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Post by David B. on Sept 22, 2013 10:51:17 GMT -8
Four men would be on patrol. They were in Barker uniform, and quite edgy- they had heard there was a body littered nearby; the body of one of the most wanted individuals in California.
First Crow Delilah Black.
They had their swords drawn, and should they not answer the mic every three minutes, a platoon of fifty would be there in moments.
"I don't like this, Casey. It's way too remote for the woman to be here. And way too far from her borders."
The man he was speaking too was tall, bald, and overweight. He spat.
"Look, we get reports, we follow through. No arguments Mr.Irich. If the bitch is dumb enough to get her shit kicked around here, we're gonna bring her in."
The man took an unsteady breath and continued on silently.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 22, 2013 21:13:04 GMT -8
Never in Delilah's life had she been in as much pain as she was in. And she had given birth. Fortunately, she was unconscious.
A lizard skittered over the prone, broken form of the young woman; she bled from multiple wounds that had now slowed from a steady flow to a meandering ooze. Her right arm was broken in two places, including a dislocation in her shoulder (for the fifth time in two years). There were multiple cuts adorning her face, and her nose had been broken. Her right knee was also twisted at an unnatural angle to indicate that it had also been dislocated.
A rasping noise emanated from between the mechanic's lips, a sound that was the result of a broken rib. Even in the dark, it wouldn't be hard for the soldiers to find her.
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Post by David B. on Sept 23, 2013 18:45:16 GMT -8
OOC: BE WARNED- OFFENSIVE MATERIAL AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT THE IDEA/DISCUSSION OF RAPE, DEATH, BLOOD OR OTHER SUCH MATERIAL. THANK YOU.
One of the men pointed, and shouted "HOLY SHIT- CAPTAIN, SHES HERE!" before the other men drew bows and approached. One commented on how fucked up Delilah was...a fact that David, who was thousands of feet in the sky, knew well. His knuckles were bloody and his mind a little scarred from what he had to do.
But inside her jean pocket was a fruit- one that would bring her back to one hundred percent.
The men would start to drag her away, uncaring about her broken limbs, radioing into base for more people to come and assist.
Less than an hour later, Delilah was being unceremoniously tossed into a prison cell, one of the highest security. It was a dark room, and she would find herself in a small puddle of water as silence drowned her out.
--------------Meanwhile---------------
A call came in. Mason ignored it. They came in too often claiming victory. He was on the long march west, to the coast, where he could take his last ship off this fucking piece of earth. Toward Japan, or perhaps south korea.
Yet, as he reached to switch down the volume, he heard it-
"Priority One Capture. First Crow Delilah Black in lockdown. Unit holding 55241. Building G. Victory today boys."
Mason froze.
Delilah Black....?
THE Delilah Black? The Raven haired cunt who was second in the Californian Crows? Oh God, he had seen pictures of her before, and couldn't recall how often he fantasized about raping that stupid little Bitch. His eyes sort of rolled into the back of his head as he imagined pinning her broken body to the hard concrete and taking away her sanity bit by bit...like that little blonde bitch...whats her face...kiara or something. The one the light user and the Storm Demon had taken from him... God the things he had planned for that juicy little tart.
He could hardly believe that, this time three years ago, he was in prison.
Freedom did wonders for his sexual stamin-
He groaned, stumbling, as he held his head a moment. Stupid thing was trying to get out. Scratching at the cage. He ground his teeth and stuffed it back down.
Well, if he couldn't have the small blonde, why not have the Crow who fancied herself some strong, powerful, upstanding woman. The Crow.
A wide, vicious grin.
He started at a jog, heading toward the Barker Prison in the south east, intent on his new prize.
OOC: Mason will arrive next post.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 23, 2013 20:20:45 GMT -8
As the guards threw the young woman in the cell unceremoniously, the mechanic awoke with a new, sharp resonance of pain that arced through her body as she landed on her broken arm. She cried out involuntarily and curled up as best as she could, her body reminding her quite loudly that she was a bad way. The door slammed distantly, muffled by the blood throbbing in her ears. Pain. All there was, was pain. It was so hard to focus, to remember why she was here, where she was...what the plan was.
