Post by MugiwaraBlair on Sept 9, 2013 3:43:11 GMT
This is a text I wrote in highschool, I'm pretty attached to it's main character (no points for guessing which one that is) so I realy wanted to use it for my main writing projects, the current idea is to make it the pre-insanity LEVIATHAN but this *might* change. It could turn out that I decide to just make it a wandering badass or something, that could be cool too. Hell just read and gimme suggestions about it 
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A man is walking along the street, frenetically looking around as if expecting to be jumped from any direction. He suddenly starts walking faster in a burst of paranoia, spooked by something he's not even sure he actually saw. A motorcycle turns around the corner, a big road one in the style of a classical Harley Davidson, it starts slowing down and stops besides the walkway a couple feet from him. Either frozen or intrigued, exactly which he didn't know, the man stops and gazes. The rider gets off, removes her helmet, barely bothering to replace her hair, hangs it on the handlebar and goes towards him while putting away her keys. As the young woman nears him, he notices she's rather tall, she has grey eyes, which he also finds curious, and her general looks seem at odds with the relatively substantial wealth he imagines one must have to be able to afford such a pristine and finely crafted custom motorcycle. She has long black smokey hair that are a bit messy, torn up and faded dark grey jeans, a black shirt with a star printed on it, a dark longcoat, leather fingerless gloves and old sandals. In a shaky voice, he asks who she is why she is there, to which she simply replies by slightly lifting a side of her shirt to reveal the letters "S" and "A" tattooed on her abdomen. He starts trembling like a leaf, his pupils shrinking while his sight focuses on the tattoo.
Abruptly turning around, he wastes no time taking to his heels. She sighs and starts to walk after him with quick and mechanical steps fitting of her empty gaze and blank expression. The man goes around goes around people in the crowded streets, getting odd looks and yells telling him to pay attention or just calling him crazy. His pursuer on the other hand, makes no such efforts to go around and simply chooses to push people out of the way, which of course gains her stronger verbal retaliation but she completely ignores them. The hunted decides to try and get away in a metro station. Seeing him run like a damned, a security agent stops him and inquires why he's in such a hurry. He nervously explains that a very dangerous person is after him. Said person arrives a moment later, going towards them. The poor slob stays aside, removed from proximity while the guard attempts to hamper his hunter. Which turns out to be quite a poor idea as it is barely paying him attention that she nonchalantly turns his head about 200 degrees in a loud sickening crunch all the while continuing her seemingly unstoppable walk towards her more terrified than ever target who promptly resumes running. Now desperate, he finally arrives at the actual metro level, where a large crowd was impatiently waiting on the dock. He sees a panel that reads "Maintenance Room. Employees Only", takes the door under it and then goes on to the far end of the following corridor, in the last room, closes the light and hides behind a pile of random objects. While there, he talks to himself to occupy his attention so he doesn't move around too much but despite his best efforts he can't help but think solely about his current predicament :
"I was told the company was I figured it was hyperbole, I never thought it was this bad. This girl is the scariest thing I've ever seen, she's emotionless, tireless, if she finds me I'm dead for sure. The guard at the entrance, it lasted what ? One or two seconds ? And it didn't even slow her down, she never stopped walking. Walking. She walks. She walks because she's certain I can't get away, it's an unremitting monster with limitless patience. Like a terminator or one of those movie serial killers who never die...What am I saying ? I'm being stupid, she's just a skilled assassin, that's all, just human, more or less"
Meanwhile the assassin had decided to indulge in monologue too:
"Why do they always run ? I'm not that scary am I ? Sure I don't talk to them much and I'm not very expressive but what do they expect ? What do they want me to say ? And where did they ever see emotional assassins anyway ? Granted that thing with the security guy might have looked a bit extreme but still, I'm not Jason or anything. And he's such an idiot, he must've known S&A was dangerous, so why didn't he listen ? Eh whatever, what am I complaining about, it's like a healthy walk, one with a suitcase full of money at the end. Well, back to work, where is he now ? There, in the maintenance rooms. Nice, it's closed and away from the crowd"
So the girl entered the the maintenance corridor and started methodically searching through all the rooms one by one. The distance between him and the killer shrinking rapidly, the man lost what little composure he had managed to regain and accidentally toppled a pile of wet floor signs. Having heard the ensuing noise, the tracker went straight to it's source and closed the door behind her. Desperately trying to save himself, the man started begging negotiations, to which the young woman replied, much to his surprise.
