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Post by Lilith on Feb 19, 2015 23:46:32 GMT -6
Because someone is in the house, someone who wasn't invited. Just catching a glimpse of them in the hall way before they were gone.
Did they walk further down the hall or did they dip into the bedroom? Either way... they weren't supposed to there.
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 20, 2015 0:05:51 GMT -6
Your just about to slam the butt end of your gun into this dumb bas tars face when you stop. There's is a camotion inside. What the fuck was the you asking yourself still holding pecked wood in your right hand. The back door. Someone came through the back door. You quickly look back at the Sgt of arms. He had no idea what's going on so you decide to let him fall once again
Lilth may be in danger. In your house! Will you actually Stand for this? Not in your house! Not your kingdom! Not when odds are it'll involve Lilth. Not while there is breath coming outta those lungs. You head immediately through the house. You cocktail your gun seeing him run through the kitchen you take a single shot hitting him in the same bummed knee as your own. The left. You run over to the fallen soldier just in time for him to make it to his knees you catch him squarely in his face shattering multiple teeth with your running boot. But your advisary us either stupid or tough.... or maybe even both. He stumbles to his feet only to finally meet the reaper. Filthy fucking Dark Forces you growl kicking him in the same knee you previously shoot catching the dying soldier and down to the hardwood floor with a day splattering what was left of his face all over your newly done floors.....
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Post by Lilith on Feb 20, 2015 0:18:12 GMT -6
Another commotion is heard as a loud grunt comes from the bedroom. Apparently these guys don't fuck around. The door swings open as another man falls into the hallway, a deep gash going across his face and across his neck.
More blood on the fresh floors as the man quickly bleeds out. Lilith is standing in the door way, blood coveting her bare legs. The red shines off her pale skin as she holds a piece of the broken glass she was drinking from earlier.
She sure knew how to pick them, they must have been watching his house.
Her breathing was deep as her senses were in over drive, listening for more unfamiliar footsteps. Keeping a tight grip on the glass, ignoring the fact it was also cutting into her.
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 20, 2015 0:40:15 GMT -6
And then as quickly as it started. It ended. Silence. Dead silence. You slowly move around the house making sure isn't anymore. You were so careful Coming back from the truck stop. Or were you really paying attention that good. Your mind was on Lilth just like it is now. Your mind was elsewhere and you got sloppy. Nothing you can do about it at the moment for now you need to find Lilth and check on her well being
You walk through the disaster zone you call your house a space you are quiet anal about keeping it clean. You've always been like that no matter the chaos around your life you always had a clean kingdom. Broads don't like dirty guys. Making it to the bedroom seeing a member of Dark Forces puppet group The Army Of Darkness with his throat slit motionless on the ground beneath you. There she is. Standing there. She seems to be fine.
Out of nowhere you break the silence by looking at her with a strait face n all. I don't know about you but all I wanna do is fuck the tight ass of yours. All this craziness then seeing that your fine then just seeing you makes me really wanna fuck. Not make love.....
STOP!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? EVEN YOU CAN TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!! It is to late though. Ahhhh shit. This is going to turn out terrible she still has that glass and obsolete knows how to use it
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Post by Lilith on Feb 20, 2015 0:49:37 GMT -6
And normally it would have ended badly... but all she did was toss the piece of glass down and stare at him. Sleeping with him had consequences and she wasn't ready to deal with those.. not yet, not in this mess.
"Control it. I think we have a bigger issue than you getting your dick wet."
She sat on the bed, grabbing her now dirtier jeans and her cell phone.
"Like who are they? "
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 20, 2015 1:05:49 GMT -6
Unlike Anton where he would've pressed the issue. Your far smarter then that you know she's right and you do just that you control the urge. Stop. Focus. Think. She's asked you a question. It's already gotten bad and without telling her to much, for the time being anyway. But you need to tell her something. Stop and think yell her what you can.
Alright get your shit together obviously we've over stayed our welcome while our doing that listen in.
Hells Fire and Dark Forces have been at war for the past 20+ years over everything from turf to money to guns. Lots of war and tons of bloodshed. The shot collar of Dark Forces calls himself Taker and about 15 years ago he aligned himself with a character named Preacher alongside his charter The Army Of Darkness. They both spread across North America extremely quickly. Like a virus. They even followed us to Finland and even Ireland. We fight hard but there numbers grow rapidly. There is no honour in what they do. It has nothing to do with brotherhood. .. just greed. We ll eventually win the war. Sometimes it just takes away and there are casualties. All part of it you say.
So what's your plan in all this. You don't seem to be a dumb broad when it comes to surviving. Got a plan? Or am I thinking on the run?
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Post by Lilith on Feb 20, 2015 1:17:13 GMT -6
She listened as she put her pants on, now adding small amounts of blood with the dried mud. Her jacket was next along with her phone.
She even smiled at the surviving comment... she sadly knew what she was doing.
"Well obviously they're looking for you directly, probably me now too. They're going to be looking for your bike.
We need to drive it and hide it somewhere and get a different vehicle. And find a safe ground that won't have bullets flying everywhere.
I'm not as handy with a gun as you are."
