Know thy Enemy ((Closed Thread))

[amon_darknight]

OOC: This thread is closed to myself and Mistress Isis and Mistress Silver, I hope they enjoy this as well as all others.


A man runs down the street, his shaggy blue hair flows with every stride he takes down the small allies, he keeps looking over his back and that is a mistake.

“No don’t look back you moron.”

He just locked his head straight and he ran on, leaping over debris on the ground, he did not want to fight these people that were chasing him, when ever he fought, bad things happened, again he looked back and saw there were only 5 of them He than slapped himself and looked forward to turn the sharp corner and keep on running

“Don’t stop you fool, you don’t want to fight these people”

He was running and he came to a dead end and he put his back against the wall and he looked up. No where to go, he shook his head and made a cross motion over his chest. And he looked ahead to find the 5 men running to surround him.

Syndicate Thugs: “Seig Cross, stop running and just give up before you get taken down by bounty hunters, there is a rather large bounty on your head, so either come with us with out blood shed or get shot and dragged to us in pain.”

Seig chuckled and he looked to them.

Seig: “Do I look stupid, do you think I believe that you don’t have tranq guns in your suits, or stun guns or something like that. Look you are not getting the info out of my head, I broke the fucking jack, so leave now and save yourself the work out.”

Sieg yawned and suddenly took a nasty hit to the face and he chuckled and spit blood to the ground, they than all looked to the one that spoke and he shook his head and all 5 of them proceeded to beat the life out of Seig, he dropped his Katana and didn’t even bother to block an attack, what kind of man was this Seig to just take a beating. The sounds of sirens were filling the area and the Syndicate thugs stopped and all took off running in different directions.

Syndicate Thug: “We will get you again, the boss was right you are weak, too weak to know when to protect yourself, too weak to know when to use your potential… pathetic.”

He drew out his gun that had a rather large liquid bottle attached to it and he aimed it at Seig, Seig only looked to the man with the tranq gun and he grinned.

Seig: “Go ahead and fire…”

As he said that he was in mid sentence when the man fired the gun and a small needle flew too fast for the normal eye to see, but Seig turned and caught the needle between his two fingers and he smiled at the man and glared at him with his gold eyes and there was a slight glow coming from them.

Seig: “And when you do, I will not only catch your needle, but I will also take your life for underestimating me.”

As he spoke he aimed his other hand at the man and a gun shot out and seemed to appear in his hand as he fired one shot from the silver gun and it 4 bullet holes filled the mans head, but the strange thing was it only sounded like he fired one shot off, as he fired the gun he turned his back and with fire in his eyes he scooped his Katana up and let the sheathe slide off to let the gleam of his blade shine through the ally and take the torso of the man clean off his body. Seig than sheathed his blade and had it back at his side before the mans torso and lower half hit the ground.

Seig: “Only because you decided to finish the job, I chose to kill you. Syndicate trash. Let those that hunt me see your what happens to those that underestimate me.”

He holstered his gun back in the sleeve of his jacket and he picked up his dark sunglasses from the ground and he put them on, dusting himself off he walked off down the ally, he held back the pain that he felt inside his body after that beat down and he sighed when he wiped the blood clean on his face.

“What next, am I to have a beautiful Goddess steal my heart away and take me to the world of love, a place where I have never been before.”

He shook his head and just kept on walking down the road, down the now quiet evening of a world that showed no love to Seig Cross. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and fixed his jacket as he walked by bars and clubs.

“Love is not out there huh…”

He sighed again and kept walking.

 

[amon_darknight]

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[amon_darknight]

Another Bounty was issued and released.

Seig Cross
Shaggy blue hair, always sticking up two long bangs hang to his side of his face on either side
Alluring golden eyes, usually hidden by sunglasses
Skinny build, 5'8" lean but very defined

Wears a white button up shirt that he leaves half untucked to the side
Long jacket that hangs to his knees and is black
Shows only one weapon and that is a Katana
Dark black sunglasses

Seig has a bounty on his head because he stole information about chemical weapons from a rather large Syndicate, they want him back dead or alive, but preferably alive. Will pay 50000 dollars for his capture.

Seig usually hangs around bars and slums to lay low and stay out of trouble.

50000 was the old bounty, now its 100000 for dead and 500000 for alive and able to speak.

 

[Mistress Silver]

~OCC~ Wow . . . . . . I don't think I've ever been this involved with the creation of a character before. I'm loving it! Thank you Amon for allowing me to experience this! It will be a pleasure to write with Isis and yourself!

Character profile:

Name: Angel Randolph (A.K.A.: Silence.)

Age: 18

Occupation: Master Assassin and Bounty Hunter.

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 100 pounds, give or take a few.

Hair: Short, neatly spiked (not hard-core rock style), snow-white in color.

Skin: A creamy white ivory color with a clear complexion.

