Post by cheshire on Dec 18, 2012 16:30:20 GMT -5
The cold wind of the night rushed through the long raven hair of the deranged criminal called Cheshire, as she stood on the roof of a building in New York City. Her eyes where full of anger, raged, and blood for she had come back to the United States to finish the work that she had set out to do, and now to add to the list was to ruin the life of the very man whom she had once loved. The man whom she had had a daughter with, a daughter she that she didn’t know where her wear about where at the current moment, but she was sure going to find out; even if she had to tear apart this city brick by brick.
Cheshire was many things; a master assassin, master of poisons, and one crazy woman. What most people didn’t know was she loved her children, not more than herself because that would just be silly but she loved them second as much. If you threaten her children you might as well go out and buy your grave, for you wouldn’t live much longer after that. Things where worse now, for her son Tom; the child she had had with Catman; was dead. Lian was the only child she had left, and she wasn’t about to let Roy; Lian’s father; or anyone else take her away from Cheshire now.
So now Cheshire was back and was ready for blood, and the first blood she wanted was Roy. He had turned on her again, and she would swear it was the last time he ever would. Cheshire had been sent to a prison that Roy later had to come and put down a rebellion that Cheshire had nothing to do with. She had pleaded with him to let her escape but he hadn’t, he had turned his back on her and that will no cost him his life. But first she will cause him to feel the pain and hurt that he had put her through, she would ruin his life to the point that he would wish for her to kill him, and in the end she would grant that request; though it would be a very long and painful death.
The only problem was she didn’t know where Roy was at the moment, but that really didn’t worry Cheshire for she knew how to go about drawing him out. All she would have to do was cause a little trouble and do a little hunting, sooner or later Roy would come out of hiding. The only real trouble was deciding what to do in order to draw him out; there were always the good old killing random people.
Cheshire smiled as she looked down from the two story building, below her was two tugs going through a purse that they had just snatched. What a perfect target to start out with, though many would see it as she was punishing them for stealing. Truth was she didn’t care if they stole purses, or candy from babies, it was the mere fact that they were now standing below her and she needed bodies, and those two would be perfect to start with.
Slipping back into the shadows, Cheshire sneak off her perch and down into the shadows of the ally, the two men too busy in their work that they didn’t pay attention to someone creeping up on them. It wasn’t what one would consider a fair fight, in fact there would be no fairness to it but that’s what life was.
Standing in the shadows Cheshire looked at the two men before her, trying to decided how she wanted to go about killing them. She didn’t want to fight two on one, not because she couldn’t but because she didn’t feel like it. Not to mention she wanted one of them to scream, she wanted them to cause as much noise as possible to draw someone here. So maybe it was best she stayed hidden for now anyway.
With a twisted grin that Cheshire was famous for, she pulled two poison knives from her long green boots. This was going to get her the reaction that she wanted, they would scream in pain, shout in terror, scream louder when the poison entered the blood, and than they would die. If they died too soon than she would just have to find another victim, but with hope she will draw the person she was looking for with this first attack.
Cheshire took one knife in her left and another in her right, looking at her targets she slowed her breathing; to the point she almost stop; while she took aim with the knife in her right hand. With a quick flick of her wrist and move of her air she threw the knife, than taking the other out of her left hand Cheshire quickly aimed and threw the knife at the other man. Each knife hit their assigned target, one in the shoulder and one in the leg, for she had not want to kill them too quickly.
For a moment the two men just looked at each other, than at the knives sticking out of their bodies; too shocked to do anything. Than the burning started, and soon the screams; this caused Cheshire to grin wider as she leaned against the wall in the shadows and waited for one of the two outcomes.
Cheshire was many things; a master assassin, master of poisons, and one crazy woman. What most people didn’t know was she loved her children, not more than herself because that would just be silly but she loved them second as much. If you threaten her children you might as well go out and buy your grave, for you wouldn’t live much longer after that. Things where worse now, for her son Tom; the child she had had with Catman; was dead. Lian was the only child she had left, and she wasn’t about to let Roy; Lian’s father; or anyone else take her away from Cheshire now.
So now Cheshire was back and was ready for blood, and the first blood she wanted was Roy. He had turned on her again, and she would swear it was the last time he ever would. Cheshire had been sent to a prison that Roy later had to come and put down a rebellion that Cheshire had nothing to do with. She had pleaded with him to let her escape but he hadn’t, he had turned his back on her and that will no cost him his life. But first she will cause him to feel the pain and hurt that he had put her through, she would ruin his life to the point that he would wish for her to kill him, and in the end she would grant that request; though it would be a very long and painful death.
The only problem was she didn’t know where Roy was at the moment, but that really didn’t worry Cheshire for she knew how to go about drawing him out. All she would have to do was cause a little trouble and do a little hunting, sooner or later Roy would come out of hiding. The only real trouble was deciding what to do in order to draw him out; there were always the good old killing random people.
Cheshire smiled as she looked down from the two story building, below her was two tugs going through a purse that they had just snatched. What a perfect target to start out with, though many would see it as she was punishing them for stealing. Truth was she didn’t care if they stole purses, or candy from babies, it was the mere fact that they were now standing below her and she needed bodies, and those two would be perfect to start with.
Slipping back into the shadows, Cheshire sneak off her perch and down into the shadows of the ally, the two men too busy in their work that they didn’t pay attention to someone creeping up on them. It wasn’t what one would consider a fair fight, in fact there would be no fairness to it but that’s what life was.
Standing in the shadows Cheshire looked at the two men before her, trying to decided how she wanted to go about killing them. She didn’t want to fight two on one, not because she couldn’t but because she didn’t feel like it. Not to mention she wanted one of them to scream, she wanted them to cause as much noise as possible to draw someone here. So maybe it was best she stayed hidden for now anyway.
With a twisted grin that Cheshire was famous for, she pulled two poison knives from her long green boots. This was going to get her the reaction that she wanted, they would scream in pain, shout in terror, scream louder when the poison entered the blood, and than they would die. If they died too soon than she would just have to find another victim, but with hope she will draw the person she was looking for with this first attack.
Cheshire took one knife in her left and another in her right, looking at her targets she slowed her breathing; to the point she almost stop; while she took aim with the knife in her right hand. With a quick flick of her wrist and move of her air she threw the knife, than taking the other out of her left hand Cheshire quickly aimed and threw the knife at the other man. Each knife hit their assigned target, one in the shoulder and one in the leg, for she had not want to kill them too quickly.
For a moment the two men just looked at each other, than at the knives sticking out of their bodies; too shocked to do anything. Than the burning started, and soon the screams; this caused Cheshire to grin wider as she leaned against the wall in the shadows and waited for one of the two outcomes.