Post by Malik Moriga-Tay on Apr 3, 2014 16:35:36 GMT
Malik let herself sink further into the pod as her mind wandered. Safe behind the cloak and shields of Scarab the gentle warmth swallowed her completely and carried her away. A few seconds later cold blue eyes snapped open and hungrily scanned the ships systems for an indication of something to kill.
Bright white hate burned through her head she grappled for the memory that kept her focussed. The one she would not share with herself for fear of pushing too far or triggering a descent into a useless catatonic state. “No” she thought as she scoured the sensors, “this one remains mine.”
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The clouds drifted through the blue summer sky above. Stretching out she stroked her hands through the fragrant grass of the field in which she lay and watched their progress with childlike curiosity.
“I think I can hear them coming back” she fretted.
“Shhh sweets, your safe now. Nothing can touch you here…I promise I will take care of you. Just sleep, stay here….I’ll let you know when it’s over.”
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The basement door opened. “Fuck!” exclaimed Hett, raising a gloved hand to his face “its stinks in here.” Turning to allow Rela to push past him he exclaimed to his brother Galn “smells like the bitch already died!”
Rela’s boots crunched through the debris covering the room’s floor, a mix of litter and broken glass from the now boarded windows high above that once opened to the street.
When she reached the form curled up on the mattress she gave it a kick. If the body registered the blow it made no response, glazed eyes remaining fixed on some distant point above.
Hett followed the boss into the room and stood over their motionless captive. “Fucking smells like she pissed herself.”
Rela squatted down to get a closer look at the face with the unfocused eyes. “You smell worse” she replied “and what’s your excuse? If we’d pumped you up with half of what she’s had you’d have chocked to death on your own puke days ago.”
She stared at those blue eyes, seemingly looking for some hint of recognition or awareness. “Are you still in there little bird? Or did you fly away from me already?”
Hett shuffled his feet and glanced back round to his brother standing by the door. “C’mon Rela, lets just slit her throat and get out of this shit hole”
Rela made no move. “He said overdose and that’s how it will go. Dead's dead true enough. That ships crew will be back from raiding soon and it’s a shame to waste this before they can have some fun.”
“Ah fuck boss” Hett complained “then why did you have to go cut her up so bad and spoil her looks?” The long gash on the woman’s forehead had clotted badly, her matted hair now stuck to the wound, dried blood covering half her face. Rela touched the fading scratch marks on her cheek before resting her hand on the combat knife at her waist. “She had it coming….bitch shouldn’t have fought back.”
“Besides, when did looks ever put you off eh Hett? she replied. “But your right, she’s spoilt goods and needs cleaning up first”. Without looking around she called out to Galn. “go up and bring the fire hose down here.” She pulled a small pile of brightly coloured gawdy underwear from a pocket “let’s try and make her a bit more appealing for the boys shall we?”
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Birds flew overhead, and she tried to sink further into the grass, further from the voices at the edge of her hearing.
“Calm sweets….calm….almost done”
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Galn turned, grumbling under his breath, and went in search as directed.
Hett pulled a cigarette from a flak jacket pocket and then started patting around for a light.
Rela leaned a little closer to the bruised and bloody upturned face before whispering “I hope you’ve gone, I really do….wouldn’t wish what was coming to you on even my worse enemy…"
Malik blinked.
The shard of glass clutched in her left hand struck Rela squarely in the side of the throat, the shocked gasp of breath from the woman’s mouth splattering arterial blood out over her face. Lunging forward as Hett turned at the sound, lighter half way to his mouth, the second glass shard punched upwards into the soft spot between his groin and upper thigh. Palm lacerated she gave a vicious twist, breaking the blade off in the wound. He uttered a strangled shriek as he fell to his knees, hands flying down to grasp the damage. The gore splattered woman slowly stood up, not saying a word, never taking her eyes from the door she reached down and loosed the knife from the bawling mans jacket.
Boots thundered down the stairs as Galn reacted to the screams coming from below. As he turned into the room he barely registered the two writhing forms before the girl flew at his chest. Silently she stabbed at his torso with one hand while clawing away with the other.
Galn grunted in surprise as the tip of the blade penetrated his flack jacket, staggering back into the corridor before hitting the wall. He swung with his left and connected with the girl’s ribs, ears registering a crack as she continued to gouge at his face. His right hand caught a fist full of hair and he yanked backwards, forcing her teeth away from his cheek. He pushed forward hard with his legs and drove her into the door frame behind, her head snapping forward to connect cleanly with his nose. Crimson blood splattered out, mixing with Rela’s and the old brown blood already plastered across her face.