-"Please ! I'll pay double what they offer !"
->"If you pay more they'll raise too, and I doubt you're anywhere near that rich"
-"You can't just kill someone for a simple financial debt !"
->"I'm not the one who decides that, it's the contract, nothing personal"
-"All the more reason then, you kill for personal gain, you're a monster!"
->"Gotta live somehow"
-"What about those you kill ? Their families ? The guard at the entrance ? Didn't they have to live too ?!"
->"It's called collateral damage, not my problem"
-"Yes it's your problem ! You're the one causing that damage!"
->"The boss chooses the targets, I'm just the weapon he uses. Tired of you now, I don't give a fuck what you think"
-"Fine, if you're here to kill me just bloody do it now, I don't care anymore ! Unless, of course, if there alternatives that would avoid me the cemetery, that would be fine too"
->"There's only one way for this to end, and it doesn't involve any graveyard"
Following which she puts an hand in her longcoat and takes out a large hunting knife that she examines for a moment and subsequently rubs on a fold of her coat before looking at it again and adumbrating a kind of small smirk of satisfaction.
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<<a couple hours later>>
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In what looks like a deserted field, leaning against her motorcycle, S&A's envoy is frisking her pockets and eventually finds her smartphone. She selects a number from the list and patiently waits to be answered, which happens after a few seconds:
->"I'm done....it's not my fault, he wouldn't shut up....yeah, ok....by the way, this place is a real hole. Why do I have to go all the way here ? We should just burn 'em....Ok but it stinks, can you imagine how many there are in this pit ?....I know we can't just set it on fire, but I'm saying in a furnace or....you give the bones to the dogs....Just get some, it's not like they're hard to find....I don't care, I like dogs....3 000 000 you say ? Where ?....You crazy ?....Hong Kong is far, I can't even bring my bike too....Ok boss, I understand, I'll go, you know that, but I like complaining for no reason....Shut up ! That doesn't have anything to do with it ! Send me the pic and the address, I'll get on it in like a week or so"
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A man is walking along the street, frenetically looking around as if expecting to be jumped from any direction. He suddenly starts walking faster in a burst of paranoia, spooked by something he's not even sure he actually saw. A motorcycle turns around the corner, a big road one in the style of a classical Harley Davidson, it starts slowing down and stops besides the walkway a couple feet from him. Either frozen or intrigued, exactly which he didn't know, the man stops and gazes. The rider gets off, removes her helmet, barely bothering to replace her hair, hangs it on the handlebar and goes towards him while putting away her keys. As the young woman nears him, he notices she's rather tall, she has grey eyes, which he also finds curious, and her general looks seem at odds with the relatively substantial wealth he imagines one must have to be able to afford such a pristine and finely crafted custom motorcycle. She has long black smokey hair that are a bit messy, torn up and faded dark grey jeans, a black shirt with a star printed on it, a dark longcoat, leather fingerless gloves and old sandals. In a shaky voice, he asks who she is why she is there, to which she simply replies by slightly lifting a side of her shirt to reveal the letters "S" and "A" tattooed on her abdomen. He starts trembling like a leaf, his pupils shrinking while his sight focuses on the tattoo.
