Post by Moonlight on Nov 1, 2010 14:25:42 GMT -5
Once Zorayda disappeared up the stairs, Kitty's jade gaze hardened to the likeness of the color - Glaring daggers at Elliot. "... Are you going to let me go yet? I'm quite capable of standing on my own," she informed him icily, voice barely a whisper. Quiet, as not to entice curiosity from the few people still in the lobby. Venom clinging to her tone.
Elliot chuckled softly, amused. "You didn't like the sound of what your little friend said? What was it ... Boyfriend? It seems like a good match to me, Kitty Cat," he returned softly, the same taunting smile still curving his lips. Turning, nodding to Cerberus and Sagira. "We've got work to do. Let's go."
Her legs were crossed as she leaned back in her chair, reading by the lamplight. Kitty's lithe frame was entirely black clad, the catsuit making its return once again. A small collection of knives gleamed under the pale light on the table next to her, all of them tied to the extra belt. Even paler computer light lit up another corner of the hotel room where Elliot sat, laptop resting on the supplied desk as he typed away. The sound of pages turning on her dog eared and worn out novel was consistent, showing that she'd become drawn into the fictional world once again. Her escape.
The young woman's shoulder length tresses were still hanging loose, curtaining her face from Elliot's occasional glances. The analog clock next to the double bed read 1:24 AM, its red glow adding to the few sources of light they'd turned on. But it would be time to go soon. Sighing as she reached the end of the chapter, the book closed with a snap. It wasn't but mere moments later when Elliot's laptop clicked shut, belongings stowed in respective but separate bags.
All four sheaths slid against the wood stand next to her as she picked it up, hooking the second belt over her already angled one to form a loose "x" over her hips. All of the onyx colored sheaths were either decorated with silver or gold tracings at the edges, thin but giving them form in the shadows. But they vanished as she slid an entirely black guard over each one, omitting any reflective surfaces. But her expression was monotone, almost downcast. There was no getting out of it this time. She knew that to count on Sabaku having the same target twice in a row would be foolish. And Elliot was coming along to supervise. To make sure she did not back down.
Four pokeballs were lined on her other belt, knives on one hip and pokemon on the other. Gair was hovering nearby, more than ready to go. Ever in contact with Garret.
Minutes ticked by as they left, door clicking behind them. Vanishing on the spot, Kazier's Teleport whisking them out of sight. The alakazam's dizzying power planting them in the south-side Jubilife, far off street lights spinning in her vision as a gloved hand rested against the wall. Regaining her equilibrium, lest she fall. But it wasn't long before they continued, moving along the shadows. Waiting for their target to appear.
Kitty crouching on one of the old wooden crates they'd found, arms resting on her knees. Elliot standing beside her, several heads taller due to her stance and positioning. Making him seem far larger than usual. But he wasn't her focus. Not this time. Her gloved fingertips moving to the many hilts at her right hip, brushing the tempered Damascus. Only the best of weaponry would suit Garret, after all. But the seemingly random patterns were like vines growing on the steel. Oddly representing her situation.
Footsteps reached their ears, Elliot's faint nod all that she needed to know it was time. Half standing, taking on a catlike pose. Slowly inhaling, unsheathing one of the knives. She lunged.
A startled grunt came from the much larger man as her lithe frame barreled into him, but reacting quickly. Rolling on the ground as her gleaming blade arced at him, a solid kick connecting with the would-be assassin's stomach. Knocking her back, winded. But it didn't keep her down. Keeping her eyes on the target, hand closing around another kick that swung at her head. Twisting her arm around the offending leg, a sharp flick of it reversing their positions. Swiveling the accomplished fighter's direction around, sharply bringing her knee up at the same time. A sharp crack bit into the cool night air. As well as a muffled cry of pain. Her knee acting as a focal point on his now shattered ankle. Quickly releasing the wounded man as dead weight kicked in with the pain, collapsing on to the ground.
