Characters:OU Harth Fray, OU Tomo, Open Where:The park When:Night Summary:Harth baited a few to a show down, Tomo will be using his powers of illusion to fake Harth's death. Warnings:Violence, swearing, everything else TBA
Wufei had spent far too much time over the past two weeks reviewing where he had gone wrong -- the so many places he had gone wrong -- in his last encounter with Harth Fray. First at the top of the list had been the information regarding Fray which he did not have; that had influenced everything which came afterward. This time, he would be better prepared. Of course, so was the vampire.
The park itself was large enough that searching out Fray would take some time. The Chinese pilot had plenty of it to waste, however, as he stalked his way down a thin path, noting areas he had seen before. He ducked under a low-hanging branch that scraped some strands of hair free from his tight tail, ignoring the harsh air that turned his breath into mist as he walked. Harth would choose a place advantageous to himself...
Upon entering the field, Wufei would see Harth standing there, arms crossed, staring up into the parted, starry sky. He either couldn't sense Wufei coming, or he was just waiting. He was unarmed, wearing nothing more then a shirt, pants and shoes, just as he did when Wufei met him the first time.
"Wufeei.." he cooed after a few minutes. "Don't keep me waiting."
Heero came running into the park, gun loaded. He didn't want to fight Harth. It was a battle he knew he couldn't win. But there was no way he was letting Wufei go alone to get himself killed. If Harth wanted him so bad, well, he could have him, as long as it wasn't anyone else.
Wufei paused in his stalking for just a moment; he thought he heard a voice in the distance. Listening carefully, he identified it: masculine, shouting, with a hint of urgency -- Heero. Of course it was Heero, who thought Wufei incompetent against any of the dangers in this place, who thought Wufei to be powerless, weak. He'd prove the Wing Zero pilot wrong
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Harth turned to Heero, smiling a predatory smile. Almost like he knew something Heero didn't. Almost. Smug, really. He watched the young man and waited for him to venture closer. "I didn't think you'd be the first." He started walking towards Heero, eyes gleaming.
"What should we play? Cat and mouse? Sounds fun, doesn't it? I remember watching old scopes with my sister.. Mouse won sometimes.." All the time actually.. And the mouse was the smarter.. Which made Harth, in a way, the mouse.
"I told you, Heero. I want to play, that's about it. I want to see how your little squad works.." he paused, eyeing the gun. "You really thing that will hurt me?"
Heero flipped the safety off. It had been a very long time since he had shot anyone. "Maybe not. Might slow you down," he admitted. "I told you, I'm not interested in playing with you. And there is no squad. I came alone."
Heero had beat him to the clearing, Wufei realized, listening to the conversation as he stayed within the safe cover of the trees, just for the moment.
Damn; he didn't have a clear shot, and with Heero pulling his own gun, bringing it into play would be ill-advised. Skulking about was not his usual modus operandi, and leaving Heero to deal with Harth on his own was also ill-advised, but it was necessary to work smart here, rather than leap directly into a confrontation. He began to work his way around the clearing, looking for a better angle.
"Go ahead then, Heero.." Harth smiled deviously, brows perched gleefully. "Hit me with your best shot."
If It was only Heero then.. well.. well that was boring. Oh well. He was a player after all. He noticed a slight shadow near the tree line. Someone else? Perhaps Wufei, perhaps more. He took steps towards Heero then, stopping only 10 feet away unless Heero shot at him.
Heero raised the gun the moment Harth moved. It had been so long... "Stop," he growled. "I asked you want you wanted. I...I don't want to fight you. I just want this to end."
He hesitated because this wasn't entirely true. There was nothing Heero wanted more than to kick Harth's ass. He just wasn't sure he could.
"Toy.." Harth chuckled... "Because this could all end with you!" He barked, laughing at the boy, jerking forward to provoke the boy. "Well... Actually.. if I kill you, the only people I have to contend with, really.. is that woman and your little Quatre.. No body else really cares much for you, at lease, none of which who would avenge.."
