And, as she pushed the door open, she immidiatley felt something wrong. She looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. But as she walked to the shelf, finding exactly what she was looking for, she didn't let her uneasiness waver and disappear. Something was wrong and she knew it. She suddenly spotted a man, dressed in an odd looking black and grey uniform. The shoulders had carved on the plate armor, the symbol of the police.
A Thrae Swat agent.
"Dammit!" she whisper-shouted. The man immidiatley turned in her direction, and peered through the books on the shelf. He slowly lowered himself to her level, making eye contact with her. She held her breath, waiting for the man to set off his buzzer.
{PLAY MUSIC}
BZZT, BZZT, BZZT!!
And there it was. Mary Beth pushed the books through the shelf and into his nose before bolting through the door and hearing screams as she ran. The door burst open behind her, and many men in uniform, about seven of them, and she belted around the corner. Their angry shouts piled up in her ears as she ran, panicking like hell.
"Grab her!" one of the men shouted, apparently the commanding officer of the unit.
She didn't wast any time grabbing her Discus and throwing the pair behind her. She heard a yelp of surprise and then both returned to her hands. She took a quick glance behind her, to find that the one in her right hand had hit the commanding officer and the other had missed completely. She ran harder as she became able to feel the pounding of the men's feet behind her.
And just then, she was yanked backwards by her hair, being slammed hard into the ground. She held up her disk just in time to block an incoming swing from the second in command. His blade, tinted blue and coursing with green veins. Inside the glass tubes labeled as such, lie a heavy poison, meant to incapacitate the enemy. The small nozzle at the edge of the knife was like a hose. When the hole was met with flesh, it immidiatley releases the poison into the blood and nerves, paralyzing the target.
She should know, after all, she had one.
Wait.... She had one!
And, quick as a flash, she whipped it out with her right hand and slashed the man standing by her head. He cried out and cringed, making his final movement before humming helplessly in a desperate attempt to yell for assistance.
Mary Beth's blade, being longer in length, could be classified as a sword. But it was lightweight and easy to use, so she could also mistake it for a knife. The other men, assuming the latter, tried slashing it in half. But she parried quickly, moving her feet and shuffling to the right, thrusting her blade forward into one mans side.
She waited until he cringed and fell limply to the ground to remove the blade, turning to find three other men waiting to pounce on her.
As the first man moved, she sidestepped, slicing across the small of his back before the next one grabbed her left hand. He yanked her to the side, slamming the side of her head into the brick wall of the Swift Stop. She swung with her left hand, bringing her disk up and into the mans neck.
She ducked underneath him as he toppled to the ground, blood pooling around him. She turned to the last man who stood there, shaking in his boots. She merely twitched and he was off, bolting back to his commander. She sighed in relief, putting hr discus back, and cautiously stepping over and around the men she had either killed or paralyzed.
{PLAY SECOND SONG}
She put her blade away just as she rounded the corner, making her way into a small and narrow alleyway, sitting on some old boxes. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself, thinking on how they had managed to find hr. Mary Beth was soon interrupted by a hand covering her mouth with a rag.
With her eyes already drooping, she had limited mobility. But somehow she managed to free herself and turn around. Her back found the wall and forced her to stop and focus on the man.
He had a large, square jaw, with big muscles. He was tall and looked to weigh at least twice as much as her. She rubbed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply, but she found it becoming more and more difficult.
The man advanced on her slowly, as though he was relishing the moment of capturing the fugitive girl. Mary Beth closed her eyes for only a moment, and she felt as tired as tired could be. She slid down the wall, her backside eventually meeting with the cold, hard and wet ground. Her head dropped forward as she began to lose consciousness, her half open eyes only able to make out blurry shapes and colors. The man advanced farther, and grabbed her by her hood, her headphones dropping to her side, hanging only by the cord the was slung around her neck.
The man pulled out his small Veined Blade Butcher Knife, and slowly slid it into her gut. She opened her mouth slightly, but gritted her teeth against the searing pain the shot through her body like fire in her stomach.