"... W-who are you?" he hissed, voice unsteady as one hand traveled into his coat pocket. Her booted foot found a place against it, pinning it to his chest. Preventing him from reaching a likely weapon as she leaned over, loose hair falling over her shoulders again.
This wasn't fair. Not knowing what she had to do. All he'd done was refuse Garret's offer, before her 'master' could dig up sufficient dirt. But Garret wouldn't have him running to the police. His eyes widened when he noticed the knife, shaking his head quickly. "Please - No," he whispered, nervously licking his lips. His hazel eyes flicking from her face to the knife, begging and pleading. Fear entering his eyes as Elliot stepped out of the shadows, deepening.
"It's such a shame, really ... You could've been around to meet your child, if you'd just joined us ... Isn't your wife's due date next week?" the blonde asked in a lazy drawl, uncaring. Shrugging, stopping halfway across the alley. His icy blue eyes almost luminescent in the dim light. "I suppose she'll have to make due as a single mother."
His jaw clenched, sweat beginning to dampen his face at Elliot's chiding. Glancing back up at Kitty, swallowing. "... Please don't hurt them ... You don't have to do this ..." he whispered, as if he couldn't manage a steadier voice any louder. Shaking slightly.
She hesitated, swallowing. Feeling both gazes boring straight through her - One demanding, one begging for mercy. "Shadowcat," Elliot intervened, tone entirely droll. But impatient.
"P-please ..."
Her eyes slid closed briefly, throat constricting. "... I'm sorry ..." she whispered. Steel plunged into flesh. Thick, wet warmth seeping through the young woman's glove as her eyes opened again, eyes watering.
He was choking on his own blood, a thick red streak pouring down each corner of his mouth as his head tilted back in a desperate bid for air. Slashed throat clogging his airways with bits of skin and blood, the life-giving liquid spilling onto the filthy ground in torrents as he coughed on it. Soaking the knees of her catsuit as she slowly fell into a kneeling position, trembling. Hugging her waist, head bowed. Near silent tears beginning to mix with the growing puddle as he expired, managing one last word. Wheezing his wife's name into the night with his last breath.
Elliot impassively looking on, jaded to death. Almost amused at Kitty's reaction. Breaking down, vulnerable. Every wall she had, crumbling.
Elliot chuckled softly, amused. "You didn't like the sound of what your little friend said? What was it ... Boyfriend? It seems like a good match to me, Kitty Cat," he returned softly, the same taunting smile still curving his lips. Turning, nodding to Cerberus and Sagira. "We've got work to do. Let's go."
Her legs were crossed as she leaned back in her chair, reading by the lamplight. Kitty's lithe frame was entirely black clad, the catsuit making its return once again. A small collection of knives gleamed under the pale light on the table next to her, all of them tied to the extra belt. Even paler computer light lit up another corner of the hotel room where Elliot sat, laptop resting on the supplied desk as he typed away. The sound of pages turning on her dog eared and worn out novel was consistent, showing that she'd become drawn into the fictional world once again. Her escape.
The young woman's shoulder length tresses were still hanging loose, curtaining her face from Elliot's occasional glances. The analog clock next to the double bed read 1:24 AM, its red glow adding to the few sources of light they'd turned on. But it would be time to go soon. Sighing as she reached the end of the chapter, the book closed with a snap. It wasn't but mere moments later when Elliot's laptop clicked shut, belongings stowed in respective but separate bags.
All four sheaths slid against the wood stand next to her as she picked it up, hooking the second belt over her already angled one to form a loose "x" over her hips. All of the onyx colored sheaths were either decorated with silver or gold tracings at the edges, thin but giving them form in the shadows. But they vanished as she slid an entirely black guard over each one, omitting any reflective surfaces. But her expression was monotone, almost downcast. There was no getting out of it this time. She knew that to count on Sabaku having the same target twice in a row would be foolish. And Elliot was coming along to supervise. To make sure she did not back down.
Four pokeballs were lined on her other belt, knives on one hip and pokemon on the other. Gair was hovering nearby, more than ready to go. Ever in contact with Garret.
