Post by faithless on Dec 10, 2006 11:34:43 GMT -5
something else i wrote for a friend, and half about her.
(of course it heavily borrows form my mmain source of inspiration, Gunz) ((atleast it will if i continue it...))
Carissa sat staring at the grinning face on the other side of the truck. It wasn't a nice grin, and thats what made her tap her fingers irritably on the trigger guard of her rifle.
"So..." Started soemone to her left "What's so important about this guy anyway?"
"Doesn't matter, we were told to get him and we got him" someone answered, her attention was solely focused on the blue eyes that stared back at her, like they knew something she didn't.
"Cap'ins right, 'long as we get 'er money, we don't ask no questions" Someone said off to her right
"Being left in the dark like this is going to get us killed eventually" the person to her left said
Carissa suddenly remebered where she saw those eyes before.She jumped up and rammed the barrel of her rifle into his face.
"You fucker" was all she managed to get out before two people jumped to knock the rifle out of her hands, and stop her hands from finding any other weapon. The man sitting across from her started a cruel, almost hideous cackle that be must of been holding back for quite some time, by the way he threw his head back and slapped at his knees as much as the chains that bound him would allow.
"So, you finally remebered who i am, little girl." The man said, his voice still shaking from suppressed laughter. "I'm racther shocked you forgot the face of the man that killed your brother. How long has it been? Five years? Feels like just yesterday I let my blade slide across his throat, spraying his blood all over your pretty dress. Usually men are boring to kill, but your brother was
accually quite fun. I wonder what he would look like if he was still alive, you've changed alot. You still have the same long black hair that you did 5 years ago, the same red eyes, the same soft white flesh. But instead of adding innocence to a little girl, that skin is adding seductiveness to a woman. Your eyes now burn with a hatred, instead of curiosity. And you don't let your hair flow about your shoulders anymore, instead you hold it back with a pretty white ribbon."
His eyes started to search over the rest of her body, and he grinned even deeper
"You don't have the body of a 12 year old either anymore. You have the types of curves that only models have. and if it wasn't for those magnificent mounds of flesh on your chest, i'd say you only weighed a hundred pounds, but those put you up to 110, give or take i'd say. Its almost a shame to have your body covered up in that hideous uniform."
"shut shut up and die you fucker!" she screamed at him, straining futily against the strong arms that held her motionless
"thats enough" the captain said, before her moved up behind her, and struck her with the back of his pistol. The last thing she saw before she passed out, was her borthers murderer smile at her cruelly, his leering eyes drifting up and down her body.
She woke up slowly, her head as much as mess as the bed she was laying on. A quick glance around placed her in the team's apartment. Or atleast, the pig-sty you could call one. Everywhere you look you saw half eaten food, wrappers, cans, a stain on the floor, or a piece of clothing.
She threw back the strewn blankets and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. Its seems the rest of her team took the liberty of dressing her for bed.
she sat not in the black shirt that clung to her, or the loose pants thats threatened to fall off her if it wasn't for the sectioned leather belt that held an array of tools used in her tasks.
She found herself sitting in the white silk night gown she baught herself as a treat for doing a good job on her first mission.She rarely had time to enjoy its softness though, and the the 4 year old purchase still looked brand new. A quick peek down the neck of it told her that the crew still maintained atleast a little decency.
"He was right you know." A voice said form the doorway, she glanced over to see who it was, and her eyes rested upon the tall blocky figured of Travis.
"you are beautiful."
She reached for the pillow and threw it at him instictively, before she realized exactly who he was talking about. her face lost any hint of a smile and hardened
"where is he" she demanded, her voice taking on a wintry chill that even her eyes couldn't melt.
"We have never botched a job before, and we aren't about to start." Travi's voice taking ona seriousness. "We gave him to the people who wanted him, he's their buisness now. More importantly, you should of told us someone murdered your brother, or that you were looking for him."
"But then you wouldn't of let me fight with you guys, and i would have almost no chance of finding him."
