Bad Taste (Micah )

[Bia (DELETED 6088)]

Bia was the bosses girl, the home girl , the one that stood by the boos as a trophy. Bia had only one job, sit still , nod her head and give him a kiss whenever he tilted his cheek. Bia idly sat on a stool near the local bar they gang hung at. The boss was late , but Bia didn't care. Finally she had time alone to think about her life , how screwed up it was. Bia never really regretted much, but leaving her family was probably the biggest one. "Hey Bia wheres the boss?" Bia shrugged her shoulder as she pushed her hair behind her ear, the pierced earrings that neatly shined down the rim of her ear spoke loudly about her personality. "Bia use words." Bia downed her drink as she asked the barkeep for another. "He's a bit late I guess, I don't know where he is. He doesn't tell me anything."The lackey hissed as he grabbed his coat before walking out the door. The barkeep gave Bia a sympathetic smile , but gave him a tired glare. She didn't need his sympathy, nor did she need to answer the Lackey of a man who hides behind metal walls and flooding sewers.

"BIA." Bia's shoulders shot up as she turned around on her stool. Smiling sheepishly she got up from the chair to walk over to her little boy of a boss. Ripped jeans and a loose white shirt, Bia was labeled the hottest home girl in the street. Her black faded tennis shoes and faded silver rings were the new yet cheap fab. "Welcome home dear" she recited with such love. He smiled like he always did, hugged her like he always did and with a good crisp slap on the ***, winked and shooed her away. Bia went back over toward the barkeep to grab her glass before she joined him on the tattered couch. Wrapping her arms around his shoulder she kissed him on the just the way he liked. "Thanks babe."

All was set in stone, the guy that dealt the drugs had came in a little late than normal with two black bags instead of three. Bia frowned as she placed her cup down. "Why do I only see three." He said with a little anger in his voice. Bia knew what this meant, and sad to say it didn't end with him walking out. The man before them stumbled over his words like a child tripping over logs. The boss wasn't happy , so he asked his little Lackeys what he should do with him. Clearly the question wasn't meant to be answered, so they all replied with its your choice boss. Just like routine he had asked me ,but why did I answer. "I think you should let him go, give him a few scars, cut off a few fingers ....then send him back out." The lackeys all stared at me like I had lost my mind, the boss though...his stare.

The boss had quickly grabbed Bia's cheeks before letting her go, shooing her off into their bedroom. Bia got up as she clenched the loose shirt in her hands. Damnit she thought. The on time of flawless acting and here she had fucked up and made a mistake. Bia quickly walked into their room, shutting the door behind her. Sweating like mad Bia bit her fingers and thought of ways to escape. From outside she hard the screams of the poor boy and the lackeys who were all laughing as they kicked and shot. A few minutes after he boss had came in with the gun he used. "Bia tell me why did I choose you?" Bia looked up from the numbed nails that she created. "I wasn't like others. I denied being ordinary." The boss nodded his head as he walked over, sliding his fingers on her shoulders. "That comment made you very ordinary." Bia hissed inside as she thought, having an opinion and voice is was far from ordinary, hiding it was ordinary.

Bia winced as he pulled at her hair, dragging her out the room and outside the hangout. "I wish you hadn't done that." Bia began to cry as she moved and squirmed around. The boss walked over toward the back of the alley way to open up a sewer door. Tossing her in Bia landed roughly on her side, her ankle twisting from the curb down below. One by one the boss and lackeys jumped down. "It was nice having you though." One by one the lackeys slit her body. One for the shoulder, one for the leg, one for the midsection and one for the forehead. The boss wasn't done though. Once again he grabbed her by the hair and had drug her down the sewer, Bia nearly chocking on the foul water she was drowning in.

[Micah]

Bunny had, for the first time in ages, fucked up.

