Post by Insanitytea on Jan 20, 2011 21:57:38 GMT
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[shadow=red,left,300]Shadow of Death[/shadow]
A shadow soars through the purple sky above an empty alley. Puddles shining in the moonlight are momentarily extinguished as the tumbling figure throws his slender shadow to the street below. He disappears onto the next rooftop and all is normal once again.
Two years earlier:
Up on his vantage point Sombra Demuerte surveyed the city as a wolf does a flock of sheep. Despite the blanket of darkness that suffocated the majority of the streets, he seemed to be able to see fine. He was a master of three different martial arts, and an Olympic gold metalist in acrobatics twice over. And now he was the protector of San Francisco.
Sensing a disturbance behind him, Sombra whirled around, knife blades gleaming as if excited. Instantly, they were at the man’s throat. Sombra recognized his accomplice and lowered the weapons, returning them to the sheathes at his arms.
“You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that,” he scolded in his Spanish accent.
“Must uh slipped ma mind,” said the man.
“Jaron, I could have killed you.”
“You never kill someone before looking at ‘em, I know you Bro.”
“I do enjoy seeing the life leave their eyes,” Sombra agreed. “And I’m not your brother.”
“Best I’ve got.” Jaron said.
Jaron Kyle was a tall man, with a regular build, and a slight Texas drawl. He had four sisters and no brothers, and had taken a liking to Demuerte when he saved Kyle from a mugger.
“Why are you here anyways?” Sombra inquired.
“Wonderin’ when you was gettin’ to that,” Jaron laughed. “I reckon someone is tryin’ teh kill yah.”
“Again? He a new guy?” Sombra asked
“Yeah,”
“Well I can be rather irritating.”
“Your makin’ jokes? This guy wants teh kill yah.”
“Let him try!” Sombra taunted.
Demuerte did a perfect back flip and dropped off the roof. In seconds he was flying back up with another backflip and landed on the neighbouring roof.
“Awnings: they do more than keep you dry!” Sombra said.
Back at his apartment, Sombra changed from his solid leather clothing to his more stealthy clothing, still black. Striding out to his balcony, Demuerte gazed out over the city, contemplating his options. He could either search for this man, in which case he was likely to be killed. He could get information on his location before searching for him, which would probably take too long. Or he could wait for his opponent to make his move first, then strike him down before Sombra got hurt. This option was more dangerous to his partner than himself. The murderer would probably target Jaron in order to make Sombra come out into the open to find him to get revenge. But sombra wasn’t the revenge type. He only killed to protect others not to punish someone who had done him wrong. Sombra decided to wait. He also decided not to tell Jaron. He might jeopardize the entire operation. So all he had to do was bide his time. As his parents would say: ‘Tu turno oponente’*.
Two nights later:
Nonchalantly, the shadowed figure leaned against the wall of the alley of an apartment building. He had to wait for Mr. Kyle to sleep before he could act. He struggled to keep still, he was so close it made him practically vibrate with excitement. Soon, Sombra Demuerte and Jaron Kyle would be six-feet-under and out of his way. He just had to drag Demuerte out of hiding. To do that he would need to kill Mr. Kyle and out would come Sombra. Not for revenge, but for justice. Demuerte was never one for revenge. If he had only kidnapped Jaron and held him hostage, Sombra wouldn’t care. But the man was perfectly happy to kill the lucky punk who had been taken from his clutches by the unfriendly hero. He would destroy them both very soon. Then he, Jacob Shade, would be forever Known as the one who killed the infamous Sombra Demuerte. He chuckled in spite of himself, violence always made him giddy.
Sombra was up on the roof across the street when he Spotted the odd figure leaning on Jaron’s apartment building. He had to get over there and kill the dangerous criminal. But how to do that without alerting the criminal was what held him back. He may be a good jumper but he certainly wasn’t that good. And walking over there would be complicated as well. The street was too well lit to allow passage unseen, and there was nothing to hide behind. He might be forced to take out a street light or two. He never wanted to damage property if he could help it, but he started searching the rooftop for pebbles nonetheless.
The streetlight nearest Jacob exploded in a shower of plastic and glass and darkened the alley further. He suddenly felt the sharp edge of Sombra’s knife Karen cutting into his adams apple.
He finally had the dirt-bag by the throat with his Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, Killer Karen. There would be no struggle, this man was too dangerous to be kept alive.
“What is your name villain?” Sombra asked with authority, “I like to be on a first name basis with those I kill.”
“Jacob Shade, I believe we’ve met before.”Jacob said, “I tried to mug Jaron.”
“Ah.” Sombra said then slit Jacob’s throat with expert’s precision.
Jacob fell like a sack of potatoes- dead potatoes.
“He’s good, I’ll give him that”admired Aaron Wolff to his assistant, who both watched the take-down on the traffic cameras,”I believe we have underestimated him”
”Call Ben Kaymen, I have a job for him.”
“Yes, sir.” said the rather diminutive assistant, who very closely resembled a mouse.
“Sombra Demuerte must die. We cannot go on with our plans while he is alive. The world will be mine as soon as he is dead.”said Aaron, “I will use any means necessary to be rid of him.”
“Of course, sir”agreed the assistant.