Face: Smooth forehead; thin, eloquently arched eyebrows; thick, long lashes; startlingly light powder blue eyes flecked with an amethyst violet; delicate, pert nose; passionately full, glossy lips; sculpted cheek bones that give her a delicate appearance; regally square jaw; an adorable cute stubborn chin, no dimple; delicate, elf-like ears that lend her an ethereal beauty.

Body: A neck that is a seduction of its own, long, but not overly so, it calls to all men to be nibbled and kissed; breast size is that perfect handful, not small, but not too big; a smooth stomach, firm and tone, hinting of muscle; hips curve in a gentle swell and beckon quietly for the loving attention of a man when walking; long, seducing legs often hide the ability to run fast enough to catch almost any prey; graceful arms instilling every gesture with femininity and beauty; soft, fragile hands and long elegant fingers intrigue the imagination, their loveliness isn't a complete guise, but they have easily striped many a soul of their life.

Clothes: A simple long sleeved, tight, white leather zip up coat, wearing nothing beneath that but a simple black bra; hip riding, snug fitting, white leather pants that flare just enough to hide white leather working boots.

Personality: Beside the obvious attraction to the color white? She's a cold hearted, icy veined, emotionless, silent killer. The most coveted assassin to exist and a master bounty hunter. Her bounty rewards are often cut in half because her victims are always delivered dead. To put it simply, she loves to kill and she's more than great at doing it. She is untraceable after she commits the job and many people doubt she even sleeps at all. However, no person existing knows her darkest desires. Not that she can tell a person and have them accept her words as truth, who would believe that a killer with her reputation would long to be loved? She doesn't talk much and those that can get her to do so should feel privileged as she skillfully terminates their existence.

Martial Art Styles: Jittejutsu, Wushu, Shaolin Ch'uan Fa.

Weapons: (2) Yoshimitsu Tantos: strapped to each thigh; (2) Jitte: wears them strapped to her thighs, behind her tantos; (1) Water Song Sword: worn on her left hip.

Quick Weapon Information:
Jitte: A versatile weapon that could be used to attack the neck and head of an opponent, but its primary use was a sword catcher and deflector. There are many stories of jittejutsu "masters" snapping katana blades or disarming their owners.

Water Song Wushu Broadsword: Often known as simply the "water song sword". The sword has an ultra-flexible high carbon blade, tapering to almost paper-thin at the tip. At barely a pound in weight, the sword is very quick and the "Water Song", (caused by vibrating the the blade) is very audible.

Yoshimitsu Tantos: Yoshimitsu Tanto Yoshimitsu, of the Edo period, was regarded as one of the three greatest swordsmiths of Japanese history, but his tantos are revered as the best. In period Japanese society, gift giving was an integral part of proper etiquette and rewards for service were usually bladed weapons. For the Tokugawa family, blades by Yoshimitsu and his descendants were thought to be extremely auspicious.

1. Water Song Sword: At her deadliest when wielding this sword as it tends to link with her most secret self. She fights with sorrow when dancing with this blade and the song it sings tells that to her opponents.
2. Jittes: Though not as dangerous with these weapons as she is with her sword, she fights in anger. A form of tunnel vision obscures her attention from all else, but killing her enemy when she draws these from their sheaths.
3. Tantos and Hands: The first weapons she uses in a fight. With these she enjoys feeling the life of her victims flee out of their bodies as she rips through one person or a crowd of many. Her love of killing is most apparent when these are held by her loving hands. Should the tantos or jittes not be enough to accomplish her task they become highly accurate throwing projectiles.

 

[Mistress Silver]

I watch my target walk away from the corpse of a man he had just slaughtered. This one is a killer, a fight for me. Could he maintain that title while facing me in combat?

The thought of spilling hot, wet blood onto the earth's surface made my body heat with anticipation. I close my eyes and imagine the fight. A deadly dance of blades, a joining of two passions, deadly intents clash, and sparks fly between us.

He stole information from a syndicate, did he? Why? I quietly ask these things to myself within my mind. Echoes of the questions are the answers I receive.

I silently walk along the tops of the roofs as I follow my prey. Just like all of my other victims, he would die. They always died. I loved to kill them, couldn't help myself. I seem to have an affinity for ending lives.

Want is something I'm not feeling with the man I'm stalking. Not at all, I'm lusting to end his life. He seems like he'd be an excellent fight. Long, hard, and rough, but knowing exactly what he is doing. The moment when I plunge my tantos into his gorgeous body will be a climactic experience worthy of being deemed an orgasm.

My boots move soundlessly over the roof of the building and my leather knows to be silent. I'm on the prowl and I smell fresh meat.

 

[amon_darknight]

Seig

He walked down the street and he felt someone was watching him, he only shook his head.

“Bounty Hunters… pieces of trash…”

He pointed his sword with the sheathe still on it at the roof tops and he kept on walking. He walked into a bar and sat down in the first bar stool.

“Please, one beer.”

The bar tender nodded and gave him what he asked for, Seig slid him a few dollars and smiled.

