side, leaving the city behind them. They stumbled past a tall steel sign into the darkness. Behind them, the sign glinted- "Welcome to Washington D.C."...
Michael and Natalie sat before a small, warm fire in the dark forest, his head laying on her shoulder. "Why did this happen, Nat?" he asked, tears streaming down his cheeks. She put an arm around him and squeezed him reassuringly. "Humans are narrowminded bastards... They can't accept you for what you are. Not without torturing you, testing you... They're like animals." She muttered fiercely, starting to cry herself. Michael squeezed her back, smiling. "We'll be okay, Nat... Right?" he asked, seeking reassurance. She forced a smile and leaned back, laying down on the wet ground. "Yes Mikey... get some sleep." She muttered, closing her eyes and drifting off.
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She woke to darkness- it was always dark, since the Unification War had ended- and stood, stretching. Mikey was still snoozing, his ears twitching as he dreamed. Natalie shook him, and helped him up. "C'mon Mikey, we need to go. We're still too close to the capitol." she muttered, brushing dirt and grass from his clothes. Michael nodded and followed her as she set off through the woods. Before long, they reached a small town- apparently abandoned. Natalie ransacked an abandoned general store, finding some canned food and a few bags of trail mix. She passed Michael a can of tuna- at which point he knocked her over with an ecstatic hug. "Thank you!!" he yelled, squeezing her tightly. He withdrew after a minute, blushing. "Um. sorry." he muttered, his tail twisting around his arm nervously. He turned away, prying the tuna can open with his over-long and oddly sharp fingernails. He ate it quietly and neatly- didn't drop a bit. She giggled softly, picking apart a bag of trail mix. After they finished their meal they carried on, travelling southwest through the woods, avoiding major towns and roads.
They reached a small road, with a red smiley face spray-painted onto the asphalt. Natalie examined it and smiled. "We're almost to the safe-zone, Mikey... we'll be okay soon." She grinned, hugging him. "C'mon. We're going to make it." She said, taking his hand and leading him down the road. They reached a tall, steel wall, with a small console next to the gate. She tapped a few keys on the console and then turned to the gate. It slowly began to screech open, shaking the ground. She turned to Michael and smiled, for real this time. "We've made it Michael..." she said, squeezing his arm. "We've really made it!" She yelled, beginning to cry- tears of joy.
A voice echoed from the shadows. "Sorry- no, you didn't." And a long, thin blade emerged from between Natalie's ribs. Behind her, a female form in a stealth suit materialized. Michael's eyes went wide as Natalie's blood splattered onto his face, and he staggered backwards. She grasped at his shirt as she fell. Her hand caught his, and when she fell, she left something behind in his palm- a small, red jewel.
He screamed in fury, turning his pain-stricken gaze on the woman in the stealth suit, who stepped back warily. He raised the hand with the jewel, palm open, and an orb of black fire flared to life in his palm. "You bitch!" he screamed, flinging the fireball at her- she deflected it with the sword, just barely, and lunged forward, slicing the blade at his chest. He jumped backwards, and punched her in the chest-her stealth suit was scorched, and the sound of cracking ribs echoed down the narrow lane. She collapsed, unconscious. Michael knelt next to Natalie's lifeless form, and cradled her head in his hands. He carefully placed a kiss on her brow, and closed her eyes, tears falling from his eyes onto her calm, delicate face. She could almost be sleeping... he thought to himself, as he looked away from her. He grabbed the unconscious assassin by her feet and dragged her to the other side of the steel wall, and returned for Natalie's body. As the metal gate screeched shut, he dug a grave for her under a Weeping Willow tree and buried her. He left a bundle of 12 wild roses picked nearby over her grave, and a quickly cut wooden cross staked above the grave.
Here he was, lost in the middle of nowhere, alone with the woman who'd killed the only person he ever cared for.
Alone.
Two figures sprinted down a darkened alleyway, interrupting the dark spell cast by the midnight thunderstorm. The figures stopped beneath a street light, looking behind themselves nervously. Under the light, their features were revealed. Two teenagers- a boy and a girl. The boy was tall, with dark hair a thin nose and large, blue-black eyes-atop his head, nestled in his chin length hair, were two cat ears, and a thin black tail waved from his behind. The girl was shorter than he, but still tall, with a short, thin nose, dark red hair and green eyes, accented by her pale skin and freckles. The boy turned to the girl, a look of terror in his eyes. "Natalie, they're still after us, we have to move!" he whispered to her, tugging on her arm. The girl, Natalie, resisted, pulling against him. "No, Michael! I'm tired of running. We'll fight them." She shouted, turning to face the way they'd came. The footsteps of several people echoed down the alleyway they'd came out of, and six men ran out of the alley, stopping a few feet short of the edge of the streetlight's cone of light.
The men were dressed in zipped up black overcoats with black pants and boots, and their faces were concealed by opaque black masks similar to gas-masks with neon-green lit visors. They were all armed in one way or another- from police batons to an odd quarterstaff-like weapon. On the backs of their coats was a large emblem- a badge-like emblem with the letters U.C.P.U. and the underscore "Urban Control and Protection Unit".