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 20, 2015 1:32:12 GMT -6
Well god damn you say. All I wanted to do at first we sleep. Then I really wanted to fuck. That's all neither of those included the fight and flight plan and yes your partially correct. They will be looking for me but you mean nothing to them on there radar so if you wanna split and get away from the madness this is the time to do it but if your dumb enough to stick it out with me then I know where we can ditch my bike and get a car. But it's outside of Fresno. It's about 100 miles away. Could very well be trouble in between here and there. Could get bloody all over again. Gun games are my specialty. If that's what you choose to come along. Then we ll make the time so you can equip yourself with your "tools" whatever they might be. That's all I can say. This could turn out bad. We may never make it to Vegas. He'll we may not even make it out of Fresno. Tell me now if you choose the smart move and get as far away frome as possible I will make sure your safe before we part ways. I have a feeling no matter what ground this prince touches it's going to be littered with bullets no matter what. That's just my opinion though.
Are you almost ready. No matter what we re doing we got to do it
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Post by Lilith on Feb 20, 2015 1:40:59 GMT -6
She finished putting her boots on as she spoke. "I'm dressed and good to go, with you. Got any knives around here? And is there a Butcher shop in town?"
She reached into her in we jacket pocket and pulled out a small red pouch and few small throwing knives.
Slipping them into her boots she looked up at Axle, wiping what blood she still had on her hands to her jeans.
"Been lacking a challenge for awhile, we will make it to Vegas. If need be I have few calls I can make along the way."
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 20, 2015 1:52:50 GMT -6
Trust me I'm not doubting your kills or there's but I'm not putting you, all them and EVERYONE all you know at danger including any associates you or they have. That would be terrible really you saying walking into the bedroom grabbing a clean shirt and up and over the carcass spread across the floor. You walk back down the hallway to the kit Gen an open one of the drawer s you set it down showing it packed with every kind of knife you can think of. They're in here you shout. You now drag ads over to cut cut and put it on. Passing a mirror you glance at the wear and tear this lifestyle has done to you after all. All you want to do is sleep n fuck. Fuck n sleep. Dimple really. Not now. Not yet. Here she's comes. You can hear that hot ass walking down the hallway
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Post by Lilith on Feb 20, 2015 2:36:59 GMT -6
Her boots make a clear noise as she walks into the kitchen. "Trust me, the people I know have delt with worse than biker gangs. I'm not underestimating them.." She paused as she went through the drawer grabbing an assortment.
Placing a hunting knife behind her back. She looked in the drawer still not seeing the one style she needed.
"We still need to go see that butcher." Now she was out in the living room, looking around at all the chaos.
"The longer we stay here the more at risk we are. We can debate calling people later, we should get going."
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 21, 2015 16:56:30 GMT -6
Hearing her comment about dealing with bikers makes you laugh out loud
Only if it was that easy darlin. You see if you ride with Hells Fire you risk your life. I know your not completely stupid so don't act like it. I know you've had ties with Anton Le Vey. Along with the biker crowd you mentioned think more along his lines. You know the super filthy rich business men playing the bad boy role.... with lots of cash. Think Mexican and Columbian cartels. CIA and DEA agents playing on both side of the tracks. Then there is the FBI agents. The legit feds like the ATF. ... the list goes on.... that was just North America, The Russians, IRA and The Chinese are always lurking around. Please don't mistaken me for Hollywood biker. There might not be a happy ending to this story.
But if we re doing this we re out. You have a 5 minute window to decide whether your willing to die today or not. The possibility is defiantly there. I'm heading put to warm my baby and have a smoke. If you decide against this venture. I'll take you wherever you need... wherever...you say. Lock the place up on your way out
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Post by Lilith on Feb 21, 2015 17:10:10 GMT -6
She has to roll her eyes at the mention of LaVey. That waste of space... but thinking that was the only person she had ties to was his first mistake.
She watched him leave before she grabbed her phone, sending another text message.
When The Phone Rang She Didn't Answer it. Sending it to voicemail she walked to the door, locking it behind her...
That just seemed pointless the place had already been broken into.
"Off to the butchers?"
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Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 21, 2015 22:03:37 GMT -6
How long is it going to take before she realizes that your not one of her top arch rivals.... In recent history anyways. Anton would've missed . Things such as body posture or Lilth rolling her eyes. You know full well what the history lesson is on Le Vey. Your actually quite surprised she didn't pick up on him being an example. But what can you really except she is female afterall.
Well now it's off to the butchers... and that's easy you know Chuck down at Chuckys. His front is a butcher shop but he runs a fairly impressive gun business. A roll of 45s that's strapped to your baby and he ll to whatever you want
So that's the plan. Off to Chucks
Pulling in front of the semi legit business you bring your Harley to a stop
Just go in and say who you are and that you know me. He ll have no problems filling all your needs
That's of course unless you want a hoot before going in
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Post by Lilith on Feb 21, 2015 22:13:04 GMT -6
"I'm good Axle." And she was off the bike and heading it.
A thought crossed her mind if he was going to leave her or not...
Walking in the guy behind the counter was nice, greeting her like any other customer.
"Do you butcher the pigs yourself?" He gave her a strange look, and odd question from such an unfamiliar face. "I'm search of a knife... Axle sent me."
That got the ball rolling... she even got a gun out of the deal. And a nifty bag for supplies...
Walking back out she found...
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