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[shadow=red,left,300]Shadow of Death[/shadow]
A shadow soars through the purple sky above an empty alley. Puddles shining in the moonlight are momentarily extinguished as the tumbling figure throws his slender shadow to the street below. He disappears onto the next rooftop and all is normal once again.
Two years earlier:
Up on his vantage point Sombra Demuerte surveyed the city as a wolf does a flock of sheep. Despite the blanket of darkness that suffocated the majority of the streets, he seemed to be able to see fine. He was a master of three different martial arts, and an Olympic gold metalist in acrobatics twice over. And now he was the protector of San Francisco.
Sensing a disturbance behind him, Sombra whirled around, knife blades gleaming as if excited. Instantly, they were at the man’s throat. Sombra recognized his accomplice and lowered the weapons, returning them to the sheathes at his arms.
“You know you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that,” he scolded in his Spanish accent.
“Must uh slipped ma mind,” said the man.
“Jaron, I could have killed you.”
“You never kill someone before looking at ‘em, I know you Bro.”
“I do enjoy seeing the life leave their eyes,” Sombra agreed. “And I’m not your brother.”
“Best I’ve got.” Jaron said.
Jaron Kyle was a tall man, with a regular build, and a slight Texas drawl. He had four sisters and no brothers, and had taken a liking to Demuerte when he saved Kyle from a mugger.
“Why are you here anyways?” Sombra inquired.
“Wonderin’ when you was gettin’ to that,” Jaron laughed. “I reckon someone is tryin’ teh kill yah.”
“Again? He a new guy?” Sombra asked
“Yeah,”
“Well I can be rather irritating.”
“Your makin’ jokes? This guy wants teh kill yah.”
“Let him try!” Sombra taunted.
Demuerte did a perfect back flip and dropped off the roof. In seconds he was flying back up with another backflip and landed on the neighbouring roof.
“Awnings: they do more than keep you dry!” Sombra said.
* * * * *
Back at his apartment, Sombra changed from his solid leather clothing to his more stealthy clothing, still black. Striding out to his balcony, Demuerte gazed out over the city, contemplating his options. He could either search for this man, in which case he was likely to be killed. He could get information on his location before searching for him, which would probably take too long. Or he could wait for his opponent to make his move first, then strike him down before Sombra got hurt. This option was more dangerous to his partner than himself. The murderer would probably target Jaron in order to make Sombra come out into the open to find him to get revenge. But sombra wasn’t the revenge type. He only killed to protect others not to punish someone who had done him wrong. Sombra decided to wait. He also decided not to tell Jaron. He might jeopardize the entire operation. So all he had to do was bide his time. As his parents would say: ‘Tu turno oponente’*.
* * * * *
Two nights later:
Nonchalantly, the shadowed figure leaned against the wall of the alley of an apartment building. He had to wait for Mr. Kyle to sleep before he could act. He struggled to keep still, he was so close it made him practically vibrate with excitement. Soon, Sombra Demuerte and Jaron Kyle would be six-feet-under and out of his way. He just had to drag Demuerte out of hiding. To do that he would need to kill Mr. Kyle and out would come Sombra. Not for revenge, but for justice. Demuerte was never one for revenge. If he had only kidnapped Jaron and held him hostage, Sombra wouldn’t care. But the man was perfectly happy to kill the lucky punk who had been taken from his clutches by the unfriendly hero. He would destroy them both very soon. Then he, Jacob Shade, would be forever Known as the one who killed the infamous Sombra Demuerte. He chuckled in spite of himself, violence always made him giddy.
* * * * *
Sombra was up on the roof across the street when he Spotted the odd figure leaning on Jaron’s apartment building. He had to get over there and kill the dangerous criminal. But how to do that without alerting the criminal was what held him back. He may be a good jumper but he certainly wasn’t that good. And walking over there would be complicated as well. The street was too well lit to allow passage unseen, and there was nothing to hide behind. He might be forced to take out a street light or two. He never wanted to damage property if he could help it, but he started searching the rooftop for pebbles nonetheless.
* * * * *
The streetlight nearest Jacob exploded in a shower of plastic and glass and darkened the alley further. He suddenly felt the sharp edge of Sombra’s knife Karen cutting into his adams apple.
* * * * *
He finally had the dirt-bag by the throat with his Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, Killer Karen. There would be no struggle, this man was too dangerous to be kept alive.
“What is your name villain?” Sombra asked with authority, “I like to be on a first name basis with those I kill.”
“Jacob Shade, I believe we’ve met before.”Jacob said, “I tried to mug Jaron.”
“Ah.” Sombra said then slit Jacob’s throat with expert’s precision.
Jacob fell like a sack of potatoes- dead potatoes.
* * * * *
“He’s good, I’ll give him that”admired Aaron Wolff to his assistant, who both watched the take-down on the traffic cameras,”I believe we have underestimated him”
”Call Ben Kaymen, I have a job for him.”
“Yes, sir.” said the rather diminutive assistant, who very closely resembled a mouse.
“Sombra Demuerte must die. We cannot go on with our plans while he is alive. The world will be mine as soon as he is dead.”said Aaron, “I will use any means necessary to be rid of him.”
“Of course, sir”agreed the assistant.
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