One of the men carrying a quarterstaff stepped forward into the light and spoke, his voice deepened by the mask he wore.
"You there! Animal! Surrender and we'll spare your girlfriend!" He twirled his quarterstaff as he spoke, assuming a ready stance as he finished. His comrades moved up til they were even with him. They, too, raised their weapons threateningly. Natalie's reply was quick and to the point.
"Fuck no." She shouted, and, swinging her arm at them, she muttered something under her breath- and a wall of blue flames erupted from the air before her and flew towards the group of guards. The acrid smell of burning cloth stained the air, followed by the sickly sweet smell of scorched flesh. She turned to Michael, smiling. "See, Mikey? They're not as dangerous as they look after all." She said, smiling broadly. Michael merely shook his head and hugged her. "Can we please leave now, Nat? I'm scared." He muttered, trying to pull her along again. Natalie sighed and followed him as he began to run down the street once more. They reached a bridge extending over a vast, black abyss. They heard the vague sounds of a river running down below as they sprinted across the bridge to the forest on the other side, leaving the city behind them. They stumbled past a tall steel sign into the darkness. Behind them, the sign glinted- "Welcome to Washington D.C."...
Michael and Natalie sat before a small, warm fire in the dark forest, his head laying on her shoulder. "Why did this happen, Nat?" he asked, tears streaming down his cheeks. She put an arm around him and squeezed him reassuringly. "Humans are narrowminded bastards... They can't accept you for what you are. Not without torturing you, testing you... They're like animals." She muttered fiercely, starting to cry herself. Michael squeezed her back, smiling. "We'll be okay, Nat... Right?" he asked, seeking reassurance. She forced a smile and leaned back, laying down on the wet ground. "Yes Mikey... get some sleep." She muttered, closing her eyes and drifting off.
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She woke to darkness- it was always dark, since the Unification War had ended- and stood, stretching. Mikey was still snoozing, his ears twitching as he dreamed. Natalie shook him, and helped him up. "C'mon Mikey, we need to go. We're still too close to the capitol." she muttered, brushing dirt and grass from his clothes. Michael nodded and followed her as she set off through the woods. Before long, they reached a small town- apparently abandoned. Natalie ransacked an abandoned general store, finding some canned food and a few bags of trail mix. She passed Michael a can of tuna- at which point he knocked her over with an ecstatic hug. "Thank you!!" he yelled, squeezing her tightly. He withdrew after a minute, blushing. "Um. sorry." he muttered, his tail twisting around his arm nervously. He turned away, prying the tuna can open with his over-long and oddly sharp fingernails. He ate it quietly and neatly- didn't drop a bit. She giggled softly, picking apart a bag of trail mix. After they finished their meal they carried on, travelling southwest through the woods, avoiding major towns and roads.
They reached a small road, with a red smiley face spray-painted onto the asphalt. Natalie examined it and smiled. "We're almost to the safe-zone, Mikey... we'll be okay soon." She grinned, hugging him. "C'mon. We're going to make it." She said, taking his hand and leading him down the road. They reached a tall, steel wall, with a small console next to the gate. She tapped a few keys on the console and then turned to the gate. It slowly began to screech open, shaking the ground. She turned to Michael and smiled, for real this time. "We've made it Michael..." she said, squeezing his arm. "We've really made it!" She yelled, beginning to cry- tears of joy.
A voice echoed from the shadows. "Sorry- no, you didn't." And a long, thin blade emerged from between Natalie's ribs. Behind her, a female form in a stealth suit materialized. Michael's eyes went wide as Natalie's blood splattered onto his face, and he staggered backwards. She grasped at his shirt as she fell. Her hand caught his, and when she fell, she left something behind in his palm- a small, red jewel.
He screamed in fury, turning his pain-stricken gaze on the woman in the stealth suit, who stepped back warily. He raised the hand with the jewel, palm open, and an orb of black fire flared to life in his palm. "You bitch!" he screamed, flinging the fireball at her- she deflected it with the sword, just barely, and lunged forward, slicing the blade at his chest. He jumped backwards, and punched her in the chest-her stealth suit was scorched, and the sound of cracking ribs echoed down the narrow lane. She collapsed, unconscious. Michael knelt next to Natalie's lifeless form, and cradled her head in his hands. He carefully placed a kiss on her brow, and closed her eyes, tears falling from his eyes onto her calm, delicate face. She could almost be sleeping... he thought to himself, as he looked away from her. He grabbed the unconscious assassin by her feet and dragged her to the other side of the steel wall, and returned for Natalie's body. As the metal gate screeched shut, he dug a grave for her under a Weeping Willow tree and buried her. He left a bundle of 12 wild roses picked nearby over her grave, and a quickly cut wooden cross staked above the grave.
Here he was, lost in the middle of nowhere, alone with the woman who'd killed the only person he ever cared for.
Alone.