A breeze slid through the streets, people wonder to and fro their
destination with little or thought of a young man scrambling away from the
unknown.
While Dan was dueling againest the zombie hitman Robert Borrough was running for his life from the very same people that hired him.
Bobby's red coat flapped behind him, he lepted over a fallen object that wanted him to fail, whatever it was he didn't stop to look back to see what it was. The only thought was getting away from the syndicate that took him in for the last 11 years of his life, he could feel their agents trying to surround him now.
Weaving through crowds, cars, buildings and anything else they followed silently as shadows, they wanted the traitor. They wanted him dead or a live.
Bobby slid from their grasp somewhere between the university and a wearhouse district.
The leader cursed as he and his team searched the entire area, they came up with nothing.
Bobby quitely watched them argue from his hidding place.
"DAMNIT!" The leader shouted, he rased a bladed hand into the air ether to a fist at the heavens or to strike a member of his team it was unknown as their boss appeared.
The leader was a large man, bald and short but very stocky and his face showed that those that mess with him are in a world of hurt. He wore a white business suit and held a cain, a cain that was pointing at the team leader's head.
'Why did they send him?!' Bobby thought, he gripped the sole weapon that was stolen; a rapier.
They conversed but from where Bobby was hiding it was hard to hear, closing his eyes Robert remembered what lead to this.
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They were coming for him and his brother, they wanted their skills as demons in their quest of an unknown nature. They wanted the scissortwins at any cost.
Bobby had left into the clock tower gears and grounded into a horrible mess, they came and picked him out and reconstructed him into a human.
A human they trained for years into a fine tuned killing machine that not even Mary, his mother, could dream of.
But he was still human, a human with limits and questions. Such as why was the syndicate wanted demons on their side, or why they reconstructed him when they could have left him?
None of it made sense but Bobby was a good little boy and followed orders like a toy soldier, no matter how brutal it was.
That use until he found the files on him, all these years Bobby never thought he was alive. Something within him snapped at what he saw what they had plan for him and his family.
He took to the armory and never looked back.
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Bobby lead back, what was his brother like now? Was he the same Dan that pretended to be scissorman ten years ago? Did he change?
So many questions, yet none of the answers.
The members disburst through the shadows and Bobby slid out, the chill in the air made him uneased as he turn the coat's callars upward.
He reached underneth his coat and removed the rapier, wising he took more weapons or atleast didn't dispence the others getting out of the syndicate.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder as he nearly fell to one knee, gritting his teeth he shot a glace over his should and saw something that made him roll to a side to avoid to large man's gun-cain blast.
Landing on his uninjuried shoulder and shoting up Bobby ran towards the hitman, rapier ready to strike. The hitman rised his cain to perry a thrust and unloaded his last round into Bobby's chest.
Stumering back from the impact Bobby's defences were left open enough for both a poke from the hitman's cain and, while he nearly fell, a slash attack to the back by the team leader.
Bobby fell to his knees in a lot of pain, the syndicate has cornered him and was ready for capture.
Juhdia Witman, the hitman, and Quinton Levef't, the zombified teamleader, sounds as if they were about to laugh. Bobby grit his teeth and bared the pain, no way in hell were they going to get him.
Dead or alive!
With a rising quickly to his feet the duo ready to attack, Bobby twisted himself to bring the rapier to Quinton's temple and used the crimson wind requilium that Lyos taught him.
As the blade burst into grey flames and a gust of wind surround it the leader's head was burned, but he kept kicking, figitivly and litarly, Bobby went down again after a kick to the stumach and his head hurt from Juhdia's cain slaming into his forehead.
Bobby rolled away to avoid being booted by the duo and he made it quickly to his feet. The crimson wind was too much for his rapier as he found out, it snapped in two when he tried to take a swipe at Juhdia.
Staring at the stub of a sword now Bobby had one recourse left to play.
'RUNAWAY!' he thought as he darted through a allyway, the search team came after him with blades ready to carve him into peices.
Dodging and taking small hits Bobby made it to the streets, to bad their wasn't anyone out on the dark streets to help him. Things seem to blur faster and faster as he ran down streets and duck behind objects to avoid more attacks.
He tripped and fell flat on his face, all the wounds he suffered screamed at once and he gritted his teeth while he tried to get up. But as he did fell back down again, it was too much, he needed to rest.
"Good god!" A voice made his headach worse, "hang on, I'm going to get help."
'That voice', Bobby thought as he tried to stand up again, he saw a brown haired woman run into a store quickly, his followers must have stopped somewhere because he couldn't see them anywhere.
The woman came out of the store again, Bobby remembered her instently.
Trying to move again Bobby fell flat on his face and this time things went dark, Robert Barrough pasted out in front of his family's murder, Jenifer Simpson.
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Thanks for the reviews, and for the record I don't have a spellchecker.
