Post by Zoken on May 25, 2004 23:29:29 GMT -5
the gang had used the warehouse often, it was a public secret. they often used it to drag the women they bought back to and "use" them. they were all gathered, the women thrown to their knees. that was when they noticed the figure in the cloak.
"You are nothing," he scolded them, "But foul excuses for intelligent beings. I would call you scum, but that is an insult to algea"
"Z'at so?" said one of the goons. he shoved the woman he had brought to the ground. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," came his voice. he pulled back his hood to reveal black, greasy hair and a sallow face. his eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them. most recoiled in horror. they were yellow, and had black slits for pupils. no one felt the pulse he sent throught the room as he opened his eyes, because they were already under his spell. "Ladies, behind me." he commanded. the women moved deftly and quickly. they didnt speak or cry. they showed no semblance taht they knew what they were doing.
"now," he continued. "The rest of you... dismantle eachother. the last one standing will tend to the bodies. what followed was an unspeakable scene of gore and blood. but the figure watched with, what appeared to be satisfaction, as the men ripped eachothers' bodies apart with their bare hands.
When the blood bath was done, he turned to the women and gestured his hand and said, "Wake." they began to move normally. they asked eachother how they wound up on the other side of the room. some screamed at the pile of blood and flesh in center of the room, but his voice caught them all. "You have been saved tonight. be wary next time, I may not be around."
"Who are you?" one girl asked, she was by far the youngest, thirteen, but the bravest.
"you may know me as The Cobra."
"You are nothing," he scolded them, "But foul excuses for intelligent beings. I would call you scum, but that is an insult to algea"
"Z'at so?" said one of the goons. he shoved the woman he had brought to the ground. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing," came his voice. he pulled back his hood to reveal black, greasy hair and a sallow face. his eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them. most recoiled in horror. they were yellow, and had black slits for pupils. no one felt the pulse he sent throught the room as he opened his eyes, because they were already under his spell. "Ladies, behind me." he commanded. the women moved deftly and quickly. they didnt speak or cry. they showed no semblance taht they knew what they were doing.
"now," he continued. "The rest of you... dismantle eachother. the last one standing will tend to the bodies. what followed was an unspeakable scene of gore and blood. but the figure watched with, what appeared to be satisfaction, as the men ripped eachothers' bodies apart with their bare hands.
When the blood bath was done, he turned to the women and gestured his hand and said, "Wake." they began to move normally. they asked eachother how they wound up on the other side of the room. some screamed at the pile of blood and flesh in center of the room, but his voice caught them all. "You have been saved tonight. be wary next time, I may not be around."
"Who are you?" one girl asked, she was by far the youngest, thirteen, but the bravest.
"you may know me as The Cobra."