“So have you heard anything on new bounties, like how much Seig Cross is worth?”

The bartender looked to him and shook his head.

Bartender: “Yeah, I heard he was worth almost half a million alive. Don’t you think you are a little out of your league to chase after a bounty such as that one?”

Seig only laughed a bit and nodded.

Sieg: “Yeah, he is way out of my league, but I was only curious.”

He sipped his beer and hoped no one disturbed him, except for the love of his life, which he knew would never come. Only death comes for him, or those that wish him dead.

Sieg: “Love is all I want…”
Bartneder: “What you say boy?”
Seig: “I didn’t say anything/”

Seig sighed and he just laid low.

 

[Mistress Silver]

"Bounty Hunters... pieces of trash..."

I hear his words from the roof and they are met with silence. He points his sword at me as he walks into a bar.

Without a thought I follow. I carelessly step off the roof of the building and hurl toward the ground. The air knocks my body askew and my face aims at the ground. The building walls pass me in blurs of gray, forlorn colors. The ground rushes to meet my innocent face; I cement my legs together as I straighten them and bend my upper body over them.

The bottom of my boots slam onto the ground and I drop into a crouch, letting my body naturally absorb the shock of the violent impact.

I inhale deeply, remaining motionless in my lowered position. I listen to the silence around me and enjoy it for a long while before exhaling the air within my lungs.

I stand smoothly and move quietly through the bar's door. It was a familiar place to me, I've killed here before.

"Love is all I want..." I hear my prey murmur.

The barkeep looks up lazily as he dries a beer mug and spots me. As the blood drains from his face his fingers weaken and the glass falls to the floor.

An explosion of glass silences the bar of sound. I quietly move forward toward this Seig Cross. My next victim.

I stand laconically at his side and toss the bounty bond on the bar before him to see. A large picture of him is centered in the paper and bold black letters are printed harshly on the bottom: Seig Cross: 100,000 dead. 500,000 alive and able to speak.

With a bold red marker I'd repeatedly circled the first option. I want him dead.

I wait for his reaction, subtly shifting my feet into a highly versatile stance. I hope he makes this fight one to remember, I think to myself numbly.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

ooc: sorry I missed all the fun already ^.^

Lilith Sloane some called her a goddess, to others she was known as an Angel, but to her hunted, she was known as a demon. She was young, and that mislead many a bounty of her skill, but none-the-less she had the training to undermine even the most cunning of her enemies. The beauty was tall, almost 5’7”, her figure was lithe and graceful, that body of a swimmer or a dancer. Her hair was the most distinguishing feature about her, a deep crimson color, like that of dried blood. For that reason, her boss called her “Red”, her real name was reserved for those who she was close to, but she had none, her true name was almost lost to her, except on some stray piece of mail. Her eyes were green, the swirling orbs were said to be able to entrance many a man.

As for Lilith herself, she was a closed off person. Feeding her lust with a string of one-night stands never did she attach herself to one person. Her expertise was the blade; in her mind it was a more intimate way to fight. Up close breath to breath, but then again her boss forced her to carry a small hand gun, the thing felt like a monster, the uncomfortable steel against the inside of her thigh where it was holstered. The two blades were at ankle height. But right now her body was free from metal, as bass boomed through her newest apartment. One passion this woman had was dance. The feeling, the beat, it spoke to her in a way nothing else could. That was one thing that most of her one-night stands thought odd, never would she have sex without music on. To her the passion was in the beat, and that’s where it stayed. Her body came to life as the tempo changed, in the dying light of day she gyrated, the orange glow from the balcony blanketed her. Her cat lay curled on her black leather couch; the couch was new, so new in fact that the feline almost blended into it.

Soon the music slowed and Lilith collapsed, panting onto the couch. Absentmindedly she stroked Loki, the cat pushing his fur against her hand. “You probably think I’m crazy too, don’t you?” she asked, her voice was low and deep, anytime she spoke it almost sounded seductive. The cat purred, and Lilith stood heading for the shower, as she turned on the water the pounding of it hitting the shower wall drowned out the sound of her fax machine. A new assignment came in as she disrobed and stepped into the steamy atmosphere.

 

[amon_darknight]

Seig

He only shakes his head as he watches the bar tender drop the glass and the look of fear hits his face.

“It is alright Bruck, I said love, not gay love…”

He than felt the presence behind him and saw the bounty paper with the big red circle over wanted dead. He sighed and quickly threw his hand back, there was nothing in his hand, but he pointed.

“If I were you, I would leave right now, before something bad happens, you see all is not what you think it really is. So back off and leave.”

He turned his body to look upon his enemy and he saw it was a very attractive woman with white hair that was spiked in the hottest way and the most alluring eyes he ever looked into, his plan was that if she made a move to draw a weapon, than he would put her down quite quickly.

“Look make any move for a weapon and I will shoot you so fast, that you wont even know what hit you, I am far more capable of things than what it looks like, but you do have your options. I do respect that you attacked with letting me know and not stab me in the back, but you see I cannot allow myself to be taken out by some bounty hunter.”

