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Re: Don't See No Fiery Hell -closed topic- « Reply #7 on May 2, 2008, 11:06am »
“Screw up an operation that lands me in jail” She sounded amused, not terrified or even put off by his words. In fact, she just turned around, laughing slightly. The notion of jail was nothing but amusing, having a fake badge could do that for you. She also had FBI, CIA and Inland security ID cards, as did Tristan. He had made them; she had made them look, as she liked to insist. She was still low, and for a few seconds she froze, wondering what the hell he was on about, get low. But the kafuffle behind her whipped her head round… and he was trying to shove himself in the non-existent gap between the two passengers. She turned back round, and swallowed.
But, you have to love the trained reflexes. Where most may have paled and frozen until their death like a deer in the headlights, Mia had enough sense to jump from her position into the next cart, pretty much landing in her face besides a now terrified five year old. She slipped between the bars of the seat and smiled at the kid, putting her arm around his shoulders. “Good show huh kid?” She had got closer at least to the vampire who didn’t apparently like dying, and for now that would do. She be no use to anyone plummeting towards doom.
Then they were soaring down the final drop, and Mia even threw her hands in the air, screaming and laughing, looking for anyone who watched like the five years old big sister. She wouldn’t say mother. She was too young for that. Now, she had to get off before she lost the guy in he crowd again, momentarily forgetting Demetri in is shades behind her.
Re: Don't See No Fiery Hell -closed topic- « Reply #8 on Jun 13, 2008, 8:28pm »
The couple were kicking up a fuss, and it made it harder to get into the cart. Demetri didn’t want to die, and the overhang was going to kill him easy enough. Decapitation wasn’t a pleasant thought. Barking orders and something about being with the police, he shoved one of them aside so he could duck with seconds to spare. He felt the rush of air above him, realized how close that call had been. Feeling sick, he tried to quell his phobia, as the cart continued a downward journey. Everything was blurring, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on much until the journey ended. Finally, the cart gave an upward swing as there was the clicking and rattling sound of it slowing on the rails. Then, well, the ride had ended. Demetri was already moving, leaping and darting over. Drawing level with Mia. Hell if the bitch was messing up this for him. She might be hot, and women might be his weakness – but right now nobody was taking this mission from him. Not now the ride had finished, and he was on stable ground.
For now Demetri wasn’t working against his weakness, he was faster, stronger, and more fully focused. As she was getting off, so was he, and so was the target. The target made a run for it, and unsure of what Mia was doing Demetri had leapt over the last cart cracking his side on the metal edge as he landed but ignoring the mild pain. He had finally caught up, grabbing hold of the guys shoulder, and snapping out his gun concealing it from the crowd and jamming it into the guys ribs. He’d walk them to somewhere more quiet, then make the kill. Quick and simple. What Dem didn’t know, of course, was that this guy was a vampire.