His right hand caught the knife and he twisted as hard as he could, smiling briefly at her shriek as the wrist snapped, blade dropping from her fist. His victory was short lived as her nails found their marks and pulped his left eye, vitreous humor squirting out as he toppled forward and fell back into the room with a grunt, lading heavily on top of her.
“Aaargh! Fuck..fuck…FUCK!! He screamed as he pushed himself up onto his hands, the body beneath him squirming frantically to pull away. Clasping the remains of his eye he caught hold of an ankle and yanked it back towards him. “Fuck! I’m gonna smash you fucking skull in whore!” he screamed, bloody spittle spraying out over his beard.
A second yank and he dragged her back away from his brother and close enough to grasp the stained grey shirt she still wore. As he clawed her close she went limp and made no move to fight. He focused down on her, fist raised, just in time to recognise his brother’s pistol in her hands before she calmly pulled the trigger.
The boom reverberated in the basement room as the blast lifted him off her and back across the room. Ribs shattered from the impact he slumped against the wall, a bloody hole blackened in the body armour that just saved his life. She stood slowly and levelled the gun at him again. Smiling faintly she didn’t blink as she emptied the rest of the clip into him, red mist and bloody chunks splattering the interior of the room.
The gun clattered to the floor as the reverberations of the discharge echoed away. Silence descended, punctuated only by the feeble thrashing of Rela and Hett's quiet whimpers.
She brushed her matted hair clear from her eyes and calmly retrieved the dropped knife from the corridor. She paused at the foot of the stairs for a second before turning back into the abattoir of a room. Humming gently to herself she pulled the door closed and focused all her attention on the two left alive within.
She had no idea how long the butchery had taken her as she staggered out into the neon lights of an ally. She shuffled a few feet towards the flow of people visible at the end before a passing reveller noticed her bloody form. Calls and exclamations filled her ears as she sank down to the ground, only allowing the knife to be removed from her grip and unconsciousness to take her when she caught site of the eagle badge adorning the mans body armour.
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“Its safe, you can come back out now little one….I’ve finished for now” she murmured to herself as she slipped into the dark.
Bright white hate burned through her head she grappled for the memory that kept her focussed. The one she would not share with herself for fear of pushing too far or triggering a descent into a useless catatonic state. “No” she thought as she scoured the sensors, “this one remains mine.”
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The clouds drifted through the blue summer sky above. Stretching out she stroked her hands through the fragrant grass of the field in which she lay and watched their progress with childlike curiosity.
“I think I can hear them coming back” she fretted.
“Shhh sweets, your safe now. Nothing can touch you here…I promise I will take care of you. Just sleep, stay here….I’ll let you know when it’s over.”
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The basement door opened. “Fuck!” exclaimed Hett, raising a gloved hand to his face “its stinks in here.” Turning to allow Rela to push past him he exclaimed to his brother Galn “smells like the bitch already died!”
Rela’s boots crunched through the debris covering the room’s floor, a mix of litter and broken glass from the now boarded windows high above that once opened to the street.
When she reached the form curled up on the mattress she gave it a kick. If the body registered the blow it made no response, glazed eyes remaining fixed on some distant point above.
Hett followed the boss into the room and stood over their motionless captive. “Fucking smells like she pissed herself.”
Rela squatted down to get a closer look at the face with the unfocused eyes. “You smell worse” she replied “and what’s your excuse? If we’d pumped you up with half of what she’s had you’d have chocked to death on your own puke days ago.”
She stared at those blue eyes, seemingly looking for some hint of recognition or awareness. “Are you still in there little bird? Or did you fly away from me already?”
Hett shuffled his feet and glanced back round to his brother standing by the door. “C’mon Rela, lets just slit her throat and get out of this shit hole”
Rela made no move. “He said overdose and that’s how it will go. Dead's dead true enough. That ships crew will be back from raiding soon and it’s a shame to waste this before they can have some fun.”
“Ah fuck boss” Hett complained “then why did you have to go cut her up so bad and spoil her looks?” The long gash on the woman’s forehead had clotted badly, her matted hair now stuck to the wound, dried blood covering half her face. Rela touched the fading scratch marks on her cheek before resting her hand on the combat knife at her waist. “She had it coming….bitch shouldn’t have fought back.”
