Wings

[Sayci]

((Are you waiting on me rockerchic? I wasn't sure if you just got really busy suddenly or if you wanted me to post more on it.))

 

[LightofHeaven]

((I think its rockerchic's move, unless shes awaiting donkey, too ))

 

[rockerchic]

((Are you waiting on me rockerchic? I wasn't sure if you just got really busy suddenly or if you wanted me to post more on it.))

((yea, i've been waiting for you. Your character is driving to go see your other character, so there isn't really anything i can do.

I'm also waiting on donkey.))

 

[Sayci]

((Oh, I'm sorry! I wanted to give you another chance to dialogue if you needed it!))

Elana pulled into an abandoned warehouse garage and turned off the car, "Here's home." A gentle smile graced her young face as she tried to reassure the young bearer.

A door slammed open in the dirty garage as a fair haired man walked into the room. His face was streaked with worry and anger, "Elana! Where did you go? And where on earth did you get a car?"

Elana's smile widened and she quickly exited the car and threw herself into a tight hug with her older brother.

 

[rockerchic]

Sly looked out the car window.The place didn't look very much like a home. Elana burst out of the car and ran toward her brother. Sly slowly got out of the car and began to walk toward the hugging pair. Sly let out a small smil and waved. When the two finally stopped hugging the man turned and Sly saw his face. Sly knew he had seen that man before, but where? Then it hit him, and a look of terror came on his face. That was Jazen, one of his father's top agents. Sly panicked., he didn't know what to do. Without saying he word, he just ran away from Elana and Jazen as fast as he could.

((he cant run that fast, and he wont risk flying.))

 

[LightofHeaven]

Lex just watched Cerie as she she spoke; too tired to argue. She didn't give him any time to say anyhing anyway. He watched her drop out of sight and just stood there. He heard the screen door slam and then it was silent.

After a moment, Lex sighed, gazing up at the moon. "Someday..." he whispered. "It will all be over."

 

[Donkey_Kong_JR]

((sorry about the absence, been busy.))

As the bearer snapped his ropes Stinger’s men pulled out their guns. The bearer wasn’t moving very fast so by the time Stinger’s men had their guns on him, he wasn’t very high. “Wait.” Stinger ordered, “I’ll take care of this.” He grinned as he raised his hands at the bearer. The jewels on his gauntlets glowed. Stinger swooped downward with his hands. As he did a mighty force came down on the bearer, pushing him to the ground.

 

[Sayci]

"I was worried about you, crazy girl. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Jazen turned his gaze onto the car, there was a boy inside.

Elana smiled, relief was pouring over her at the competent spirit her brother added to any situation. The car door slammed shut as Sly bolted out of the garage. Elana's eyes widened in confusion and she jumped up into the air, swooping down onto the young boy with her black wings outstretched. She tackled him into the grass and they rolled to a stop, "Whoa! Sly stop!"

 

[rockerchic]

"Stop! stop! let me go! dont you know who he is? he's one of them. he's gonna take me!" There was real fear in Sly's eyes. "got off of me! let me go!" Sly began to push on Elana as hard as he could, but his little arms were very effectiv at pushing the teenager off.

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Leo was suddenly brought out of the sky and slammed onto the ground with great force. "ahhhhh, " he was still concious but in great pain. The farce had him pinned to the ground. he couldn't get up even if he had the strength to, which at this point he wasn't to sure he had.

 

[Sayci]

"Sly! Sly! It's okay! He's not an agent anymore! It's okay!" Elana wrapped her hands around his flailing wrists.

Jazen jogged up behind them, "Shh, we need to be quieter, we can't draw attention over here."

 

[rockerchic]

Even as Elana held his wrist he still struggled. He found it hard to belive her. "no, no, dont let him take me. Dont let im bring me back there. I cant go back there. I cant go back there." now tear were forming in his eyes, as he lay with his back on the ground he could see Jazen coming towards them. "he'll take you too. dont trust him." Sly said through his tears.

 

[TheCheat1]

((LoH, am I supposed to come in now or another time? ))

 

[Sayci]

Elana's eyes filled with compassion, the poor child was terrified of her brother, "Sly, please calm down. He's not an agent anymore. Look, look at his wrist the jewels are gone. See?" Elana motioned to Jazen to come closer and hold out his arm.

Jazen complied and pushed back his dark blue sleeve of the button down shirt he wore. The skin on his arm was darkly tanned except for a section of his wrist, which was pale with ugly scars from where the Jeweled Gauntlet had been mounted into his flesh and ripped from it sometime later, "I gave it up, Sly. When I saw that my sister, Elana, was a bearer, I realized just how evil this was. I'm sorry that you saw me when I was still a part of them, I regret what I did under their service, every day."

 

[TheCheat1]

"Good." Hugh leaned forward and rested his elbow on the desk, his free hand moving across the smooth surface of of the expensive cherry desk. "I am willing to keep this evidence from the authorities under certain conditions." He paused. "But first, we must discuss matters in person. I will expect to meet you in your office tomorrow at twelve o'clock sharp. No objections. Good eveningik to you, Zeve."

Click.

