By the Assassin's Knife
Disclamer: Oyez, I do not own Outlaw Star, peeps! It belongs to the graceful and loverly
Sunrise and Sotsu Agency! Aren't they spiffy?
She knelt, knee pressed onto the black velvet carpet, one hand over her heart, eyes fixed to the floor. It was dark and curtains hung over the windows, blocking out fresh air. A silky voice emitted from the darkness. "You may rise," She stood, eyes still to the floor. She could feel the insane eyes glaring at her from the shadows. "You called for me, Sire?" A tendril of shadow carresed her cheek. She shuddered. "Ah yes, Captain Scythe Darknight of the Cataclysm. My top assassin. I have a special assignment for you. She stood, stock still, waiting. "Yes, Lord?" The darkness raised its voice, which had a tinge of pleasure and excitement to it. "I want you to kill Gene Starwind." The young girl also raised her voice. "But Lord, Gene Starwind's reputation precedes him..." The darkness exploded. "SILENCE! You dare question me?!" She knelt again, feeling the eyes, the insane eyes. "I'm sorry, Sire. I will assassinate Gene Starwind for you. No matter how long it takes..."
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Gene raised an eyebrow at Aisha, stirring the strange Yugidaubou (is that how you spell it, peeps? Ok, just call it Ctarl-Ctarl) stew in his bowl. "Are you sure this won't kill me?" Aisha growled and hit him over the head with a Playboy magazine. "Shuttup an' eat it, you!" Jim and Melfina sat, watching their companions fight and argue. "Man, if Sazuka was here,"Jim whispered to Melfina, "she'd talk about how immature the two of them were..." Melfina only nodded as she watched Gene put Aisha into a headlock and noogied her. "Ack, stoppit, Gene! Yore messin' up my hair! I'll kill you for this!" While they were fighting, Jim slipped his bowl of stew into Aisha's seat. He winked at Mel. Taking her bowl, Jim put it in Gene's seat. Then, the boy forced them apart. "Gene, c'mon, why do we have to fight amongst ourselves when we already have enough enemies?" Gene shrugged. "Yea, I guess you're right Jim. 'M sorry Aisha." Aisha's face was picture of triumph. "You should be!" Jim gave her a look that made her cringe. "Oh okay, yew lil' slavedriver...I'm sorry Gene." With that, they sat down.
Squelch!
Gene and Aisha stood up with a start, staring at the stew dripping from their bottoms. Jim and Mel tried hard to contain their laughter but let it all out. Growling, Aisha and Gene chased them around Starwind and Hawking. Jim taunted the Ctarl-Ctarl. "At least it didn't go to waste, Aisha!"
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Scythe paced her room, in deep thought. Sighing, she donned her knee-length leather jacket over her blood red jersery. Buckling her way too big belt onto her waist, she checked her weapons. Her usual assassinating tool: her two caster guns, her kwandoa(lookit up, thankee!), an array of knives;daggers; and dirks. her three poison knives, her Taostick (it's a new weapon, a 5 foot steel pole with a colored beacon at the top.), her two bazookas, and her 3 1/2 foot gun named Perish Song. Pulling her fingerless gloves over her hands, she ran them through her boyish spiky purple hair. There was NO way she could kill Gene Starwind. Her master mut have gone crazy after his Construct brother died. (Guess whooo..) "Off t'kill somebody, Scyhe?" She looked up. Leaning in the doorway was her older brother, Novae. Her dark obsidian green eyes hardened. "Like its any of your business." Novae winked. "I take that as a 'yes'! Who's the unlucky one this time?" Scythe whispered the name. "Gene Starwind...."
***
Ron walked silently down the corridors, his lips in a wicked grin. Soon his brother would be restored! A man ran up to him and saluted. "Lord, you brother is almost done! It won't be long now."
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Well, d'you like my liddle storie so far? If you want to read more, you have t'give me lotsa good reviews! Okay? Muah!