Minutes ticked by as they left, door clicking behind them. Vanishing on the spot, Kazier's Teleport whisking them out of sight. The alakazam's dizzying power planting them in the south-side Jubilife, far off street lights spinning in her vision as a gloved hand rested against the wall. Regaining her equilibrium, lest she fall. But it wasn't long before they continued, moving along the shadows. Waiting for their target to appear.
Kitty crouching on one of the old wooden crates they'd found, arms resting on her knees. Elliot standing beside her, several heads taller due to her stance and positioning. Making him seem far larger than usual. But he wasn't her focus. Not this time. Her gloved fingertips moving to the many hilts at her right hip, brushing the tempered Damascus. Only the best of weaponry would suit Garret, after all. But the seemingly random patterns were like vines growing on the steel. Oddly representing her situation.
Footsteps reached their ears, Elliot's faint nod all that she needed to know it was time. Half standing, taking on a catlike pose. Slowly inhaling, unsheathing one of the knives. She lunged.
A startled grunt came from the much larger man as her lithe frame barreled into him, but reacting quickly. Rolling on the ground as her gleaming blade arced at him, a solid kick connecting with the would-be assassin's stomach. Knocking her back, winded. But it didn't keep her down. Keeping her eyes on the target, hand closing around another kick that swung at her head. Twisting her arm around the offending leg, a sharp flick of it reversing their positions. Swiveling the accomplished fighter's direction around, sharply bringing her knee up at the same time. A sharp crack bit into the cool night air. As well as a muffled cry of pain. Her knee acting as a focal point on his now shattered ankle. Quickly releasing the wounded man as dead weight kicked in with the pain, collapsing on to the ground.
"... W-who are you?" he hissed, voice unsteady as one hand traveled into his coat pocket. Her booted foot found a place against it, pinning it to his chest. Preventing him from reaching a likely weapon as she leaned over, loose hair falling over her shoulders again.
This wasn't fair. Not knowing what she had to do. All he'd done was refuse Garret's offer, before her 'master' could dig up sufficient dirt. But Garret wouldn't have him running to the police. His eyes widened when he noticed the knife, shaking his head quickly. "Please - No," he whispered, nervously licking his lips. His hazel eyes flicking from her face to the knife, begging and pleading. Fear entering his eyes as Elliot stepped out of the shadows, deepening.
"It's such a shame, really ... You could've been around to meet your child, if you'd just joined us ... Isn't your wife's due date next week?" the blonde asked in a lazy drawl, uncaring. Shrugging, stopping halfway across the alley. His icy blue eyes almost luminescent in the dim light. "I suppose she'll have to make due as a single mother."
His jaw clenched, sweat beginning to dampen his face at Elliot's chiding. Glancing back up at Kitty, swallowing. "... Please don't hurt them ... You don't have to do this ..." he whispered, as if he couldn't manage a steadier voice any louder. Shaking slightly.
She hesitated, swallowing. Feeling both gazes boring straight through her - One demanding, one begging for mercy. "Shadowcat," Elliot intervened, tone entirely droll. But impatient.
"P-please ..."
Her eyes slid closed briefly, throat constricting. "... I'm sorry ..." she whispered. Steel plunged into flesh. Thick, wet warmth seeping through the young woman's glove as her eyes opened again, eyes watering.
He was choking on his own blood, a thick red streak pouring down each corner of his mouth as his head tilted back in a desperate bid for air. Slashed throat clogging his airways with bits of skin and blood, the life-giving liquid spilling onto the filthy ground in torrents as he coughed on it. Soaking the knees of her catsuit as she slowly fell into a kneeling position, trembling. Hugging her waist, head bowed. Near silent tears beginning to mix with the growing puddle as he expired, managing one last word. Wheezing his wife's name into the night with his last breath.
Elliot impassively looking on, jaded to death. Almost amused at Kitty's reaction. Breaking down, vulnerable. Every wall she had, crumbling.
