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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:28:13 GMT -5
*War’s eyes lit up as she held the mushroomed slug up in her blood covered hand. The not so gentle sounds of a few of the family emptying their stomachs made a perfect background as he knelt down in front of her.*
“Yeah darlin…. that’s pretty much perfect.”
*He took the bullet from her tiny hand and brushed her bangs aside with a blood covered thumb leaving a crimson smear on her forehead. He smiled at her as he stood and took the bottle from her as well, taking a long swig from it and pointed the muzzle at the sobbing lady of the house.*
“Bet she’s got one in that mess of a stump she used to call a leg…. though she might kick a bit more than the corpse. Better take this it’s dangerous….”
*Setting the bottle on the table he reaches to his side and raises his pants leg a little to give her access to the dagger stuck in his boot.*
“Not that she’ll give you any trouble. Isn’t that right Ms. Only Going to Lose One Limb If She Behaves?”
“…. but be careful. It’s sharp and we don’t want you getting nicked.”
*War’s face looked odd. Almost… concerned.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:29:06 GMT -5
*Eden beamed and took the blade with both hands, yanking it out of War’s boot. She giggled eerily as she skipped over to the woman’s side, plopping down over her leg and thrusting the pointy end into her bloody wound. The woman howled in pain, but that only egged Eden on. Her twitching made it harder to dig the slug out, but she was all about putting in the effort. Especially if it got her one of her own any sooner.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:29:09 GMT -5
*Looking over her shoulder War winced any time the blade got close to Eden’s little fingers. He mouthed words like “careful” and “to your left” but did his best not to distract her. Every few seconds he’d glance over at the family and give them a stern look. One that conveyed in no uncertain terms what would happened if they made little Eden slip. His eyes lit up again as the servants pushed a plate across the counter towards him, quickly trying to disappear behind the family. Snagging the plate of sliced pork sandwiches War looked back at Eden as she triumphantly held up the second slug in her tiny red fist, the wounded lady’s head going slack as she fainted at the sight.*
“There’s a good girl… and look proper sandwiches full of yummy dead animals. You about ready?”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:29:38 GMT -5
“You bet I am.”
*Eden skipped back to his side, holding up the slug to him, half proud and half in trade for a sandwich. It looked funny. Not nearly as appetizing as a peanut butter one. She took it in her bloodied hands, sniffing it cautiously. Her mother had tried to make her eat beef before. She didn’t really care for it. But maybe… Sudden confusion washed over her and she looked up to him, her brow crinkled.*
“Wait…ready for what?”
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:29:42 GMT -5
“To head out… less you see something else these people have that you want….”
*His voice trails as he looks past the family to the cabinet behind them. He comes around the counter waving his gun to scatter them a bit so that he can open the glass doors and take out a dust covered bottle of scotch.*
“And here I thought all you froggies were wine drinkers… That’s the thing, little one. Survival of the fittest. If someone has something you want and you’re strong enough to take it… then it’s yours.”
*He leans against the cabinet and pulls the cork out with his teeth. Taking a swig he points the bottle’s opening towards one of the young serving girls, the muzzle of his forty five rubbing against her leg as he raised her skirt slightly.*
“Idn’t that right, poppet?”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:30:01 GMT -5
*Eden frowned, unsure of what he meant. But the concept seemed simple enough. She could handle that. She nodded and walked over to his side, studying him with the other woman. Her small brow furrowed and she stepped forward suddenly, shoving the blade into the other girl’s leg, just below the muzzle of the gun. She yelped and crumpled to the floor, but Eden kept a firm grip, slicing a nice chunk of skirt and flesh as gravity did most of the work for her. It made her skin tingle, this…whatever it was. The smell, she wasn’t sure if it was blood or the very fear itself. It was wonderful. She grinned happily up at War.*
“Ok, Mister. Then let’s get with the taking.”
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:30:14 GMT -5
*The woman’s scream made War wince and shove her head into the wall hard. Turning his gaze downward he smiled at Eden and laughed, the sound echoing like a machine gun and causing the family to jump.*
“Out of the mouths of babes… Alright kiddo… back to the car. And snag anything you see that you want on the way.”
*Turning back to the family he grinned and brought the muzzle to his nose, inhaling slowly.*
“As for you… I’d get scarce or dead… the choice is yours.”
