a curious case of deja vu (natasha and muse blitz)
Jan 20, 2017 17:01:42 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jan 20, 2017 17:01:42 GMT -5
NATASHA DELACROIX
She'd been many things in the short seventeen years that made up up her life.
Unwanted. Adopted. Bastard. Sister. Gang member.
She'd gone by many names in the same amount of time.
Alder. Xu. Delacroix.
But right now, at this very moment, Natasha was just one thing.
Bored out of her fucking mind.
The moon rose on a clear ebony backdrop, shining in all of its mystical glory down on the quiet buildings of the District Nine underworld. But the hour did little to discourage many on the cool spring evening, scattered singles and duos and the occasional group making their presence known on the streets.
She ducked around a middle-aged couple, interest almost negligible as she looked for a suitable target. Eyes swiveled back and forth, flitting from one adult to the next with little luck.
Inwardly, she cursed. Old people were so difficult to prank.
She searches for a few minutes, slowly making her way towards the suburbs, when she finally spotted him.
Perfect.
The teenage boy was dressed comfortably but not extravagantly, a clear sign of his middle-class status, and appeared to be on his own, lost in thought.
She followed him for a while, through streets and alleyways, until finally, they were alone.
Seizing her chance, she lunged forward in one quick move, left arm encircling around his neck - a moderately difficult task, given that he had a height advantage on her by some inches - and her right removing her pistol and pressing it against his temple in one fell swoop.
"Drop your possessions right now, pretty boy." she snarled, digging the gun in to emphasize her point. "Or I'll blow your brains out before you can so much as flinch."
The gun was actually empty, but he didn't need to know that.
Not yet, anyway.
Unwanted. Adopted. Bastard. Sister. Gang member.
She'd gone by many names in the same amount of time.
Alder. Xu. Delacroix.
But right now, at this very moment, Natasha was just one thing.
Bored out of her fucking mind.
The moon rose on a clear ebony backdrop, shining in all of its mystical glory down on the quiet buildings of the District Nine underworld. But the hour did little to discourage many on the cool spring evening, scattered singles and duos and the occasional group making their presence known on the streets.
She ducked around a middle-aged couple, interest almost negligible as she looked for a suitable target. Eyes swiveled back and forth, flitting from one adult to the next with little luck.
Inwardly, she cursed. Old people were so difficult to prank.
She searches for a few minutes, slowly making her way towards the suburbs, when she finally spotted him.
Perfect.
The teenage boy was dressed comfortably but not extravagantly, a clear sign of his middle-class status, and appeared to be on his own, lost in thought.
She followed him for a while, through streets and alleyways, until finally, they were alone.
Seizing her chance, she lunged forward in one quick move, left arm encircling around his neck - a moderately difficult task, given that he had a height advantage on her by some inches - and her right removing her pistol and pressing it against his temple in one fell swoop.
"Drop your possessions right now, pretty boy." she snarled, digging the gun in to emphasize her point. "Or I'll blow your brains out before you can so much as flinch."
The gun was actually empty, but he didn't need to know that.
Not yet, anyway.
