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Asinis
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Desh's eyes were glued to the road but his mind lashed out for solutions to problems that were set to a lethal timescale. On paper, kidnapping that girl, or whatever she actually was, seemed rather simple, but Desh knew better. If his employer was after her, then so were other vile things. She was in a world of trouble and didn't know it yet.
He felt pity, he'd find no pleasure in giving her to that monster, but he had no choice, he was a dog, a prisoner and a coward. Natlock may call it duty and honor, but it was fear and addiction that kept Desh shackled to this life. Desh expelled those familiar thoughts, they were useless and dangerous when on a job, especially a job from The Chairman himself.
Slowing to a gentle stop, the steady growl of the v8 engine sputtered out, the muffled drum of rain on the car the only sound. He retraced his steps to the alley, planning, thinking about the banshee with mixed sorrow and regret. Desh liked her, it was a shame she'd have to get caught up in this too, but good creatures always did, the architectures of the cruel were built upon their bones. The alleyway was empty. That was ok, Desh had talents, powers which earned him this position and similarly kept him chained there.
Sound manipulation, providing a host of skills; defensive, violent and otherwise useful. He'd use echolocation, every individual had their own sound profile and Desh never forgot a signature he'd already sensed, however, this time he didn't even need to try. The unmistakable wail of a Banshee set his brain afire with electrical signals, a pinpoint location burned into his biological circuitry with other signatures, fucking vampires. For the second time today he burst into a sprint, covering ground like a phantom.
The apartment block sprang into view, haggard and grey. Sarens voice through the walls, he could feel the vibrant energy. Play it cool Desh. His heavy footfalls were muted by his ability, silent as he materialized behind the dazed vamp as it peered in through the doorway. It could smell his blood, that was its only warning and it came too late.
The vamps head snapped around in shock. Its face twitching with Horror as Desh, with one hand, hoisted it against the wall and up. Its feet kicked wildly with panic. Hands clawed in futility. Terror simmered in its eyes, recognizing the man who'd kill him. Thats right suckhead. Desh placed his free hand upon its chest. Lethal vibrations, silent to an observer, penetrating bone, shredding skin, ripping arteries, and destroying the heart. For a few moments the vampire's thrashing intensified with grotesque spasmodic jerking, veins bulging, a blood vessel bursting in its eye. Then it was still, for good. Desh let it slide to the floor.
He entered the room and faced Saren and the girl. Time to play a character, gain trust. The girl, her energy swept over him., luckily his impulses were dulled by the antidote.
"I changed my mind, Saren, Thought I'd help. The damsel in distress that you are" He grinned with the same half caring, arrogant demeanor. From here on it was all improvisation and timing.
He felt pity, he'd find no pleasure in giving her to that monster, but he had no choice, he was a dog, a prisoner and a coward. Natlock may call it duty and honor, but it was fear and addiction that kept Desh shackled to this life. Desh expelled those familiar thoughts, they were useless and dangerous when on a job, especially a job from The Chairman himself.
Slowing to a gentle stop, the steady growl of the v8 engine sputtered out, the muffled drum of rain on the car the only sound. He retraced his steps to the alley, planning, thinking about the banshee with mixed sorrow and regret. Desh liked her, it was a shame she'd have to get caught up in this too, but good creatures always did, the architectures of the cruel were built upon their bones. The alleyway was empty. That was ok, Desh had talents, powers which earned him this position and similarly kept him chained there.
Sound manipulation, providing a host of skills; defensive, violent and otherwise useful. He'd use echolocation, every individual had their own sound profile and Desh never forgot a signature he'd already sensed, however, this time he didn't even need to try. The unmistakable wail of a Banshee set his brain afire with electrical signals, a pinpoint location burned into his biological circuitry with other signatures, fucking vampires. For the second time today he burst into a sprint, covering ground like a phantom.
The apartment block sprang into view, haggard and grey. Sarens voice through the walls, he could feel the vibrant energy. Play it cool Desh. His heavy footfalls were muted by his ability, silent as he materialized behind the dazed vamp as it peered in through the doorway. It could smell his blood, that was its only warning and it came too late.
The vamps head snapped around in shock. Its face twitching with Horror as Desh, with one hand, hoisted it against the wall and up. Its feet kicked wildly with panic. Hands clawed in futility. Terror simmered in its eyes, recognizing the man who'd kill him. Thats right suckhead. Desh placed his free hand upon its chest. Lethal vibrations, silent to an observer, penetrating bone, shredding skin, ripping arteries, and destroying the heart. For a few moments the vampire's thrashing intensified with grotesque spasmodic jerking, veins bulging, a blood vessel bursting in its eye. Then it was still, for good. Desh let it slide to the floor.
He entered the room and faced Saren and the girl. Time to play a character, gain trust. The girl, her energy swept over him., luckily his impulses were dulled by the antidote.
"I changed my mind, Saren, Thought I'd help. The damsel in distress that you are" He grinned with the same half caring, arrogant demeanor. From here on it was all improvisation and timing.
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