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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 28, 2011 18:09:52 GMT -5
What the fuck?! *A pair of Vipers jump out from absolutely fucking NOWHERE and start shooting at me. I take down one of them quickly with a lucky shot to the eye, but with the second, who is farther away from me, I have no such luck. When I try to advance, he falls back. After a minute or two and a few grazes (one right under my eye, which is bleeding into my mouth), I finally burn a hole through the armor in his chest and take him out with a consecutive blast. Are these guys getting harder to fight, or is it just me? I decide to remove the first Viper's armor, putting on the helmet and chestplate first just in case I'm ambushed again.*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 29, 2011 17:12:39 GMT -5
Idiots! Shadow Company, Kobras out, now! *Two kobras emerge... well, more like burst out of a nearby building. One Kobra grabs Volume by the shoulders while the other receives a kick to his skull, sending his helmet flying off, Basilisk radios to them* Keep her alive, and bring her to me.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 29, 2011 17:23:12 GMT -5
*I swear again, kicking my legs and trying to move my arms. It's not much use. The Kobra behind me is a lot stronger than I am. I'm stuck. My gun is wrenched out of my hand by the second guy as he breathes his rancid meat breath in my face. I hear Basilisk talking and, on a whim, begin snarling angrily.* Hello again, bastard. Why are you sending your goons after me instead of facing me like a MAN? Scared to fight a girl? Didn't peg you for a coward before, but I guess it's obvious in hindsight....
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Post by thevipers on Nov 29, 2011 17:41:39 GMT -5
*Basilisk walks down a stairway to Volume who is being held by the Kobras. They get a rope and tie her arms and legs to she can't move* Ah... Volume Virus... Had i known that you'd be in the city i would have dressed nicer! If only Mamba were here... he's busy with some other things... but enough on that. *He kneels down next to Vol and smiles* It's difficult to bend down in this armor... but i think you know that. *He points to the viper armor she has on* Damn kobra suits... weren't designed for flirting. Join me for dinner, will you? Can't stay out here too long... Dracs will surely want to join me.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 29, 2011 17:50:48 GMT -5
Let me guess. "Join you for dinner" means "be the main course", right? Or does it mean that you're going to force me to sleep with you at gunpoint? Because we both know that those are the only two things you give a shit about, dinner and the show. And I would much rather be neither.
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Post by thevipers on Nov 29, 2011 18:37:50 GMT -5
And i would rather it be both. But... i cannot eat you AND have my way with you. It's not physically possible... well... it is... *Basilisk shakes his head* No, i have much better plans for you. *He begins to walk away before turning back to the Kobras* Bring her by my place in an hour. Don't have TOO much fun with her...
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 29, 2011 18:41:23 GMT -5
*I curse colorfully in my mind. These Vipers are not touching me. One of them makes an abrupt motion toward me and I fall backwards, making everyone crack up. Instantly, I go into defend-self-first, think-later mode.* Why don't we make a deal?! You and me. One on one fight. You win, I'll accept that and...do whatever you say, I suppose. If I win, you will NEVER bother my friends and I again. Does that work out for you?
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Post by thevipers on Nov 29, 2011 19:56:17 GMT -5
*Basilisk turns back and smiles* No. Now stop struggling before you fall again. I can't handle humor right now.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 29, 2011 22:04:14 GMT -5
*I almost say something else, but a Viper kicks me in the helmet. I topple to one side, head ringing, and one of them picks me up by the small gap between the helmet and chestplate, pulling off the helmet; another one grabs my hair when the helmet comes off.
Over the rest of their allotted hour, the Vipers tear off various pieces of armor and begin to kick at me. One of them even has a knife and makes a few shallow slices on my face, arms and torso. My only victory was when one of the Vipers thought that it would be funny to, in Basilisk's terms, "have his way with me"; as soon as he removed the armor on the bottom half of his body, I had used the remainder of my strength to jerk my legs up into his soft spot. The guy squealed like a girl and collapsed, unable to regain his composure for a long time. None of them tried it again, for which I was grateful.
