People talked and information flowed; rumors spread and people listened. it wasn't hard to learn something new, not even when the information was top secret. As long as beings had mouths and a language to communicate, data would spread. Helix knew this, so she waited for the information to reach her. When she heard the birds sing was when she would know.... A single chirp would tell her the truth; it would tell her who she needed to kill. So Helix listened, and had a little fun as she did.
"Do you think you can dance as well as they can?" The bald man asked Helix. Helix looked at him and smiled, but began doing what she always did: calculating. This bald man whose lap she was sitting on was pale, but had a slight tan to represent his former race. So he was human and slightly African American when he was alive. Now, however, he was dead, no longer African American or human. He was a walking dead that feasted on the blood of every-day men and women, maybe even children. From the way he looked at her, Helix understood that he was incredibly perverted. He was definitely undressing her with his mind, probably imagining his large hands ripping off her black tank top and knee high skirt. Or did he wish to plow her with her clothes fully on? No... He was definitely undressing her with his eyes.
Helix drew her head to who he was talking about, noticing the very naughty female dancers at the center stage once again. The man who she was with ordered strippers to a family bar after he bought the entire bar for the day. He was an incredibly rich man and could do these typeof things while still blowing his snot on a hundred dollar bill. Helix met these type of men when she was still with her father, some even women. She never trusted them because she could read the bad nature within them. She also knew if she got too close to any one of those people that they would kick her away. They were really bad people in her eyes, and her eyes have not changed after 10 years.
"I don't know..." Helix replied. She looked back to the male and quickly went over all the moves she could pull on him. She could lean over and whisper into his ear, she could get up and show him just how flexible she really was, or she could place a gun to his head and pull the trigger. The latter would resort in many deaths, including her own if she was not fully prepared. The former, however, was a wise choice as it would interest her target and take less effort than needed with the middle. Helix wanted to get information out of this man using the best way, not the wrong way that led to another shootout.
Helix acted...
"You could always privately see for yourself," Helix whispered into his ear. The man reacted just as she calculated, looking at her with lustful and greedy eyes. He smiled at her with his perverted smile then began to think to himself. This man was incredibly intelligent apparently. He did well for a vampire, earning the title of kingpin right after he started a very horrifying business. This piece of crap would capture mundane humans then sell them in markets as blood slaves. "Never go hungry again," was his motto. He made tons of money, and the cops could never jail him because he was a supernatural and had powers, so he was probably ruling the world right now. Originally, Helix was suppose to kill this man and collect her money, but now she wanted more information. She wanted to know where these humans were being stored after kidnapped and where each house which contained a human slave was located. Helix was going to shut this business down herself, possibly in the most chaotic way she would think of.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Nov 17, 2015 1:26:03 GMT -5
Selling humans like they were cattle was a definite no-no. When supes started thinking they could sell people as food, that was when Jack had decided to get involved. He hadn't been very busy of later and needed something to do. So, he'd gone hunting. With song in his heart! Jack tapped on hand lightly against his jeans, keeping with some beat only he could hear. Pulling his grey hoodie just a bit tighter around himself, he shivered from the cold, hardly able to wait to get somewhere warmer.
Bullies were the young killer's prey of choice. In fact, killing supernatural bullies was practically his job now. So Jack would drop a few dozen bodies and, every now and then, make a report about who he'd killed an why. That was probably the thing he liked the least about being a part of the Council. Jack had to occasionally justify his murders, lest they mistake him for an out of control supernatural.
Anyways, the young man was presently on his way to murder some fine folks right this very second. Well, Jack wasn't going to murder them so much as he was going to put an end to the suffering they seemed to enjoy causing others. He wasn't a murderer, after all. The young man dealt exclusively in retribution. Justice.
The young man glanced around, slowly, before casually making his way into an unoccupied, pitch black alley. With his keen eyesight, Jack could see just fine. But to many others, he'd be nearly invisible. That was just how the young man wanted it to be while he prepared.
Once there, he slipped out of his hoodie and took a ballistic vest from the gym bag he'd been carrying. Jack put it on, smiling when he thought about the little surprise he'd rigged it with. He then proceeded to strap and secure the rest of his weapons. Handguns, knives, dust. The young man then slung his shotgun over one shoulder and through a large winter coat on top of it all. It was awkward, but the drum wasn't too noticeable if he held his arms just right.
Jack began to make toward the end of the alley, sticking to the shadows, ready for work.
Helix was getting bored... And she hated boredom. So... It was time to express a little chaos the only way she knew how. This time, though, she was going to try something new. She had learn to raise chaos all sorts of ways, but never did she try to turn men against each other for her. Just the thought made her feel like a queen, a queen with a dark and ominous castle.
"Shall we leave?" The bald man asked her. It seems that he was ready for fun as well, but not the type of fun that Helix wanted. She smiled at him, pressed a gentle had on his lips and whispered in his ear: "Let me freshin' up first." Smoothly did she slide from the man's lap. At first, he didn't want to let her go, but he conceited eventually. Helix smiled at him when he did, playfully then sensually, then she walked away from him with her purse at hand. She knew that he would be staring at her, so she made sure to pop each butt cheek for his satisfaction. Helix didn't mind giving him a show, especially since this day would be his last, but she loathed his touches and licks. After this, she would take a long a thorough shower, and wipe away all the dirtiness this bald man threw on her.
