Post by Tyr Odinson on Aug 16, 2008 1:07:26 GMT -8
OOC((kinda long))
It had been a while since he and Mitsuki had had they're talk. The four hours he had received that day were the only few hours he had gotten in three days. His face was a little pale, his glasses sitting on his face as he made his way up to a large corporate building. He walked through the metal detectors, the buzzer going off with a loud noise. The building was virtually empty, with only two security guards behind the counters next to him to watch over everything. A guy set down his cup of coffee and walked over to him with a wand, asking that he remove any metallic items that were on his figure. Andrew stared, before stating bluntly.
"I have none on me."
The man shrugged and walked over, sticking out the hand with the wand. David grabbed the wrist, bending it until it popped, the guard crying out loudly. The other man stood, but far too late. A bullet passed through his head clean, absolutely no noise to indicate where the bullet had come from.
Andrew had a silencer.
He kneed the guard who was bent over in the face, and as the head came up gave a hard punch to the mans throat. He went down choking.
Andrews specifications had been simple. Kill both security guards, then kill the man on the forty third level. Steven Milch. Make it messy. Make sure its known that he was murdered. Professionally. Andrew's mood was to the state that he was more than happy to oblige. He walked off toward the stairs. Elevators were too cliche for him. He walked clear up to the forty third level, walking into the hall to find a rather large man, dressed in a white tux, grabbing him and throwing him violently through a slab of concrete.
"FUCK!"
The only word Andrew spoke as he stood, his back sending pain clear up his spinal column. He brushed some rubble off himself and turned, only to be met with this human tank at the midsection, the man picking Andrew up and plowing him back through several cubicles. Andrew was crying out in pain, trying his best to throw elbows to the skull of the man who had his arms wrapped around him. The guy spun and released, Andrew flying through sheet rock on his way into the office of the man he was supposed to kill. The fellow behind the desk stood, signaling to yet another guard the same size as the first. Andrew slowly came to his feet as the second gaurd came over. Andrew pointed his gun at the guy.
"No. HELL no."
David quickly put a bullet between the second guards eyes. He didn't have enough time to even lower his arm before a hand grabbed him by the neck and the left thigh, picking him up and slamming him into the ground. His gun flew from his hand, and a boot came down on his chest. Andrew coughed up a little blood, rolling to his side after the monstrous foot slammed into him. He Then grabbed andrews hair and drug him over to the target, who was standing, his knuckles pressed against the top of his desk, his eyes and teeth and body bearing down on Andrew like a bulldog. Andrew's hand came up and slapped the bicep of the goon who held him, but neither the bodybuilder nor the target took any notice.
"You got a name kid?"
Andrew smiled.
"HEY! You think this is some kind of joke? I could have you torn limb from limb right now! You want that? You want me to kill you? Because i will without a moments hesitation! ONLY reason your still alive is because i pity your ass. Some assassin you are." He snorted.
The man stood and rolled his shoulders, trying to regain his composure, hands going to his pockets as he tried to think up of something to do with the young man in front of him.
He spoke again.
"Now you look here. I know who you work for, and you tell him that I'm not selling! So to either send an assassin who is a little more competent, or to fucking come himself!"
Andrew cleared his throat, spat a little more blood, then gave a superior look to the older man in front of him.
"Tell him yourself. He's down in the courtyard in front of the building."
The mans eyebrows drew down, and he turned to look out the massive window behind him. There, down in the courtyard, was the suave guy who had given Andrew the orders.
As the target was turned, Andrews elbow went into the crotch of the guard who held him by the coat, and then, after the guard doubled over in pain, a hard uppercut with the same arm sent the fellow stumbling backward.
In Andrews other hand was a detonator, which he pressed immediately.
An explosion sounded behind him as the flattened clay explosive Andrew had slapped on the guards arm went off, half of the body blowing apart into large pieces which flew off in different directions.
Without giving enough time for the Target to even be able to turn around, Andrew sped over and pressed the gun to the back of his head, the gun he had holstered since he first walked in. Steven Milch froze, raising his hands slowly.
"Would you like to speak with my employer?"
Steven nodded.
"Okay. Lets go."
The man started to turn before Andrew stopped him.
"On second thought, here, lets give you a faster way down. Wouldnt want you carrying that girth all the way down the steps needlessly."
A grin.
Andrew unloaded five bullets into the chest and one into the head, the man stumbling backward with each shot, pressing against the window with his arms at his sides, limp.