Sad me, well later.
While Dan was dueling againest the zombie hitman Robert Borrough was running for his life from the very same people that hired him.
Bobby's red coat flapped behind him, he lepted over a fallen object that wanted him to fail, whatever it was he didn't stop to look back to see what it was. The only thought was getting away from the syndicate that took him in for the last 11 years of his life, he could feel their agents trying to surround him now.
Weaving through crowds, cars, buildings and anything else they followed silently as shadows, they wanted the traitor. They wanted him dead or a live.
Bobby slid from their grasp somewhere between the university and a wearhouse district.
The leader cursed as he and his team searched the entire area, they came up with nothing.
Bobby quitely watched them argue from his hidding place.
"DAMNIT!" The leader shouted, he rased a bladed hand into the air ether to a fist at the heavens or to strike a member of his team it was unknown as their boss appeared.
The leader was a large man, bald and short but very stocky and his face showed that those that mess with him are in a world of hurt. He wore a white business suit and held a cain, a cain that was pointing at the team leader's head.
'Why did they send him?!' Bobby thought, he gripped the sole weapon that was stolen; a rapier.
They conversed but from where Bobby was hiding it was hard to hear, closing his eyes Robert remembered what lead to this.
-------------------------------
They were coming for him and his brother, they wanted their skills as demons in their quest of an unknown nature. They wanted the scissortwins at any cost.
Bobby had left into the clock tower gears and grounded into a horrible mess, they came and picked him out and reconstructed him into a human.
A human they trained for years into a fine tuned killing machine that not even Mary, his mother, could dream of.
But he was still human, a human with limits and questions. Such as why was the syndicate wanted demons on their side, or why they reconstructed him when they could have left him?
None of it made sense but Bobby was a good little boy and followed orders like a toy soldier, no matter how brutal it was.
That use until he found the files on him, all these years Bobby never thought he was alive. Something within him snapped at what he saw what they had plan for him and his family.
He took to the armory and never looked back.
-------------- ----
Bobby lead back, what was his brother like now? Was he the same Dan that pretended to be scissorman ten years ago? Did he change?
So many questions, yet none of the answers.
The members disburst through the shadows and Bobby slid out, the chill in the air made him uneased as he turn the coat's callars upward.
He reached underneth his coat and removed the rapier, wising he took more weapons or atleast didn't dispence the others getting out of the syndicate.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder as he nearly fell to one knee, gritting his teeth he shot a glace over his should and saw something that made him roll to a side to avoid to large man's gun-cain blast.
Landing on his uninjuried shoulder and shoting up Bobby ran towards the hitman, rapier ready to strike. The hitman rised his cain to perry a thrust and unloaded his last round into Bobby's chest.
Stumering back from the impact Bobby's defences were left open enough for both a poke from the hitman's cain and, while he nearly fell, a slash attack to the back by the team leader.
Bobby fell to his knees in a lot of pain, the syndicate has cornered him and was ready for capture.
Juhdia Witman, the hitman, and Quinton Levef't, the zombified teamleader, sounds as if they were about to laugh. Bobby grit his teeth and bared the pain, no way in hell were they going to get him.
Dead or alive!
With a rising quickly to his feet the duo ready to attack, Bobby twisted himself to bring the rapier to Quinton's temple and used the crimson wind requilium that Lyos taught him.
As the blade burst into grey flames and a gust of wind surround it the leader's head was burned, but he kept kicking, figitivly and litarly, Bobby went down again after a kick to the stumach and his head hurt from Juhdia's cain slaming into his forehead.
Bobby rolled away to avoid being booted by the duo and he made it quickly to his feet. The crimson wind was too much for his rapier as he found out, it snapped in two when he tried to take a swipe at Juhdia.
Staring at the stub of a sword now Bobby had one recourse left to play.
'RUNAWAY!' he thought as he darted through a allyway, the search team came after him with blades ready to carve him into peices.
Dodging and taking small hits Bobby made it to the streets, to bad their wasn't anyone out on the dark streets to help him. Things seem to blur faster and faster as he ran down streets and duck behind objects to avoid more attacks.
He tripped and fell flat on his face, all the wounds he suffered screamed at once and he gritted his teeth while he tried to get up. But as he did fell back down again, it was too much, he needed to rest.
"Good god!" A voice made his headach worse, "hang on, I'm going to get help."
'That voice', Bobby thought as he tried to stand up again, he saw a brown haired woman run into a store quickly, his followers must have stopped somewhere because he couldn't see them anywhere.
The woman came out of the store again, Bobby remembered her instently.
Trying to move again Bobby fell flat on his face and this time things went dark, Robert Barrough pasted out in front of his family's murder, Jenifer Simpson.
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Thanks for the reviews, and for the record I don't have a spellchecker.
Sad me, well later.
