Prophet
Throughout history, every culture has developed a notion of a divine force. This 'fate' force, seems to be the driving force of life. It would appear to be a way the universe preserves the delict balance that exists. Also throughout the ages, there have been people who are more perceptive to this force, people called prophet. Yet this gift, as all gifts do, comes with a price. That price is to be feared and hated, mocked and ridiculed, and to die alone...
Now stood before the two lovers, the messenger of cruel death. Bayman immediately recognized him. His name had long been hidden by the soviets, and only his false name, Wyrd, existed. He was a top ranking KGB official, and after the collapse of the USSR, had become a feared and ruthless mob boss. Bayman had done work for him in the past. Yet it struck him odd to see the man out like this, he was always escorted by guards, " and even more confusing, he is talking to Vic" He thought.
Bayman wasn't sure what to think any more. He had lead the life of a good solder, never questioning his clients. But now, he was being hunted by one of the bigger one's of his clients. He didn't think anything of Vic, accept that he had some skill in fighting, and stealth. He currently sat inside, looking onto the Balcony. He didn't hear the words they spoke, but he had learned how to read lips, a very handy trick.
They talked on this and that, meaningless things. Then, the conversation got interesting. They were speaking in Russian, but he could read lips in both russian and English. Still, the fact that they talked out of ear shot of anyone who might care, and in a foreign language, seemed to add a certain ominousness to the meeting:
Vic: Did you bring the package?
Wyrd: yes, and the Landry?
Vic: It is in the back of the hair
Wyrd: Good, then hear.
The conversation stopped abruptly as Wyrd reached out and handed Vic the package. At first Bayman didn't recognize it, but then , he realized what it was. It was a choice he had been forced to make himself. In that box were the keys to everything, a man with his job, could want. Yet it also had a heave price...
He looked up quickly, passing over the room, making sure he was alone. He was, everyone had gone off to do something, he had chosen to stay behind. He had learned long ago that to really on others, was folly. A folly he payed with the lives of his dear parents. A folly that had caused him to be what he is...
At that, the man stepped tword from Vic, and did something that Bayman had never scene him do before. He embraced him in a clasp. This was the first real display of affection he had ever seen from this man. This man, a ruthless killer, an unreviled power, stood, embracing Vic as equals. And, for the first time in scene childhood, Bayman was scared:
Oh Shit, this is bad. If he is this scared, what has Vic done? They are considering that? how bad is this situation, how deep are we all in?
Wyrd: you realize, of corse, the consequence of using that thing?
Vic: I know better then anyone else
Wyrd: I have some information for you
Vic: that has always coast me extra in the past, are you becoming a good person? What this?! Charity?!
Wyrd got a small smile, the kind friends get when they tell goofy stories that make scene to no one but them, then he continued: Far from it. They don't know what they are doing, those DOATECH fools. This will be much worse then the Tangu disaster, worse then the Omega man
They are bringing the fall of man about. Mike, The soulless thing they have brought into exsistance, it can't be stopped. You can't argue with it, reason with it, hope to stop it. It is beyond what even we thought it would be. Heed my words, Mike. If you fight, you will die.
Vic: There are things worse then death...
Wyrd: yes, but why throw your life away. Come with me, I have powerful friends, we could keep you safe, help you.
Vic: Mabe you can protected me today, and tomorrow, but what about the rest of the people who it will surely try to kill, can you save them? It is my responsibility to end this before it starts, before another Tangu incident does occur. I have lived my life running from my fears, running from pain. And I was dead inside. I can't explain why I am going to stay and fight, call it youthful errognece, if you like, but Living in fear is not living.
Wyrd: But I can help you avoid much pain..
Vic: Pain is like waves on a pond, it is natural. It is when you run you suffer. Besides, I now have something I would gladly die 100 painful deaths for.
Wyrd's glance fell on Kasumi. It wasn't a friendly glance. It wasn't a glare either. It was the glance a farmer gives to his fattest cow, thinking how much she is worth at the slaughter. His eyes, two dark and empty embers, of what was once a bright fire. Starred at her, cold and emotionless. That was one thing Bayman would never get used to, the man's cold, dead eyes. They were the eyes of a defeated worrier, one had fought the good fight, and still lost. One who he given everything he had, and, in the end, that wasn't nearly enough. The shadow of a man, an echo of what he once was...
Wyrd: Take care, old friend.
At that the man limped slowly away. Bayman watched as Kasumi tried to get Vic to talk about what had been said. He listen to the approach of some of the others, from wherever it is they were. And listened to the glass door open.
" So you are really going to use XJ-321? That will kill you..."
At that, all that remained of the hope drained from the room, as Vic starred, in disbelief at Bayman. And Bayman, cold and emotionless, stared right back at him...
