08-24-2013, 11:49 AM
It was human. Rune stopped herself again, shaking her head sadly.
The comment about its heart made Rune turn and look at the creature's chest. Sure, on the outside it looked human, but Rune knew better. Her mom had looked human after all, her uncle explained sadly, yet there was always ALWAYS a line in the sand that once crossed could never be crossed back.
"Putting a bullet in its face will stop it." Rune shot a glance at Hood. He'd had no idea about its heart, yet he managed to drop a bastard with a single pull of the trigger. But Rune was beating a dead horse here. Aria saw ten thousand shades of gray and Rune knew only black and white. Rune would rather kill them all. It was the only way to undo the unbalance it unleashed.
Aria's bullheaded committment did strike a guilty chord in Rune though. They had set out to capture one. Rune had agreed to take the job to begin with, and no matter how much she regretted it, she had given her word!
She turned aside and paced back and forth while Hood took his turn. At least he wasn't screaming any more. He didn't really scream before, but he didn't have to. The sheer intensity of that much fury aimed her way stirred such a fright in Rune she'd never known anything of its kind before. She hated being scared and she hated that he'd scared her. That he could scare her.
He went on about teamwork again, and Rune wanted to roll her eyes. It sounded like to her that Hood himself couldn't operate a team if he, as their leader, lost someone so important. Or maybe that someone was just better than all of them combined? Boy, Hood would probably rip her head off if she brought that up. So she kept her mouth shut.
She also chose to not bring up the point that he had a point. Stupid pros and cons. And snapped her head around when he asked about a furia. Rune looked to Aria for her answer, and found herself riddled with surprise. "You feel all that?" The emotion in her question probably shocked Hood right out of his boy band tight shirt.
She glanced at Hood, serious, but cool-headed. Kind of. "I only smell violence. It lingers, plastered to an area and trailing off after the one involved in the crime." She wrinkled up her nose in disgust, explaining to Aria as much as to him. "Its different for different crimes. Rape is bad, but rape where there is a child fathered is different - like rotten eggs versus rotten egg-drop soup. Fighting, beating, torture - those smell like babboon's ass. But the worst," Rune cringed, looking like she was going to spit, "is murder." She didn't even try to explain what that was like.
"Don't worry. I won't make you choose between killing me or it. But it goes against everything I am to just walk away. But.... I'm going to need some...." she rubbed her temple. It was like tearing a piece of paper in half. To walk away was leaving something of her behind, shredded and worn. Yet for some stupid reason, like they'd asked her to, she left without ever giving their lab rat a second glance.
She ended up back at the trailer, dumped all the gear (well the heavy gear anyway. She kept the glasses), and shoved her personal stuff in her duffel which she slung over one shoulder and stalked to the door.
She punched the door open and it violently swung around on its hinges. She was on the first step when the clank of empty bottles toppling from the edge of the porch stopped her.
They scattered. The nice little pile that Hood left for the homeless to collect, and Rune turned to look behind her. She really was exhausted, and her duffel bag felt heavy as a mountain on her shoulder.
She rolled her eyes, dropped the bag to the stairs and went to pick up the mess she'd accidentally made.
By the time anyone found her, she was sitting in Hood's spot, feet propped on her bag and sipping one of his AK's. It really was an awful beer, but at least it was cold. As soon as a beauty store opened, she had plans to go by a few boxes of hair dye. At least seven or eight. She hadn't done rainbow hair in a long time.
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 24 2013, 11:50 AM.
The comment about its heart made Rune turn and look at the creature's chest. Sure, on the outside it looked human, but Rune knew better. Her mom had looked human after all, her uncle explained sadly, yet there was always ALWAYS a line in the sand that once crossed could never be crossed back.
"Putting a bullet in its face will stop it." Rune shot a glance at Hood. He'd had no idea about its heart, yet he managed to drop a bastard with a single pull of the trigger. But Rune was beating a dead horse here. Aria saw ten thousand shades of gray and Rune knew only black and white. Rune would rather kill them all. It was the only way to undo the unbalance it unleashed.
Aria's bullheaded committment did strike a guilty chord in Rune though. They had set out to capture one. Rune had agreed to take the job to begin with, and no matter how much she regretted it, she had given her word!
She turned aside and paced back and forth while Hood took his turn. At least he wasn't screaming any more. He didn't really scream before, but he didn't have to. The sheer intensity of that much fury aimed her way stirred such a fright in Rune she'd never known anything of its kind before. She hated being scared and she hated that he'd scared her. That he could scare her.
He went on about teamwork again, and Rune wanted to roll her eyes. It sounded like to her that Hood himself couldn't operate a team if he, as their leader, lost someone so important. Or maybe that someone was just better than all of them combined? Boy, Hood would probably rip her head off if she brought that up. So she kept her mouth shut.
She also chose to not bring up the point that he had a point. Stupid pros and cons. And snapped her head around when he asked about a furia. Rune looked to Aria for her answer, and found herself riddled with surprise. "You feel all that?" The emotion in her question probably shocked Hood right out of his boy band tight shirt.
She glanced at Hood, serious, but cool-headed. Kind of. "I only smell violence. It lingers, plastered to an area and trailing off after the one involved in the crime." She wrinkled up her nose in disgust, explaining to Aria as much as to him. "Its different for different crimes. Rape is bad, but rape where there is a child fathered is different - like rotten eggs versus rotten egg-drop soup. Fighting, beating, torture - those smell like babboon's ass. But the worst," Rune cringed, looking like she was going to spit, "is murder." She didn't even try to explain what that was like.
"Don't worry. I won't make you choose between killing me or it. But it goes against everything I am to just walk away. But.... I'm going to need some...." she rubbed her temple. It was like tearing a piece of paper in half. To walk away was leaving something of her behind, shredded and worn. Yet for some stupid reason, like they'd asked her to, she left without ever giving their lab rat a second glance.
She ended up back at the trailer, dumped all the gear (well the heavy gear anyway. She kept the glasses), and shoved her personal stuff in her duffel which she slung over one shoulder and stalked to the door.
She punched the door open and it violently swung around on its hinges. She was on the first step when the clank of empty bottles toppling from the edge of the porch stopped her.
They scattered. The nice little pile that Hood left for the homeless to collect, and Rune turned to look behind her. She really was exhausted, and her duffel bag felt heavy as a mountain on her shoulder.
She rolled her eyes, dropped the bag to the stairs and went to pick up the mess she'd accidentally made.
By the time anyone found her, she was sitting in Hood's spot, feet propped on her bag and sipping one of his AK's. It really was an awful beer, but at least it was cold. As soon as a beauty store opened, she had plans to go by a few boxes of hair dye. At least seven or eight. She hadn't done rainbow hair in a long time.
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 24 2013, 11:50 AM.