As she walked to the ladies room, she noticed two guards posted near. They looked large, manly, and vulnerable; Helix liked that look. She noticed that one of them in particular glanced at her twice. The first time he was only looking, but when their eyes met he had to give a double look. Helix smirked, then began walking over to the man. He was a little taller than Helix, definitely muscular, Caucasian, yet Helix could spot how pale his skin was, even in this dim room. He was a vampire, as most of the party members in this bar turned club were. When Helix came closer to the man, she nodded at the other guard next to him. The other one seemed less interested in Helix, so Helix couldn't use him just yet. Although, he did smile and greet her.
Turning back to the vampire that gave her a double look, Helix moved a little closer to him, and they began speaking. His first few words were typical for a man trying to pick up another woman. Even though he was smooth, very smooth, so many men used the same tactics as this man used, and Helix was very tired of them. While talking, she accidentally let out a yawn, probably hurting the male vampire' feelings. Before she ruined her own plans, Helix held onto one of the man's arms. "Actually," she started to say. "I'm a prostitute here to serve your boss. I was going to take him to the bed, but I had a new move that I really wanted to try. I'm afraid that it might not be satisfying, so i was hoping to try it on someone else first. Do you mind coming with me?" Helix winked.
Happily, the vampire agreed. Helix held onto one of his hands and led him to the woman's restroom. Once inside, Helix checked the stalls to make sure that no one else was around. Thankfully, the entire restroom was vacant. Now, this would be easy.
The man quickly, and lustfully, walked to Helix who quickly shoved a silver knife into his chest. The vampire didn't see it coming, and his chest burned with a thousand anguish before he died. Helix only smiled when she saw him thrash and cling to half life. It was the end for him, and he didn't want it to end. She knew how that felt, she felt it many times, and she thought it felt good to see someone else feel it in front of her eyes. Tonight, she would be making a lot of people feel that way.
When the vampire was officially dead, Helix held out her hand to his fully dead body. "Rise," she said, and dark mana began flowing through him. Helix giggled when the dead body sat up. "Rise, I said. And when you rise, kneel to me." The dead body stood, then knelt as Helix ordered. She giggled again, recalling that feeling of being a queen. The queen of darkness sounded wonderful to her at this moment. "I bet you are wondering why I called you? It is plainly for fun. I had many other options, one involving only one death, but I personally preferred this one. This one was the most fun, and this one was the most chaotic."
Helix reached inside her purse and pulled out a smith and wesson revolver. She held it to the light, looked over it, then giggled more.She handed the undead the gun, and took the knife from its chest. "Go out there," Helix told him. "Go out there and kill. If anyone tries to leave, shoot them instead. Leave the civilians, though. I do not want anyone else but your former work buddies to be hurt. Leave your boss for me."
The undead nodded, then walked outside with the gun. What came next were screams, gunfire, and death; and under it all was Helix's maniacal laughter.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Feb 20, 2016 17:04:14 GMT -5
Jack.
Jack had begun to slow as he neared the end of the alley, finally stopping at the end. From this position he stared at the entrance, watching. He shouldn't have stopped moving, knowing that it would only make it more difficult for him to get going again. Halfheartedly, the young man willed himself forward, to enter and begin his work. Jack didn't move. He was tired, wearied by the near constant killing, and, much to his own surprise, found himself possessed of absolutely no desire to go through with what he'd planned tonight.
Looking down at the weapon he held, the young man found himself at a loss for what to do, what to think. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened but it was rare that Jack wouldn't see a job through to the end, rare that he would spare a subject his wrath, especially ones so deserving. Usually, the young man would simply summon up his rage, the irrational hatred he felt toward such individuals, and power through the task at hand. Instead, Jack leaned back against the wall and, closing his eyes, slid down to a sitting position among the alley muck, feeling too empty, too emotionally fatigued to remain standing.
The young man searched himself, wondering what it all meant, if any of it meant anything at all. He looked up, staring at what parts of the night sky were visible from his position. People were suffering at the hands of those inside. That should be enough, shouldn't it? Why can't I move? Jack searched himself for the answer. Screams and gunfire were now audible to his ears but still he did not move to leave the alley, to continue making his way toward the entrance.
After a moment that felt like 78 days, the young man climbed to his feet and began walking in the opposite direction. He felt suffocated; Jack wanted nothing more than to leave that alley. More than that, he wanted gone from the city. Dropping his weapon, the young man stepped forward and put his foot down in a town miles away. From his chest, he tore the vest and likewise cast it aside, feeling constricted. The next step took him out of the country. The next on another continent. Finally, his last step ended inside a windowless room littered with clothing and crumpled wrappers left from eaten junk food. There he kicked off most of his clothing before collapsing on the couch in the center of it all.
Using his arm as a pillow and gathering a ratty blanket to himself, Jack curled up and drifted off to sleep.