Micah didn’t normally get mad at his thrall but this time he was utterly furious with her. After he’d killed the blast from his past he had given the girl a few instructions stressing that if she needed help moving the body she was to call him or Vel. Given his irrational fear of the morgue he figured that she would contact Vel however she didn’t. Bunny hadn’t even tried to move it first and instead had set to trying to clean up the blood. While she was in the middle of it, a nameless human had stumbled into the sewer entrance of the Realm and caught the thrall in the middle of her task. Bunny had been forced to kill her. So now there were two bodies he had to move. Sure he could have asked his wife but Bunny was his responsibility and this was his problem - he’d handle it on his own.

The fade portal he had stepped into spit him out in the deserted supermarket in the quarantine zone. It would have been faster if he had just gone through the morgue’s main entrance but the thought of opening those doors and allowing the smell to hit him in the face made him sick. It was bad enough that he had to drag those bodies up. There was simply no way he was going to be there longer than he had to and if that meant taking the long way around was what he had to do then he’d do it. Simple as that.

His anger grew with every step. How could she have been so stupid? The last thing he wanted to do was spend his evening in the morgue but he had no choice. There was every possibility that another human would stumble across the sewer entrance and see the scene of the crime so to speak and that just couldn’t happen. As he dropped into the sewers Micah was cursing the blonde to hell and back, and when he stepped into the Realm and leveled a glare on the girl she cowered away from him. Bunny was quick to to do exactly as she was told and before too long the bodies had been carted upstairs and delivered to one of the storage rooms awaiting the attentions of Velveteen’s staff.

Once he’d taken care of what he needed to he decided to vent his frustrations on the paladins and footsoldiers that lurked within the sewers. It was dark and the smell was something Micah had grown used to but he hadn’t been down there in ages. It took a few minutes to allow his eyes to adjust to the dark and once he had he easily fell into his old routine, sticking to the same route that he had traveled so many times before.

[Bia (DELETED 6088)]

Bia was being ordinary....ordinary right. Bia kept asking that question as she continued to be drug down the sewer, his lackeys constantly cutting into her flesh every time she kicked and whined out. I cant end it like this, I cant be like this. I am not ordinary. Bia shouted out in her head as she looked up toward the back of the bosses head. Pulling out the knife she kept well hidden, she sliced the bosses wrist. The boss screamed out as he released her from his clutches. Bia began to roll to evade the lackeys kicks and knife wounds. Bia get up , was what she said. Fight and defend yourself. Bia quickly stood up on her feet as best as she could. She screamed out in pain as the bone from her twisted ankle began to poke out. The boss smirked as he ripped off a piece of his sleeve to wrap around his wound. "Oh ... I didn't know you had another side to you." Bia spat out into the sewer , the knife twirling in her hands so the tip of the blade could point toward the men.

"Come on DEAR." She said as anger rolled off her tongue. The boss glared as he motioned for his boys to go in for the kill. Bia crouched a little to get a good grounding. One of the men lunged for her, his arms wide open as if he was going to hug her. Bia closed her eyes as she shot out her arm froward into the mans chest. Lucky her, she had hit her mark. The man had fell backward with the knife stuck in his chest where his hear would be. Bia showed a quick emotion of happiness as she gave herself a high five. The boss laughed a little as he motioned for the others. "You've only killed one Bia, not the other three." Bia knew all to well she only had taken out one. Looking around Bia tried to find any weapons , any blunt objects she could use to hit them. By the time she turned her head, the man hand swung at her. Bia fell to the floor , the foul water flowing into her mouth forcing her to swallow.

"Little girl, use your words." He said as he began to slash at her arm and lower midsection. Bia screamed out in pain as she tried to swat his hand away, but only gained more wounds on her wrist and fingers. "Keep squirming girl." Bia hissed as she had finally reached for the knife , but not the way she wanted too. The man himself was scared as he backed away from what he had done.The knife drove into her palm as if she was pinned to the cross like God himself. Bia began to bawl from the pain. The boss oddly enough held out his gun and shot the man right in the head. "HOW DARE YOU HURT HER." He said angrily as he pointed the gun toward the other two. Bia began to crawl , trying to get to the fork in the sewer. "Bu...but boss, I thought you wanted her."

