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| Sweets | Aug 30 2014, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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Fear and genuine panic; two things I haven't felt in ages. Those are the first things that go when you're in my line of work. I'd forgotten that cold, sinking feeling that settles in your chest and makes it hard to breathe. The way your limbs tremor slightly and your palms sweat just enough to make you question your grip. And then there's your mind, while I'm racing through traffic on an unfamiliar bike trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible it's flipping through a million possibilties equally as fast as I'm moving. Had I gone soft? What the hell was with me? Letting myself get this invested, no that's not right...attached, still wrong...ugh tangled up with someone is downright dangerous. For me and for them; but he knew the risks when we started this. Fuck, did I? Oh sure, I did at the time; before the last 4 years of hard fucking work and keeping each other's nose clean. The possibilities were endless, from minor things like extortion, blackmail, or kidnapping; if they were gutsy. Worst case scenario would be torture and ultimately death. Death is what I deal with everyday, something I should be numb to. Death is what some deserve and others recieve by design or accident. But the thought of Patrizio ending up this way, stirs something inside of me I don't know how to deal with. Add the fact that someone was using him to get to me; all I could see was red in my vision and on the bike speedometer. This whole incident exposed a weakness, one I thought I was far above. I've been extremely careful not to be too friendly with anyone; it's the most uncomfortable thing I can possibly imagine; my team can probably attest to that. Fuck. I thought I'd made plans for every angle just in case some stupid nut-job thought he'd get to me through those "closest" to me. Apparently, the disassociate and regroup later plan got tossed out the window and replaced with speed recklessly through the city like an emotional idiot. Thankfully, he had Lil' Ricky and SamSam with him. I have to remember to buy them a six pack later, when I'm done handling business. It's been too long since I've had a good hunt anyway. Too much saving the common people and pretending to be something I'm not; not enough tearing flesh from bone to the sound of screams of agony and begging for one's life. Not even that damned dragon is going to keep me from getting my hands on these assholes. Oh, and when I do...let's just say, Brack Haven is going to look like a fluffy, pink pom-pom by comparison. |
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