He watched her flinch a little bit, like almost thinking of making a move for one of her many blades he saw on her body and he jerked his arm forward and a handgun flashed out appearing in his hand and in your face, than the loud sound of a shotgun being pumped filled the room as Bruck stood ready to defend Seig.

“You see what I mean, you are way out of your league fighting me on my own turf. Bruck, feel free to blow a hole through her at any time if she dares make a move on me.”

He looked back to her.

“A “Street Sweeper” 12 gauge shotgun with a sawed off barrel is a hard gun to dodge out of the way of spray. Bullet proof or not, blood will spill, especially from my gun, hollow points, for your bullet proof bra.”

Seig chuckled a bit.

“Who are you, who are you working for, you don’t look like Syndicate Trash. Just a lowly bounty hunter it seems like. If I were you, I would put the pig stickers down and just walk out of here. Don’t ever chase me again.”

Seig smiled at her and held his gun steady.


Else where:

The fax machine faxed a copy of the bounty to her, the sign said:

Seig Cross
Shaggy blue hair, always sticking up two long bangs hang to his side of his face on either side
Alluring golden eyes, usually hidden by sunglasses
Skinny build, 5'8" lean but very defined

Wears a white button up shirt that he leaves half untucked to the side
Long jacket that hangs to his knees and is black
Shows only one weapon and that is a Katana
Dark black sunglasses

Seig has a bounty on his head because he stole information about chemical weapons from a rather large Syndicate, they want him back dead or alive, but preferably alive. Will pay 50000 dollars for his capture.

Seig usually hangs around bars and slums to lay low and stay out of trouble.

50000 was the old bounty, now its 100000 for dead and 500000 for alive and able to speak.



The sheet of paper gave the location of Seig as well, you knew right away that you were not the only one after this man.

 

[Mistress Silver]

I stand for a long moment, watching him with unblinking eyes and a slightly sad twist to my lips. He wants to know who I am, but I have never told anybody my name. People only know my tag.

"She's been in here once before, Seig. Remember the slaughter that happened here a year or so ago? She's responsible. They call her Silence." The man named Bruck informs my prey.

Two shotguns? Is that all? I've faced worse. A lot worse.

Kill, the word echoes softly within my head like a mantra of hope.

The tanto on my left thigh suddenly disappears. A gurgling sound follows a spray of blood splatter. I know it was a mistake to let . . . Bruck . . . survive my assault on his place 455 days ago.

The surrounding horde screams in startled surprise and fear, the sound slicks past my senses with a quick flicker of pleasure.

At the same time my tanto disappears, my right hand closes on Seig's pistol barrel, I spin left as he pulls the trigger. The shot revamps the far wall, but sadly no blood spills. With my back to him I hop backwards into his lap and fold the arm with the gun around my waist as if he's embracing me.

I lean my head against his shoulder and softly brush my lips against his ear. My very soft, sad voice is a musical contrast to the struggled gurgling of the barkeep, "Angel."

I slide from his lap and softly plant my feet onto the dirty floor. I am going to let him live for a few moments more while I prepare myself for our fight. That is if he is capable of serving a seductive dish of fighting finesse.

I quietly walk around the bar top to the now quite dead fool. I slowly pull the tanto from his neck. I close my eyes and softly bite my lower lip as the sound of cold steel leaving a fresh kill caresses my ears.

It ends too soon and I'm left with an empty, incomplete feeling within my stomach and heart.

I grab the tanto from my right thigh and pause to enjoy the uncertainty of the crowd. Done, with that I'm suddenly rushing the people that are huddled together in the corner. Safety in numbers? No such break this night.

Five quickly fall under the silent skill of my blades before the first of them have time to react and scream. I slaughter through them, avoiding the blood splatter from extremely violent wounds. With each fleeting life my pleasure and joy increases. I loose myself in it and my musical laughter blends eerily with the desperate cries for help.

One man tries to fight back. His fist rushes over my shoulder as I sidestep it with an uncaring attitude and unconscious grace. I turn and before his hand is drawn back for another throw, I impale the back of his fist with my right blade.

"God damn you! Fucking bitch!" He screams at me.

His right fist is fired at me. That too is easily dodged and I pull the blade from his hand. I proceed to rapidly stab his unguarded body. Each piercing of my tantos into his flesh slices through a vital organ.

I watch him fall to the floor stunned and pouring black blood from his mouth. You'll always be able to tell the extent of damage to a person by the color of his blood. If it is close to black, like the man I just killed, it means that the blood is richly oxygenated and is coming from important parts of the body.

I turn my attention to the last few survivors. No body will remain alive. Not a single one.

 

[amon_darknight]

Seig

He smiled.

“Well, I do remember that incident, well for two reasons, one: I had to help you clean the place up and 2: I had to FUCKING help you clean the place.”

He chuckled.

