theredmuse0
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The rain drops slid down his face as he lay in the shadows of the forest, looking through his binoculars, waiting for the right moment to enter the building and finish his job. The flash of light caused his emerald green eyes to shimmer, his stone cold face perfectly structured to match his muscular defined body, short military cut hair. Ezekiel Grimes was his name, at 32, he stood at 6 feet 2 inches, taking care of himself well from his past of being in the military for 10 years, with a lethal background in being a killer. Even after leaving, he became just that, a high end contract killer hired by secret government agencies. It was the only thing he was good at, killing. He was a cold hearted man, aggressive, and cold. He never let his guard down, he never could, all the training and situations made him weary of his surroundings and people. And he was not a people person.
"Operations, I am now engaging the target." His deep husky voice muttered into his head set.
"Copy that Punisher 6, Comms out." With that he removed his hand from his neck piece, proceeding to his prime target.
Quickly and swiftly made he made his way to the large mansion holding his prime target. With a few obstacles in the way which now lay lifeless upon the ground, Ezekiel made his way to two wooden double doors. Slowly he turned the knob, pushing the door lightly open. The man lay there as he was being pleasured by a dark haired woman with a slender body, her mouth slowly and steadily worked his tool, as the mans fingers played with the womans ass, and pussy making her moan. Ezekiel slowly made his way in, with only a few feet distance between them the woman took notice, gasping she pulled away from the man she was teasing curling into the corner screaming. The man who was the target, sat up reaching for his night stand where a loaded M1911 lay. Without another second thought he shot once where the once alive man was, now lay lifeless, as the silk golden sheets slowly turned to a ruby red. The female yelled hysterically, making Ezekiel point the barrell of his gun towards her, instantly silencing her. The guards of the mansion seemed to have found the guards he tookm care of earlier for now all lights throughout the home were on. He turned away, hearing the girl whimpering. He now had to make his way to the cellar.
The cellar had a tunnel that led to the boat dock on the lake, his evacuation point. Swiftly taking out guards who came into his path, in a matter of moments he hurriedly strode down the stairs spotting the dimly lit tunnel way. Heading that way, a small noise and movement caught his site in a darkly cell. Curiously he made his way to the metal door, removing his flashlight, he flashed his light scanning the room, there she lay in a corner, shivering, bruised, and unconscious. She looked to have been in her early to mid twenties, but was unable to verify that, all he saw were the marks of whippings upon her body, old and new. But something inside him stirred, telling him to take her with him. He didn't know why but didnt think twice as he unlatched the cell door and found a blanket to wrap her in. As his muscular body lifted her, he felt her whimper, but paid no mind to it. As he held her body he made his way to his evac point.
"Zeke, what the hell are you thinking?! Why did you even bring that woman back with you? For all we know she could compromise your secrecy and might even turn on you!"
"Dom, shut the hell of and mind your own. I've done all these missions, never questioning any, so don't you dare question me and my doings. Are we done here?" He said as he stood already making his way to the door.
"You are relieve until your next assignment." Dom knew not to argue, and knew Ezekiel could take care of himself, but bring back a person? He didn't know what was up with him.
----
Ezekiel checked on the girl often in his guest bedroom, he didnt want to remove what little article of clothing she had to clean her up. She lay they curled up in a ball under the warmth of the covers in a simple queen sized bed. Her hair was black and knotty from the dirt in her hair. He could see tear streaks on her face from the dirt she lay in. Her body battered and bruised, he atleast bandaged her up well enough. He didn't know as to why he took her with him. Maybe he felt sorry for her, maybe he was as cold heart as people put him out to be. He just didn't know. His large body made his way out of the room to his study, slumping down in his chair, head in his hand. He didn't know what was going to happen when she awoke. Now all he did now was to wait.
OOC: So, my first male character, sorry if there are errors, I just had to get this off my mind and see how this turns up. Pm me if you want more details.
The rain drops slid down his face as he lay in the shadows of the forest, looking through his binoculars, waiting for the right moment to enter the building and finish his job. The flash of light caused his emerald green eyes to shimmer, his stone cold face perfectly structured to match his muscular defined body, short military cut hair. Ezekiel Grimes was his name, at 32, he stood at 6 feet 2 inches, taking care of himself well from his past of being in the military for 10 years, with a lethal background in being a killer. Even after leaving, he became just that, a high end contract killer hired by secret government agencies. It was the only thing he was good at, killing. He was a cold hearted man, aggressive, and cold. He never let his guard down, he never could, all the training and situations made him weary of his surroundings and people. And he was not a people person.
"Operations, I am now engaging the target." His deep husky voice muttered into his head set.
"Copy that Punisher 6, Comms out." With that he removed his hand from his neck piece, proceeding to his prime target.
Quickly and swiftly made he made his way to the large mansion holding his prime target. With a few obstacles in the way which now lay lifeless upon the ground, Ezekiel made his way to two wooden double doors. Slowly he turned the knob, pushing the door lightly open. The man lay there as he was being pleasured by a dark haired woman with a slender body, her mouth slowly and steadily worked his tool, as the mans fingers played with the womans ass, and pussy making her moan. Ezekiel slowly made his way in, with only a few feet distance between them the woman took notice, gasping she pulled away from the man she was teasing curling into the corner screaming. The man who was the target, sat up reaching for his night stand where a loaded M1911 lay. Without another second thought he shot once where the once alive man was, now lay lifeless, as the silk golden sheets slowly turned to a ruby red. The female yelled hysterically, making Ezekiel point the barrell of his gun towards her, instantly silencing her. The guards of the mansion seemed to have found the guards he tookm care of earlier for now all lights throughout the home were on. He turned away, hearing the girl whimpering. He now had to make his way to the cellar.
The cellar had a tunnel that led to the boat dock on the lake, his evacuation point. Swiftly taking out guards who came into his path, in a matter of moments he hurriedly strode down the stairs spotting the dimly lit tunnel way. Heading that way, a small noise and movement caught his site in a darkly cell. Curiously he made his way to the metal door, removing his flashlight, he flashed his light scanning the room, there she lay in a corner, shivering, bruised, and unconscious. She looked to have been in her early to mid twenties, but was unable to verify that, all he saw were the marks of whippings upon her body, old and new. But something inside him stirred, telling him to take her with him. He didn't know why but didnt think twice as he unlatched the cell door and found a blanket to wrap her in. As his muscular body lifted her, he felt her whimper, but paid no mind to it. As he held her body he made his way to his evac point.
"Zeke, what the hell are you thinking?! Why did you even bring that woman back with you? For all we know she could compromise your secrecy and might even turn on you!"
"Dom, shut the hell of and mind your own. I've done all these missions, never questioning any, so don't you dare question me and my doings. Are we done here?" He said as he stood already making his way to the door.
"You are relieve until your next assignment." Dom knew not to argue, and knew Ezekiel could take care of himself, but bring back a person? He didn't know what was up with him.
----
Ezekiel checked on the girl often in his guest bedroom, he didnt want to remove what little article of clothing she had to clean her up. She lay they curled up in a ball under the warmth of the covers in a simple queen sized bed. Her hair was black and knotty from the dirt in her hair. He could see tear streaks on her face from the dirt she lay in. Her body battered and bruised, he atleast bandaged her up well enough. He didn't know as to why he took her with him. Maybe he felt sorry for her, maybe he was as cold heart as people put him out to be. He just didn't know. His large body made his way out of the room to his study, slumping down in his chair, head in his hand. He didn't know what was going to happen when she awoke. Now all he did now was to wait.
OOC: So, my first male character, sorry if there are errors, I just had to get this off my mind and see how this turns up. Pm me if you want more details.
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