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Post by Captain Admin on Jan 14, 2017 16:34:22 GMT
Tightly packed houses line streets that would could exist in almost any English town, far removed from the impressive scale and grandeur that marks most London areas.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 8, 2017 0:02:22 GMT
Omen, now dressed completely in black, looked down at her phone to check the Subreddit. It had a rough outline of Mark’s schedule as well as his exact address. She hid in the shadows at the end of the street. He would be home soon. He had no wife or kids, they had already left him. That was a good thing.
After a while, Omen noticed someone approach the door. They were dressed head to toe in blacks and greys, their face obscured apart from their eyes. Was that him? They fondled with the door lock. That can’t have been Mark. This person was a thief?! Omen dashed after them as soon as they cracked the door open. She slammed her foot between the door and its frame.
“The fuck?!” The other person stumbled back in surprise and Omen used the opportunity to push into the house.
“Don’t move and it won’t hurt.” Omen threatened; though she had no true way of hurting this person aside from a few kicks and what she saved for Mark.
“Wait, mask…” The shadowy guy, dressed sort of like a ninja looked Omen up and down. “Shit man. You’re a vig aren’t you?”
“Excuse me?” Omen raised an eyebrow.
“You new to the reddit? You gotta lay a claim on the guy you’re going to get.” The ninja growled.
“Well that sounds stupid. If you post a comment, there are hundreds of ways for you to get tracked down.” Omen crossed her arms across her chest. “So, you’re not trying to rob this guy?”
“No! I’m here to put the fear of God into him. Besides, we don’t comment on the damn threads, we leave our mark on the territory. I’ll show you-“
The door began to budge. The Ninja burst into smoke and disappeared from sight. Omen didn’t need to hide. She stood there proudly, waiting for Mark Casey. The Ninja from the shadows seemed to become concerned, but there was no time for him to react. Mark entered the house and saw Omen stood in his hallway.
“You fiddle a child again, and I will-“ Before Omen could register what happened, a knife was thrust into her abdomen. She raised an eyebrow and looked down at his hand covered in her blood. The Ninja appeared behind Mark and with a mighty ‘thwack’ hit a pressure point to knock the man out.
“Shit woman! What were you doing?!” The Ninja frantically waved his hands around the knife sticking out of Omen. “He’s a dangerous man! He aint thick! He’s prepared for the likes of us!”
Omen pulled the knife out of her and dropped it next to him. “It’s fine.” She dropped down to crouch beside Mark. She put her hand on his head and transferred the tumour. “It hurts… but it felt more like a paper cut to me…” She trailed off.
The Ninja held his head. “Shit. You are damn freaky, girl, and not in the sexy way.”
She stood up and smiled at the Ninja. “Right, he’s all yours to do what you want with. I don’t know how you usually take things from here…”
“I usually bring up all the evidence I can and stick in the shadows until I know the police are going to get him. What the fuck do you do? Shit, is this your first mission? Ugh, I hate newbs like you.” The Ninja snarled as he made his way to rummage through the house.
Omen chuckled slightly. The mask was hiding his expressions and making him look rather intimidating, but overall, he seemed a little flustered and maybe a little happy for the company. “I don’t think you’ve been doing this too long either…” She said to him.
“Shut it.” He growled back.
Was he a university student? She turned to leave the house but the Ninja had practically teleported beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. “You can’t go to the hospital about that wound. They’ll ask questions.”
A sick smile twisted onto Omen’s features. “That’s okay.” She took the ninja’s hand and slid it down her arm. She moved it so it rested on the slit in her costume. “It’s healed.”
He curiously prodded her flesh then retracted his hand immediately. “Shiiiiiiiiiiit. Freaky. Healers always give me the hibee-jibees.”
Omen just chuckled and walked out of the door, fondly thinking about the stab wound that rested in Mark. Her fingers twitched as she lost herself to the thought of stabbing him again and again in the rectum. A sharp thrust for every time he had made his nephew cry, weep, bleed. Omen imagined pushing her hand through the wound, wearing the sicko as a puppet.
Aurora stopped in the street. She shook her head. She had done her job. That was it. Ninja-boy could take it from here. As that thought crossed her mind, she looked on the wall of the house. A very subtle Ninja Mask sat underneath the window. If she was going to use the Subreddit more often, perhaps she would need to create a mark to claim her prey. She raised an eyebrow and continued away from the scene.
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Post by Invoker on Feb 9, 2017 14:43:03 GMT
Geoff was a delightfully boring man. He’d dropped out of school at an early age and throughout the rest of his life bounced between numerous jobs before eventually taking a job as a truck driver. It suited him well. Drive to one place, deposit some cargo. Drive to another place, deposit some different cargo. It was on one of these routine trips that he nearly crushed a kid beneath his truck, but a mystical figure stopped the truck. A tall guy flew out the sky and yelled at his truck. Within seconds it had come to a halt, just in front of the screaming girl. Geoff jumped out of his truck, to see what happened.
Before him, crouched a blue robed man with a pale tan wizards hat on his head. He was consoling the girl that he’d nearly crushed. Geoff turned around to survey his truck, and noticed that it was being held to the ground with ice. He turned back to face the ‘wizard’ who was now standing, helping the little girl get to the other side of the road. He tipped his hat, and showered the little girl with snowflakes before shooting off into the sky.
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