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Post by Lilith on Mar 3, 2015 21:17:28 GMT -6
She smacks you upside the head, not hard like she did before but enough to snap you out of it.
"Sleep Axle, if you sleep I'll go grab some beer and your bike."
She was standing in front of him, looking down at him with one hand on her hip.
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 3, 2015 21:41:19 GMT -6
" See you'd make a great old lady. Forceful which is hot. You wiped blood off of me earlier which is caring and your willing to get me things which is just awesome. Not real used to that"
You say grabbing the joint and headed to the bed. You light the joint taking a couple huge rips. Like a punch in the face you fall back on the bed snoring. . Passed out with joint in hand. Looks like your out cold at this point. Your chest shows fresh wounds and old scars alike
You seem to be out cold for good this time. Deep down you still want her beside you but at the moment sleep is satisfying enough.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 3, 2015 21:51:28 GMT -6
She takes the joint before he sets himself on fire. Taking a drag before she put it out, leaving It beside the bed.
Taking a minute to make sure he was actually out before she headed out with his keys and keys to the room.
It didn't take long to get his bike and beer. She nearly got a bottle for herself, but that could wait.
First she wanted a shower, getting back in she checked on him. Ignoring his words before he passed out... she wasn't old lady material. Furthest thing from actually.
Once she was satisfied he would be sleeping she went to get herself a shower. Washing the blood and dried mud from her.
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 4, 2015 21:24:15 GMT -6
(Dream Sequence)
It's late summer and it's hot fucking hot driving through Bolan Utah. It's been quite some time since you've seen The Stoned Hick. He's been a long time loyal member of Hells Fire. You've tried calling a few times in past weeks but it's no real surprise that he never picked up. He hates the phone. He always said if it's that important they'll track him down so that's exactly what your doing. Bolan is such a dump. Old school town mindset with the mayor being a land developer and business owner in Bolan. Conflict of interest? You'd think so. You drive to the south west edge of town it's now only a few more miles till you get to the scary dirt road that leads to Anton's. You wonder how many vehicle s he's ditched around here. You get to his long driveway when a sick feeling hits you. You have a suspicion and when you feel like this your more often right then not
You make it to his trashed trailer and... what is that? The man door is kicked in. Is Anton THAT trashed? It's possible. You grab the glockenspiel you have in your bike and make it to the door and that's when you see it. Anton with a btote of sea grams in hand slouched against the wall hardly conscience
"What the fuck happened? Who the fuck did that to you"
Struggling Anton muster. Matt Jackson. The Massicrist
" FUCK IN DARK FORCES!!! I'LL KILL EM ALL FOR THIS! Don't worry dude you'll be fine. Sam Caine is around so are the brothers Matt and Nate Fury. Stay with me buddy. Don't worry we ll hide you away and payback will be ours. Taker and Preacher won't get away with this. Not while I'm breathing. I'll fucking kill Dark Forces myself... all of them!
"End Dream Sequence"
You wake up in a fit of rage. You grab the 45 without realising where you are or who your with
"Fuck you Dark Forces you too Army of Darkness you cocksuckers. It's mayhem time!"
The anger causes your head wound to start bleeding but rage has put you over the top and you don't realize a thing
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Post by Lilith on Mar 4, 2015 21:31:35 GMT -6
Until you feel a warm hand on your arm. Turning you see Lilith, no real emotion showing on her face.
No fear from the gun or concern from the sudden fit of yelling. But something about her touch is soothing and her voice... well its quite and nearly hypnotizing.
"You were having a dream Axle... Calm down, no one here but us."
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 4, 2015 22:20:50 GMT -6
Sweat is now pouring off your face mixing in with the blood making you a mess all over again. You have your cut on with no shirt on by this point. the gun is already loaded and cock it the gun is steady and your eyes are dark almost as if your soul has left you turn around and have it up against Lilths forehead
" Fuck you Lady Taker!!!!" You scream " where the fuck is Taker! Tell me now before you regret marrying him or even meeting him!! I'd talk if I were you and I'd make it quick before I end you for good"
By this point you have your pointer finger on the trigger and at any moment you'll squeeze the trigger and fill this innocent full of lead"......
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Post by Lilith on Mar 4, 2015 22:26:53 GMT -6
Shift the plan and adjust. Think quickly on your feet, take a deep breath and keep that cool calm you're known for.