Hugh set the phone gently in its holder and sat back, pressing his fingers together and smiled. Soon, very soon, Zeve Beraht would be in his hands. He would do as Hugh asked or he would suffer. If not by pain, then Hugh had other ways to break him.,

A knock at the door broke the silence. Hugh smilked again. "Come in."

((Bio: http://christianforums.com/showthread.php?t=7313264))

Sleur stepped inside the office and the door closed behind him. A chair slid across the floor to meet him, and he sat, being very careful not to wrinkle his dark-red blazer. He was completely mismatched. He was wearing blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a double-breasted blazer. He looked ridiculous. And he loved it. He took off his hat and his wavy auburn hair stretched back to its original shape. He adjusted the buttons on his right sleeve and smirked. “Hello, Mr. Hugh,” he said quite plainly. A small surge of enjoyment plastered itself onto his cold heart. The only reason he didn’t kill ‘Mr. Hugh’ right now is because the man had promised him more opportunities for fun.

Sleur didn’t think of himself as a murderer, per se. It was more like, he was the hunter, and his victims were simply weak fawns in the headlights. He was doing the world a favor and having a good time doing it. He killed people for the sport of it. Too bad, Mr. Hugh looked like he’d be fun to toy with. He was so powerful. What would he look like, if that power were just to… slip away? Or be taken by force? Sleur would enjoy holding him against a wall, watching him struggle, smiling as he cut—no, he had to stop now; there was no use in letting his imagination run wild. He could not kill Mr. Hugh; Mr. Hugh was much stronger than Sleur. He was for the moment, at the very least. Conserve yourself, he thought, and one day maybe you can have fun with Mr. Hugh. For now, he had a job to do.

He was about to find out what that job was, where it would take him, and the maximum—or he hoped, minimum—number of heads he could roll. He leaned back and let out a quiet sigh of desire. There were pens on Mr. Hugh’s desk. Very tempting. Sleur smiled.

 

[LightofHeaven]

"Good evening, Sleur." Hugh said as the madman entered. He watched him as he sat and sighed\. He saw his eyes wander to the pens on his desk. Hugh knew Sleur's murderous ways, but Hugh was calm. "You may want to limit your use of those." Hugh said, referring to Sleur'sz telekinetic powers. "Well, are hyou ready for a mission?"
N

 

[TheCheat1]

Mr. Hugh’s voice was calm. Sleur liked that, his victims were always so flustered. “Of course.” Sleur’s eyes drifted from the pens to meet Mr. Hugh’s gaze. Cold, unnerving, unflustered—they shared that much. But what was different was that there was something else in Mr. Hugh’s eyes. Sleur couldn’t pinpoint it; he had no idea what it was. It felt foreign. For a moment, it threw him off. He instantly noticed his imbalance and straightened his tie. “Give me… details,” he said, and he added an emphasis to ‘details’. Sleur’s eyes drifted back to the pens, this time thinking of making them jiggle ever so slightly. Oh, how he wished he could just do it now! What would be the harm in putting just a few into Mr. Hugh’s overexposed neck? Who would be here to do anything? Surely no one would find out… but no, Mr. Hugh had promised him something more. And until he knew what that something was, he needed to keep Mr. Hugh alive. And once he was done with Mr. Hugh, he would need to catch him off guard.

And so he would wait until Mr. Hugh was done speaking. Then, and only then, he would step up to leave, extend his hand to Mr. Hugh, and as they shook hands he would fling three pens into his jugular—but just enough to send him to the floor. The fun would come afterwards.

 

[LightofHeaven]

Hugh smiled; almost chuc kling at Sleur's sudden unsteadiness. "So you are ready? Good." He folded his hands together and tapped his thumbs together. "Tomorrow at eleven 'o clock, you will be departing to New York with me by air." He paused to let this sink in. "You will be deployed to assist a new subject. I strongly discourage you to terminate this subject unless given the order." nother pause. "Understood?"

 

[TheCheat1]

Sleur frowned. What was he going to be doing, holding some old woman's hand as she walked across the street? This is not what he wanted. One of the pens shivered. "I was told that this would be a more violent mission," he muttered. "I don't do restrictions. If this is some babysitting job-- I'm not interested in anything of that nature." Sleur clenched his fists, he was becoming agitated. The pens almost called out to him now. Not... yet... he told himself, but he was quickly losing restraint. It was impossible for him to be around someone under normal circumstances. He had to play with something. His index fingers twitched. The pens started to vibrate. "Tell me this is something worth my time," he spat through a locked jaw. "You promised me something worthwhile."

 

[LightofHeaven]

"It is." Hugh responded, still smiling even as the pens on his desk began to vibrate. "You may have to deal with some stubborn individuals. However, this one is off-limits.He is needed alive for now."

 

[TheCheat1]

The pens stopped and Sleur relaxed. "Don't you lie to me again," he muttered, "Or I'll toss you around your office for a bit." He wasn't calm, but he was getting as close to it as he could. For the moment his desires were silenced. For the moment. "How many? Who do I get?" he asked with a hint of excitement. He wanted this more than he wanted food or water. He wanted the pleasure of watching someone beg for mercy and not get it. He was made this way, and he could not deny it. He needed to know more.