“But really, that was marvelous work, but she is here now and she wants to kill me, now do you think that is right Bruck?”

Bruck shook his head and stood ready with his large shotgun.

“Silence, now that is a cool nick name, I wish I could have a nick name like that, I only have Seig, his big shotgun is something to worry about my dear, I am sure you have dealt with much worse, but his is a custom design, higher fire power, large spray, more ammo, quicker rate of fire, nasty shit. I would hate to fight him with only pig stickers like those at your side.”

Seig again chuckled, but soon that chuckled stop as he saw her dash forward and sink her tanto into his good friends neck and than he saw the life essence of a dear friend spilling out of him onto the ground. Seig’s eyes went wide and than filled with anger and rage. He flicked his arm and out flashed a chrome black handgun and it pointed at her, but with all the anger and rage dulled his senses and she quickly grabbed the arm of his gun and before she could attmpt to disarm him, he fired a shot off that hit nothing, but to his surprise, she wrapped his arm around her waist and she leaps into his lap like they were lovers, Seig was taken by surprise by this and didn’t know what to think.

“Wha… are you…”

He than let a soft almost purr out as he closed his eyes for a brief instant as she brushed her lips against his ear, than he heard the word she spoke.

“Angel, what do you mean?”

He didn’t know what was going on, but he loved the feeling of her body on his, it was amazing, not even when he got lap dances did it feel this good.

“Yes you are an Angel, sent from the heavens. But why are earth are you here to kill me?”

He felt you move your ass over his lap and he started to stiffen a bit down there and he soon saw you slide off and start your killing of the innocents, Seig only breathed deep, as he watched you slaughter the cattle known as people, but when you left one to suffer and die slow, he fired a shot from his handgun and took his life.
“It is a shame to see that you like to see people suffer, that breaks the code of the Samurai, a code in which I follow, I would like to be able to call myself a Samurai.”

His handgun was holstered back in his sleeve and he held his Katana to the side.

“Please I do not wish to fight, but I will defend myself, and I do not wish to see any more innocents hurt. Why do we have to fight, is it the money, or is it something else.”

He gripped his Katana and looked to you.

“Please, peace.”

He stared at you through his dark sunglasses.

 

[Mistress Silver]

A single shot shatters the silence and a bullet robs me of my pleasure. Angrily I clench my teeth together, the tension throws my jaw muscles into stark relief. Slowly I turn to face him and uncaringly note his katana.

I listen as he talks about the honorable code of warriors long past. I wonder, does he truly think that I care about hurting innocents? Time has progressed to the point that babies once untainted are born with lusty greed. Innocence is a thing of the past. I might have hoped that he understood this, but I am clearly mistaken.

If he thinks I do this for the money he is a complete fool. If I had wanted the money I would have circle the second option on the paper.

He wants to fight with a katana? I'd show him what my pig stickers were crafted for, but first. The care of my babies.

I bend down and grab the front of a man's slightly bloody shirt. As I brace my foot on the man's head I effectively rip the cloth from his body. Patiently and with the dedicated love that only a killer has for her weapons I wipe the blood from my tantos.

I critically examine the silver blades and muse to myself, he thought I was an angel from heaven? If that is as he so claims, than I must be the seraphim that wields the sword of fiery destruction. I sigh, another worthless role for me to play on this perishing planet.

Finally, I am ready and so are my blades. I step over dead bodies as I move slowly toward him. My every step is a gloss of movement that is untempered by graceless impurities.

I finally stand in front of him and sheath my tantos for a moment. With both hands I reach for his face. Slowly, my fingertips trace the skin and the features of his face.

Without asking or any sign of hesitation I grab his glasses and throw them onto a nearby table. Finally, I get to look into his eyes. A small smile curves my lips as I gaze deeply into their golden depths. In a few seconds I've judged him.

My left hand grabs his sword hand and my right retrieves a single tanto from my thigh. I kick the sheath from his blade and press it against my throat as I press my tanto against his.

"Kill me," I whisper my words upon a pained sigh. I wait for his sword to part the skin at my throat and end my life.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

ooc: i better get in on the action here!

Red had long ago stepped from the shower and dressed. Glancing at her fax machine she didnt take the time to actually read it. "Loki, read it while I'm out will ya? Report back if it's anything," she joked as her cat shot her a quizzical glace. Smilingly she donned her jacket and walked from her apartment.

"Mmm, sweet vodka," she mused to herself in the lift on her way to the ground floor. She was going out for a drink, and hopefully a nice bite of a man to keep her lust from over flowing. With a smile she hummed as she stalked down the sidewalk to one of her favorite haunts. Stepping in she immediately saw something was amiss. Closing the door without a noise, she hid in the nook of the doorway watching as a woman began to kill people in the bar.

~Never can I have a normal night out,~ she mused to herself as she retrieved the small gun from beneath her short skirt.

 

[amon_darknight]

This was all very strange, he has never encountered a bounty hunter like this, it was like she had no mind. He watched her clean her blades and take the up most care for them, like they were part of her soul.

