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Of Mice and Zombies (Jesse Fforde)
Posted: 11 Dec 2015, 04:52
by Aria Frost (DELETED 5365)
The acrid scent of decaying corpses filled Aria’s nostrils as she walked through the cavernous expanse. This was her second time down in what others had called a “City of the Dead”. she was no more used to the stink the second time as she was the first time. She quickly collected a key from the zombie wolves and headed to the next floor. She leaned from her experiences last time, that she would not be able to take on the beasts beyond.
She spotted a greater mooncalf charging at her. the battle was brief, and it ended with the beast crumpled in a disgusting heap at her feet. she removed her prize from the body and moved onto other targets. That was her goal now. to murder as many things as she could, to use what she collected to gather more resources to collect better equipment. Her plans had been sidetracked, and she was aiming to get back to it. These shambling monsters would certainly help with that.
She attacked and killed another greater mooncalf. she began removing a large lump of flesh when she looked up and caught sight of something that instantly enraged her. Jesse Fforde. She could feel her blood boil under her skin as she watched him. She removed the clip from her rifle and check the rounds in it. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she noticed she was low on ammo in the metal container. she tossed it into her bag and removed another clip.
Once it was reloaded into her rifle, Aria stood up slowly. She observed the man, her murderer, for sometime before she began to make her move on him. Her footfalls made no sound as she looked for the perfect spot to ambush Jesse. She raised the rifle and took careful aim. She stared down the sights and quickly squeezed the trigger. several bullets traveled towards their intended target. The target of Aria’s constant wrath.
Re: Of Mice and Zombies (Jesse Fforde)
Posted: 18 Dec 2015, 09:40
by Jesse Fforde
The raid was a distraction. Clover had told Jesse about it, and he had followed; it hadn’t taken long to get there. It hadn’t required moving through public spaces. It didn’t require getting near the humans that he would be tempted to slaughter or turn. But he would be turning no one. So many had been mistakes. No more would he turn anyone on a whim; he would make sure of their worthiness, before he gave up his blood. Never would he allow anyone else to choose for him. He would not allow anyone to try to fix him. He could only do it on his own.
The slaughter was what Jesse needed to ward off his other desires. As his blade sliced and spun through the dead flesh of the creatures who haunted these hidden mazes beneath the city, he forgot how much he wanted those blades to slice through his own skin.
Regardless of his focus, regardless of the lack of care that he had for his own wellbeing, he still had his instincts. He heard the cocking of the gun, which wasn’t unusual. He wasn’t the only one in here, and every person had their own preferred weapons. He did turn, however; if there was someone nearby cocking their gun, it meant that there was an enemy nearby. He only very briefly caught a glimpse of Aria before he had to weave to dodge the bullets. They lodged into the wall behind him, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.
Was he angry because he had dodged? Because she had missed? Did he chase her down, in the end, because he wanted to slaughter her, or because he wanted her to finally be strong enough to take him on, and end him like she wanted to? What would she do, if she managed to kill him? What would her purpose be in life? He didn’t really care.
When he found her, Jesse had his own gun drawn. He had his own purpose. Maybe, maybe he would be cured if he killed one of his own. This blood that he was so possessive of, so protective of – what if he killed it? What would happen within him, then? Would it go away, this bitterness? He didn’t hesitate. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to slaughter her, because he was sick of it. He was sick of the constant annoyance of this gnat who thought she would one day kill him.
He said nothing. Just pulled the trigger, as he stood right in front of her. There was no ducking or hiding. No sneaking up. She would see his cold, hard eyes as the gun fired.
Re: Of Mice and Zombies (Jesse Fforde)
Posted: 28 Dec 2015, 04:41
by Aria Frost (DELETED 5365)
She watched her bullets splatter the walls of the underground maze. Not a single bullet hit its mark. The click of the gun emptying echoed in her ears. the spent clip was abandoned as the woman moved off to hide while she reloaded. Her hands shook in complete rage as she fumbled to slam her next of rounds into the rifle. She paused to take a breath in to steady herself. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d arrive to continue this confrontation.
“Damn it all,”she muttered as she let the action slip back in place to ready the gun. She spun around the corner and raised the rifle. Too slow. Pain shot through her body as the lead tooth bit into her stomach. The grip on her firearm waned, her concentration fluctuated. She attempted to squeeze the trigger, but couldn’t. Then her legs began to buckle. It took her only a second to realize that the bullet had shattered against her spine. She mustered what strength she could to summon her shadows to aid in her retreat.
She paused and slid to the ground. The feeling of a cool hard surface barely registered in her brain as she looked down to see blood seeping through her. Her right hand pressed hard against the wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. She rose to her feet slowly and took stock of her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of day spa. She also took note that no one had seemed to have noticed her strange arrival. She dragged herself from the business and left the building.
“Damn you Jesse Fforde, you are going to pay for all of this you ********,”she yelled out as her other hand slammed against the wall. She began making way her way to the abandoned building she’d been using. She cut the bloodstained shirt off her body and began to wrap the wound up.
Re: Of Mice and Zombies (Jesse Fforde)
Posted: 05 Jan 2016, 09:13
by Jesse Fforde
What was it that Jesse felt, when his bullets hit their mark? As he watched the shadows surged around his wayward childe, engulfing her, before she disappeared completely, and he was left staring at a wall? She was not a childe that he had had much to do with. Never had they had an amiable conversation; never had he been able to convince her to give up her foolish desire for vengeance. There were more reasons than one for this confrontation of his. Not only did he want to know whether it would be a cure, but what if she was strong enough? If she managed to kill him, would she be satisfied? Would she move on? Would she quit being a thorn in his side?
None of the questions were answered. The muscles in Jesse’s jaw jumped, scattered; the gristle snapped in a silent scream of frustration, but Jesse made no noise. Nothing. His frustration remained bottled, until his teeth started to grind together.
A glance was spared for the door; should he follow her? Find her? Finish what she had started? This was not Jesse’s fight. This was not something he wanted to deal with. The conflict was petty, insignificant in comparison to his current woes. But perhaps it was a symbol – meaningful, in its own petty way. A sign. This was a point in his life when he needed his family, needed those who were alive due to his blood, which thrummed through their systems. Instead, they would shoot him. Intent to kill.
He laughed, and straightened his shoulders. Yeah, that made complete sense. For now, there were creatures that needed killing.