The Fires of Justice Burn Bright! (Closed) Apr 28, 2018 17:20:31 GMT -6 Belladonna Atropa likes this
Post by Captain Terryn on Apr 28, 2018 17:20:31 GMT -6
| The Fires of Justice Burn Bright! |
|Terryn's PL: 27,000|
|PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
Somewhere, in the darkest of alleys within Satan City...
''The hell y'mean you don't have the money? We 'ad a deal!'' A grizzled voice spat in anger. ''Big Cheese doesn't like t' wait, y'know? We already let y' off the hook once. So, let me ask again...'' A second voice hissed slyly. The two shaded figures leaned forward ominously, their glares penetrating the resolve of a young Brenchian. ''Where's. The. Money?'' The words cut through the ominous silence, the repeated tapping of a baseball bat against the thug's open palm echoing through the air.
''I-I-I swear I'll g-get you the money! J-Just give me a few more days! P-Please!!'' The Brenchian begged in horror, kneeling infront of them as teary eyes stared up at the frightening glares. A discontent puff came from the two of them as the larger figure tightened his grip on the bat. ''Sorry bub, wrong answer.'' The smaller one replied curtly, cracking a disgusting grin as the burlier one raised the bat. A horrified scream tore through the air, yet was cut short by a dull whack.
And another whack...And another.
It seemed like it would never stop. Brutal, unyielding strikes were dealt without any form of mercy toward the Brenchian. Pained whimpers and dazed groans mixed in with the sound of cracking bone and blood splattering against the concrete. Mangled and broken, the Brenchian soon collapsed to the ground, helplessly spitting out globs of blood through ragged breaths.
''Let this be a lesson for ya.'' The brute spoke terrifyingly calmly. The blood-covered baseball bat relaxed on the thug's shoulder, and the two gave the Brenchian one final glare. ''You got til' midnight. If the Big Cheese don't have his money by then...'' The smaller thug whispered coldly, sticking his hands into his pockets. ''You're dead. Capiche?''
Some distance away, a slick, jet-black hovercar screeched through the streets at an alarming pace, racing past an unsuspecting 'hero' in disguise. ''JEEZ! Fuck, the hell does that guy think he is? Show-off...'' The Skater of West City spat out in resentment, glaring at the hovercar as it whizzed past. To Terryn's surprise, though, it suddenly screeched to a halt, right next to a shady-looking alley...
''Hm?'' Terryn raised a curious eyebrow, standing a good distance from the car. The Skater saw two figures in black suits step out of the alley and into the car, one carrying a bloodied bat. As fast as the vehicle arrived, it left with the same ear-shattering screech of the engines.
''...That can't be good.'' Terryn bluntly let out, setting off toward the same alley once the car was out of sight. The wheels of his skates skid to a stop as he rounded the corner, his eyes widening as he saw a mangled stranger! ''Holy fuck!''
Terryn immediately rushed over to the Brenchian, kneeling down next to him. ''What the hell happened to you? Who were those guys!?'' He asked hurriedly. The brutalized stranger was hyperventilating, his eyed widened in terror. His lips quivered as he pointed toward the street, where the two thugs escaped.
''T-th-the...The Satan City Mobsters...I-I...I owe them Z-zeni, but I don't have it! If...If I don't pay them, they're g-gonna...They're gonna...!!''
The Brenchian broke down into tears, his terrified cries filling the air to be heard across the entire street. Terryn's lip pulled into a conflicted slant as he sat back. He simply sat there for a moment, watching this poor sod come to terms with his inevitable death. He could stop it, couldn't he? It almost felt like he had to...As if there was this sense of justice tugging at him, forcing him to act.
Terryn let out a small sigh. Yup, this was his obligation.
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