*Chuckling he watches them scatter through out the house. He tucks the gun back into his pants and takes a second bottle down from the cabinet. War turns and walks back into the ruins of the family’s new one car garage. Tossing the unopened bottle through the open window and onto the seat he opens the door as he calls back to Eden.*
“And don’t forget your lunch….”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:31:12 GMT -5
*Eden grabbed the sandwiches and scampered back to the car. Then she saw it. A necklace in a case that looked like one of Daddy’s. She pushed at the case, but it wouldn’t open. Not to be so easily deterred, she forced the knife at the glass front, sending sharps everywhere. She squeaked in pain, the broken pieces lacerating her skin as she reached for the necklace, but clamping her fist around it she pulled it out and crawled into the car.*
“Ready…” *She whimpered, clutching her hand to her chest with her other arm, the pork spilled across the front seat of the car.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:31:32 GMT -5
“Here now… did you cut yourself?”
*War took her hand gently and winced as he saw the blood coming from under her other arm. A low rumble echoed through the room though he had not started the car.*
“See… this is what I get for letting them live. Damn specks go and nick my little girl…”
*Slamming the door shut hard War’s eyes flash behind his shades. The engine of the car roars to life and spurts of flame twirl through out the room. The tendrils of fire seem to move as if alive as War sends them coursing through out the house. As he shifts it into reverse and guns the engine screams can be heard from upstairs. Through gritted teeth he utters only one word. His voice carrying like a rising tide of battle.*
“BURN”
*Punching the gas they scream out into the night, fiery trails following the tires of the very angry sounding coupe. Looking down at the little form cradled in his arms War’s face softens, the smoke escaping from between his lips fades and the glow from behind the shades dims.*
“You alright, poppet? Not too badly damaged?”
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:31:45 GMT -5
“It hurts…”
*She winced, shifting her fingers. Eden had never been hurt before and was now finding it to be not that pleasant. Better left for others in her opinion. She lifted her hand to him for inspection.*
“Can you make it stop?”
*Her frown melted into a perfect pout. That had always worked on Daddy. Hopefully it would be just as productive here.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 0:32:04 GMT -5
“Not really my department kiddo… but I’ll see what I can do as soon as we get home.”
*He looked in the rear view mirror as they passed the battered front gate. Just then the ground shook as a deafening explosion leveled the estate, sending an angry orange cloud of smoke and fire mushrooming into the sky.*
“And we’ll see about makin it so that never happens again…”
*Somewhere in the back of his mind War should have been worried. He was the great strategist. Always fourteen moves ahead and fighting on a field of his choosing. But ever since Brandi stormed out of his bar he had been winging it. He needed to think, he needed somewhere to clear his head. Taking another swig from the newly pilfered bottle War’s lips spread in a smile.*
“We’ll fix it, darlin…. and where we’re goin we won’t need roads you’ll learn this little scratch ain’t nothing to worry your pretty little head over…”
*He gave her a gentle squeeze, careful not to damage her injured arm, as he aimed the coupe towards the wall of a church. Gunning the engine War’s eyes glowed again. Instead of impacting in a fiery crash the coupe melted away into glowing embers and ash as in contacted the wall of the cathedral, twin tire marks of glowing flame left running right into the stonework as the two enter War’s own realm.*
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Post by Eden on Mar 18, 2008 0:34:25 GMT -5
**SECONDS LATER IN ‘VERSE TIME** *The coupe flew out the other side of the church, engines roaring as it swerved dangerously at the practiced hand of its driver. A much curvier driver than one would expect, should they recognize the ride. Her eyes lifted for a moment to the rearview mirror and she blew a kiss at the sprawling figure latching itself firmly to the rear fender. With a wicked grin, she spun the wheel sharply and sent his form tumbling to the rough pavement. A cruel laugh could be heard for a moment over the engines and a dainty fist appeared sporting an extended middle finger.* “Catch you on the flip side, Pops!” *The engines flared and she shot off into the darkening dusk, embers and ash in her wake.*
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Post by War on Mar 18, 2008 1:07:45 GMT -5
*Cursing War slides off the back of the coupe, rolling several times across the pavement as he watches his mount roaring off down the street. Punching the ground he stands up slowly, his tongue snake up inhumanly long to lick the gravel filled bit of road rash above his eyebrow. His voice echoes down the Parisian streets.*
"EDEN! YOU TURN THAT CAR AROUND THIS INSTANT!"
*Sighing he shakes his head and starts walking in the direction she went, following the pull of his mount. His wounds are quickly closing with each angry step he takes but he can't help but smile at her brashness.*
"Damn teenagers."
*Lighting a cigarette War pulls out a flask as he walks and takes a swig.*
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