Alexis Braend
Rough Rider
The room was spotless. A theme of crisp whiteness permeated its whole, not a color in sight. Through the hallway a child ran in terror, her yellow sundress a stark contrast to her surroundings. As she turned her head toward her pursuer, her feet caught on the leg of a frosted glass coffee table. Her arms flung out to catch her balance, but it was no use. The little girl tumbled to the floor in a pile of dark hair and frightened tears.
On her heels ran two boys, older than her, yet identical in looks. Both of their faces were twisted into what can only be described as malicious glee. One, the obviously leader, held a blaster in his hands. It was set to the lowest setting. Without a word he motioned for the other boy to take hold of the girl and pin her to the floor. Grinning, he addressed her. “It wasn’t smart to try and get away like that, Alexis. I was only going to shoot you once. Now? I think I’ll do it a couple times to teach you a lesson about running from me. You’re scum, and you deserve to be treated like it.” A beam from the blaster cemented his words, followed by an agonized scream. The child’s world blackened.
Alexis jolted awake, the phantom of remembered pain zinging through her body. Eyes foggy with memory, she struggled to draw air into her lungs, but breath continued to saw in and out of her chest. It seemed to take years for her to calm down, but Alexis finally managed to slow the thudding of her heart. Chocolate hair clung to her shoulders and neck, which were sticky with rapidly cooling sweat. When she attempted to stand, she instead fell off the bed in a tangle of sheets. It wasn’t until then that Alexis realized that her thrashing had caused her to become entangled within the bedding. Unwrapping herself, she sighed.
It had been years since that memory had shattered her dreams. She didn’t relish the thought that her past was once again attempting to swallow her, to drag her back into the frightened girl she’d once been. She’d fought her way out of it, and she refused to play the meek punching bag any longer. She deserved respect, not to be treated like a dog.
[SIZE=11pt]The thoughts calmed her, and Alexis’ mind turned to the target she’d been given for the night. Assassinations took planning, and she needed to put her plans into motion. It was time for her to hunt. Changing into a backless black summer dress and black heels, she slipped into the streets.[/SIZE]
[member="Dak Canton"]
[member="Anders Sivas"]
[member="Jared Ovmar"]
On her heels ran two boys, older than her, yet identical in looks. Both of their faces were twisted into what can only be described as malicious glee. One, the obviously leader, held a blaster in his hands. It was set to the lowest setting. Without a word he motioned for the other boy to take hold of the girl and pin her to the floor. Grinning, he addressed her. “It wasn’t smart to try and get away like that, Alexis. I was only going to shoot you once. Now? I think I’ll do it a couple times to teach you a lesson about running from me. You’re scum, and you deserve to be treated like it.” A beam from the blaster cemented his words, followed by an agonized scream. The child’s world blackened.
Alexis jolted awake, the phantom of remembered pain zinging through her body. Eyes foggy with memory, she struggled to draw air into her lungs, but breath continued to saw in and out of her chest. It seemed to take years for her to calm down, but Alexis finally managed to slow the thudding of her heart. Chocolate hair clung to her shoulders and neck, which were sticky with rapidly cooling sweat. When she attempted to stand, she instead fell off the bed in a tangle of sheets. It wasn’t until then that Alexis realized that her thrashing had caused her to become entangled within the bedding. Unwrapping herself, she sighed.
It had been years since that memory had shattered her dreams. She didn’t relish the thought that her past was once again attempting to swallow her, to drag her back into the frightened girl she’d once been. She’d fought her way out of it, and she refused to play the meek punching bag any longer. She deserved respect, not to be treated like a dog.
[SIZE=11pt]The thoughts calmed her, and Alexis’ mind turned to the target she’d been given for the night. Assassinations took planning, and she needed to put her plans into motion. It was time for her to hunt. Changing into a backless black summer dress and black heels, she slipped into the streets.[/SIZE]
[member="Dak Canton"]
[member="Anders Sivas"]
[member="Jared Ovmar"]