Dec 13, 2018 22:24:34 GMT
Post by Evelyn Winters on Dec 13, 2018 22:24:34 GMT
She pulled her knife out and took a step back. ”Finally.” She said definitively. She ran her finger down the blade, pausing briefly to study the crimson red glimmering in the light, then popped her blood-soaked finger into her mouth.
“Nothing like the sweet taste of victory.” Axel grinned.
It tasted more metallic than sweet, but it was, without a doubt, quite delectable. She brought her finger out of her mouth and stared down at the tiny little defeated Hero before her. Sunny was quickly growing unconscious. Too bad. No epic monologue for her. Evelyn at least had time to mash her foot down into the wound, tearing flesh, ripping it further apart. She didn’t want this to heal anytime soon. That is, if she would let it heal.
She cocked her head to the side, wiping her bloodied shoe on the ground so she wouldn’t lead any tracks when she escaped. She had given Sunny a gift. She had given her something real. Would she let that gift go to waste? The little Hero was so pathetic. Was it even worth it to kill her? Perhaps this fight would be better left as an experience. Sunny would forever be looking over her shoulder, afraid of the next attack. She would know she was vulnerable. And that was a fate worse than death.
Looking around, she realized she didn’t have much time left to ponder the matter. Pistols were being lowered in her direction. The police had finally arrived. Took them long enough. She flashed a smirk, barely discernible by those watching. She put the bloody knife back in her leg - she wanted to keep that one - and in one swift motion pulled out two throwing knives and lobbed them at two of the policemen, they lodged themselves in their throats and the two officers went down, clutching at their wounds, before they could utter a word. A third police officer fired a shot at Evelyn, but she was already moving, and the bullet missed her by a yard. Before she could fire another shot, Evelyn grabbed another throwing knife and tossed it back at the police officer. It buried itself deep into her eye, and she was left screaming, hands over her face.
Cameras flashed at her as she ran through the crowd. It occurred to her that she was going to have to lie low for a bit. That was going to be annoying, but she could manage. A large part of her was glad that she was going to garner attention. She - a human - had defeated a Hero, and had gotten away without a scratch and everyone would know. It certainly gave her an ego boost and it was most certainly going to make her life more exciting. Some of those cameras even caught a smile.
She finally cleared the crowd and her legs, carrying her incredibly fast, made their way deeper into the city. No one dared follow her. Once she had put a significant distance between herself and the scene of the fight, she slowed to a walk, and put her hands in her pockets. She kept to the back alleys, not wanting to risk getting recognized. Word spread fast nowadays.
She strolled past the city, into the woods and to her trailer. Stepping inside, she walked over to Cat, who stirred slightly at the sound of the door. She sat down cross-legged next to him and stroked him softly. He looked up at her and blinked sleepily. ”We did it.” She grinned at him widely, ”We won.”
“Nothing like the sweet taste of victory.” Axel grinned.
It tasted more metallic than sweet, but it was, without a doubt, quite delectable. She brought her finger out of her mouth and stared down at the tiny little defeated Hero before her. Sunny was quickly growing unconscious. Too bad. No epic monologue for her. Evelyn at least had time to mash her foot down into the wound, tearing flesh, ripping it further apart. She didn’t want this to heal anytime soon. That is, if she would let it heal.
She cocked her head to the side, wiping her bloodied shoe on the ground so she wouldn’t lead any tracks when she escaped. She had given Sunny a gift. She had given her something real. Would she let that gift go to waste? The little Hero was so pathetic. Was it even worth it to kill her? Perhaps this fight would be better left as an experience. Sunny would forever be looking over her shoulder, afraid of the next attack. She would know she was vulnerable. And that was a fate worse than death.
Looking around, she realized she didn’t have much time left to ponder the matter. Pistols were being lowered in her direction. The police had finally arrived. Took them long enough. She flashed a smirk, barely discernible by those watching. She put the bloody knife back in her leg - she wanted to keep that one - and in one swift motion pulled out two throwing knives and lobbed them at two of the policemen, they lodged themselves in their throats and the two officers went down, clutching at their wounds, before they could utter a word. A third police officer fired a shot at Evelyn, but she was already moving, and the bullet missed her by a yard. Before she could fire another shot, Evelyn grabbed another throwing knife and tossed it back at the police officer. It buried itself deep into her eye, and she was left screaming, hands over her face.
Cameras flashed at her as she ran through the crowd. It occurred to her that she was going to have to lie low for a bit. That was going to be annoying, but she could manage. A large part of her was glad that she was going to garner attention. She - a human - had defeated a Hero, and had gotten away without a scratch and everyone would know. It certainly gave her an ego boost and it was most certainly going to make her life more exciting. Some of those cameras even caught a smile.
She finally cleared the crowd and her legs, carrying her incredibly fast, made their way deeper into the city. No one dared follow her. Once she had put a significant distance between herself and the scene of the fight, she slowed to a walk, and put her hands in her pockets. She kept to the back alleys, not wanting to risk getting recognized. Word spread fast nowadays.
She strolled past the city, into the woods and to her trailer. Stepping inside, she walked over to Cat, who stirred slightly at the sound of the door. She sat down cross-legged next to him and stroked him softly. He looked up at her and blinked sleepily. ”We did it.” She grinned at him widely, ”We won.”