Throughout history, every culture has developed a notion of a divine force. This 'fate' force, seems to be the driving force of life. It would appear to be a way the universe preserves the delict balance that exists. Also throughout the ages, there have been people who are more perceptive to this force, people called prophet. Yet this gift, as all gifts do, comes with a price. That price is to be feared and hated, mocked and ridiculed, and to die alone...
Now stood before the two lovers, the messenger of cruel death. Bayman immediately recognized him. His name had long been hidden by the soviets, and only his false name, Wyrd, existed. He was a top ranking KGB official, and after the collapse of the USSR, had become a feared and ruthless mob boss. Bayman had done work for him in the past. Yet it struck him odd to see the man out like this, he was always escorted by guards, " and even more confusing, he is talking to Vic" He thought.
Bayman wasn't sure what to think any more. He had lead the life of a good solder, never questioning his clients. But now, he was being hunted by one of the bigger one's of his clients. He didn't think anything of Vic, accept that he had some skill in fighting, and stealth. He currently sat inside, looking onto the Balcony. He didn't hear the words they spoke, but he had learned how to read lips, a very handy trick.
They talked on this and that, meaningless things. Then, the conversation got interesting. They were speaking in Russian, but he could read lips in both russian and English. Still, the fact that they talked out of ear shot of anyone who might care, and in a foreign language, seemed to add a certain ominousness to the meeting:
Vic: Did you bring the package?
Wyrd: yes, and the Landry?
Vic: It is in the back of the hair
Wyrd: Good, then hear.
The conversation stopped abruptly as Wyrd reached out and handed Vic the package. At first Bayman didn't recognize it, but then , he realized what it was. It was a choice he had been forced to make himself. In that box were the keys to everything, a man with his job, could want. Yet it also had a heave price...
He looked up quickly, passing over the room, making sure he was alone. He was, everyone had gone off to do something, he had chosen to stay behind. He had learned long ago that to really on others, was folly. A folly he payed with the lives of his dear parents. A folly that had caused him to be what he is...
At that, the man stepped tword from Vic, and did something that Bayman had never scene him do before. He embraced him in a clasp. This was the first real display of affection he had ever seen from this man. This man, a ruthless killer, an unreviled power, stood, embracing Vic as equals. And, for the first time in scene childhood, Bayman was scared:
Oh Shit, this is bad. If he is this scared, what has Vic done? They are considering that? how bad is this situation, how deep are we all in?
Wyrd: you realize, of corse, the consequence of using that thing?
Vic: I know better then anyone else
Wyrd: I have some information for you
Vic: that has always coast me extra in the past, are you becoming a good person? What this?! Charity?!
Wyrd got a small smile, the kind friends get when they tell goofy stories that make scene to no one but them, then he continued: Far from it. They don't know what they are doing, those DOATECH fools. This will be much worse then the Tangu disaster, worse then the Omega man
They are bringing the fall of man about. Mike, The soulless thing they have brought into exsistance, it can't be stopped. You can't argue with it, reason with it, hope to stop it. It is beyond what even we thought it would be. Heed my words, Mike. If you fight, you will die.
Vic: There are things worse then death...
Wyrd: yes, but why throw your life away. Come with me, I have powerful friends, we could keep you safe, help you.
Vic: Mabe you can protected me today, and tomorrow, but what about the rest of the people who it will surely try to kill, can you save them? It is my responsibility to end this before it starts, before another Tangu incident does occur. I have lived my life running from my fears, running from pain. And I was dead inside. I can't explain why I am going to stay and fight, call it youthful errognece, if you like, but Living in fear is not living.
Wyrd: But I can help you avoid much pain..
Vic: Pain is like waves on a pond, it is natural. It is when you run you suffer. Besides, I now have something I would gladly die 100 painful deaths for.
Wyrd's glance fell on Kasumi. It wasn't a friendly glance. It wasn't a glare either. It was the glance a farmer gives to his fattest cow, thinking how much she is worth at the slaughter. His eyes, two dark and empty embers, of what was once a bright fire. Starred at her, cold and emotionless. That was one thing Bayman would never get used to, the man's cold, dead eyes. They were the eyes of a defeated worrier, one had fought the good fight, and still lost. One who he given everything he had, and, in the end, that wasn't nearly enough. The shadow of a man, an echo of what he once was...
Wyrd: Take care, old friend.
At that the man limped slowly away. Bayman watched as Kasumi tried to get Vic to talk about what had been said. He listen to the approach of some of the others, from wherever it is they were. And listened to the glass door open.
" So you are really going to use XJ-321? That will kill you..."
At that, all that remained of the hope drained from the room, as Vic starred, in disbelief at Bayman. And Bayman, cold and emotionless, stared right back at him...