Yuy was taking too long. The point wasn't to talk Harth to death.
The vampire was a danger to everyone; let the rest of the compound talk over how to deal with the Joker to death, let the Alliance make the mistake of revealing its inner workings so that its hands were tied, unable to make any moves of significant impact.
Wufei was a Preventer, and sometimes, preventing a catastrophe meant taking part in another, more minor catastrophe. Even if Sally hated it, and was always telling him to prioritize human life. There was a point where the only solution was to euthanize the mad dog before it could bite anyone else.
He'd never taken a vow to not kill as Heero had. So he'd do what Heero could not.
At last finding a good open space between two trees, Wufei reached into his jacket and pulled his pistol from the hidden holster, very carefully sighting and taking aim.
His lips curled in a tiny malicious grin as he pulled the trigger.
Heero almost smirked at Harth's words. His life was not worth avenging. He opened his mouth to say so when the shot rang out; on pure instinct he took his gun off Harth and took aim at the source.
The shot hit it's mark, or, a mark. Harth took it in the chest, falling back into the snow. It took only moment's for him to recover, but he found himself remaining on the snow, the little water particles starting to stick to his skin.
He thought he might be stiff, after this. Perhaps he should have worn a coat? Harth turned his head to look over at Heero and just who he was going to shoot at now.
(The strike force is ready. Permission to step in here? Posting order Sylv & minions > Leon > Eko (from the previous thread) > Wufei > Heero > Harth. Sound okay?)
The park itself was large enough that searching out Fray would take some time. The Chinese pilot had plenty of it to waste, however, as he stalked his way down a thin path, noting areas he had seen before. He ducked under a low-hanging branch that scraped some strands of hair free from his tight tail, ignoring the harsh air that turned his breath into mist as he walked. Harth would choose a place advantageous to himself...
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"Wufeei.." he cooed after a few minutes. "Don't keep me waiting."
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"Hey!" he shouted. "I'm here! Hey!"
He had to find him before Wufei did.
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"What should we play? Cat and mouse? Sounds fun, doesn't it? I remember watching old scopes with my sister.. Mouse won sometimes.." All the time actually.. And the mouse was the smarter.. Which made Harth, in a way, the mouse.
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Damn; he didn't have a clear shot, and with Heero pulling his own gun, bringing it into play would be ill-advised. Skulking about was not his usual modus operandi, and leaving Heero to deal with Harth on his own was also ill-advised, but it was necessary to work smart here, rather than leap directly into a confrontation. He began to work his way around the clearing, looking for a better angle.
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If It was only Heero then.. well.. well that was boring. Oh well. He was a player after all. He noticed a slight shadow near the tree line. Someone else? Perhaps Wufei, perhaps more. He took steps towards Heero then, stopping only 10 feet away unless Heero shot at him.
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He hesitated because this wasn't entirely true. There was nothing Heero wanted more than to kick Harth's ass. He just wasn't sure he could.
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The vampire was a danger to everyone; let the rest of the compound talk over how to deal with the Joker to death, let the Alliance make the mistake of revealing its inner workings so that its hands were tied, unable to make any moves of significant impact.
Wufei was a Preventer, and sometimes, preventing a catastrophe meant taking part in another, more minor catastrophe. Even if Sally hated it, and was always telling him to prioritize human life. There was a point where the only solution was to euthanize the mad dog before it could bite anyone else.
He'd never taken a vow to not kill as Heero had. So he'd do what Heero could not.
At last finding a good open space between two trees, Wufei reached into his jacket and pulled his pistol from the hidden holster, very carefully sighting and taking aim.
His lips curled in a tiny malicious grin as he pulled the trigger.
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He thought he might be stiff, after this. Perhaps he should have worn a coat? Harth turned his head to look over at Heero and just who he was going to shoot at now.
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