The plan, yes. The plan.
Slowly, she forced her mind to start working again, processing, thinking, remembering. She was fucked up. David fucked her up. She asked him to. They figured she was the best way of luring Kyrie's assaulter out into the open, as he was cautious by nature and wouldn't appear if there weren't a good reason. He was supposed to be nearby. She likely had less than twelve hours before she had to call for extraction, should he not arrive. Otherwise, she could be killed by Barker. Or worse.
But, worse was on his way. She had to believe that, as much of a long shot as it was. Slowly, shakily, she rolled onto her back and began moving her left down towards her hip pocket-- for the fruit. It would take roughly half an hour to work it out, complete with agony filled cries and whimpers of pain. Once she had it out, the next task was to lift it up to her neck, and bury it in her loose, sweat and blood dampened hair.
And that was as far as she could get. She had no energy left to try and push herself towards the nearest wall for her to lean against. Her knee throbbed. Her right arm was screaming. All she could taste was blood.
She waited.
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Post by David B. on Sept 23, 2013 20:32:07 GMT -8
An hour went by....then two. It might seem an eternity to her, in the darkness of the pit.
But suddenly, like a flash, the door flew open, and a tall, thin but powerful frame stood there.
"Ms.Black...my god how i have Longed to meet you."
He stepped inside, hands twitching a little as his widened eyes stared down at her broken...and beautiful body. He could almost feel his fingers worming into her, watching her terrified eyes stare up at him, pleading and screaming for him to stop.... oh how delicious.
"My name is Mason, Delilah. I am here to turn you into my personal fuck toy...at least for the few hours you have left on this earth."
Stats of Mason: 80 all, Charisma 10 due to recent power drain
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 23, 2013 20:50:41 GMT -8
She was getting used to the dark. Though her eyes could see just fine in the low-light, the silence was somewhat comforting. For a while, longer than she could count, there was nothing but the sounds of her raspy, laboured breathing.
The door was suddenly flung wide open and Delilah reflexively cringed, turning her eyes away from the light (though the earring allowed her eyes to transition from dark to light just fine), causing her to inhale sharply--and then give a small cry from the broken parts of her rib grating against eachother.
"Ms.Black...my god how i have Longed to meet you."
Was this him? She sure as hell hoped it was; she was running out of time. Slowly, not even needing to pretend to shake, she lifted her head to give him her best attempt at a fierce glower, careful to leave wide-eyed flecks of fear in her eyes that weren't entirely acted. She was vulnerable, still. What if she couldn't ingest the fruit in time...?
"My name is Mason, Delilah. I am here to turn you into my personal fuck toy...at least for the few hours you have left on this earth."
It was him. Delilah was glad of the pain; it made her very much not want to smile.
"Like--ah--HELL you are," she kicked her left leg, trying to scootch herself towards the wall..which turned out to be quite pathetic as her right knee was still dislocated. "Do you know who I am?"
Her voice was weak, desperate...but that firey note, that 'will-not-back-down' aspect of her that was so well known remained, strong as ever. She was counting on it.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 17:02:11 GMT -8
Mason let out a groan.
"Oooo yeah, I know who you are girly. Delilah BACK, best ass in the Southwestern hemisphere."
He would rush over and grab her good leg, pulling her back to the center of the room.He'd crawl on top of her and stuff his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath, while his other hand fondled her breast.
"Mmm...you smell fruity...."
He would look up at the four cameras in the room, not bothering to pin either of her limbs as she was very damaged already. His groin was pressed against her leg, offering her a sense of his excitement at touching her in such a manner.
"We don't want an audience though, do we."
He waved, and the cameras all shut down.
"There we are...all...alone...."
