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Post by Noir {Black Death} on Mar 7, 2009 2:58:02 GMT -5
You aren’t meant think – not meant to ask questions even if your heart craves the answers. Your not built that way, not meant to be an ‘individual’ – your only taught to obey, to follow orders – to kill.
A lone silent figure sat in the window seat of the train as it whizzed trough the tunnels with ease, a simply external network wired to control it. Her head rested against the window and with every passing 5 meters light filled the cabin then returned to darkness. A working train – something of a calamity in this day and age.
As the black void came and went it seem like the Sentinel did the same. She wore tight black leather pants, a black tank top and a long black leather trench coat that hid her two hand guns strapped to her lower back in holsters. Her mission here was simple; get out a message. She had recently been assigned a new mission, one that the Dux thought her to be very capable of – saying that he thought she would ‘enjoy’ this one. Recalling the memory now made her lips slightly curl into a smile – she would enjoy this, it made her blood rush and her adrenaline levels pick up just thinking about it. She was to capture Subject Nine, son of Subject Eight – this was a sweet mission and she wanted to thoroughly enjoy it. Though she was taught to get the job done as quick as possible, this time she wanted to ‘play’ with her food.
It didn’t take too long for the Sentinel to be aware of her prey. Ever so cautious they are but ever so curious too – a working train, who wouldn’t come and find out why? It was rumored that the Resistance used these tunnels and the Dux had agreed that they should play that rumour out and see if there is truth behind it – what better way than to lure them out with a working train.
As soon as the door between the cabins opened the Sentinel stood – the motion was graceful and majestic. Her jacket blew out behind her as her hands slipped behind her back – her left raised at a very startled resistance member, her right by her side hidden. The Sentinel purred in the silence that was now deafening “What took you so long? Shouldn’t have kept me waiting.” She mockingly shook her head at him causing him to take a step back. “What you don’t want to play? Such a shame….” There was a very silent click behind her, it wouldn’t have been heard if it wasn’t for her sensitive ears.
Before the new person behind her had time to fully point his gun at the Sentinel’s back she had already held her right hand up – her gun ready to fire. They three of them remain silent and motionless for a moment – the light in the train flicked on and off as the carriage swayed slightly. It was like someone had take a still shot of them, the Sentinel in the middle, one resistance member behind her, gun pointed – the other in front of her with his hand slightly up.
“Put your guns down!” The was a purr as she tilted her head “Lets play a little game shall we? Lets say that you fire your weapon – the bullet travels to the back of my head. However I move, yes I move, and your friend here becomes your victim not I.” The Sentinel did not turn to face the one that was talking to her rather her black cold eyes bore into the man, or rather boy, in front of her as she spoke with the most deathly of calm. “Now lets say that you don’t like that game and want to hear another.” A vindictive smile creep over her lips “How about I fire my weapons – a deadly combination if you ask me for you both will die. The only thing is, no matter which game you decide to play you will both die.” There was a twitch from the boy in front of her, he clearly did not want that to happen but he also did not want to be captured – something that the Sentinel had to keep in mind. “However there is a third option here…listen.” She could sense that they looked at each other; it was easy to tell that they never had this option before and sure enough they were more inclined to it. “What do you want?” the man behind her spoke once more, a hint of harshness in his tone – understandable. “Pass this message onto you leader – tell him that Black Death is coming for him just like I did for his father.” There was a new tension in the air, the second man screamed to his comrade to run – it seemed that he knew now who this mysterious Sentinel was. This made Noir smile for he must have been there with she claimed their last leader. There was no time to waste however for he began to fire shots at her but just like she told him they missed. Her movements were agile and swift – at least he hadn’t killed the other guy yet. “I’LL KILL YOU!!” Noir said nothing nor fired a bullet rather she moved, almost danced to get out of his range. Then just at the last minute her hand reached up to a bar and she lifted herself kicking the manhole to the roof open and then gliding through. Bullets still fired at her but she remained unfazed – effortlessly she aimed the gun back down at the carriage, a purple visor now covering her eyes. Through it she saw through the metal and into the carriage, effectively showing her exactly where the man inside it was – without hesitation she fired and the man died instantly, her single bullet penetrating his skull with ease and her job done.
