Gabriel's Fury
11-15-2005, 08:43 PM
Drip….drip….drip….
David breathed slowly, evenly, trying to ignore the burning pain in his lacerated calves and the tripping cold tickles of rain and his own sweat running in tiny tracks from his matted hair down his face to drip on his already soaked shirt. He was cold, tired, and terrified but at least he was alive. The deck of the boat rose slowly and fell under his tip toes as the churning stormclouds boiled over the small cargo ship on which he stood. Considering the drizzling rain and wind, he would have gone below for cover if there weren’t a razor sharp blade pressed to his throat.
He pushed upward further on his tiptoes against the wall, trying to rise off the cutting steel as the faceless black coweled warrior remained motionless as he had for the last three hours, keeping him pinned in place. His calves were twitchinghaving been cut by his captor as a savage and random punishment. He couldn’t stay like this much longer.
“Well done.” The soft female voice somehow cut through the rain followed by the steady slow click of heeled boots moving across the deck. “Release him.” She ordered. David never saw the warrior move. Instead, the feel of the biting metal against his throat vanished. Letting out a heavy breath, David fell to his knees rubbing his calves and looking around, his eyes settling on the black and gold clad woman stalking through the rain towards him over the lacerated bodies of his guards.
Crouching down in front of him, she gently took his chin in her hand, tilting his head upwards to meet a pair of colorless eyes with a haunting warmth and reptilian cold somehow existing in their depths simultaneously. “Your little boating operation has been making some extra money, mister Akron.” She said, her voice carrying a playfully exotic Asian accent. “that money I have learned comes from Longbow. You’ve been playing spotter for them and helping them find my boats – the conduit for my men and my equipment.” She smiled as he swallowed heavily, his throat dry in spite of the rain.
“But more importantly, mister Akron…” she continued, rising up and turning away, the Ninja under her command parting in the distance to make way as she headed to the cargo portal in the deck. “…you managed to elude my operatives and my assassins for almost three months doing it. I’m impressed. Such talents and precautions show ingenuity that seems rare even here in Port Oaks.” Turning on her heel, she gestured harshly, and two men materialized out of the shadows, pulling the heavy portal doors upwards to open the hold of the ship to the stormy sky. David could hear shouts and curses from the men in the hold, his crew tossed in during the raid that had slaughtered every one of his bodyguards.
“So I’ve decided to give you an opportunity; A chance to redeem yourself in my eyes. Come to me.” She beckoned. He couldn’t stand. Having been forced onto tiptoes for hours, his legs simply would not obey. Her eyes narrowed. “I will not offer twice.” Misaki purred.
Planting his hands on the deck, David crawled. Hand over hand, he dragged himself along the deck, leaving a blood trail that was rapidly washed away by the rain. Hand over hand, knee after knee, he winced and gritted his teeth until he was on his knees before her again.
“Excellent.” She smiled. Pulling a small globe from her bracer, she eyed it’s greenish yellow contents. “I give you a choice, Captain.” Reaching down, she pressed the globe into his hand as he looked on confused. “Toss the globe on the ground, and the poison inside will kill many more of my men. I will survive, however, and I will cut your throat and watch you bleed to death. You deserve such a final opportunity at revenge.” She held onto the globe in his hand bit longer. “Or…” she continued. “Throw it into the hold. Kill your crew, and you have a job.” She smiled, letting go and stepping back.
David looked at the globe, looked at her, gritted his teeth and snarled. “Bitch.” He spat, then violently threw the globe.
With a tinkle, it hit the bottom of the hold. The men and women of his crew cried out in surprise, began to violently choke, then shouted and screamed in agonizing pain. In moments, the hold was silent.
Misaki smiled. “Welcome to my house, David san.” Turning to Bitter Harvest, her first in command, Pale wind spoke harshly in Japanese. <<Bring him along. Burn the ship. We move on the others tomorrow.>>
Carrying the wounded captain, the Pale Wind and her personal army faded into the storm.