The pressure she felt in the wound was like having an giant creature on top of her. And as the blade was twisted inside of her, she saw his hand twitch. She soon realized through her teary eyes that his knife had a button. His knife was made to torture the victim before the toxin was released.
In her moment of opportunity, she swatted his hand away and shoved him to the side. She ran down the alley, the blood laving a trail for the man to follow. But she didn't care. She had to find somewhere safe.
And to do that, she had to throw him off somehow. She pulled out a vial of red food coloring, and chucked it in the opposite direction. hen she grabbed a red pen she had been keeping with her for no reason, and broke in half, watching as the red ink flowed freely from the inside. She spread the blood out, sometimes running into walls on purpose after she had chucked the objects.
But running into walls wasn't something she enjoyed doing a lot of, and she was so disoriented that it happened about every five seconds.
After seeing the flash and hearing the thunder, she knew it was going to be a long night. And as the rain began to pour, she collapsed, the puddle she fell into quickly carried her blood around, thinning it and making the water run read.
As she lost consciousness, she thought about the blade lodged in her body.
Damn... I'd better... pull that out...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
As Nicholas and Sebastian made their way towards Mary Beth's location, They noticed several men sprawled on the ground, all wearing similar uniforms and groaning. They all were barely twitching, let alone writing in pain. but from the way the mumbled you could tell they were hurt.
"Did you happen to see a girl about... yay high? A little on the... ummm... fast side?" Sebastian asked. One of the men, with half mobility, pointed to the corner.
Nicholas nodded at Sebastian as the two of them sprinted to the side, peering around the edge before seeing the deep red hue of blood, splattered shamelessly all over the ground. Nicholas looked farther down the alley way, seeing more blood, thicker this time, along the wall, smeared as though someone had done it with their hand.
Nicholas gritted his teeth as the pain in his hand grew stronger.
Sebastian suddenly cried out to Nicholas, pointing down the street. Nicholas raced to his side, following his finger, and gasping when he saw what Sebastian had found.
There in the middle of the street, lay Mary Beth, bleeding to death.
A Thrae Swat agent.
"Dammit!" she whisper-shouted. The man immidiatley turned in her direction, and peered through the books on the shelf. He slowly lowered himself to her level, making eye contact with her. She held her breath, waiting for the man to set off his buzzer.
{PLAY MUSIC}
BZZT, BZZT, BZZT!!
And there it was. Mary Beth pushed the books through the shelf and into his nose before bolting through the door and hearing screams as she ran. The door burst open behind her, and many men in uniform, about seven of them, and she belted around the corner. Their angry shouts piled up in her ears as she ran, panicking like hell.
"Grab her!" one of the men shouted, apparently the commanding officer of the unit.
She didn't wast any time grabbing her Discus and throwing the pair behind her. She heard a yelp of surprise and then both returned to her hands. She took a quick glance behind her, to find that the one in her right hand had hit the commanding officer and the other had missed completely. She ran harder as she became able to feel the pounding of the men's feet behind her.
And just then, she was yanked backwards by her hair, being slammed hard into the ground. She held up her disk just in time to block an incoming swing from the second in command. His blade, tinted blue and coursing with green veins. Inside the glass tubes labeled as such, lie a heavy poison, meant to incapacitate the enemy. The small nozzle at the edge of the knife was like a hose. When the hole was met with flesh, it immidiatley releases the poison into the blood and nerves, paralyzing the target.
She should know, after all, she had one.
Wait.... She had one!
And, quick as a flash, she whipped it out with her right hand and slashed the man standing by her head. He cried out and cringed, making his final movement before humming helplessly in a desperate attempt to yell for assistance.
Mary Beth's blade, being longer in length, could be classified as a sword. But it was lightweight and easy to use, so she could also mistake it for a knife. The other men, assuming the latter, tried slashing it in half. But she parried quickly, moving her feet and shuffling to the right, thrusting her blade forward into one mans side.