“We both take care of our weapons, like they were a part of our very souls, if not are very soul. I love this Katana very much, it is apart of me, but…”

He than grips the handle and stands ready to defend himself if she attacked, the blades she had were quick weapons, she would strike quick and gracefully, like the wind, so he would have to be on guard, but when she sheathed her blades and reached up for his face, he only clenched his jaws and tightened his grip on his sword and stood ready to draw his guns. To his surprise she didn’t attack, she only took his sunglasses from him and looked deep into his eyes. His eyes could tell you a story of pain and sorrow, like everything he ever had and wanted was taken from him, like love was never apart of his life, nothing but lonliness and darkness filled his eyes. What was she looking at, what was she looking for?

“What are you doing?”

He than felt her take his sword hand and than she kicked the sheathe off his Katana with much grace as she than pressed it against her throat, he looked to her and didn’t know what to think, but when she pressed her blade to his throat, he knew what this was.

“Just what the hell do you think you are doing… don’t force a battle of choice death, you don’t want that. Please don’t…”

He looked to her and shook his head as he felt the cold sharp point of her blade poking his throat.

“Please I don’t want to kill you, and I know you don’t want to kill me… well maybe you do want to kill me, but you have no idea of what you are doing, the Syndicate will not pay the bounty… they are lying to get what they want… use your head. Don’t do this… please.”

He saw that she was not going to back down, so he grabbed her blade and drew blood as soon as he touched it, seeing how sharp it was he used force to draw it down, blood spilling to the ground, he clenched his teeth and used more strength to force it down, he than stabbed his Katana into the ground and there was a almost spark of electricity as it stabbed the ground, he kept his eyes on yours as he raised his hand to your sword and his gun flashed out and he caught it in his hand and fired a shot to strike the blade she held, he knew what would happen and when it ricocheted back into the wall, he gulped as he thought it might hit him or her. He leapt back as he grabbed his sword and fired a few more rounds in the area of the woman called Silence. As he saw her go for cover, he turned and sheathe his Katana and he ran for the door.

“I do not battle and kill women, it is against my code of Honor. I bid you farewell.”
As he walked out the door he spun around and fired a few more shots, that was clearly cover fire and he saw the blood red hair of a woman in the dark corner watching him. Just his luck, when he wanted the company of women they never came, but now they were coming to kill him, he knew she was another hunter, just by the way she watched him. He put his sword to the side on his belt and he pointed at her and another handgun slung out into his hand.

“Please if you are a hunter, don’t come for me… I am not worth it.”

He felt the burning sensation of the blood flowing from his hand and he fired more rounds off that kept “Silence back and seeking cover, it seemed that Seig was quite a good shot, just what else was this man capable of, concealed weapons, complete lack of care for his own self, a code of Honor he followed, just what else was he capable of? He ran down the ally and fell down to the concrete.

“Fuck… damn Angel, damn sharp as her ice cold heart blades… I should have broke those…”

He ripped a piece of his jacket off and he tied it off over his hand.

“Damn, this is going to take a while to heal”

He picked himself up and he made his way to a hotel, where he would rest, he kept looking over his back to make sure that woman was not following him, but he could not take his mind off of her, and there was another one, that red head. Was she there to fight as well, to collect the bounty?

“Damn, why do women want me now, but not it a good way. All I want is a lover.”

When he got to the hotel, he checked himself in and got his room where he rested, but on full guard.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Lilith watched the man leave the scene and she was soon behind him. It was not hard to track him, he was going to a nearby hotel and Red hung back. Waiting for him to settle down she slowly climbed the stairs and knocked gently, she had no idea what had happened but she was determined to find out.

"Hey I'm not hunting you," she said softly into thje crack of the door. If she wanted to she could have kicked that door in with one shot of her foot.
Sliding her gun into's holster on her thigh. "OPen up," she said a little louder as she adjusted her skirt.

 

[amon_darknight]

He was resting on the bed, the events of the day was taking a toll on him. He suddenly heard a knock on the door and a soft and gentle voice.

“What the hell… who are you… what are you doing here?”

He stood up and went to the door and looked through the peep hole, he saw it was that red headed woman, a absolute Goddess. He gulped and heard her tell him that she was not hunting him. That was an obvious lie.

He patted his sleeves and he drew out from his back a chrome black metal hand gun that was large and he opened the door and let her in.

“What the hell do you want.”

He had a pair of sunglasses on and he looked to her through them. He thought back and knew he left his other ones at the bar, but it was alright, he had a few more.

“So if you are not hunting me, what the hell are you doing following me.”

You saw he had a large gun in his hand and his Katana in reach of him.

“Speak, or leave.”

He looked her body over and noted that she had to be a Goddess. This was his luck now, two beautiful women in one day trying to kill him.

