Post by Jenno on Apr 16, 2009 21:18:57 GMT -5
This here's going to be a work in progress for a while. It's partially just me venting my muse somewhat, also to try a few things out, so it may suck.
Basically, for those of you who know Iniquitous' history somewhat, this is going to be me writting up the events which occured when he 'snapped' so to speak. So yea, Just a warning, this may get gruesome later on, assuming I ever get to that point. It also has a lot of blood and death and what not before then. So yea, comment as I'm posting the segments up.
First part I've only got three paragraphs for.
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Two heads rolled to a sullen stop on the cold metallic floor, and moments later two useless sacks of meat fell to rest. It was odd. When the blade pierced their necks there was nothing, he couldn’t hear the vibrosword break bone, nor could he feel anything when the weapon ruptured through skin, blood and muscle. Even when it cracked through the solid calcium-based structure he hadn’t felt anything, not a twinge of guilt, not even an obstacle in the movement of his arm. His body and mind were completely numb; there was nothing for him to feel anymore.
He was inside the building now, four floors of solid durasteel stood between him and his target. Heads were turning, doors shutting, weapons rising. Their lips were moving, their hands gesturing confidently, yet there was a sense of panic from the litter assembled. Perhaps it was the blood, the blood which dripped from the once clean and shining blade which had now been sullied with blood and death. He suspected that the rest of his appearance did little to appease their spirits. Decapitation was messy; he wouldn’t at all be surprised if his face and rags were splattered with the viscous liquid. Maybe the next time he licked his lips there would be an unexpected flavour to appreciate. He wouldn’t care.
He didn’t care. They were armed, they were numerous and they were more than a bit surprised when the man before them lashed out, ignoring the handful of burly well-armed thugs who currently occupied the room. His first victim probably didn’t even have time to recognise what happened. Jason burst forward and sliced upwards through the man’s groin, stomach, sternum, working neatly through the throat and all the way to his skull. His chin, lips and nose all peeled into two. It was not a complete dissection. No, it was only a deep strike, one which allowed all of the treasured organs within to come spluttering out. But Jason was moving on before the body, or its contents, had even hit the ground.
Basically, for those of you who know Iniquitous' history somewhat, this is going to be me writting up the events which occured when he 'snapped' so to speak. So yea, Just a warning, this may get gruesome later on, assuming I ever get to that point. It also has a lot of blood and death and what not before then. So yea, comment as I'm posting the segments up.
First part I've only got three paragraphs for.
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Becoming
Two heads rolled to a sullen stop on the cold metallic floor, and moments later two useless sacks of meat fell to rest. It was odd. When the blade pierced their necks there was nothing, he couldn’t hear the vibrosword break bone, nor could he feel anything when the weapon ruptured through skin, blood and muscle. Even when it cracked through the solid calcium-based structure he hadn’t felt anything, not a twinge of guilt, not even an obstacle in the movement of his arm. His body and mind were completely numb; there was nothing for him to feel anymore.
He was inside the building now, four floors of solid durasteel stood between him and his target. Heads were turning, doors shutting, weapons rising. Their lips were moving, their hands gesturing confidently, yet there was a sense of panic from the litter assembled. Perhaps it was the blood, the blood which dripped from the once clean and shining blade which had now been sullied with blood and death. He suspected that the rest of his appearance did little to appease their spirits. Decapitation was messy; he wouldn’t at all be surprised if his face and rags were splattered with the viscous liquid. Maybe the next time he licked his lips there would be an unexpected flavour to appreciate. He wouldn’t care.
He didn’t care. They were armed, they were numerous and they were more than a bit surprised when the man before them lashed out, ignoring the handful of burly well-armed thugs who currently occupied the room. His first victim probably didn’t even have time to recognise what happened. Jason burst forward and sliced upwards through the man’s groin, stomach, sternum, working neatly through the throat and all the way to his skull. His chin, lips and nose all peeled into two. It was not a complete dissection. No, it was only a deep strike, one which allowed all of the treasured organs within to come spluttering out. But Jason was moving on before the body, or its contents, had even hit the ground.
- To Be Continued -