He would shove his lips against her neck and start kissing, groaning at the smell and taste of her skin.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 24, 2013 18:13:56 GMT -8
He groaned and she bared her teeth instinctively. This man was absolutely revolting; the thought of him touching her churned her stomach."Oooo yeah, I know who you are girly. Delilah BACK, best ass in the Southwestern hemisphere." He rushed forward and Delilah cried out, reaching for knives that weren't at her waist (she hadn't brought them to begin with' no sense risking losing them). He snatched her good leg and dragged her back to where she had landed initially, and she screamed as her right knee was jostled in the opposite direction...also playing it up a bit. Feeble attempts to push him away from her were ignored as he jammed his face into her hair. His hand groped her breast fervently, his body pressed against hers putting her teeth on edge."Mmm...you smell fruity...." He wasn't pinning her. Good. He underestimated her, which was exactly what she wanted. She twisted her head from side to side, her torso rising and falling as though to get him off of her, grunting with effort, whimpering involuntarily with pain.
Then, he had the cameras turned off."There we are...all...alone...." This was better than she had hoped. He was making it really easy for her, that was certain.
He started kissing her neck, and she continued twisting, writhing a bit--getting herself into a better position. Working up her anger, her ever present emotion as it began to flood her body.
"Stop! N-No! Get--Get OFFOFME!!"
Delilah activated her Qi.
Stats with some items (no weapons)
Str. 57
Dex. 65
Con. 61
Int. 67
Wis. 57
Cha. 59
Stats After Qi : Level TUNGSTEN
Str. 57 + 22 = 79
Dex. 65 + 8 = 73
Con. 61 + 25 = 86
Int. 67 - 12 = 55
Wis. 57
Cha. 59 - 15 = 44
Instead of forming an armour like shield over her form as her Qi usually did, the metal of her body shot up and outward from her form and into Mason like tiny little needles, originating at the points where he touched her. He would find himself unable to pull away. He would feel the metal begin to spider through his body. His lips would be sewn to her neck.
There, in the dark, with a would-be rapist lying atop her, the mechanic chuckled.
"Don't move. D-don't even try. If you teleport away with my Qi inside you, it'll rip you apart from the inside."
She let out a sick chuckle lifting her good hand to her hair and pulling out the fruit, likely the one he smelled earlier, cramming it into her mouth with a wince and masticating the thing like it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
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Post by David B. on Sept 27, 2013 16:31:17 GMT -8
Masons eyes opened wide as he let out a high pitched scream- Her Qi had pierced him everywhere, and pain was blinding as blood poured from every hole she had made in his body.
He teleported.
The thing this woman didn't know about his Qi? It wasn't just a poof poof your there thing. He was able to travel, literally at the speed of light, by deconstructing himself at an atomic level. By breaking his body into atoms, there was no distance he couldn't travel almost instantly.
Unfortunately, it was also dependent on his energy.
So while he wasn't torn to pieces, not a tenth of a second later he would re-appear, flickering, about three feet to the side, back to the wall as he held his mouth, crying.
"YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE! IM GOING TO KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!"
He had no idea what she was eating, so he didn't even try and stop her, instead trying to sit up with dozens of puncture wounds all over his body, and crying out in pain.
"What...Did you do to me!?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 27, 2013 21:09:14 GMT -8
He screamed.
He vanished.
Delilah swore in Japanese and sat up as her bones realigned themselves and mended painfully back together, writhing underneath her flesh. Mason reappeared a moment later, bleeding profusely, crying and holding his bleeding mouth. Her qi absorbed back into her skin, though she left it active.
"YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE! IM GOING TO KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!"
The bloody, raven haired woman seemed not to hear him. She got to her feet shakily, rolling her once dislocated knee so it clicked back into place with a satisfied groan. Otherwise, her face was curiously cold and flat, almost business like. She started towards him, slowly.
"What...Did you do to me!?"
"Five point six litres."
She stared down at him, three feet away, a flat sheen to her bright blue eyes.
"Pumped through the heart a day, amounts to 2,000 gallons. Eighty three gallons per hour, six quarts per minute. Quarts converted into litres...is five point six.
"In less than a minute, you will bleed out. Your liver, your kidneys, lungs, diaphragm, intestines, stomach. Your heart. Irreparable. Arteries and veins...punctured."
Blood would be pooling underneath him by this point. He would start to feel weak, perhaps dizzy. Lungs would be filling with blood, making it hard to breathe.
Just one spot left...