“Life…”

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

"Actually I wanted to know what happened at the bar," Red pushed past him and walked into the room with an air of indifference. "Was that Silence back at the bar? You must be really bad to have someone like her following you, arent you going to be a gentleman and offer me something to drink? Oh well dont bother, come here, let me see your hand, I can fix it for ya," Red flicked her hair our of her eyes and looke up at him.

"Please, I havent done anything for you not to trust me," Lilith said with a genuine smile on her face.

 

[amon_darknight]

He saw her push her way past him and he watched her.

“Yes she is after me and I have done many bad things, but the bounty is not real, its just a way for them to get me to come in. She killed many innocents in there and she killed Bruck…”

He put his head down and shook his head.

“Something to drink? Oh, excuse my manners, I just got in, so I don’t have anything, but why are you here and why are you not trying to collect the bounty?”

He still didn’t trust her and he kept a tight grip on his gun. He than saw that smile on her face and he again shook his head.

“I know you have not done anything to lead me to mistrust, but you know how it is, if you say you are here for peace, than I will agree to it.”

He walked over and handed you his hand, you saw it was wrapped poorly with a piece of his jacket.

“Just who are you, and what is Silence about, she is crazy. She could probably kick my ass, I got lucky, but you, I don’t know anything about you. Please if you have a weapon, place it to the side.”

He pointed his gun to you and smiled.

“Just a little precaution. Please, no offense.”

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Red nodded, "Fair enough," Letting go of his hand she slid her hand between her legs, smirking she unvelcroed the holster from her thigh and placed it on the table. "I come in peace, I dont have a bounty for you, well not yet, so don't worry, listen My names Red," she said smiling up at him.

"I dont know much about silence but she's said to be almost as deadly... well pretty lethal." Red caught herself, "Now let me fix that hand and we can talk." she said sweetly

 

[amon_darknight]

He watched her put her gun down and he sighed.

“Doesn’t anyone walk around with out a gun now a days, jeez…”

He than looked to you as he heard your words, than you stopped yourself.

“Why do I got a feeling that you are not telling me a lot of things. Silence, she is something that I am going to have to worry about, the good thing is she seems not to use guns at all. And that is good.”

He walked over to her and he showed her his hand again, badly bandaged and bleeding.

“So Red is your name, my name is Seig, Seig Cross. It is a pleasure to meet you, and for you to patch up my hand.”

He smiled at her and he watched her every move.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

"Sit," Red said as she stepped over into the bathroom, and took up a washcloth, and wet it from the warm water from the tap. Slowly she walked over to him and unwrapping it she cleaned away the blood from the cut and held it there.

"Well like I said, your not my bounty yet, so I can treat you as an ally until then," she smiled up at him as she knelt there and dabbed the blood away.

"Well, I was going to the bar for a drink and then I met you, so I guess the drink will have to wait," she joked as she sat back still holding his hand between hers gently.

 

[amon_darknight]

He felt like she was really telling the truth, so he decided to take a chance. He sat down next to her and he gazed into her eyes through his sunglasses.

“Just going to the bar huh? Well when will I become your bounty, or target shall I say, I hate to make enemies, especially two beautiful women, like you and Silence. This is too bad.”

He looked back and he pulled away from her as she held his hand to clean the wound. He opened the mini bar and pulled a small bottle of whiskey out.

“I guess I had something to drink after all, here you go Red.”

He let go of the towel and more blood came from the wound.

“Damn… I got to stop this.”

He walked over to the table where his small bag was and he popped a bottle open to take some kind of pill.

“So what is your plan?”

He had a bottle of aspirin in his hands and he sat down next to you and kept his hand in the towel.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

"Well my plan for tonight had been to trap a helpless man in my arms and have him for myself before casting aside his empty shell," Red states very seriously as she sits there and takes the mini bottle of whiskey. "I would sew up that wound but I have no sewing kit, unless you wanna come to my apartment, but after that I cant gaurentee you'll leave before morning, my boss watches my apartment."

ooc: sorry have to go for now, I'll post later ^.^

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her and he felt anger rise into him.

“Well if that is the case, fuck that shit… you know people like you make me know and believe that love is non existent in this world now, not that I am in love, but you would take a helpless man and have your way and than kill him, same with me. Now I know how love works.”

He holsteres his gun at his back and he picks up his Katana and he takes your piece as well.

“You wont be needing this.”

He dropped the pill bottle and he opened the door.

“I am grateful for your help, it has been great to meet you and I do hope you don’t start hunting me. It would be a damn shame to…”

He than closed the door and you heard a beep and than the top of the pill bottle opened and smoke started to fill the room. Seig ran again down the ally and didn’t know where he was going, he had to find some place to rest, he than saw a small hole by a few trash cans and he sat down and held his hand.

“Fuck that hurt…”

He looked around and saw that they had to come down the ally to get to him, there was no other way into the place. He smelled the aroma of garbage and almost hurled, but he soon grew used to it.

“Must rest…”

He closed his eyes and saw the trash cans covering him so he was hard to see.

“Peace at last.”

