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bang pow feeling | { nemesis / lars } blitz Apr 30, 2019 21:28:17 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Apr 30, 2019 21:28:17 GMT -5

He heard the music long before the old, abandoned looking warehouse came into view. He could see strobe lights of pinks and purples and blues flashing through the windows, hear the crowds as they cheered.

In all his experience Lars found it strange that places like these, where people came to feel alive, were also the places where he could go by completely undetected. The risk of witnesses was laughable; he could've stabbed someone right in the middle of the dance floor and people would've convinced themselves it was all a hallucination brought on by whatever drugs they were ingesting.

Now, he was looking down on them from outside, where he'd climbed the wall. He kept his eyes peeled for a very particular person. He risked a moment to glance down at the palm-sized photo in his hands. Mid-thirties, black hair, receding hair line, beard, beer belly. Wedding ring.

He shoved the picture back into his pocket before he could overthink this. It was a job. People did bad things to others, the others hired Lars to fix it. He finally caught sight of the guy there, headed to the back of the warehouse with a young girl in tow. Lars suddenly felt less guilty about doing this to a married man.

Now was his chance. In and out, lightning fast. No one would ever know. He could kill a cheater and save an innocent girl in the process, win win. Lars circled around the roof, careful to avoid passing over any windows, and came to a rest when he finally caught site of the man and his young prize. Lars gritted his teeth, slowly sliding the window open and then dropping in as quickly as he could. His feet hit the ground and he brandished his knife, ready to kill.

He paused.

"Did you..?"

In the time it had taken him to get down, the girl had knocked the man out and began tying him to a chair.

"Um. Hi."

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bang pow feeling | { nemesis / lars } blitz May 25, 2019 22:58:23 GMT -5

Post by Python on May 25, 2019 22:58:23 GMT -5

She was a prowler, and nobody dared touch a woman in leather on a night like this. The full moon cast a vibrant sheen against her attire - black pants, crop-top, and knee-high boots. Everyone attributed insane and violent behavior to a full moon, but Nemesis' was nothing but her own hot-blooded nature. It boiled down to her enjoyment of a scumbag's wrongdoings - not the heinous acts themselves, but the outcome of her invisible hit mark against their skin. Once they were marked, she would always find them.

Tonight, he was indulging.

As she walked inside, few people regarded her. Most of them were too dazed by their high to react properly, and others knew exactly who she was and stepped out of her path. It didn't take long to find him; he was already heading toward the back of the warehouse, making her job as easy as possible. The farther he was from the crowd, the better.

Once they a reached a room all to themselves, he could finally hear her leather boots against the pavement. The moment he turned, she cracked him over the skull with a baton. When she was working, she always had several weapons on her person.

He collapsed hard, and she didn't bother to cushion his fall. As long as he didn't die before he paid his dues, she didn't care what happened to him. She dragged him with great effort to her interrogation chair, leaving a trail of blood droplets in their wake. Then he was heaved into the seat with his hands forced behind his back. She grunted - the hefty bastard - and tied his wrists with rope, paying no mind to how badly she was constricting his blood flow.

She was nearly finished when she heard a pair of soles hit the floor. Brandishing one of her switchblades , she pointed it in the stranger's direction. An unfamiliar boy whose attention seemed split between herself and her victim.

"I sure hope you're not here for me," she challenged, raising an arrogant eyebrow. "I need some alone time with this thieving gentleman. If you're here for him, I'm afraid you'll have to wait in line."

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bang pow feeling | { nemesis / lars } blitz Sept 3, 2019 12:05:29 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Sept 3, 2019 12:05:29 GMT -5

He was too dumbfounded to warrant any kind of logical response, so he frowned.

Who was this girl?

He'd learned long ago not to ask for names. Names to faces meant designating someone as a person when, at any point, they could become a target. He didn't like killing people when he'd already had time to know them. That was the very same reason he didn't typically scope houses or workplaces any more. He could do without the pictures of a smiling couple, or the toys of a child lying in the floor. He could remember once feeling sick to his stomach because someone had a pack of birthday candles on their kitchen counter.

This man was a stranger, and the only thing Lars had known about him was that he'd hurt others in some way that warranted the need for revenge.

Now, he stared into the eyes of someone else he knew nothing about, a variant, something he may have expected if ever he could swallow the lump of morality that had wedged itself into his throat.

"Seriously? First come first serve?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, the knife in his hand feeling silly.

After a moment of waiting, and realizing that the girl was not waiting, he sighed.

"Fair enough. But be quick. I'd rather not be seen by anyone else tonight, if that's alright."