Post by Vespyr on Mar 16, 2013 16:57:22 GMT -8
This is all just history, but i never got around to posting it.
Spike would have taken the usual five dragonlings with the symbol of the lightning Dragon on their right sleeve with him as a scouting party into Paramount. The place looked pretty trashed, the usual transportation you'd see was no where. He couldn't imagine how hard this place must of been hit to be in such a shitty way.
Vespyr had left Vincent to hold the fort while she was away... a bit of exploring was in order. The pale girl seemed to be by herself on this particular scouting mission through the storm drains of LA county; she had travelled as far north as Paramount on her swift and silent feet. Currently she stared across the street with narrowed eyes at a party of six who all wore the same symbol, evidently members of a gang. She was standing inside one of the many catch basins on the side of the road. The ones that read "DO NOT DUMP. DRAINS TO OCEAN." so politely and desperately just above.
The girl would remain silent for the moment, her violet stare fixed on the six figures, wondering what they were up to.
Spike looked around, wearing his dads coat, with the symbol much larger on the back of it, he'd finally sigh, stretch once as he pulled his hair back to put it in a pony tail.
"Alright, we need to see what happened to the people, see if we can pass out some food, or take refugees back to compton. Only sick or injurred though, we'll see if they can be treated."
The five would break up into three groups of two, one staying with Spike as they spread out to check buildings.
Hidden in the storm drain, Vespyr smirked bitterly. Good samaritans, she thought. Still trying to put the pieces of their shattered world back together. How precious.
Silently, she disappeared back into the tunnel.
...About fifty feet away in the darkness of an alleyway, a rusted iron manhole shifted, lifted, and slid off to the side. Vespyr's eyes peered out of it, determined that the coast was clear, and then the rest of her followed. She pulled her lithe body--clothed in a black long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and boots as always--out of the hole in the earth with finesse, replaced the manhole, and slunk through the shadows over to the nearest wall with a pipe attached to it. She climbed rather easily; her thin body was flattened against the wall as she pulled herself up foot by foot, the tips of her boots scraping against the bricks, lodging in the small cracks between. Very soon she had reached an open window and she pulled herself inside.
She had seen two of the supposed gang members walking toward this particular building, and she waited behind a closed door to hear the sound of their footsteps, if they had chosen to enter.
Spike also inherited his dads combat boots, as they would echoe in the quiet house, one of the Dragonlings with him wearing running shoes. Spike had but just the bokken handle with him, since he gave Jave the power pole while he stayed in Compton. Spike walked with confidence, but caution. He didn't know what kind of situation the people mite be in, if they'd attack them or not.
"Spike, what if we run into Barker's goons?"
Spike was silent as he looked around for a moment.
"Kill them, and hang their heads fro the tree's outside as a warning."
Vespyr leaned toward the door, her keen ears picking up several sounds from below:
A pair of footsteps. Presumably, one of them wore shoes with heavier soles than the other.
Two voices. Their conversation led Vespyr to the quick conclusion that they weren't with the enemy... technically.
Technically, everyone was the enemy--allied with Barker or not. Vespyr's eyes glinted furtively in the darkness of the room. She had no real reason to be here, no real reason to care about the small patrol as they were not on her territory. If anything, she was on theirs. She weighed her options: she could leave now and continue her subterranean exploration, or she could stay, and possibly be discovered...
Her violet gaze shifted to the window. It was tempting. But still, she remained motionless beside the closed door of the second-floor room, her hand hovering over the dagger strapped to her leg...
"Finish checking this floor, if there is no one here, find supplies."
Spike would head for the stairs. Checking corners before turning them, the bells on his right hip finally making noise from the steps. This may be a time of danger and possible death, but he was still a Sudeki, and was always training, the bells meant to make it impossible for him to sneak attacksomeone who was paying attention.
Spike would move to a door and knock.
"Hello? Is anyone here? We can offer shelter and food. Protection if you need it."
Behind the door, Vespyr smirked, an idea springing to mind. She glanced around her.
She took a step backward and a step to her right, past a cabinet that was positioned against the wall by the door. It was about seven feet tall, three feet wide, with a desk extending from it. She raised her long arms and curled her fingers around the top of its wooden frame, stepped quietly onto the desk, and pulled herself up on top of the cabinet.
Her lithe body fit easily in the small space, and her black attire blended in smoothly with the shadows of the darkened room. She reached behind her, pulled her hood over her head, and lay in wait. The dagger was in her hand.
She coughed deliberately, in a sickly manner.
Spike hears the coughing and turns the knob on the door and opens it pushing it in, looking around he is rather puzzled to the fact no one seemed to be there.
Vespyr would wait, holding her breath, her violet eyes peering down at the man sinisterly. She still needed to lure him in...
Slow and silent, she snaked one of her hands down toward her pocket. She slipped her fingers inside dexterously and withdrew...
A Hershey's kiss.
She fucking loved those things. Carried them with her everywhere.
Holding the small object between her two fingers, her eyes still fixed on the man whose head was only a few feet from and below hers, she tossed it somewhere in the vicinity behind her. It landed lightly on the floor just out of view of the doorway.
The sound did catch Spike;s ear, but this was feeling all too much like a trap. Like something Void would set up in the jungles where he was taught the killing arts of his family. Spike would pull the bokken handle from its position on his belt as he made his way slowly and alert further into the room, to try and spot the sound instead of actually going towards the sound.