He sighed and rested lightly.

 

[Mistress Silver]

The hotel's lobby is quiet and I like that. A few people walk about and I restrain my hands from unsheathing my tantos and taking a few lives. The man at the front desk is young and modestly attractive. Not my type, but everyone is able to pleasure me as long as they are alive.

His smile is one of those boyish grins, "What can I do for you, Gorgeous?"

Quickly, but silently I hop over the counter. Before he can protest I press my lips against his. The move has the desired effect and his hands instantly move to grasp my tight ass. I push him onto an office chair and straddle his lap. Grinding hotly against his growing cock, which to my distaste isn't very big, I roll the chair to the computer and begin my task as he rubs my breasts and grinds himself against me. The little guy would have to become a man before he could make my blood boil in the manner that he is so desperately trying to do so now.

The hotel's computer system is quite topnotch and I am almost impressed. However, it will take more than a few passwords to stop me. Amusingly, they make it easy for me as the program they use has a very versatile code. It isn't long before I have a full list of room numbers and occupant names.

I scan easily through them and stop smilingly on a Mr. Roi S. Scegs. I have him now, room 212. One floor up. Now that I have the information I need I can enjoy myself for just a moment.

"Private," I whisper softly into the worker's ear. I lift myself from his crotch and follow him. He leads me to a locked door of which he quickly opens.

I kick the door shut behind me and he turns. My left hand clamps across his mouth and I push him against the closest wall. I coil my right hand and slam it violently into his sternum. The sound of breaking cartilage tickles my senses and I giggle softly. His screams are trapped behind my hand and he begins to struggle. I slug my fist into him once more, this time directly over his rapidly beating heart. I feel ribs snap and his eyes widen with surprise as he feels one impale his pulsating organ.

Tears start to leak from his eyes and travel over the skin of my soft hand, scalding and staining in a manner visible only to myself. I sigh sadly and remove my hand from his mouth. I gently press my lips to his and taste the salty fruits of my destruction.

"Be at peace," I whisper softly to him.

He nods slightly, as if he alone understands the black condition of my soul and holds no grudge against me. The boy's life drifts gently from his body and I lower him to the floor and position him in a comfortable manner.

I close his eyes gently with my left hand and with my right I fetch a small vile of silver liquid from a small pouch in my pants. I spray a single dose into his mouth and a few other burst of mist lightly coat the skin of his face and neck. The spray isn't a perfume, it is an amino acid that targets DNA and renders it into an unrecognizable shell that cannot be analyzed or traced. I neatly pack the small vile back into the tiny pouch in my pants.

I leave the room soundlessly and glide up the stairs to find my target and the bounty hunter called Red. I know of the woman as she has earned a respectable place among the top. She is good, better than good, she is great. So is my prey, they are both great warriors, if I may. However, I am not great, I am not even good, I'm in a class of my own. No single person can defeat me and I know of no elite task force with the ability to kill me. However, I am human and I know my every weakness and that is why I'm legendary, because only I know of them.

I pass a cleaning woman in the halls and grab her key card. As she begins to protest I push her against the wall, turn, and elbow her face through the plaster. The woman crumples to the floor dead and I feel my pleasure slowly start to stir.

Two hundred and twelve suddenly opens, I turn to the nearest door, smoothly open it with my newly acquired key card, step quickly inside, and silently shut it. I easily manage to do this without being seen or heard.

I feel as much as I hear him pass, I know who it is. It is my prey and he's running away. Fleeing from Red? What a coward. I wait for a long moment before I open the door and continue to his room. I heard only one set of feet move past. Red has stayed behind. As I approach the room I see a white gas billowing slightly from the crack beneath the door.

I run toward the door and as I near it I leap to the opposite wall. My left foot firmly finds purchase against it and I fire myself toward the closed door. Wood splinters as the door burst from its hinges.

Red is sprawled across the bed unconscious. I grab her wrist and drag her quickly from the gaseous room. I may have been smaller than the bounty or the hunter, but I'm just as strong as the both of them. I drag her down the hall to a peaceful section of the hotel. I open a door and pull her inside.

I fling her body onto the bed and make sure she is comfortable to slight degree. To ensure she knows who saved her from the gas trap, toxic or not, I slice the skin of her right palm with one of my tantos.

I leave the room quietly and, once more, follow my prey.

It isn't hard to track him, I simply follow the trail of blood drops to another alleyway. It is beyond me why he is so fond of them. Silently I approach his sleeping form, I watch him for a moment as he sleeps. My heart slowly and a smile curls my lips, he's kind of sexy when he's blissfully unaware.

I suddenly grab him and throw him against the wall where I dispatch my fists into his stomach, chest, and face in a rapid-fire manner. Oddly, my fist are not thrown to cause him any serious damage, just a little revenge for shooting my tanto. Before he is able to react I finish with a roundhouse kick to his left cheek which forces him to the dirty ground.

I greet him with a cold, smoldering fire in my eyes.