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Post by V on Dec 2, 2014 18:46:59 GMT -6
"I'm not sure they have a name for it yet West, I'm not sure I know either."
A small grin from the glint light as he was driving.
"But It's -fun- To be alive again."
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Post by West on Dec 2, 2014 18:55:00 GMT -6
The last part could send chills down your spine, he nearly shivered, but what kind of Satanist would he be if a demon got under his skin?
The answer: Human.
He let out a shiver as he kept his eyes on the driver, nearly in disbelief, of all the places to end up.
"And it's just random you're guarding LaVey's daughter?"
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Post by V on Dec 3, 2014 8:10:18 GMT -6
"Some say Guarding others say corrupting, others still say fucking like Bunnies.. Some even say It's al lan elaborate ruse and I'm just out to kill her myself after making as much money as you Monkeies deem is sufficient to go wherever I desire "
A pause even as he sighs.
"I Like Multiple choice answers."
He starts to drum on the steering wheel even as he turns on the radio.
Crossroads by Robert Johnson.
"You like the Blues West?"
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Post by West on Dec 3, 2014 9:57:21 GMT -6
"I don't get the chance to listen to much music, if the beat's right I suppose I could go with it."
The key was to not think he was going to kill you, to not think about the web you were stuck in. The key was to remember why you were here and the mission you agreed to.
Even if he planned to kill Brooklyn, now you knew Jack was alive. Your mission was over. |
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Post by V on Dec 3, 2014 11:04:00 GMT -6
He nodded a little and smirked even as he sighed and kept driving.
"I hate being double crossed it's so...Predictable."
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Post by West on Dec 3, 2014 19:53:35 GMT -6
"It'd human man and well Jack. Jack isn't very well known for his originality. Brooklyn was the only thing giving him standing, his own father was ashamed of him."
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Post by V on Dec 4, 2014 7:02:32 GMT -6
He nodded a little even as he sighs and kept driving, the view starting to get familiar.
"It's not Human, it's animal, Human drives would take you above such petty needs."
A smirk.
"Playing at being a monster...Oh well, It's a pity it has to end like this."
A pause.
"For what it's worth West, it was nothing personal, None of it, not even Sebastian."
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Post by West on Dec 4, 2014 10:28:55 GMT -6
"We all play our part. Some of us are just meant to die, all you can do is hope that what you're fighting for is worth it."
A sigh of his own as he relaxes in the seat. Closing his eyes he listened to the next song on the radio. Something he never heard before, nothat surprising.
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Post by V on Dec 4, 2014 10:34:29 GMT -6
V just smiled softly and chuckles.
"It won't be on my hands , West ."
V slowed the car to a stop and spread the duct tape over West's mouth even as the Mask slipped over that and V Sighed.
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Post by West on Dec 4, 2014 19:01:53 GMT -6
The thought of 'or I could just walk away' crossed his mind, but lets face it... he wouldn't walk away even if given the chance.
No... he was in for the long haul and he had to see this through... even if it meant Brooklyn ending his life. Now all he could do was sit and watch, something he was good at. You don't earn the trust or respect of egos by running your mouth.
Actions speak louder than words...
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Post by V on Dec 5, 2014 5:57:59 GMT -6
V nodded and he just had to smile even as he pulled on the cap and the engine died, along with the music.
"I Like this one."
Who he was talking to? You have no idea, buts soon West was getting marched out towards a grave , V kept his head down even as he stayed behind him.
Couldn't be too careful.
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Post by West on Dec 5, 2014 10:35:16 GMT -6
The shot was quick and quiet, small caliber with some range to it. But his shooting lacked as the pain shot through West's shoulder.
He was done on his back from impact. A muffled scream through the duct tape as he realized who's hand V was actually talking about.
Brooklyn hated guns, that was well known, it was also know Jack had an interest in them.
So he was either a lousy shot or thought he'd play with demon he hired...
Now all West could do was watch... just like V wanted him to. A show before he gave into the darkness.
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Post by Jack on Dec 5, 2014 23:41:46 GMT -6
Jack watched V fall, and much like he ecspected, when he went for the 2nd shot Anton's man was gone.
He let out a fustraed grunt as he sat the rile down, the men weren't bred the way they used to be. By the build he was assuming West but Xerxes had more members in his own private army than he ever told his father.
But giving the 'run for the hills'... it wasn't West, which made him smile... West was an ass and a gopher boy at best. They even used to be friends... until Jack was put on Brooklyn duty. A job he hated at first but we all know how that turned out...
But the smile wasn't for the past, the smile was for the thought that V killed the rodient, even if Xerxes got the uperhand on V in the end. Leaving his perch he decided to end V, face to face. The least he could do was apoligize for having to kill him.
"It's nothing personal." He spoke up as he approached V. |
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Post by V on Dec 6, 2014 9:44:56 GMT -6
West Folded like an accordion when the shot hit his shoulder, V had dusted into the dark, letting it welcome him like an old friend, he hoped Jack would get close, get personal, even if it wasn't Personal.
Oh, There he is, right on time talking about the lack of personal investiture in this whole thing.
Guns were crude and inefficient for this task, no there was only one weapon to use.
The practitioners of Silat and Kali call it a Karambit, a very fancy knife, spun on the finger held close as he pulls the blade across the muscles of a shoulder.
Let's not be using a gun anytime soon, keep stiriking He'll take a while.
Move like the Wind.
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Post by Jack on Dec 6, 2014 16:16:53 GMT -6
The first strike was clean, precise, and before the gun even hit the ground Jack felt another gust of wind on his left knee. Tumbling down to one knee he found it impossible to clench a fist or return to a standing position. Jack reached for the gun with his only fully functional hand... but he watched it kicked away.
Looking up to see the man he thought was West. Only to see V standing above, starring down at him, void of any emotion. A glance to the bleeding man in the mask and Jack knew the mistake he had made and it all clicked into place.
V was one step ahead, he had shot West and now V had the stage.... |
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