Disclamer: Oyez, I do not own Outlaw Star, peeps! It belongs to the graceful and loverly
Sunrise and Sotsu Agency! Aren't they spiffy?
She knelt, knee pressed onto the black velvet carpet, one hand over her heart, eyes fixed to the floor. It was dark and curtains hung over the windows, blocking out fresh air. A silky voice emitted from the darkness. "You may rise," She stood, eyes still to the floor. She could feel the insane eyes glaring at her from the shadows. "You called for me, Sire?" A tendril of shadow carresed her cheek. She shuddered. "Ah yes, Captain Scythe Darknight of the Cataclysm. My top assassin. I have a special assignment for you. She stood, stock still, waiting. "Yes, Lord?" The darkness raised its voice, which had a tinge of pleasure and excitement to it. "I want you to kill Gene Starwind." The young girl also raised her voice. "But Lord, Gene Starwind's reputation precedes him..." The darkness exploded. "SILENCE! You dare question me?!" She knelt again, feeling the eyes, the insane eyes. "I'm sorry, Sire. I will assassinate Gene Starwind for you. No matter how long it takes..."
***
Gene raised an eyebrow at Aisha, stirring the strange Yugidaubou (is that how you spell it, peeps? Ok, just call it Ctarl-Ctarl) stew in his bowl. "Are you sure this won't kill me?" Aisha growled and hit him over the head with a Playboy magazine. "Shuttup an' eat it, you!" Jim and Melfina sat, watching their companions fight and argue. "Man, if Sazuka was here,"Jim whispered to Melfina, "she'd talk about how immature the two of them were..." Melfina only nodded as she watched Gene put Aisha into a headlock and noogied her. "Ack, stoppit, Gene! Yore messin' up my hair! I'll kill you for this!" While they were fighting, Jim slipped his bowl of stew into Aisha's seat. He winked at Mel. Taking her bowl, Jim put it in Gene's seat. Then, the boy forced them apart. "Gene, c'mon, why do we have to fight amongst ourselves when we already have enough enemies?" Gene shrugged. "Yea, I guess you're right Jim. 'M sorry Aisha." Aisha's face was picture of triumph. "You should be!" Jim gave her a look that made her cringe. "Oh okay, yew lil' slavedriver...I'm sorry Gene." With that, they sat down.
Squelch!
Gene and Aisha stood up with a start, staring at the stew dripping from their bottoms. Jim and Mel tried hard to contain their laughter but let it all out. Growling, Aisha and Gene chased them around Starwind and Hawking. Jim taunted the Ctarl-Ctarl. "At least it didn't go to waste, Aisha!"
***
Scythe paced her room, in deep thought. Sighing, she donned her knee-length leather jacket over her blood red jersery. Buckling her way too big belt onto her waist, she checked her weapons. Her usual assassinating tool: her two caster guns, her kwandoa(lookit up, thankee!), an array of knives;daggers; and dirks. her three poison knives, her Taostick (it's a new weapon, a 5 foot steel pole with a colored beacon at the top.), her two bazookas, and her 3 1/2 foot gun named Perish Song. Pulling her fingerless gloves over her hands, she ran them through her boyish spiky purple hair. There was NO way she could kill Gene Starwind. Her master mut have gone crazy after his Construct brother died. (Guess whooo..) "Off t'kill somebody, Scyhe?" She looked up. Leaning in the doorway was her older brother, Novae. Her dark obsidian green eyes hardened. "Like its any of your business." Novae winked. "I take that as a 'yes'! Who's the unlucky one this time?" Scythe whispered the name. "Gene Starwind...."
***
Ron walked silently down the corridors, his lips in a wicked grin. Soon his brother would be restored! A man ran up to him and saluted. "Lord, you brother is almost done! It won't be long now."
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Well, d'you like my liddle storie so far? If you want to read more, you have t'give me lotsa good reviews! Okay? Muah!