Post by Grey on Dec 16, 2006 17:09:02 GMT -5
OOC: If it can be avoided, no fighting
Ahhh, New York. Such a beautiful place in all its corrupted glory. Grey knew full too well that most people lived here not knowing the truth about their lives, as they unknowingly served invisible masters of lies, cheating and deceit from day to day. Grey knew this, because he had been close to becoming one of these masters.
Grey was a vampire, not very old or very young, and far from as strong as his age would have suggested. He stood at the top of a skyscraper, the wind rushing over him and tugging in his clothes. He loved the wind, the spirit of freedom, liberty and adaptability, moving through every crack and hole unhindered. But that was not why he was here.
Moving to the edge of the building and using his chi to glide down along the wall, he began running as soon as his feet hit the concrete sidewalk. His undead lungs breathed the night air out of instinct, his immortal heart beating with excitements adrenaline. He had spotted his prey.
A young man was walking down the street, his slick black hair and brown leather jacket not setting him apart from many other youths out in the night, but Grey knew better. He had been stalking young woman for almost thirty minutes, his greedy eyes taking in as much of her figure as he could. Gre knew that look, and he didn't like it. Eventually the woman had noticed him and had begun running, the young man setting after her, his eager breath leavgin a trail of white steam against the icy air.
She had taken a wrong turn and had ended up in a blind alley, the very one that Grey was now approaching. He could hear pleadings from the woman, the words and the tone to her voice striking a chord within him that he preffered left untouched. When he entered the alley the young man had the pretty young lady cornered, Grey didn't have to see his face to know his expression, he had seen it far too many times already. "You" He pointed at the would-be rapist, malice glowing in his eyes as the young man turned around, obviously not pleased to be interrupted
"Fuck off" The young man said, in a less than intimidating voice. "There's not enouh for bothe of us" Grey felt something awaken within him, something bad. He began walking towards the man who took a boxing position at the aura of violence that surrounded Grey. The woman took the chance and ran, making it past Grey before the would-be rapist could react. "Look what you did!" The young man said to Grey, as though Grey had robbed him of something. Grey didn't want to hear anymore words, and so he struck out.
Grey was a martial art adept, and when he struck out, it hurt. His fist smashed into the young man's gut, crushing his stomacha nd letting the deadly bile enter circulation. His second move was a wild roundhouse kick, fuelled by his immortal hatred, breaking the young fool's ribs. As the young man fell backwards, stunned by pain and shock, Grey moved forwards and brouhg his open palm down on the youth's face, slamming the back of his head into the concrete ground with such force that he felt the skull-plates grind against each other. A wild kick to the boy's temple, and he stopped breathing for ever.
Grey was breathing hard, there was nothing that made his unholy blood boil like people who thought they could reap freedom from other people like that. He was about to kneel down and feed when he noticed a movement behind him, in the alley entrance. "What?" He asked as he looked at the figure. "He deserved it"
Ahhh, New York. Such a beautiful place in all its corrupted glory. Grey knew full too well that most people lived here not knowing the truth about their lives, as they unknowingly served invisible masters of lies, cheating and deceit from day to day. Grey knew this, because he had been close to becoming one of these masters.
Grey was a vampire, not very old or very young, and far from as strong as his age would have suggested. He stood at the top of a skyscraper, the wind rushing over him and tugging in his clothes. He loved the wind, the spirit of freedom, liberty and adaptability, moving through every crack and hole unhindered. But that was not why he was here.
Moving to the edge of the building and using his chi to glide down along the wall, he began running as soon as his feet hit the concrete sidewalk. His undead lungs breathed the night air out of instinct, his immortal heart beating with excitements adrenaline. He had spotted his prey.
A young man was walking down the street, his slick black hair and brown leather jacket not setting him apart from many other youths out in the night, but Grey knew better. He had been stalking young woman for almost thirty minutes, his greedy eyes taking in as much of her figure as he could. Gre knew that look, and he didn't like it. Eventually the woman had noticed him and had begun running, the young man setting after her, his eager breath leavgin a trail of white steam against the icy air.
She had taken a wrong turn and had ended up in a blind alley, the very one that Grey was now approaching. He could hear pleadings from the woman, the words and the tone to her voice striking a chord within him that he preffered left untouched. When he entered the alley the young man had the pretty young lady cornered, Grey didn't have to see his face to know his expression, he had seen it far too many times already. "You" He pointed at the would-be rapist, malice glowing in his eyes as the young man turned around, obviously not pleased to be interrupted
"Fuck off" The young man said, in a less than intimidating voice. "There's not enouh for bothe of us" Grey felt something awaken within him, something bad. He began walking towards the man who took a boxing position at the aura of violence that surrounded Grey. The woman took the chance and ran, making it past Grey before the would-be rapist could react. "Look what you did!" The young man said to Grey, as though Grey had robbed him of something. Grey didn't want to hear anymore words, and so he struck out.
Grey was a martial art adept, and when he struck out, it hurt. His fist smashed into the young man's gut, crushing his stomacha nd letting the deadly bile enter circulation. His second move was a wild roundhouse kick, fuelled by his immortal hatred, breaking the young fool's ribs. As the young man fell backwards, stunned by pain and shock, Grey moved forwards and brouhg his open palm down on the youth's face, slamming the back of his head into the concrete ground with such force that he felt the skull-plates grind against each other. A wild kick to the boy's temple, and he stopped breathing for ever.
Grey was breathing hard, there was nothing that made his unholy blood boil like people who thought they could reap freedom from other people like that. He was about to kneel down and feed when he noticed a movement behind him, in the alley entrance. "What?" He asked as he looked at the figure. "He deserved it"