Eventually, after what feels like forever, I'm dragged to my feet by my neck. I'm covered in bruises and bleeding from a plethora of slices. One of my eyes is swollen shut, both my vision and hearing are incredibly screwed up, and I'm scared out of my wits, even though I don't show it. The Vipers escort me to a large warehouse and drop me at Basilisk's feet. My head is spinning so much that I can barely figure out which way is up, and I just lay there, looking pathetic, trying not to throw up.*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 30, 2011 12:48:17 GMT -5
*Basilisk takes a look at Volume and sighs* Now... what's the point in having fun with her if you just made her look like a piece of hamburger? *He pulls out his magnum and places a bullet between the eyes of each Kobra unit.* It's so hard to find good help these days... Tell me Volume... they weren't too rough were they? Of course they were. *Basilisk picks up Volume and site her at a makeshift table. On it are two platters and two glasses of red wine.* Like what i've done with the place? *He points to two dracs hung on the wall in a mock crucifix style.* I'm a firm believer in the bible, i don't think i ever made that clear... Do you follow the words of our lord and savior? Me.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 30, 2011 14:38:11 GMT -5
*I don't touch the "wine", automatically assuming that it's blood. All I do is stare straight ahead, past Basilisk, into the blank wall.* I'm sorry, but no. I am my own saviour. I have no "lord". And there is no God in the wasteland.
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Post by thevipers on Dec 1, 2011 17:11:20 GMT -5
Then where do I fit in? *Basilisk smiles and takes a sip* It's an excellent year. Aged since 1990... I believe it's called Essence De Boa... *Basilisk cackles ad uncovers both his and Volume's platters. It's a delicate steak dinner. Whether it's beef is another question* Take a bite, you'll need your energy.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 1, 2011 17:27:01 GMT -5
*I pick up the wine glass and twirl it as if I'm about to drink it. Then, seething with rage, I throw it at Basilisk. It misses and shatters against the wall behind him, leaving ugly bloodstains. I simply knock my plate of human meat to the floor, glaring defiantly.* You dare attempt to make me drink the blood of my allies, eat the corpses of my friends? You fit in as my ENEMY; in religious terms, you're the Satan of the bunch. Welcome to Judgement Day.
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Post by thevipers on Dec 2, 2011 13:29:10 GMT -5
*Basilisk chuckles and takes another sip from the glass* You know, crystal wine glasses are hard to come by in this day and age... One less in the world. *Basilisk shrugs* You sound so noble with those words. *Basilisk pulls out his revolver and pulls the chamber out. He empties every bullet except one, spins the chamber, then he places it on the table, facing himself.* Have you ever played russian roulette? It's quite simple. We take turns pulling the trigger at ourselves until one of us... loses. *Basilisk places the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger. click.* Hmm... looks like i'm fine this round... Due to your restraints, i'll be your hands... *Basilisk pulls the trigger at Vol. click. He pulls it again. click. and again. click* Hmm... that leaves two chambers. Fifty-fifty.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 2, 2011 14:40:54 GMT -5
*I look at the gun in terror. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I pull at the twine restraining my hands with my teeth until it breaks, which really, really hurts. The second I'm no longer bound, I pull Plague out from where I had kept it, concealed, for the duration of the battle and resist the urge to point it at Basilisk. He's a better shot than me. He would fire both bullets and I'd be dead before I got a shot in.
My head swims with regrets. I would never see my mother and brother again; I would never apologize to Blackie, never get to punch Vanity in the face, never get to atone for my sins with Des, never be able to tell Aftermath that I really don't hate him like he thinks I do. I would never finish college, never meet my heroes, and I would die alone in a warehouse with a cannibal.*
If you're going to kill me...*I breathe deeply, forcing myself not to break down.* Just get it over with.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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