Post by Ndeye Ndao on Aug 20, 2019 23:03:40 GMT -4
The sound of heavy rain reverberated in the rain gutters above the alley, challenged by the new sound of wailing, from an unfortunate lady citizen; she huddled, collapsed, against a chain-link fence, as a menacing figure approached her. The giant figure stood, unperturbed by the rain, over a fallen umbrella and a battered man, who breathed heavily, clutching his ribs while rolling on an arm he did not yet realize was broken. The storefronts on either side- a pawn shop and a storage facility, neither with any night-guards or night customers- offered no help for the young couple, menaced by a villain in the truest sense of the word.
The two had been heading home from a movie theater under a single umbrella- wet, but cheerful nonetheless- when a huge figure had appeared out of the darkness, blocking their way. Between the lady's musculature and her dark, form-fitting clothing, which included a lower face mask and a bone necklace, it was hard to blame the couple for being frightened. The young man had grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders and begun to circumvent politely around one side of the tremendous woman, when the criminal's arm had shot out, suddenly encased in thick, gleaming black and orange scales, smashing into the wall next to him with frightening force.
With danger imminent, the man and woman had turned to run through the alleys, but found their way immediately blocked. The man wasn't so foolish to fight, so he stepped forward to talk. There was no conversation; no sooner had he left his girlfriend's side than he was left in a heap on one side of the alley. "Weakling," Ndeye spat, continuing towards the woman unperturbed. "You're not pregnant, are you? A child from a man and woman so weak has no point being born into this world."
As the soaked girlfriend panicked, she pleaded, begging first for her life, then, perhaps in confusion, to know why. She didn't seem particularly wealthy, after all. Ndeye raised an eyebrow, then lowered it again, wearing a frown that looked utterly unaffected by the words, nor concerned with the answer. "You work in a big building, yes? Something... Steelstein Supplies. Yes. You're up for a promotion soon, I think?" she murmured, pressing one finger to her broad forehead and looking up at the dripping rain gutters on the pawn shop. "Someone else wanted the promotion. They hired me. I did it, but not cheap. You do not have on you the payment to discourage me and I don't have the want to wait while you go get your checkbook," she explained, raising her glittering, snake-skin hand in an open-palmed gesture that said only "So?"
"You got unlucky. You weak people rely on luck a little too much!" she scoffed, wagging one finger as though scolding a child. "When it runs out, what do you do? What do you do?" The girl made no direct answer and instead ran to the back of the alley, rattling the chain fence and calling for help in a frantic voice. "Yes, that's what you do. And then you die," Ndeye nodded, stepping after her and raising one hand, as if preparing to kill the woman with one single chop to the spine.
With her hand raised, she paused, looking past the chain fence and further into the joining alleyways. There was a glint of metal that didn't seem to fit with the rest of the dark, empty alley. She narrowed her eyes and glared. Was it some bum with a flask? Or a man with a knife? As useful as an impromptu fight against a hero would be, she didn't want the interruption quite yet. "Leave now, or you're going to die. Do not look at me. Do not look at her," the African woman warned, still as a statue while she waited.
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The two had been heading home from a movie theater under a single umbrella- wet, but cheerful nonetheless- when a huge figure had appeared out of the darkness, blocking their way. Between the lady's musculature and her dark, form-fitting clothing, which included a lower face mask and a bone necklace, it was hard to blame the couple for being frightened. The young man had grabbed his girlfriend's shoulders and begun to circumvent politely around one side of the tremendous woman, when the criminal's arm had shot out, suddenly encased in thick, gleaming black and orange scales, smashing into the wall next to him with frightening force.
With danger imminent, the man and woman had turned to run through the alleys, but found their way immediately blocked. The man wasn't so foolish to fight, so he stepped forward to talk. There was no conversation; no sooner had he left his girlfriend's side than he was left in a heap on one side of the alley. "Weakling," Ndeye spat, continuing towards the woman unperturbed. "You're not pregnant, are you? A child from a man and woman so weak has no point being born into this world."
As the soaked girlfriend panicked, she pleaded, begging first for her life, then, perhaps in confusion, to know why. She didn't seem particularly wealthy, after all. Ndeye raised an eyebrow, then lowered it again, wearing a frown that looked utterly unaffected by the words, nor concerned with the answer. "You work in a big building, yes? Something... Steelstein Supplies. Yes. You're up for a promotion soon, I think?" she murmured, pressing one finger to her broad forehead and looking up at the dripping rain gutters on the pawn shop. "Someone else wanted the promotion. They hired me. I did it, but not cheap. You do not have on you the payment to discourage me and I don't have the want to wait while you go get your checkbook," she explained, raising her glittering, snake-skin hand in an open-palmed gesture that said only "So?"
"You got unlucky. You weak people rely on luck a little too much!" she scoffed, wagging one finger as though scolding a child. "When it runs out, what do you do? What do you do?" The girl made no direct answer and instead ran to the back of the alley, rattling the chain fence and calling for help in a frantic voice. "Yes, that's what you do. And then you die," Ndeye nodded, stepping after her and raising one hand, as if preparing to kill the woman with one single chop to the spine.
With her hand raised, she paused, looking past the chain fence and further into the joining alleyways. There was a glint of metal that didn't seem to fit with the rest of the dark, empty alley. She narrowed her eyes and glared. Was it some bum with a flask? Or a man with a knife? As useful as an impromptu fight against a hero would be, she didn't want the interruption quite yet. "Leave now, or you're going to die. Do not look at me. Do not look at her," the African woman warned, still as a statue while she waited.
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