"We should of said no to you to begin with. your to young for this line of work, no matter how good you are at it."
Carissa never liked it when anyone ever commented on how old she was. she leapt at the knife that was on the uniform on the floor a few feet away. but by the time she had it freed from its shieth, and stood to charge at travis with it, he already had his hand wraped tightly around her wrist, twisting it untill the pain forced her to drop it.
But what hurt more, was how Travi's lips locked against hers. She stood there, suffering through his embrace, untill the tears that flooded her eyes threatened break free of her control.
She pushed him away forcefull, and he gave way, letting her collapse to the floor on her knees, hands racing to her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears before they reached her cheeks.
"what about you?" she asked, between sobs. "your not much older then me. what makes you so special?"
he kneeled down in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"i'm 2 years your senior, and alot stronger. As a child i played with weapons, not toys. My parents were republican guards, the best of teh best. They taught me everything they knew how to teach. Most importantly, they taught me only to fight for the things you hold dearest to your heart. a battle over anything else is wasted effort."
"Your parents sound very noble... But what are you fighting for now?"
he gave a slight smile "I thought you'd ask that. When i first met the Raven's Talon, of which we are now both a part of, we weren't exactly friends. But when i faced death, it was they who nursed me back to health. I am indebted to them, and am Honor bound to serve them. Your battle again the blue eyed slayer, isn't one of purity. You have corrupted it with a thirst for vengence. If I was your brother, i would be ashamed with what your trying to do in the name of your love for him. He would want you to live with the memories of the happiness you shared with eachother, not how it was ended."
hearing Travis say that brough even more tears to her eyes, that she never bothered to cry and wipe away.
"I'm..." she started to say between sniffles. "I'm sorry travis..." She threw her body forward at him and wrap her arms as much as she could around his broad shoulders, burying her face into his shoulder, she cryed. She let out all teh sadness and dispair that she ignored, trying to stay strong. Travis then put his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. And there they stayed, sitting on the floor, in eachothers arms, untill she fell asleep. Travis put her back in her bed, put the covers back over her, and left the room, closing the door quietly.
(of course it heavily borrows form my mmain source of inspiration, Gunz) ((atleast it will if i continue it...))
Carissa sat staring at the grinning face on the other side of the truck. It wasn't a nice grin, and thats what made her tap her fingers irritably on the trigger guard of her rifle.
"So..." Started soemone to her left "What's so important about this guy anyway?"
"Doesn't matter, we were told to get him and we got him" someone answered, her attention was solely focused on the blue eyes that stared back at her, like they knew something she didn't.
"Cap'ins right, 'long as we get 'er money, we don't ask no questions" Someone said off to her right
"Being left in the dark like this is going to get us killed eventually" the person to her left said
Carissa suddenly remebered where she saw those eyes before.She jumped up and rammed the barrel of her rifle into his face.
"You fucker" was all she managed to get out before two people jumped to knock the rifle out of her hands, and stop her hands from finding any other weapon. The man sitting across from her started a cruel, almost hideous cackle that be must of been holding back for quite some time, by the way he threw his head back and slapped at his knees as much as the chains that bound him would allow.
"So, you finally remebered who i am, little girl." The man said, his voice still shaking from suppressed laughter. "I'm racther shocked you forgot the face of the man that killed your brother. How long has it been? Five years? Feels like just yesterday I let my blade slide across his throat, spraying his blood all over your pretty dress. Usually men are boring to kill, but your brother was
accually quite fun. I wonder what he would look like if he was still alive, you've changed alot. You still have the same long black hair that you did 5 years ago, the same red eyes, the same soft white flesh. But instead of adding innocence to a little girl, that skin is adding seductiveness to a woman. Your eyes now burn with a hatred, instead of curiosity. And you don't let your hair flow about your shoulders anymore, instead you hold it back with a pretty white ribbon."