As soon as the man stepped a foot through the door, passing the cabinet, two long arms lowered themselves from it like snakes--soundless and swift, they would dart for their target. In Vespyr's right hand was the dagger.
Not a moment later, the man would feel the blade firmly against his throat. Vespyr would have placed her left hand over the man's mouth in case he attempted to call for help.
"Shhhhh......."
A nefarious grin crept across her black cherry lips.
And just like that he was caught, of course it was a trap. He just of ignited the blade and went to town, but the fact whoever or whatever this was hadn't killed him already gave him no reason to go into attack mode. Not to mention the knife against his neck. He wouldn't put his back against the cabinet though. Leaving space in case he needed to slip out.
Though as usual with a Sudeki, with his life threatened he smiled.
"Tell your subordinate that the second floor is empty. To go check another building and don't wait up for you." Vespyr whispered in a commanding tone, almost inaudible but close enough to the man's ears for him to hear her clearly.
"Second floor is empty! Go check another building, I'm going to rest here!"
It took a few seconds then the reply came.
"Alright, first floor is empty too, see you outside!"
The foot steps would move to leave and the building would grow silent again.
"So, what now?"
Her left hand had shifted down to his throat, fingers curling around it above where the edge of the blade dug in slightly. Her thumb reached around to the base of his skull, the tip of her long claw ready to sink in--as if the knife at his throat wasn't threatening enough.
"Now you tell me who you are and what you're doing here."
Spike stayed calm, though this wasn't much of a glorious death.
"My name is Spike Sudeki I am here checking for Barker's activity on my borders."
"So this territory belongs to you, mm?"
"No, Paramount borders my territory. I'm operating on behalf of the Dragons in Compton."
"Dragons, eh? Last time I checked, dragons had wings and breathed fire. You don't look anything but human."
The knife pressed even closer, threatening to break skin.
"Too human."
"I am no Dragon. I work for them."
Spike waits for the knife to break skin. No shaking, no sweat, just waiting.
"If your going to give me a glorious death, I'd rather it be on a battlefield."
Vespyr chuckled darkly above him.
"Death isn't as glorious as you'd think. Nor does it take requests.
Tell me, Mr. Sudeki. What do you live for?"
"My family would have me live for battle. I just want to make a safe place for people to live, and a stagin point to kill barker."
"Kill Barker, mm?"
Vespyr was silent for a moment.
"I suppose that makes two of us."
"Then why is only one of us holding a knife to the others throat?"
"Because I was quicker."
"Good point."
Spike would look to his left and his right with his eyes, before speaking again.
"Gonna take the knife away yet?"
"Of course not, stupid. Just because you and I both want Barker dead doesn't mean we're playing for the same team."
"Then let me ask you, what team are you playing for?"
Vespyr cackled.
"My own."
That was as far as she'd reveal about the organization she led; the less was known about it, the better. But still, she wondered what to do with the boy.
...Nothing had occurred to her yet. Until something did, she would continue to hold him captive, like a cat playing with its helpless prey.
"So let me get this straight. I am fighting to protect people and kill barker, and your looking to help yourself and kill barker... And the reason for us to be against each other is?"
"Because your efforts to protect people will only get in the way of my larger goals."
"Bigger than killing barker?"
Spike would laugh a bit as it finally hit home. She was a monster of chaos, she enjoyed it, probably was able to feed on it in some way.
"Only the strong can survive. Right?"
"Precisely.
Which is why there's no reason I should let you live."
"Really? So its a show of strength you want? You want it all at once, or just a glimpse?"
Cocky? Maybe.
"I don't want anything from you, really. This is actually just a waste of time for me."
In an instant, the hands and the blade at his throat were gone. Vespyr slipped backward, dropping nimbly down from the cabinet and disappearing into the shadow by the wall for a moment. She backed away several steps, slowly, her eyes fixed on him, glinting with their usual inner malice.
She bent down, still staring, her left hand picking something up from the floor...
and stood up again, casually unwrapping the chocolate.
Spike stayed where he was, turning slightly to put the bokken handle back in its spot. He found no reason to be violent at this point. There was no reason to ask her why she did what she did, he knew why. That was the easy part, predicting the next thing to happen is the hard part. A genuinely sad look on his face at this point.
"Even if Barker dies more will rise in his place, do you think you have the power to kill them all?"
"Absolutely not."
She popped the kiss into her mouth.
"It would be a shame if there were no one left to kill..."
Spike would laugh a bit to himself.
"Of course."
Spike was surprised this building was able to hold the weight he was wearing. Good architecture he guessed. The floor boards creaking under him simply standing there.
A world in chaos is a world that grows. Thats not what she was looking for though.
"I take that back. It would be bliss."
A sinister grin spread across her face.
"But I know a pipe dream when I see one."
"Indeed, only a fool thinks they can do it alone."
Spike agreed.
In his head he knew the whims of people. They would sooner take the easy road of chaos and blood shed, and join this woman in mindless slaughter, than take the hard road and actually feel for someone else.
"But I will be the one that kills Barker. He will taste my hate."
Vespyr almost found herself compelled to laugh at the seemingly competitive edge to the boy's words. She walked toward the window. Silent for a moment, she glared at a spot on the wall and sheathed the blade.
Her violet glare shifted back to him.
"Hate is delicious."
Grinning like a cat, she slipped through the open window and slid back down the pole she had ascended.
