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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 11, 2014 18:36:26 GMT -8
His instincts were finely tuned, sharp and deadly. They had trained him to kill, to do relentlessly and without mercy. All while under the influence of the serum. The real young man had been snubbed out long ago. Just like his target would be. From atop a small building, the horned skygge watched silently, tail once again twitching with anticipation. When he spotted his prey, the cat nearly pounced. But he had to wait. Not yet. And this couldn't be a quick death.
Collapsing back into the shadows, the skygge slithered down the side of the building, riding the shadows as he did so. Upon reaching the ground, his cloded mind decided it was now or never. The shadow darted forward, approaching the target from behind. His heart beat quickly as already adrenaline coursed through him, already itching to fight and kill like a beast running only on instinct. From out of the shadows, his hands reached up, trying to curl around the target's legs, trying to pull, trying to cause him to fall. Torture first. Then death.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 11, 2014 23:02:21 GMT -8
The world slipped out from under him. While panic blinded him, his body knew what to do. When he landed, he twisted and tried to kick who dared to try and trip him, and then he rolled back and away from his attacker, pulling out what looked like pepper spray. Holding it up, he tried to aim at the attacker's face. If the attacker wasn't yet out of his shadow, or had fallen back into his shadow, Rick felt his heart grow and fill his chest.
They hired an assassin to kill him.
Of course they would have, but it felt all to unreal. He was going to die.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 12, 2014 5:30:56 GMT -8
The assassin had fallen back into the shadows when the target had turned on him. And suddenly his foggy mind became aware of the fact that he was only ever taught how to sneak in and kill. The shadow darted behind the escaped slave once more and instead of trying to trip him again, the skygge decided now was the time to pounce. So he did. Jumping up, he tried pushing the target to the ground, tried landing himself on his back, tried pulling out his knife to press it to the young man's neck, only if he had been able to wretch his head back. This only happened if Cloudy wanted it to.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 12, 2014 9:19:06 GMT -8
A grunt left Rick as he found himself getting very close and personal with the ground. Panic blinded his eyes once again when he felt the knife press to his his neck. With his mouth twisting, he let out a pained gasp when his head was wrenched back. This is it. Rick found fear inside his chest from where he hadn't seen it before. Once again, motor-memory took over, and his elbow slammed back to try and hit the man. "What do want?" Rick cracked with shaky breaths leaving him.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 12, 2014 11:35:09 GMT -8
Except the skygge didn't respond; he couldn't. While his masters had been able to teach him the art of killing and stealth while dosed, they couldn't teach him how to speak, only to understand. And since the assassin guy is not actually supposed to kill Rick, perhaps having an elbow thrown back at him was something he didn't expect, thus causing him to lose his stance, but not his balance, and let go of his prey's head. This probably left an opening for Rick to do something, since the sudden attack left the skygge stunned for a moment as he attempted to regain his stance. Dina is sorry.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 12, 2014 13:00:46 GMT -8
Noticing the man's opening, Rick tried to twist himself so he could slam his arm into the man's nose. Perhaps this distracted him well enough so that Rick could turn fully to him, bringing up the pepper spray to the man's eyes and he sprayed his face, his heart thundering in his chest. Then, perhaps, he kicked the man as hard as he could and crawled away. All thoughts in his brain were gone--absolutely silent.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 12, 2014 14:28:30 GMT -8
Well, that was definitely something he didn't expect. The skygge let out a sharp cry of pain when his nose was punched, dropping his curved knife. Blood had already managed to seap down into the black fabric of the bandanna that covered half of his face before he was assaulted by pepper spray. This was certainly too much for his foggy mind to handle. The skygge fell back, hiding his pained faced in his hands. But instinct and adrenaline continued to course through him, causing him to reach for his knife and stand, trying one last time to slash at Rick. Even though his last attempt was probably a complete failure, considering the fact that the skygge couldn't even see, tears crawling down his cheeks because of the stinging pepper spray.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 12, 2014 14:44:45 GMT -8
Rick tried to fall back to avoid the slash, but it cut open his clothes and nicked his chest. Clenching teeth, Rick launched forward, hopefully avoiding the knife, to knock the man down. If this worked, Rick tried his best to flip the guy over. He must have wrangled a ton of people before to know how to do this. The thought made his stomach twist as he tried to tie his hands together, his heart skipping in his chest. Perhaps he recognized the look in this man's eyes: the serum. Maybe if he... maybe he could free this guy. One last act. Rick couldn't let him go. If he found him once, he would only find him again. His heart twisted. Plus, the guy tried to trip him--not instantly kill him. That must have meant they wanted him to have a painful death.
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Post by Dina Doo on Oct 13, 2014 9:28:40 GMT -8
Despite being tied up and struggling to see, the skygge continued to thrash about, trying to kick and rolling over. His clouded mind decided this was not over, he hadn't lost. Not yet. His head throbbed painfully, but being on the serum probably clouds/numbs senses like that since the person becomes a walking zombie. The assassin tried accessing his shadow magic so he could escape that way. But something blocked that, blocked out his magic. With a snarl, he tried rolling onto his back, or at least away from Rick. When in doubt, rolling away solves problems.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Oct 13, 2014 15:28:11 GMT -8
Rick allowed him to roll for a bit, his eyes wide with shock. Then, he tried to move over and plop down on this guy's legs so he could make a tie between his feed so he couldn't run away. Instead of asking questions, he decided to just focus on making the knots. They bugged his mind anyways. Since when did he know how to tie a knot? Since when did he know how to wrangle someone? How many people had he done this to before? Guilt wrenched his guts.
Then, Rick stepped over to the struggling maniac, dropping to a knee. "Sorry, this might hurt." He took out a knife and turned it to slam the butt end of it to the back of the guy's head in hopes of making him pass out. Gods hope he didn't kill him.
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