The man let out a ragged shriek of pain, furrows of crimson scarring the dirt as he dug his fingers into the turf in pain. The baton met his rib cage and a sharp, sickening snap could be heard even from her distance.
The woman drew up her leathery hood and slipped away into the throng of the crowd that pooled around the officials and the wailing man. She slipped a loose strand of her hair into the darkness of her hood, hiding the bright stand from view. A voice greeted her, silky soft and honey to her ears, laying a soothing calm over her strained nerves. Unfortunately, the words themselves were far less satisfactory to the cloaked woman.
Why d1d you do that? Why not put him out of h1s m1sery quickly?
"It's not my problem how he dies, so long as he dose." She muttered, biting her tongue. "It's easier this way. But can't people at least have the decency to die silently?"
But h1s end 1s rather . . . Gruesome, wouldn't you agree? The feminine voice responded softly. Unneededly so. It reasoned, more to itself than her.
"So? If anything he's living longer. Not my issue. He's dead either way." The woman bit back, agitated and eager to end the conversation.
The voice was silenced, sending her annoyance. Muddled trails of thoughts unfamiliar to her own stung in the back of her mind.
"Stop that." She hissed abruptly. "Stop that and shut up."
1 apolog1se.
The hooded female ignored it, heaving a small sigh of relief as it's thoughts cleared her head, leaving her mind calm once more. Her strangely intricate boots hit the cobbles with a dull clash of synthetic metal against stone. The familiar weight of her capsules hung at either side, her strides setting into the familiar motions to adapt to the slight weight add on. She was thankful that the devices at her command were so light, even the capsules were easy to carry and move with.
A small buzz stung the back of her neck and she jolted slightly in surprise. Instinctively, her fingers ran up and down the lump of flesh in the back of her neck. The heavily garbed woman activated the device on her wrist with a practiced motion, her eyes darting across the tiny screen, her face lit in a blue glow, almost like a campfire.
She sniffed, rubbing her nose in nonchalant annoyance. "Another one? Oh you've got to be kidding me."
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Steam rubbed retching mans back, chuckling softly at his friends plight. "Let it all out."
His friend pulled his head up, gasping with haggled breaths for air, a trail of puke down his chin. Steam lead the shaking man to the back entrance, away from the grimy alley they now stood.
"Wait for me inside!" Steam slapped him jokingly on the shoulder, ushering the drunk inside. The silvery haired automaton leaned against the cold brick, muttering curses under his breath at the no smoking policy in the bar. If people were killing themselves with alcohol, he reasoned, why not smoke too?
He held a hand around the flame of the lighter, protecting it from the almost non existent wind. Steam took a deep pull on the cigar, blowing a trail of smoke into the night sky, watching it fade into the dampened, starless sky, the fair whisps of cloud that stretched the sky like the moons breath. Ooooh, that was poetic, he grinned. He was going to have to write that one down.
Steam slumped further, letting himself relax until the cigarette was burnt out. He flicked into the vomit filled bin and made for the door, only for it to be flung open and into his face. Steam stumbled, though not a scratch on his iron skin.
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Spinel (RHG)
Fiksi UmumSpinel. God, she hated that name. It tasted like ash on her tongue and she felt anger rise up in her when ever some one called her that putrid word. But it was hers. And she took it upon herself to wear it like a badge. She is nothing. But soon enou...
