06-17-2014, 05:56 PM
<small>((Rune moded with permission))</small>
A metallic click of a gun cocked and Jaxen felt the corners of his mouth drop. You've got to be kidding me.
He risked a glance and found himself staring right down the barrel of a gun. The girl behind the weapon was smiling sadistic, and Jaxen shook his head. "You? Really? You're the assassin?!"
His grip tightened on the wheel until the leather creaked under his palms.
"You know I could just drive to a police station."
He grit his teeth. He'd have to route a map search for one, though. Rune was probably unlikely to let him chart a course toward the police.
She replied, cool as a cucumber. "And I could just shoot you here and take my chances."
He flicked his eyes at her. There was no humor to the set of her jaw. "Fine. Serebryanyy Bor it is."
Not that he was in a rush to meet a bullet in the face, but if he was going to drive himself to his grave, might as well kill the road to do it. Its not like the Bilmodeller was going to pound a dead guy's ass for ruining the tires on his car. Least, he hoped not.
He whipped around the side of traffic and down the bus lane. At the turn to the artery street, he jazzed straight through a series of circles and intersections. At the first stretch of open road, he threw on the sport boost and they flew down the river.
"So what are you going to do when we get there Rune? Execute me mafia style? Right between the eyes? Well, all I ask is to spare the upholstery."
They pulled off at the entrance to the park. It sprawled dark and empty across the space between two veins of the river, one of which coursed nearby.
He got out of the car at her bidding. Sad at least to leave it behind. Their footsteps were the only sounds crunching underfoot. He hated to think of the gravel wedged up in the tred of the Agera's tires. Poor girl.
The light was there, of course. He grasped at it, but nerves and irritation - mostly at himself - were slapping his hand away.
He turned on a heel to look this .. what had White called them? Atharim.. in the eye. She was tough looking on second glance, and carried herself far more seriously than her hair and cute face implied. Inwardly, he scrambled for the Light. Although he had no idea what to do with it if he caught it except ball it up and throw the force at her.
He had to stall. "Alright. You at least going to tell me what this is about? Baccarat, isn't it? You're Atharim and I'm the blowhole that found the secret hideout?"
Almost. "Well you can have it on good authority I don't care about your fucking society."
He swallowed. Since they ceased walking, the silence was deafening. "Your friend White told me all about your little cult."
He started to panic. The light was unreachable! She made him take a knee.
He thought of Tony and Michael. How easy he'd been able to take hold of the power with them taunting him. So easy then. Get control, he commanded himself. Get control and take control. The Light suddenly blazed close. It was easy now.
It filled him. It stretched his skin tight across his bones. It etched itself into the fury of his face. His lips quirked into a smile as the menace took gnarled form in front of Rune.
Until the thunder of a shot fired blasted his ears.
A metallic click of a gun cocked and Jaxen felt the corners of his mouth drop. You've got to be kidding me.
He risked a glance and found himself staring right down the barrel of a gun. The girl behind the weapon was smiling sadistic, and Jaxen shook his head. "You? Really? You're the assassin?!"
His grip tightened on the wheel until the leather creaked under his palms.
"You know I could just drive to a police station."
He grit his teeth. He'd have to route a map search for one, though. Rune was probably unlikely to let him chart a course toward the police.
She replied, cool as a cucumber. "And I could just shoot you here and take my chances."
He flicked his eyes at her. There was no humor to the set of her jaw. "Fine. Serebryanyy Bor it is."
Not that he was in a rush to meet a bullet in the face, but if he was going to drive himself to his grave, might as well kill the road to do it. Its not like the Bilmodeller was going to pound a dead guy's ass for ruining the tires on his car. Least, he hoped not.
He whipped around the side of traffic and down the bus lane. At the turn to the artery street, he jazzed straight through a series of circles and intersections. At the first stretch of open road, he threw on the sport boost and they flew down the river.
"So what are you going to do when we get there Rune? Execute me mafia style? Right between the eyes? Well, all I ask is to spare the upholstery."
They pulled off at the entrance to the park. It sprawled dark and empty across the space between two veins of the river, one of which coursed nearby.
He got out of the car at her bidding. Sad at least to leave it behind. Their footsteps were the only sounds crunching underfoot. He hated to think of the gravel wedged up in the tred of the Agera's tires. Poor girl.
The light was there, of course. He grasped at it, but nerves and irritation - mostly at himself - were slapping his hand away.
He turned on a heel to look this .. what had White called them? Atharim.. in the eye. She was tough looking on second glance, and carried herself far more seriously than her hair and cute face implied. Inwardly, he scrambled for the Light. Although he had no idea what to do with it if he caught it except ball it up and throw the force at her.
He had to stall. "Alright. You at least going to tell me what this is about? Baccarat, isn't it? You're Atharim and I'm the blowhole that found the secret hideout?"
Almost. "Well you can have it on good authority I don't care about your fucking society."
He swallowed. Since they ceased walking, the silence was deafening. "Your friend White told me all about your little cult."
He started to panic. The light was unreachable! She made him take a knee.
He thought of Tony and Michael. How easy he'd been able to take hold of the power with them taunting him. So easy then. Get control, he commanded himself. Get control and take control. The Light suddenly blazed close. It was easy now.
It filled him. It stretched his skin tight across his bones. It etched itself into the fury of his face. His lips quirked into a smile as the menace took gnarled form in front of Rune.
Until the thunder of a shot fired blasted his ears.