Killer Desire

This is the beginning (of the rest of your life)

Warning: The version of the skin I'm here portraying is from 'Welcome Aboard' trailer. The model version of the trailer and in-game are slightly different so warning for no confusion with some details written.

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It was supposed to be very simple. The woman walking through the streets, she wanting a lot to reach her home, get out of the bothersome clothes, get a nice bath and sink on her bed until sleep take her over to the very desirable numbness of sleep. Well, she would do that, if hasn't a scuffle in the middle of street, stopping the peace of it on that night.

Lately on the central planets of the Demaxian Empire it happens frequently, even more knowing that a entire squad of well trained officers of the empire is known as to be murdered from a mission in a outback planet in the galaxy. Fear is installed, generating more fear, more people getting antsy and rebutting violence with violence. It rises to the point these fights between citizens happens, to the point to become normal. So the woman sighs, seeing that the main road she was walking is blocked and full of officers trying to end it.

Sensing that the mass of curious people on the sides of the road will not thin anytime soon she decides to take one of the many alternatives routes she has available, the closest one would be in the alleys behind the buildings. Less packed and far more silent, which would be good since the sound of the busy streets was aggravating her headache.

Simple, right?

It was simple... until she turns a corner in that alleway and sees two people meters away. She stops on the spot, trying to understand the situation as also waiting if they realized she was there. Thankfully they didn't. They didn't because one of two males (as she could tell by their voices), the tallest one, was pushing the other guy against the wall, angry and demanding tones come from him. The other was cornered and frightened. Frightened because that the one is ambushing is strong enough to push him against thea wall with just one arm while the other is holding something slim and curved shaped at the top with the other arm. The arm that was trapping the him is shinning gold, the rest of him are encased in a hooded cape.

- "Tell me, why the MorningStar crew had run away?" - The angry one says, his voice slightly velvety with the malice.

- "I don't know how it happened. At one moment I gained their trust enough to be able to fix their ship and do what you have demanded and the other they realized what I've been doing and I was in the target of angry swordsman and big, very big blue alien." – The cornered man started to cry. – "Please, ordinal, don't kill me."

- 'Ordinal?'

- "And I paid you to sabotage that ship so they couldn't run away when I arrived. When I arrive, look at what I saw: The ship gone and you trapped on a device. Do you have any idea what you had let run away from me?" – He thrust the thing he's on the wall, making it do a scrapping noise. The man squealed at it, which makes her realize it was in fact a blade, a blade which was millimeters of decapitating the man.

- "I really tried, but the mechanic saw my undoing and then they had just trapped me there, on the hole. Please, you work for the empire, for the demaxian people, right?"

The taller man chuckled. – "Who said I still work for the empire? The Demaxia and its emperor are fools that don't know how to handle Ora and the potential it has." – His voice acquired a deep tone, which she would find good to hear if she wasn't frozen at the menace it is tinted. – "And you're such a useless minion."

- "No... Please... NO! – The man slashes the other one right on the chest. She shakes at it, imagining blood splashing on the floor. However the liquid goes out is surprisingly glowing gold, then it flies to the golden orb on the center of the weapon the killer is holding, which the woman realizes that it is a scythe. She also realizes that he's extracting the glowing liquid to the orb from the dead body, reaping the substance from him.