His eyes started to search over the rest of her body, and he grinned even deeper
"You don't have the body of a 12 year old either anymore. You have the types of curves that only models have. and if it wasn't for those magnificent mounds of flesh on your chest, i'd say you only weighed a hundred pounds, but those put you up to 110, give or take i'd say. Its almost a shame to have your body covered up in that hideous uniform."
"shut shut up and die you fucker!" she screamed at him, straining futily against the strong arms that held her motionless
"thats enough" the captain said, before her moved up behind her, and struck her with the back of his pistol. The last thing she saw before she passed out, was her borthers murderer smile at her cruelly, his leering eyes drifting up and down her body.
She woke up slowly, her head as much as mess as the bed she was laying on. A quick glance around placed her in the team's apartment. Or atleast, the pig-sty you could call one. Everywhere you look you saw half eaten food, wrappers, cans, a stain on the floor, or a piece of clothing.
She threw back the strewn blankets and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. Its seems the rest of her team took the liberty of dressing her for bed.
she sat not in the black shirt that clung to her, or the loose pants thats threatened to fall off her if it wasn't for the sectioned leather belt that held an array of tools used in her tasks.
She found herself sitting in the white silk night gown she baught herself as a treat for doing a good job on her first mission.She rarely had time to enjoy its softness though, and the the 4 year old purchase still looked brand new. A quick peek down the neck of it told her that the crew still maintained atleast a little decency.
"He was right you know." A voice said form the doorway, she glanced over to see who it was, and her eyes rested upon the tall blocky figured of Travis.
"you are beautiful."
She reached for the pillow and threw it at him instictively, before she realized exactly who he was talking about. her face lost any hint of a smile and hardened
"where is he" she demanded, her voice taking on a wintry chill that even her eyes couldn't melt.
"We have never botched a job before, and we aren't about to start." Travi's voice taking ona seriousness. "We gave him to the people who wanted him, he's their buisness now. More importantly, you should of told us someone murdered your brother, or that you were looking for him."
"But then you wouldn't of let me fight with you guys, and i would have almost no chance of finding him."
"We should of said no to you to begin with. your to young for this line of work, no matter how good you are at it."
Carissa never liked it when anyone ever commented on how old she was. she leapt at the knife that was on the uniform on the floor a few feet away. but by the time she had it freed from its shieth, and stood to charge at travis with it, he already had his hand wraped tightly around her wrist, twisting it untill the pain forced her to drop it.
But what hurt more, was how Travi's lips locked against hers. She stood there, suffering through his embrace, untill the tears that flooded her eyes threatened break free of her control.
She pushed him away forcefull, and he gave way, letting her collapse to the floor on her knees, hands racing to her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears before they reached her cheeks.
"what about you?" she asked, between sobs. "your not much older then me. what makes you so special?"
he kneeled down in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"i'm 2 years your senior, and alot stronger. As a child i played with weapons, not toys. My parents were republican guards, the best of teh best. They taught me everything they knew how to teach. Most importantly, they taught me only to fight for the things you hold dearest to your heart. a battle over anything else is wasted effort."
"Your parents sound very noble... But what are you fighting for now?"
he gave a slight smile "I thought you'd ask that. When i first met the Raven's Talon, of which we are now both a part of, we weren't exactly friends. But when i faced death, it was they who nursed me back to health. I am indebted to them, and am Honor bound to serve them. Your battle again the blue eyed slayer, isn't one of purity. You have corrupted it with a thirst for vengence. If I was your brother, i would be ashamed with what your trying to do in the name of your love for him. He would want you to live with the memories of the happiness you shared with eachother, not how it was ended."
hearing Travis say that brough even more tears to her eyes, that she never bothered to cry and wipe away.
"I'm..." she started to say between sniffles. "I'm sorry travis..." She threw her body forward at him and wrap her arms as much as she could around his broad shoulders, burying her face into his shoulder, she cryed. She let out all teh sadness and dispair that she ignored, trying to stay strong. Travis then put his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. And there they stayed, sitting on the floor, in eachothers arms, untill she fell asleep. Travis put her back in her bed, put the covers back over her, and left the room, closing the door quietly.