The train come screeching to a halt and Noir jumped off the roof landing in a squat, one knee gently touching the ground. There was a scuffle to her left and Noir noticed the boy come rushing out of the train – blood on his hands. Her dark eyes looked at him “This is the part where you run back to your leader…just don’t forget my message” The boy ran, he didn’t have to be told twice – even as Noir began to straighten he was well out of sight.
Once again all was left in silence and the lone figure now walked our of the abandoned subway, a part of her wondering if she would have another run in today.
Note: open to all count: 1105
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Post by << NINE on Mar 13, 2009 1:50:53 GMT -5
"Keenan! Keenan, listen to me!"
"Dad, there's not time. We have to-"
"That's why I have to tell you this now. You have to remember that whatever happens, you're ready for it. All right? You're ready for it. You've been ready for longer than I've probably even known. Don't forget that."
"Dad, what the hell are you talking about? There are Sentinels out there. We have to get to the jets!"
Calyhan's eyes, the same incredible blue as his son's (and likely their origin as well) locked onto Keenan's for one brief moment before he nodded, either realizing that Keenan was right or not willing to argue the point at the present time. They went back to loading as many rations and weapons onto the dollies as they could...
As they made their way out of the courthouse, which had been their fortress over the last few weeks, Keenan could practically feel the unearthly silence in the air. Something was about to break. Something was about to go down here, whether they wanted it to or not...And that was when the first rounds of gunfire broke out. Keenan swore loudly, and looked back at his father, expecting a reprimand, and saw instead the site that would be burned in his mind forever. His father stumbled once, fell to his knees, clutching at the wound in his neck.
"Dad!" Keenan shouted, watching in horror as the fluorescence of the proliferating nanobots crept across his father's jaw, leaving an eery fractal-like pattern across Calyhan's skin like a glowing spiderweb. And in the broken silence, Keenan heard the delicate sound of female laughter. It could have been his imagination, but he could have sworn that as he watched his father lose consciousness, he heard a decidedly feminine chuckle...
Keenan awoke, tears or sweat or both soaking the pillow beneath his face. He had his blanket bunched into a crumpled heap in front of him, and had apparently been gripping it so tightly with both hands that his knuckles were still white and his fingers ached with the effort of it. He was breathing rapidly, and he could hear his heart pounding blood through his head in a deafeningly quick rhythm. He was also incredibly alert; the nighmare/flashbacks always did that to him. Knowing there was no way he was going to sleep any more, he rolled off of his cot, heading out into the open area of the cavern. And there, in the emptiness, he felt the same disconcerting silence he had remembered in the dream. Some people valued silence. Keenan had learned far too well that silence usually only foretold some darker future, something that would contrast all too well with the peace and quiet of the calm.
And that proved accurate here as well. He hadn't been in the cavern five minutes before gasping, uneven footsteps echoed through the chamber, coming from one of the tunnels of the metro leading in. Keenan was on his feet in a split second, and intercepted the young man before he could even reach Keenan's position in spite of his speed. "What happened?" he demanded. This was obviously not just a casual jog the boy was on, he was running like the hounds of Hades were on his heels. A person didn't run like that unless they had a damned good reason to...
"Talk to me, Chrys. What the hell happened? Where's David?" He asked that last question as he suddenly remembered who'd been on the patrol this young man had gone out on - David Halsbreck, one of Calyhan's closest friends and the person (other than Keenan) most people had expected would rise to leadership after Calyhan had been taken. David had always been a source of invaluable advice to Keenan, and the thought of his life being in danger was like an iron vise-grip around the young man's throat as it came to him.
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