David breathed slowly, evenly, trying to ignore the burning pain in his lacerated calves and the tripping cold tickles of rain and his own sweat running in tiny tracks from his matted hair down his face to drip on his already soaked shirt. He was cold, tired, and terrified but at least he was alive. The deck of the boat rose slowly and fell under his tip toes as the churning stormclouds boiled over the small cargo ship on which he stood. Considering the drizzling rain and wind, he would have gone below for cover if there weren’t a razor sharp blade pressed to his throat.
He pushed upward further on his tiptoes against the wall, trying to rise off the cutting steel as the faceless black coweled warrior remained motionless as he had for the last three hours, keeping him pinned in place. His calves were twitchinghaving been cut by his captor as a savage and random punishment. He couldn’t stay like this much longer.
“Well done.” The soft female voice somehow cut through the rain followed by the steady slow click of heeled boots moving across the deck. “Release him.” She ordered. David never saw the warrior move. Instead, the feel of the biting metal against his throat vanished. Letting out a heavy breath, David fell to his knees rubbing his calves and looking around, his eyes settling on the black and gold clad woman stalking through the rain towards him over the lacerated bodies of his guards.
Crouching down in front of him, she gently took his chin in her hand, tilting his head upwards to meet a pair of colorless eyes with a haunting warmth and reptilian cold somehow existing in their depths simultaneously. “Your little boating operation has been making some extra money, mister Akron.” She said, her voice carrying a playfully exotic Asian accent. “that money I have learned comes from Longbow. You’ve been playing spotter for them and helping them find my boats – the conduit for my men and my equipment.” She smiled as he swallowed heavily, his throat dry in spite of the rain.
“But more importantly, mister Akron…” she continued, rising up and turning away, the Ninja under her command parting in the distance to make way as she headed to the cargo portal in the deck. “…you managed to elude my operatives and my assassins for almost three months doing it. I’m impressed. Such talents and precautions show ingenuity that seems rare even here in Port Oaks.” Turning on her heel, she gestured harshly, and two men materialized out of the shadows, pulling the heavy portal doors upwards to open the hold of the ship to the stormy sky. David could hear shouts and curses from the men in the hold, his crew tossed in during the raid that had slaughtered every one of his bodyguards.
“So I’ve decided to give you an opportunity; A chance to redeem yourself in my eyes. Come to me.” She beckoned. He couldn’t stand. Having been forced onto tiptoes for hours, his legs simply would not obey. Her eyes narrowed. “I will not offer twice.” Misaki purred.
Planting his hands on the deck, David crawled. Hand over hand, he dragged himself along the deck, leaving a blood trail that was rapidly washed away by the rain. Hand over hand, knee after knee, he winced and gritted his teeth until he was on his knees before her again.
“Excellent.” She smiled. Pulling a small globe from her bracer, she eyed it’s greenish yellow contents. “I give you a choice, Captain.” Reaching down, she pressed the globe into his hand as he looked on confused. “Toss the globe on the ground, and the poison inside will kill many more of my men. I will survive, however, and I will cut your throat and watch you bleed to death. You deserve such a final opportunity at revenge.” She held onto the globe in his hand bit longer. “Or…” she continued. “Throw it into the hold. Kill your crew, and you have a job.” She smiled, letting go and stepping back.
David looked at the globe, looked at her, gritted his teeth and snarled. “Bitch.” He spat, then violently threw the globe.
With a tinkle, it hit the bottom of the hold. The men and women of his crew cried out in surprise, began to violently choke, then shouted and screamed in agonizing pain. In moments, the hold was silent.
Misaki smiled. “Welcome to my house, David san.” Turning to Bitter Harvest, her first in command, Pale wind spoke harshly in Japanese. <<Bring him along. Burn the ship. We move on the others tomorrow.>>
Carrying the wounded captain, the Pale Wind and her personal army faded into the storm.