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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 13, 2013 23:17:05 GMT -8
Lucien reacted quickly, thanks to his slim frame he easily avoided the straight kick heading towards him. As the kick would have left the man off-balance, Lucien knew it was time to act, sweeping out the remaining leg to knock the man prone and winded. Slamming the butt of his staff into the man's head, the confrontation ended as he fell unconscious. Lucien went to join Jenesis, making sure both of his opponents were still unconscious.
The young boy, gasping and clutching his eyes closed, suddenly nervous, would stutter at Jenesis' words. "I.. It wasn't part of the plan! The explosion was a failsafe, to make sure no one found out. We didn't intend for it to happen."
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jun 13, 2013 23:56:08 GMT -8
Jenesis was almost merciless.
Almost.
Back in the laboratories, she ran into all sorts of people. The seemingly kind ones, the seemingly gentle ones, the seemingly rude ones... All facades that covered up the real thing. Jenesis was no different- she built herself based upon what was around her believing it was something that had to do with survival. And this boy, she knew, was no different.
"A man died because of you."
She sat down cross legged near the boy, just a little more than an arm's length away.
She turned to look at Lucien, a smile on her lips as if to show she was victorious!...but her eyes were heavy with something akin to sadness.
"What do we do with him?"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 14, 2013 0:05:51 GMT -8
Lucien looked down at the smiling Jenesis, and that smile caught him by surprise. This girl really was something else. He wasn't sure what to make of it. But, he had no time for speculation right now. His face kept the somber but serious look that had ruled over it during the preceding events.
"His actions caused the death of a Crow civilian, in Crow territory. So, Crow law is enforced. The penalty for murder..." He paused to look at the two unconscious men, and then to the boy, and then back at Jenesis. "Is death." He finished.
He waited for the reactions of both the boy and of Jenesis. If she was unable to carry on, he might have to get her to wait outside while he finished the job. Though his own ideal was the preservation of human life, and to carry out punishment for these three, the idea was sickening to him. But he knew it had to be done.
The boy went wide eyed and tried to struggle, wary of the spike of ice beside him. It nicked his chin a few times while he was struggling, sending a few droplets of blood down towards the ground.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jun 14, 2013 0:21:18 GMT -8
A life for a life.
She was not a part of the Crows nor did she really consider herself to be a killer, but the rules were the rules and rather than Lucien finishing the job with the boy struggling to keep his life, she decided she would end it there. Her head bent forward and she clasped her hands together as words began to flow out of her mouth, sounding no louder than a quiet murmur.
"Vater, vergib ihm, denn er weiß nicht, was er tat. Amen."
She looked at the boy and removed the water from his eyes, though the ice was still firmly pressed against his neck, even with his struggle. Her palms hit the ground, and seconds later, mother earth rose and formed tight shackles around the boy's wrists and ankles, planting him.
"Es wird sein, wenn aber ein kurzer moment schmerzhaft."
The ice released for a brief second before slashing against his throat- with it being her first kill, it was no where near clean. Red splashed on her dress and some even got into her whispy blonde hair.
But still, she got the job done.
"Goodbye."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 14, 2013 0:34:37 GMT -8
The boy struggled against the shackles, his eyes fearful. "No, no please no, You can't do this! You can't!"
The sound of a throat being cut open is a sound unlike any other. Horrifying, shocking, chilling to the bone. But, the young boy was dead, and just as his death rattle echoed around the walls of the mostly destroyed warehouse, the two unconscious men started to come to.
Lucien watched the boy die, not turning away. He would have gotten splashed by a few stray drops of blood, had it not been for his quick reflexes. Jenesis looked like she didn't care, but Lucien would rather not spend hours and hours scrubbing his face with a pumice stone soaked in isopropyl.
He noticed the other men groaning, and went to go take care of them. These ones would be quick, and not bloody.
*
Lucien walked out of the room, collecting a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket and spilling a generous portion onto his palm. He swirled it around in his palm with his opposite finger three times before rubbing it all over his hands and arms. He was about to offer some to Jenesis, before he took a good look at her. She was covered in blood. With a face like hers, it was hard to know what she was feeling. Lucien decided it best to ask.
"Are you okay?" He said, with much concern in his voice.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jun 14, 2013 1:13:20 GMT -8
She did it again. And this was why the few who knew her were scared she would be turned into a weapon: because when given instructions, she hardly ever thinks- just acts.