Andrew walked over and kicked the now dead Steven Milch in the chest, shattering the body through the glass and sending it to splatter against the hard granite courtyard below.
The body hit with a sickening crunch, the man who had given Andrew orders watching the body fall and hit, a smile coming evilly to his face. The guy looked up and grinned at Andrew, before turning and walking off with his handsin his pockets, whistling.
Andrew turned, coughed up even more blood and spat it out, and walked over to where his glasses had been thrown, placing them on his face before grabbing up his gun and holstering them both.
He headed down the stairs, back the way he came, and walked out the emergency exit, alarms going off around the building. He didn't worry about cameras, since he was assured that they had been taken care of. He walked over to his car three blocks away, fired it up, and drove off, cop cars and firemen arriving on the scene seconds later. He tore off toward the edge of town,taking the empty highway as his mind tore itself to shreds.
There was nothing better.
He DESERVED nothing better.
He didn't deserve the money, the car, or the girl he had.
He wanted to die.
He made his way off the highway, and down a small side street, toward the woods. He climbed the mountain to his special spot,a place only he and Mitsuki knew about. He fell to his knee, in his hands his Eagle. He coughed more blood, his pale face growing more so by the second. Not like someone cared.
Who would care? He was Andrew Black. Nobody cared.
Even he didn't care.
He placed the gun to his head, the barrel rock steady against his temple. He never had suicidal tendencies before, but the lack of sleep, the lack of emotion, the lack of caring was all too much. He held it there for a long time, before pulling it away from his head with a gasp. He couldn't believe he had almost done it. He had almost killed himself. A small mouse that was crawling along the nearby boulder stared at him, its body shaking from the rapid breathes it needed to take to live. It stared, as though it could feel his pain and sympathized.
David blew it apart in a shower of blood and bone and lead.
Fucking mice were even showing him pity.
He leaned against the rock, blood from the body of the rodent smeared across the top and trailing down. He breathed steadily, and looked up at the stars. He reached into his pocket, pulling out specially made pills that targeted internal wounds, closing them and halting the blood in those areas, allowing it to heal faster and to prevent him from dying. He stared up at the sky, removed his glasses and wondered.
Would there ever be a place in this world for Andrew Black?
His answer never came, as the pills effect took its toll, the blackness of sleep crushing his mind.
Welcome to the Darkness.
Ah, bliss.
It had been a while since he and Mitsuki had had they're talk. The four hours he had received that day were the only few hours he had gotten in three days. His face was a little pale, his glasses sitting on his face as he made his way up to a large corporate building. He walked through the metal detectors, the buzzer going off with a loud noise. The building was virtually empty, with only two security guards behind the counters next to him to watch over everything. A guy set down his cup of coffee and walked over to him with a wand, asking that he remove any metallic items that were on his figure. Andrew stared, before stating bluntly.
"I have none on me."
The man shrugged and walked over, sticking out the hand with the wand. David grabbed the wrist, bending it until it popped, the guard crying out loudly. The other man stood, but far too late. A bullet passed through his head clean, absolutely no noise to indicate where the bullet had come from.
Andrew had a silencer.
He kneed the guard who was bent over in the face, and as the head came up gave a hard punch to the mans throat. He went down choking.
Andrews specifications had been simple. Kill both security guards, then kill the man on the forty third level. Steven Milch. Make it messy. Make sure its known that he was murdered. Professionally. Andrew's mood was to the state that he was more than happy to oblige. He walked off toward the stairs. Elevators were too cliche for him. He walked clear up to the forty third level, walking into the hall to find a rather large man, dressed in a white tux, grabbing him and throwing him violently through a slab of concrete.
"FUCK!"
The only word Andrew spoke as he stood, his back sending pain clear up his spinal column. He brushed some rubble off himself and turned, only to be met with this human tank at the midsection, the man picking Andrew up and plowing him back through several cubicles. Andrew was crying out in pain, trying his best to throw elbows to the skull of the man who had his arms wrapped around him. The guy spun and released, Andrew flying through sheet rock on his way into the office of the man he was supposed to kill. The fellow behind the desk stood, signaling to yet another guard the same size as the first. Andrew slowly came to his feet as the second gaurd came over. Andrew pointed his gun at the guy.
"No. HELL no."