“Besides, when did looks ever put you off eh Hett? she replied. “But your right, she’s spoilt goods and needs cleaning up first”. Without looking around she called out to Galn. “go up and bring the fire hose down here.” She pulled a small pile of brightly coloured gawdy underwear from a pocket “let’s try and make her a bit more appealing for the boys shall we?”
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Birds flew overhead, and she tried to sink further into the grass, further from the voices at the edge of her hearing.
“Calm sweets….calm….almost done”
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Galn turned, grumbling under his breath, and went in search as directed.
Hett pulled a cigarette from a flak jacket pocket and then started patting around for a light.
Rela leaned a little closer to the bruised and bloody upturned face before whispering “I hope you’ve gone, I really do….wouldn’t wish what was coming to you on even my worse enemy…"
Malik blinked.
The shard of glass clutched in her left hand struck Rela squarely in the side of the throat, the shocked gasp of breath from the woman’s mouth splattering arterial blood out over her face. Lunging forward as Hett turned at the sound, lighter half way to his mouth, the second glass shard punched upwards into the soft spot between his groin and upper thigh. Palm lacerated she gave a vicious twist, breaking the blade off in the wound. He uttered a strangled shriek as he fell to his knees, hands flying down to grasp the damage. The gore splattered woman slowly stood up, not saying a word, never taking her eyes from the door she reached down and loosed the knife from the bawling mans jacket.
Boots thundered down the stairs as Galn reacted to the screams coming from below. As he turned into the room he barely registered the two writhing forms before the girl flew at his chest. Silently she stabbed at his torso with one hand while clawing away with the other.
Galn grunted in surprise as the tip of the blade penetrated his flack jacket, staggering back into the corridor before hitting the wall. He swung with his left and connected with the girl’s ribs, ears registering a crack as she continued to gouge at his face. His right hand caught a fist full of hair and he yanked backwards, forcing her teeth away from his cheek. He pushed forward hard with his legs and drove her into the door frame behind, her head snapping forward to connect cleanly with his nose. Crimson blood splattered out, mixing with Rela’s and the old brown blood already plastered across her face.
His right hand caught the knife and he twisted as hard as he could, smiling briefly at her shriek as the wrist snapped, blade dropping from her fist. His victory was short lived as her nails found their marks and pulped his left eye, vitreous humor squirting out as he toppled forward and fell back into the room with a grunt, lading heavily on top of her.
“Aaargh! Fuck..fuck…FUCK!! He screamed as he pushed himself up onto his hands, the body beneath him squirming frantically to pull away. Clasping the remains of his eye he caught hold of an ankle and yanked it back towards him. “Fuck! I’m gonna smash you fucking skull in whore!” he screamed, bloody spittle spraying out over his beard.
A second yank and he dragged her back away from his brother and close enough to grasp the stained grey shirt she still wore. As he clawed her close she went limp and made no move to fight. He focused down on her, fist raised, just in time to recognise his brother’s pistol in her hands before she calmly pulled the trigger.
The boom reverberated in the basement room as the blast lifted him off her and back across the room. Ribs shattered from the impact he slumped against the wall, a bloody hole blackened in the body armour that just saved his life. She stood slowly and levelled the gun at him again. Smiling faintly she didn’t blink as she emptied the rest of the clip into him, red mist and bloody chunks splattering the interior of the room.
The gun clattered to the floor as the reverberations of the discharge echoed away. Silence descended, punctuated only by the feeble thrashing of Rela and Hett's quiet whimpers.
She brushed her matted hair clear from her eyes and calmly retrieved the dropped knife from the corridor. She paused at the foot of the stairs for a second before turning back into the abattoir of a room. Humming gently to herself she pulled the door closed and focused all her attention on the two left alive within.
She had no idea how long the butchery had taken her as she staggered out into the neon lights of an ally. She shuffled a few feet towards the flow of people visible at the end before a passing reveller noticed her bloody form. Calls and exclamations filled her ears as she sank down to the ground, only allowing the knife to be removed from her grip and unconsciousness to take her when she caught site of the eagle badge adorning the mans body armour.
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“Its safe, you can come back out now little one….I’ve finished for now” she murmured to herself as she slipped into the dark.