Several spikes out of the front of her body, aimed to pierce his skin in his torso again. If she succeeded, she would remain completely still as her Qi began to branch through his body, spiraling across muscle scraping across bone...travelling up arteries to his brain. And if she wasn't the first time, or the second, or the fifteenth, she would try until she was.
"Have you ever been torn apart from the inside?"
She looked him in the eyes the entire time, her eyes as dead as she saw him.
"That. Is how rape feels."
By this point, perhaps he could feel the metal tickling up his spine like a thousand tiny spiders. Entering his skull. Scraping across the blood-membrane protecting his brain at the very base of his skill
"For Kyrie. And all those who came before her."
The metal spikes inside his skull pinged against the back of his head, using the trajectory to pierce his brain all the way through. Two metal spikes would at last show themselves as they emerged from his eye sockets, impaling his eyes on both spikes.
It would be a moment after he took his last breath, that Delilah turned her Qi into blades and ripped his body asunder. Her eyes were as unfocused as before; this level of usage for her Qi required a high amount of concentration.
Within seconds, he was in pieces. Delilah slumped to the floor, covered in blood, exhausted.
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Post by David B. on Sept 27, 2013 21:18:17 GMT -8
Mason tried to back away to get to his feet- but he was too slow. Her Qi entered his body against his will, and he screamed an unearthly, ungodly noise that nobody was meant to hear, and that nobody would. As the metal built at the base of his spine, his last words-
"She won't forget..."
His eyes went wide as a smile smeared his face, before spikes erupted through his brain and out his eye sockets. He went limp as death took him, and his body was torn to pieces, painting the wall with mounds of meat and bone.
Outside, more screaming, the doors were ripped off their hinges, and David came in. Behind him were dozens of bodies littered. He smirked at all the gore.
"I liked the sounds he made. They were deserving. But now...it's time to go."
He'd wait for her to come forward into his arms before he would start back out the way he came in.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 27, 2013 21:33:01 GMT -8
She glowered at the torn body all around her, his screaming and his last words still ringing in her ears. Part of her was horrified with what she had done...but it was growing smaller and more distant by the day, in comparison to the larger part of herself; that bit that had wanted to undertake this mission in the first place. Though it had been warranted, it still reminded her how much she hated killing.
And how very, very good at it she was.
And no. Kyrie would never forget. But, one day, she would come to terms with it and it would become but a harmless memory.
It was a small, potentially meaningless gesture. But not an empty one. She had promised to keep her safe...and she was doing so, by eliminating one of the young Dragon's biggest threats.
The door opened, David's silhouette standing in the door frame.
"I liked the sounds he made. They were deserving. But now...it's time to go."
Delilah nodded and got to her feet, silent. Worn out. Drained. She approached her friend, walking into his arms with a sigh of gratitude.
"Let's get out of here."
She needed a goddamn shower.
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Post by David B. on Sept 28, 2013 13:34:14 GMT -8
David would gently take the woman into his arms, not looking into the room she had just redecorated with Mason too deeply. He would lift his feet off the ground and rocket out of the facility, anyone caught in his path now blown away.
He would head off home, holding Delilah carefully. They had about an hour long trip...so David would break the mold carefully.
"Del...are you gonna be okay?"
Since...she had kind torn a man apart rather easily and all.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 28, 2013 13:56:09 GMT -8
She held tight to David as they flew up and towards Long Beach once again (flying was still remarkably unsettling for the mechanic), silent for a while after he asked his question. It was a good one, at any rate. Was she going to be okay?
"...yes. Eventually. It was right. What we did was not easy, or 'good' but it was right."
She had to believe that.
"It was...easy. He played right into the trap with no problems. Killing him was even easier."
She paused in her musings, considering.
"He died before I tore him apart."
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Post by David B. on Sept 29, 2013 1:44:00 GMT -8
David flew on in silence, listening as she spoke, before-
"It was right, definitely. Letting people like that live....hurt far more people in the long run. And he deserved to suffer everything he did, before the end."
David looked down at her, a little worried for the girl who seemed a bit...out of sorts.
"Del...do you need me to land so you can...catch your breath a bit?"
Yknow...have a break?
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