Post by giggles on May 8, 2007 18:17:52 GMT -5
The rain came down like a wave of bombs futily trying to destroy the world that had grown to abandon and hate the three figures that stood over the mass grave. There was no sense of love between them, and in fact, they each looked ready to end one anothers existance. Only one would leave the current situation, and each one looked hellbent on not letting anyone else have that privilege, the first words that were spoken were nearly drown out by the rain, but their meaning was still brought to light.
" Did she cry, Valentin? I wasn't there, but I would have loved to be there, tell me, just tell me if she sobbed like a little bitch when the gun was pressed against her forehead. I want to know before I kill you and lose the information for eternity! " The tallest of the figures said in a cold tone, utterly elated at his own cruelty.
A shorter, more fit male and slender male straightened, his muscles tightening in pure rage.
" I believe her last words were, I love you... Something no one would ever say to you, come now, I didn't come here to chat... " He said, in a gentle tone, one that was hardened though, speaking for a soul that was trying to defend itself. He unzipped his hoody, revealing a black, wetsuit looking creation with skulls on the soldiers and in the chest, his fit body being seen as the water slid off, the suit changing slightly and seeming to merge with the liquid. Crow, returned the gesture by doing the same, a suit similiar to his being revealed. They both stepped back, and lowered their heads, the classic stance, the third one remaining still, as if waiting for the right moment to intervene. IN a flash, they were in the air, each holding a katana in one hand, the other glowing with a massive electrical charge.
They collided just as fast they had taken off, and to the normal human eye, the fight would have looked like a blur of black and three hundred different sounds each second. But to the slow motion camera, or the eye of suit wearer, it would be far more then that. The clash of blade against blade, and a cry of agony as a strike found its mark. Then the sound of two sets of light people hitting the ground, each rising to their feet in an instant, one hesitating and being cought in a strong grip by the other on his own face. Words again, " I guess, this is the end then? Well, Valentine, I guess I'll see you again in hell..." A scream, the frying body of the taller man burning, the massive electrical charge of five billion volts flowing through him. The crunch of his skull as it shattered, and the thump of flesh against ground.