She waited until he cringed and fell limply to the ground to remove the blade, turning to find three other men waiting to pounce on her.
As the first man moved, she sidestepped, slicing across the small of his back before the next one grabbed her left hand. He yanked her to the side, slamming the side of her head into the brick wall of the Swift Stop. She swung with her left hand, bringing her disk up and into the mans neck.
She ducked underneath him as he toppled to the ground, blood pooling around him. She turned to the last man who stood there, shaking in his boots. She merely twitched and he was off, bolting back to his commander. She sighed in relief, putting hr discus back, and cautiously stepping over and around the men she had either killed or paralyzed.
{PLAY SECOND SONG}
She put her blade away just as she rounded the corner, making her way into a small and narrow alleyway, sitting on some old boxes. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself, thinking on how they had managed to find hr. Mary Beth was soon interrupted by a hand covering her mouth with a rag.
With her eyes already drooping, she had limited mobility. But somehow she managed to free herself and turn around. Her back found the wall and forced her to stop and focus on the man.
He had a large, square jaw, with big muscles. He was tall and looked to weigh at least twice as much as her. She rubbed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply, but she found it becoming more and more difficult.
The man advanced on her slowly, as though he was relishing the moment of capturing the fugitive girl. Mary Beth closed her eyes for only a moment, and she felt as tired as tired could be. She slid down the wall, her backside eventually meeting with the cold, hard and wet ground. Her head dropped forward as she began to lose consciousness, her half open eyes only able to make out blurry shapes and colors. The man advanced farther, and grabbed her by her hood, her headphones dropping to her side, hanging only by the cord the was slung around her neck.
The man pulled out his small Veined Blade Butcher Knife, and slowly slid it into her gut. She opened her mouth slightly, but gritted her teeth against the searing pain the shot through her body like fire in her stomach.
The pressure she felt in the wound was like having an giant creature on top of her. And as the blade was twisted inside of her, she saw his hand twitch. She soon realized through her teary eyes that his knife had a button. His knife was made to torture the victim before the toxin was released.
In her moment of opportunity, she swatted his hand away and shoved him to the side. She ran down the alley, the blood laving a trail for the man to follow. But she didn't care. She had to find somewhere safe.
And to do that, she had to throw him off somehow. She pulled out a vial of red food coloring, and chucked it in the opposite direction. hen she grabbed a red pen she had been keeping with her for no reason, and broke in half, watching as the red ink flowed freely from the inside. She spread the blood out, sometimes running into walls on purpose after she had chucked the objects.
But running into walls wasn't something she enjoyed doing a lot of, and she was so disoriented that it happened about every five seconds.
After seeing the flash and hearing the thunder, she knew it was going to be a long night. And as the rain began to pour, she collapsed, the puddle she fell into quickly carried her blood around, thinning it and making the water run read.
As she lost consciousness, she thought about the blade lodged in her body.
Damn... I'd better... pull that out...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
As Nicholas and Sebastian made their way towards Mary Beth's location, They noticed several men sprawled on the ground, all wearing similar uniforms and groaning. They all were barely twitching, let alone writing in pain. but from the way the mumbled you could tell they were hurt.
"Did you happen to see a girl about... yay high? A little on the... ummm... fast side?" Sebastian asked. One of the men, with half mobility, pointed to the corner.
Nicholas nodded at Sebastian as the two of them sprinted to the side, peering around the edge before seeing the deep red hue of blood, splattered shamelessly all over the ground. Nicholas looked farther down the alley way, seeing more blood, thicker this time, along the wall, smeared as though someone had done it with their hand.
Nicholas gritted his teeth as the pain in his hand grew stronger.
Sebastian suddenly cried out to Nicholas, pointing down the street. Nicholas raced to his side, following his finger, and gasping when he saw what Sebastian had found.
There in the middle of the street, lay Mary Beth, bleeding to death.