David quickly put a bullet between the second guards eyes. He didn't have enough time to even lower his arm before a hand grabbed him by the neck and the left thigh, picking him up and slamming him into the ground. His gun flew from his hand, and a boot came down on his chest. Andrew coughed up a little blood, rolling to his side after the monstrous foot slammed into him. He Then grabbed andrews hair and drug him over to the target, who was standing, his knuckles pressed against the top of his desk, his eyes and teeth and body bearing down on Andrew like a bulldog. Andrew's hand came up and slapped the bicep of the goon who held him, but neither the bodybuilder nor the target took any notice.
"You got a name kid?"
Andrew smiled.
"HEY! You think this is some kind of joke? I could have you torn limb from limb right now! You want that? You want me to kill you? Because i will without a moments hesitation! ONLY reason your still alive is because i pity your ass. Some assassin you are." He snorted.
The man stood and rolled his shoulders, trying to regain his composure, hands going to his pockets as he tried to think up of something to do with the young man in front of him.
He spoke again.
"Now you look here. I know who you work for, and you tell him that I'm not selling! So to either send an assassin who is a little more competent, or to fucking come himself!"
Andrew cleared his throat, spat a little more blood, then gave a superior look to the older man in front of him.
"Tell him yourself. He's down in the courtyard in front of the building."
The mans eyebrows drew down, and he turned to look out the massive window behind him. There, down in the courtyard, was the suave guy who had given Andrew the orders.
As the target was turned, Andrews elbow went into the crotch of the guard who held him by the coat, and then, after the guard doubled over in pain, a hard uppercut with the same arm sent the fellow stumbling backward.
In Andrews other hand was a detonator, which he pressed immediately.
An explosion sounded behind him as the flattened clay explosive Andrew had slapped on the guards arm went off, half of the body blowing apart into large pieces which flew off in different directions.
Without giving enough time for the Target to even be able to turn around, Andrew sped over and pressed the gun to the back of his head, the gun he had holstered since he first walked in. Steven Milch froze, raising his hands slowly.
"Would you like to speak with my employer?"
Steven nodded.
"Okay. Lets go."
The man started to turn before Andrew stopped him.
"On second thought, here, lets give you a faster way down. Wouldnt want you carrying that girth all the way down the steps needlessly."
A grin.
Andrew unloaded five bullets into the chest and one into the head, the man stumbling backward with each shot, pressing against the window with his arms at his sides, limp.
Andrew walked over and kicked the now dead Steven Milch in the chest, shattering the body through the glass and sending it to splatter against the hard granite courtyard below.
The body hit with a sickening crunch, the man who had given Andrew orders watching the body fall and hit, a smile coming evilly to his face. The guy looked up and grinned at Andrew, before turning and walking off with his handsin his pockets, whistling.
Andrew turned, coughed up even more blood and spat it out, and walked over to where his glasses had been thrown, placing them on his face before grabbing up his gun and holstering them both.
He headed down the stairs, back the way he came, and walked out the emergency exit, alarms going off around the building. He didn't worry about cameras, since he was assured that they had been taken care of. He walked over to his car three blocks away, fired it up, and drove off, cop cars and firemen arriving on the scene seconds later. He tore off toward the edge of town,taking the empty highway as his mind tore itself to shreds.
There was nothing better.
He DESERVED nothing better.
He didn't deserve the money, the car, or the girl he had.
He wanted to die.
He made his way off the highway, and down a small side street, toward the woods. He climbed the mountain to his special spot,a place only he and Mitsuki knew about. He fell to his knee, in his hands his Eagle. He coughed more blood, his pale face growing more so by the second. Not like someone cared.
Who would care? He was Andrew Black. Nobody cared.
Even he didn't care.
He placed the gun to his head, the barrel rock steady against his temple. He never had suicidal tendencies before, but the lack of sleep, the lack of emotion, the lack of caring was all too much. He held it there for a long time, before pulling it away from his head with a gasp. He couldn't believe he had almost done it. He had almost killed himself. A small mouse that was crawling along the nearby boulder stared at him, its body shaking from the rapid breathes it needed to take to live. It stared, as though it could feel his pain and sympathized.
David blew it apart in a shower of blood and bone and lead.
Fucking mice were even showing him pity.
He leaned against the rock, blood from the body of the rodent smeared across the top and trailing down. He breathed steadily, and looked up at the stars. He reached into his pocket, pulling out specially made pills that targeted internal wounds, closing them and halting the blood in those areas, allowing it to heal faster and to prevent him from dying. He stared up at the sky, removed his glasses and wondered.
Would there ever be a place in this world for Andrew Black?
His answer never came, as the pills effect took its toll, the blackness of sleep crushing his mind.
Welcome to the Darkness.
Ah, bliss.