She remained perfectly still in her spot as she stared down at the lifeless chunk of skin and bones before her. Millions of thoughts were going on in her head, all at once...but the one that resounded most clearly within her mind, heart, and soul: 'Ich habe ein Leben genommen. I have taken a life.'
And although her face remained stoic, her eyes began to water.
Papa would be so hurt by her actions because whatever hurt her, hurt him. And here she was, hurting.
"Are you okay?"
She blinked, and hot bulb tears rolled out of her doe-like eyes as she turned to look up at Lucien, and for several reasons the tears would not stop. And still, she did not move because she knew if she did, she would be shaking. But how to answer Lucien that she was okay, when she also knew if she opened her mouth, she would choke?
So she stared at him. Silent with water falling from her eyes.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 14, 2013 18:40:14 GMT -8
Lucien didn't know what to do.
The girl was just looking at him, eyes wide, tears running down her face, not making a single noise. He didn't know how to handle it. He hadn't ever been in a situation like this. What was he supposed to do?
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What do I do?! To show her that I care as well, that I'm also hurt from ending lives. What.. How?!
Lucien stepped towards her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug. He didn't want it to be too tight, for fear of both making her uncomfortable, and getting his clothes wet with tears which were mostly the same composition as sweat anyways and having someone else's sweat on your shirt is not the most appealing thing in the world BUT hugs.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jun 14, 2013 19:56:08 GMT -8
WhatisgoingonIdon'teven.
Jenesis immediately stiffened upon physical contact. She was not accustomed to hugs other than ones from daddy, and although the closeness initially made her initially uncomfortable, she found herself relaxing because hugs cure everything she began to understand the gist of his actions. This was at least enough for Jenesis to be temporarily distracted for the crying to come to a stop. Miraculously no boogers.
"...an eye for an eye makes the world go blind. What does a death for a death do?"
Her voice shook a little when she spoke, but it was something she genuinely wanted to know.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 14, 2013 20:56:56 GMT -8
Lucien pondered her words for a moment, thinking how to best respond to a query like that. He could just be realistic, pragmatic, and say that a death for a death leaves everyone dead, as long as there is an even number of total people. Otherwise, there's just one left alive.
"This wasn't a death for a death. This was three deaths to save a hundred. In the interest of preserving human life, that is justified." He replied.
Though, really, was it? For a man whose main ideal was the preservation of life, what is the definition of an acceptable margin of error? What's more, as being the executioner, was it him that was really the one who should be killed? Is he not becoming a monster himself?
Lucien felt all of these bite at the back of his brain. He couldn't address them, not now. So he just stood there, and held Jenesis.
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Post by Jenesis E. on Jun 18, 2013 21:11:14 GMT -8
"Could he have known any better...?"
He was just a boy.
All these questions that resounded within her heart, she asked aloud. Was this something avoidable? Was the boy really corrupt to the point of 'no return'? What about second chances? And who deemed what was justifiable when humans erred and often blurred the line between good and bad?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"
Having independent thoughts was a lot harder than she anticipated. Having been in a laboratory all her life, she was used to following orders and thinking what others wanted her to think; this overwhelming sense of freedom was, ironically, choking her out, consuming the poor girl and drowning her.
"Papa will be so upset- verzeih mir-"
She pulled away from Lucien only to have her eyes land on the crimson stains on her dress before slowly trailing back to the neck of the body she stole life from.
"Lucien can we please leave?" her voice was soft, borderline inaudible. And although she asked Lucien if they could leave the premises, for some strange reason, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Jun 19, 2013 0:28:56 GMT -8
Lucien nodded at the young girl's request, he didn't have anything he could have said to her. He himself wasn't so sure about the thin grey line of morality. He, in this case, was following orders. And, he was fine with that, but at the same time, those lives were on his hands. Acting as the executioner was harder than he thought.
"Yes, Jenesis, let's go."
And he would lead her away from the brutal scene. A cleanup crew would be dispatched afterwards to clean up the mess, and to retrieve the stolen property. Meanwhile, Lucien would escort the young girl back wherever she needed to go, or until she told her otherwise. He stayed silent for most of the way, and would not speak unless Jenesis wanted to.
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