Post by Aubrey Townsend on May 9, 2012 18:41:04 GMT -5
[style=background-color: #ffffff; width: 320px; height: 150; webkit-border-radius: 50 0 50 0px; -moz-border-radius: 50 0 50 0px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 50 0 50 0px; overflow: auto; opacity: .40; color: #ffffff; padding: 20 20 20 20px; border: 2px solid #ffffff;]The past year had gone by in a blur. In the past year, she had ceased being on the good side of her former mentor, V. She had befriended V's former friend, turned enemy. She had even plotted her former mentor's downfall and demise, alongside his new found enemy. In the beginning, Connor had admitted to thinking that she might be spineless, that she might change her mind about wanting to kill the man that had been her father figure for a decade. As was her nature, she proved her friend wrong. When it came to choosing sides, she chose Connor's.
Coming out of her reverie just long enough to locate a bench, she made her way toward it and sank down, crossing one leg over the other. Her mind played through the events of that day while she sat there. Earlier on, with the help of Vincent, whom was her former mentor's brother, she tracked down a soon-to-be rat. He had been shooting off at the mouth about blowing her in. She dealt with it by luring him into one of the many darkened alleys before the sun began to rise. With Vincent's help, it was an easy task. He lured the man and brought the knife, along with a cloak to disguise her blood-soaked clothing.
While the man struggled to free himself during what would be his last moments of life, she used the knife to slit his throat. The only thing that had touched the man was the rope and the blade of the knife. She had brought her own gloves along, preferably latex. When the knife slid across his throat and the blood spattered her, she didn't even blink. She just puled away and watched as he sank to the ground, choking on his own blood. Vincent handed her the cloak, and they walked away like nothing happened. Just as they were leaving, the sun finally rose above the skyline.
Now, she was in a park, waiting for Connor to show up. She hadn't spoken to him in about a month or so. They had both been busy with their respective lives. She pushed her dark hair away from her face and sighed, attempting to relax against the frame of the bench. Things were moving way too fast for her liking, but she just kept her mouth shut and rolled with it, so to speak. She really didn't have much of a choice, did she? The alternative was giving up, and she wasn't about to do that.
