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WHO: Nina Sayers | herturn and NPCs.
WHERE: Several somewheres in the City.
WHEN: Friday (FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON no i'll shut up)
WARNINGS: Death.
SUMMARY: Nina's powers activate for the first time.
FORMAT: Sololololo THE LAST ONE FOR A LONG (??) WHILE I PROMISE.
"You did this. You did this, you crazy bitch! Get out of here before I call the cops!"
Nina stared with complete loss and guilt at her co-worker, muttering weak apologies, stumbling and faltering before she finally brought herself to turn around and flee.
She only stopped when night touched the sky and when she realized she was lost. The usually crowded streets dissipated into darker and deserted roads. Concrete buildings were covered in shredded posters, barely lit up by the electricity towering over her.
She saw three men in the distance.
Nina tried to avoid them with her eyes and in their paths, crossing to the other side of the street after a car drove by. She started to run when they dropped any efforts of hiding their intention and went after her. One of them grabbed her bag, then her shoulders, pulled her into an alleyway and slammed her against the wall. He covered her mouth when she tried to scream, muffling her whimpers and cries. The second stood watch while the third dug into her purse, fingers readily curled around a small blade.
Exactly fifteen seconds passed by.
And then there was only darkness.
♔
His life had never been remarkable. Quite the opposite, in fact. A walking cliché in a city infested with them, wandering around familiar streets with his so-called friends. They had nothing planned for that night, they rarely had -- they simply snatched an opportunity when they saw it. In this case, it took the shape of an afflicted woman walking by herself.
It was only when he pulled the tags from her purse that he realized who she was: an imPort, one of those people brought in by the machine, packed with superpowers and dangerously righteous attitudes. He tried to warn the others in hopes that they could make a run for it before finding out what her abilities were. Instead, they were surrounded with a flash of white light.
There wouldn't be much left to remember after that. Red and black eyes and a slow smile, darkness and light covering the woman carving into his head with her gaze and her words. Her hand was soft when it brushed against his cheek. She looked almost intrigued by him, following the lines of his skin with her eyes. Her lips did not move when he heard her speak. His awe and reverence were suddenly overtaken by the sensation of the blade in his hands. He had to do something with it. Slit their throats. Hurt them for hurting others. It was their fault. They had it coming and so did he. He'd kill them and he'd give himself a fair and well deserved death.
The others tried to fight him, but there seemed to be little strength left in them to succeed. His hand tensed and dropped the weapon when he finally connected it with his throat, trying to make one last sound, trying to take one last look at the woman who had brought him redemption.
He saw her collapse on the ground barely a moment before he shut down.
♔
The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own gasp, wheezing loudly, hands shaking, focusing back on reality.
She saw blurred silhouettes sprawled on the floor. The image of three men attacking her were foggy, but still enough to send her heart and mind into a panic. Then she felt something wet on her hands, pressed against the wall behind her.
She looked down at her palm. Her eyes traced a line down her chest and arms. Blood was spattered everywhere. Nina drew another sharp breath and sobbed, horrified and disgusted, now fully grasping the display of the three dead men around her. She saw the same blade, completely covered in red, dropped somewhere next to the man who had used it to kill the others.
Eight seconds passed.
She grabbed her bag and ran.
WHERE: Several somewheres in the City.
WHEN: Friday (FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON no i'll shut up)
WARNINGS: Death.
SUMMARY: Nina's powers activate for the first time.
FORMAT: Sololololo THE LAST ONE FOR A LONG (??) WHILE I PROMISE.
"You did this. You did this, you crazy bitch! Get out of here before I call the cops!"
Nina stared with complete loss and guilt at her co-worker, muttering weak apologies, stumbling and faltering before she finally brought herself to turn around and flee.
She only stopped when night touched the sky and when she realized she was lost. The usually crowded streets dissipated into darker and deserted roads. Concrete buildings were covered in shredded posters, barely lit up by the electricity towering over her.
She saw three men in the distance.
Nina tried to avoid them with her eyes and in their paths, crossing to the other side of the street after a car drove by. She started to run when they dropped any efforts of hiding their intention and went after her. One of them grabbed her bag, then her shoulders, pulled her into an alleyway and slammed her against the wall. He covered her mouth when she tried to scream, muffling her whimpers and cries. The second stood watch while the third dug into her purse, fingers readily curled around a small blade.
Exactly fifteen seconds passed by.
And then there was only darkness.
♔
His life had never been remarkable. Quite the opposite, in fact. A walking cliché in a city infested with them, wandering around familiar streets with his so-called friends. They had nothing planned for that night, they rarely had -- they simply snatched an opportunity when they saw it. In this case, it took the shape of an afflicted woman walking by herself.
It was only when he pulled the tags from her purse that he realized who she was: an imPort, one of those people brought in by the machine, packed with superpowers and dangerously righteous attitudes. He tried to warn the others in hopes that they could make a run for it before finding out what her abilities were. Instead, they were surrounded with a flash of white light.
There wouldn't be much left to remember after that. Red and black eyes and a slow smile, darkness and light covering the woman carving into his head with her gaze and her words. Her hand was soft when it brushed against his cheek. She looked almost intrigued by him, following the lines of his skin with her eyes. Her lips did not move when he heard her speak. His awe and reverence were suddenly overtaken by the sensation of the blade in his hands. He had to do something with it. Slit their throats. Hurt them for hurting others. It was their fault. They had it coming and so did he. He'd kill them and he'd give himself a fair and well deserved death.
The others tried to fight him, but there seemed to be little strength left in them to succeed. His hand tensed and dropped the weapon when he finally connected it with his throat, trying to make one last sound, trying to take one last look at the woman who had brought him redemption.
He saw her collapse on the ground barely a moment before he shut down.
♔
The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own gasp, wheezing loudly, hands shaking, focusing back on reality.
She saw blurred silhouettes sprawled on the floor. The image of three men attacking her were foggy, but still enough to send her heart and mind into a panic. Then she felt something wet on her hands, pressed against the wall behind her.
She looked down at her palm. Her eyes traced a line down her chest and arms. Blood was spattered everywhere. Nina drew another sharp breath and sobbed, horrified and disgusted, now fully grasping the display of the three dead men around her. She saw the same blade, completely covered in red, dropped somewhere next to the man who had used it to kill the others.
Eight seconds passed.
She grabbed her bag and ran.