Bia's ear rang when the gun was fired two more times. "Where are you going Bia, don't you want to talk about this." Bia stopped moving out of fear. Talk was it or shoot? Bia closed her eyes as she shoved her face into the water. Counting to three, her face had shot up from the pain of a bullet driving through her leg. The boss smiled a little as he crouched down by her, brushing her hair away, as he gave her eyes of sorrow and pain. "Bia." With in that split second Bia pulled out the knife from her palm and stabbed him right in the heart. The boss for a second stared at Bia as if what she had done was a dream. Bia smiled as she pulled him closer using his collar. "Baby I'm as unordinary as I can get. Die in hell you piece of ****." The boss spoke no words as he fell back into the water.

Bia felt accomplished for the first time in her life. With a smile she rested her head down in the water. She could feel herself fading , falling into the darkness. Bia didn't want to die, not here, not like this. Bia moved a little before she looked up into the darkness. "Help...no I don't want to die. Not like this...not like this."

[Micah]

He could follow his normal route with his eyes closed. No light was needed as his enhanced vision was more than enough. There was a bit of light in places, through the gutters that allowed the water to drain from the surface and into the various channels. This night though the sewers were unusually empty. Every so often he would stop and pick something up off of the ground and shove it into his pocket. Lost keys, a couple of lost wedding rings that had him smirking a bit. Why anyone would want to come down here for a clandestine meeting was beyond him but Micah couldn’t really say anything. After all this was where his own sire had found him and made him what he was so who was he to judge?

He could hear voices off in the distance, then the sound of gunfire and what sounded like a female crying. Micah’s face twisted in a sneer. He hated tears. He hated crying females. Vel wasn’t one of those overly emotional women and rarely did he ever see her cry. When she did though he always felt bad. He never claimed to be one of those nice guys. He would be the first one to admit that he could be a dick but even knowing that it hadn’t stopped her. So lost in his thoughts about his wife he almost missed the paladin that lunged at him from the shadows.

Micah hissed as her blade managed to get him on the arm drawing blood. “*****.” He hissed at her and reached for her, hands curling over her shoulders, claws digging deep into the skin. She fought like hell but it didn’t stop him from throwing her away from him. She cried out as her back hit the wall, The sound of her bones breaking drew a growl of satisfaction from him and he watched as she shakily got to her feet, determined to go down fighting even if she knew she was going to lose. Her injuries slowed her down and it gave him enough time to draw Eternity. Aiming directly between her eyes he pulled the trigger and watched in fascination as the bullet hit right where he wanted it to. A fine shower of red filled the air as her body hit the floor. “Well that was anti-climatic,” he muttered, dropping to his knees to search her pockets. Lame. A cheap gun part that wasn’t even worth improving. He left it beside the body and continued on.

A gunshot echoed through the damp corridors, followed by two more in rapid succession. Micah figured it was just another Paladin/vampire exchange and was indifferent to it. It wasn’t unusual for him to not see anyone else in the sewers during his runs and it wasn't unusual for him to sometimes have trouble finding the enemies that lurked below the surface. He did however break his normal routine to head towards the sound of the fight. It was quiet now so he’d probably not find anything but the sound might have drawn others. But instead of finding what he thought he would, he tripped over a dead body that definitely wasn’t a Paladin.

Stopping in his tracks he surveyed the scene before him. A few dead men and a girl face down in a puddle of rancid sewer water. He almost walked away from the scene but he saw movement from the female and heard her speak before she was face first in the water. Turning on his heel he moved closer and crouched down beside her, pulling her out of the water. His fingers pressed against the pulse point on her throat. It was faint but it was there. Doubted she had long though. “Don’t know who you are but I can save you. You ain’t got long, but it has to be what you want. Are you sure?”

[Bia (DELETED 6088)]

Bia could feel her body loosen up and her mind fade. Her eyes became heavy and she felt as if her ears began to pop. As she closed her eyes her ears opened up to something. Tried and in pain she looked upward slightly, her faded iris color staring at a man. Barely hearing his words she was able to read his lips. He as asking if she wanted it, to live was her guess. Nodding her head slowly she moved her most lips to tell him yes. "pl...please."