Abruptly turning around, he wastes no time taking to his heels. She sighs and starts to walk after him with quick and mechanical steps fitting of her empty gaze and blank expression. The man goes around goes around people in the crowded streets, getting odd looks and yells telling him to pay attention or just calling him crazy. His pursuer on the other hand, makes no such efforts to go around and simply chooses to push people out of the way, which of course gains her stronger verbal retaliation but she completely ignores them. The hunted decides to try and get away in a metro station. Seeing him run like a damned, a security agent stops him and inquires why he's in such a hurry. He nervously explains that a very dangerous person is after him. Said person arrives a moment later, going towards them. The poor slob stays aside, removed from proximity while the guard attempts to hamper his hunter. Which turns out to be quite a poor idea as it is barely paying him attention that she nonchalantly turns his head about 200 degrees in a loud sickening crunch all the while continuing her seemingly unstoppable walk towards her more terrified than ever target who promptly resumes running. Now desperate, he finally arrives at the actual metro level, where a large crowd was impatiently waiting on the dock. He sees a panel that reads "Maintenance Room. Employees Only", takes the door under it and then goes on to the far end of the following corridor, in the last room, closes the light and hides behind a pile of random objects. While there, he talks to himself to occupy his attention so he doesn't move around too much but despite his best efforts he can't help but think solely about his current predicament :
"I was told the company was I figured it was hyperbole, I never thought it was this bad. This girl is the scariest thing I've ever seen, she's emotionless, tireless, if she finds me I'm dead for sure. The guard at the entrance, it lasted what ? One or two seconds ? And it didn't even slow her down, she never stopped walking. Walking. She walks. She walks because she's certain I can't get away, it's an unremitting monster with limitless patience. Like a terminator or one of those movie serial killers who never die...What am I saying ? I'm being stupid, she's just a skilled assassin, that's all, just human, more or less"
Meanwhile the assassin had decided to indulge in monologue too:
"Why do they always run ? I'm not that scary am I ? Sure I don't talk to them much and I'm not very expressive but what do they expect ? What do they want me to say ? And where did they ever see emotional assassins anyway ? Granted that thing with the security guy might have looked a bit extreme but still, I'm not Jason or anything. And he's such an idiot, he must've known S&A was dangerous, so why didn't he listen ? Eh whatever, what am I complaining about, it's like a healthy walk, one with a suitcase full of money at the end. Well, back to work, where is he now ? There, in the maintenance rooms. Nice, it's closed and away from the crowd"
So the girl entered the the maintenance corridor and started methodically searching through all the rooms one by one. The distance between him and the killer shrinking rapidly, the man lost what little composure he had managed to regain and accidentally toppled a pile of wet floor signs. Having heard the ensuing noise, the tracker went straight to it's source and closed the door behind her. Desperately trying to save himself, the man started begging negotiations, to which the young woman replied, much to his surprise.
-"Please ! I'll pay double what they offer !"
->"If you pay more they'll raise too, and I doubt you're anywhere near that rich"
-"You can't just kill someone for a simple financial debt !"
->"I'm not the one who decides that, it's the contract, nothing personal"
-"All the more reason then, you kill for personal gain, you're a monster!"
->"Gotta live somehow"
-"What about those you kill ? Their families ? The guard at the entrance ? Didn't they have to live too ?!"
->"It's called collateral damage, not my problem"
-"Yes it's your problem ! You're the one causing that damage!"
->"The boss chooses the targets, I'm just the weapon he uses. Tired of you now, I don't give a fuck what you think"
-"Fine, if you're here to kill me just bloody do it now, I don't care anymore ! Unless, of course, if there alternatives that would avoid me the cemetery, that would be fine too"
->"There's only one way for this to end, and it doesn't involve any graveyard"
Following which she puts an hand in her longcoat and takes out a large hunting knife that she examines for a moment and subsequently rubs on a fold of her coat before looking at it again and adumbrating a kind of small smirk of satisfaction.
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<<a couple hours later>>
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In what looks like a deserted field, leaning against her motorcycle, S&A's envoy is frisking her pockets and eventually finds her smartphone. She selects a number from the list and patiently waits to be answered, which happens after a few seconds:
->"I'm done....it's not my fault, he wouldn't shut up....yeah, ok....by the way, this place is a real hole. Why do I have to go all the way here ? We should just burn 'em....Ok but it stinks, can you imagine how many there are in this pit ?....I know we can't just set it on fire, but I'm saying in a furnace or....you give the bones to the dogs....Just get some, it's not like they're hard to find....I don't care, I like dogs....3 000 000 you say ? Where ?....You crazy ?....Hong Kong is far, I can't even bring my bike too....Ok boss, I understand, I'll go, you know that, but I like complaining for no reason....Shut up ! That doesn't have anything to do with it ! Send me the pic and the address, I'll get on it in like a week or so"
