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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 22:04:40 GMT -8
The fat man pinned her wrists, slamming her back down on the ground and hovering over her. She groaned in pain, still trying to over come being dazed.
"I'm going to make you wish for death by the time I'm done with you bitch."
She struggled against her bonds, twisting as hard as she could and snarling up at her captor like a caged animal.
"Sounds fun."
Mathew?
Whether or not it wasn't she heard and felt the splash of blood as a projectile shot through the man whom had kicked her in the head. She saw the fat man's face pale with fear, felt his grip slacken.
The second her bonds loosened, Delilah yanked one of her hands free and it dove under Lawrence's, grabbing the bowie knife that had been pinned there earlier. She brought it up and aimed it straight down into the area on the man's collar bone on his left hand side in an effort to puncture his aorta. She would then shoot the knife up and away from her as she tried to drag the serrated edge against the left side of his neck to gash his jugular vein open to kill him.
As a back up plan, delilah would yank her hands free of his and latch onto his throat. Not circling it, like in the movies, but actually grabbing the windpipe at the front of his throat, squeezing it shut with her vise-like grip while her other hand gathered all of her Qi and started punching him in the face with her metallic hand.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 22:11:23 GMT -8
The back up plan wouldn't be necessary as the blood sprayed and the man's eyes lost life as he fell off her to the right. His hands grabbing at his throat in vain before he had died. The man that Mathew had stabbed was pushed off to the side, struggling to breath as he sent another spear of stone through his heart, putting him out of his misery. All that was left was Lawrence moaning and grabbing at his face and side in agony. Mathew ignored him for now.
"So, you come here often sweet thing?"
He gave her a wink and a small shake of the head. It was a good thing he had heard some of the yelling and decided to check things out. She might have had it under control. But then again she might not have.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 22:32:31 GMT -8
Delilah rolled left as the man fell off her, wiping the blood off her face as she half-got to her feet and then sunk back down into a kneeling position. God, but her head was killing. The taste of blood in her mouth didn't help either. She spat, disgusted.
"So, you come here often sweet thing?"
She managed a half-assed laugh at that as she looked up at Mathew thankfully. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" she said, rising to her feet. She looked down at Lawrence thoughtfully for a moment and a hard look passed over her face.
Then, Delilah raised her boot and stomped as hard as she could on his face, his skull breaking with a sickening crack. Ending his miserable life was an immense pleasure. She let out a long, heavy sigh and ran a bloody hand through her hair, trying to force herself to calm down. That had been close.
"Thanks for that."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 22:39:48 GMT -8
"Oh I'm sure you had it under control right?"
He smirked. He didn't watch as she ended the man's life. He never did like killing, it seemed so wasteful. It certainly lacked a bit of elegance. Though he could certainly see that there were times when it was necessary.
"Think you will be alright on your own this time? Or do you need me to walk with you a bit?" He teased.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 23:56:03 GMT -8
"Oh I'm sure you had it under control right?"
She forced a laugh. "I'm not sure any part of what just happened screams 'control'."
"Think you will be alright on your own this time? Or do you need me to walk with you a bit?"
"Actually, the company would be nice, if you don't mind." she replied smartly, taking him up on his offer without a hint of hesitation. She looked down at the carnage around them and grimaced.
"I am going to feel this tomorrow..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 0:02:12 GMT -8
"You mean you were not luring them in to a false sense of security?"
He asked with a laugh, shoving his hands in to his pockets as he motioned for her to follow him down the alley. The way she had been heading down before she had been stopped.
"Where am I dropping you off at?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 11:39:39 GMT -8
Delilah thought now that she was beginning to see a bit of Mathew's mean streak. Though the idea of it made her frown, she would have to let it go: hell, after what just happened, she deserved a bit of a heckling. "Control is just an illusion. No one ever really has control, maybe the upper hand, but rarely do they puppeteer an entire situation. Even Barker does't have complete control. It can all go sideways so quickly, just like what happened to me tonight, and to them, thanks to you." she said as they walked, cleaning the gore off her knives on her already stained shirt.
"You can leave me at Belmont Park."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 17:15:03 GMT -8
"You can puppeteer the whole situation if you are flexible and able to adjust your plans on the fly."
Like the Green war he started, or the war against Colossai. Or just fucking with Tiel and destroying everything he ever loved.
"To the park then."
He would adjust his route to take them by the park. Whistling in a low, almost cheerful manner.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 19:46:20 GMT -8
"But that's not true control. That's adaptation," she pointed out as they started off. She thought about saying a bit more on the subject, but decided to leave it at that. She stared at him in silence for a while as they walked, obviously disquieted. She kept turning over what had just happened in her mind. Finally, after a time, she would speak.
"What's got you all happy?" Delilah asked with not a small amount of suspicion.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 19:48:00 GMT -8
"What's not to be happy about?"
He wasn't the one that was almost attacked.
"It's been a pretty good week for me. And I'm excited about some of the stuff coming down the pipe. Besides, I enjoy a relaxing walk now and again."
He was in a good mood.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 19:54:12 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow at that. Stuff coming down the pipe, huh?
"What kind of stuff?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 19:57:33 GMT -8
Mathew just held up his hand for her to see. Not even breaking stride. She would see his engagement ring secured on his finger. "That for starters. Though I haven't picked a date yet." That would depend on how fast it took him to find everything, and everyone. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 20:00:28 GMT -8
He showed her the engagement ring on his left hand and she blinked, letting her surprise show. How had she missed that?
"Well well. Congratulations. A wedding in these times is pretty bold. But I suppose that's the point, right?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 20:01:25 GMT -8
"Not really, the point is I want to marry her. Society be damned."
It wasn't about making it a statement to anyone but Bastille.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 20:08:21 GMT -8
"That's exactly what I mean. A slice of normalcy in the middle of all this shit. Also, what society?" she waved a hand at the ruins surrounding them. "The fact that there is none? That shouldn't matter and I'm glad it doesn't to you. How do you live if you're just trying to survive, right?"
She was starting to relax a little bit more from the hyper-adrenaline rush, her walk becoming more confident, her smiles a little easier.
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