She removed her hand, nodding very slightly. That little voice of Judas in her head asking if this was still a good idea.
"He's in the next room, I'm suppose to be keeping an eye on you for him."
Was this the way to go? Instead of trying to get him to snap out of it?
We'll see...
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 4, 2015 22:47:43 GMT -6
" No he isn't! You fucking lie! I'm not The Stoned Hick. Not stupid. Can't mind fuck The Southern Soldier! And now you die for lying to me"
Your about to unload the clip and turn Lilth into swiss cheese when you look past her and into the mirror behind her. You snap out of it long enough to muster
"That ass! It looks familiar like I've paid attention to it in recent history and I haven't seen Queen bitch Lady Taker in quite some time so you can't be her
"Rage fills yours emotions once again"
Still with the gun to her head you say "it has to be you Cynthia and unfortunately for your your association to Taker is to deep and must die. That'll destroy the spirit of Taker. I know it. Prepare to die. When....
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Post by Lilith on Mar 4, 2015 22:56:51 GMT -6
Plan B? The one Lilith didn't want to resort to.. The trip to the butcher wasn't for meat, it was for blades.. sharp and small.
Small enough to conceal in her hand. Running it across his hand, but careful enough to not do any real lasting damage. She sliced just deep enough to start the struggle, taking the gun from him.
Using his blood against him to slip the gun from him.
She quickly on her feet, on the defensive against him. That killer instinct trying to take over as the rest of her tried to remember he thought she was someone else.
"My name is Lilith you idiot. Lilith fucking Savage..."
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Post by the southern soldier on Mar 18, 2015 20:52:54 GMT -6
Quickly pulling a glock from his back he points the gun at Lilths forehead. The blood from the slash on his hands starts to trickle down his hand spreading when it hits his forearm. Your eyes locked on her. At any second you could pull the trigger and end her for good. Make her future obvious. But no. Something I the dark recesses of your brain something eats you up. It's something about her. But what? You drop the gun and grab your smokes. Lighting it and stepping foward offering Lilth one. You take a couple deep drags before saying
"I know your not Lady Taker aka Cynthia. I'm fine. We have a job to do do let's do it. Trouble is in the near future so we may aswell get er done. So let's just go
You say throwing your shirt on before grabbing a beer and your kut. Grabbing your bike keys you empty the beer and set the can down on the table as your walking out the door
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Post by Lilith on Mar 18, 2015 20:59:47 GMT -6
She passed on the cigarette, watching him without any words as the dumbass got himself dressed.
... Was this worth it?
"You're one fucked up guy."
He was heading out as Lilith grabbed her coat and her bag. Slipping the jacket on than slinging the bag across her body.
"Trouble is an understatement, how about you don't try to shoot me this time."
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 18, 2015 21:07:22 GMT -6
" We'll discuss personal feelings later darlin. For now. We have a couple influencal people to bumping in Vegas. So let's just get the mission accomplished. I know what you are. I know for a fact you work just fine like that.
You say lighting another cigarette before jumping on your bike and slapping the seat behind you throwing your black sunglasses smirking away at Lilth................................
By the way. The more angry you get the hotter you become
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Post by Lilith on Mar 18, 2015 21:18:05 GMT -6
She was getting on the bike when his last comment came. She thought about slapping him upside the head... but he was a mess like her and enjoyed the pain.
"Good to know, I must be fucking Aphrodite."
It was more difficult than she had expected... but a sigh escaped as she wrapped her arms around him.
He smelled like cigarettes and blood... interesting.
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Post by Southern Soldier on Mar 18, 2015 21:22:51 GMT -6
That's the smell of a beaten down biker. I take no pride in it you say laughing. Next stop is a bad one. Go under your seat and grab that mac 10. I'll keep it up front up here with me you say. Just in case. Starting the bike you look back at Lilth and almost human like say. Next stop Indian Hills
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Post by Lilith on Mar 18, 2015 21:30:01 GMT -6
She grabbed the gun, passing it up as she positioned her bag the way she needed it.
The human quality was almost terrifying in its own right.
"I don't really like the sound of that.." but to be honest her blood was pumping and the adrenaline was on standby.
She was made for moments like this...
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