Torn Eskol
Knife in the Dark
B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
MINES OF SILENCE
Aiden Porte l Roman Vossari l Inez l Sibylla Abrantes l Verity Suun
Direct to: Roman Vossari l Inez l Aiden Porte
KILLERS ALL
Shit.
The hard hitting word was ubitigious in it's usage, and entirely appropriate for the situation he found himself in. He had for the first time in a long, bitten off far more than he could chew. He felt his body go limp, then held tightly. As if a dozen hands were grasping at him, holding him back. He grit his teeth, fought valiantly. He remembered the training he received from the SIA- the hours spent being tortured, manipulated by the Jedi. For all his mental acuity and his toughness, his resistance to the wickedness and vileness of being manipulated through his mind-
He had yet to find a way to entirely resist the force in his body. It was agony, to say the least. He felt his body retract, muscles and bones not responding to movement. It wasn't just his limbs- it was his whole body. Seized, grabbed- whatever he was doing, he absolutely hated it. It was sickeningly terrifying to witness, let alone find yourself at the end of.
But still, he moved. Torn moved against the Jedi. His attack against the other spy was successful- for the time being. His inhuman, cold, predatory eyes found themselves on the girl with the shield. He was moving as if through heavy water- still moving. But then, the volley of shots came out. The first one hit his unguarded shoulder. Eerily, Torn made no noise when he was hit. Not a sound, not a whisper. Just a violent twisting of his body. The rest of the rounds went into his vest and his gear- but he was twisted around by the kinetic impact, some strikes hitting at his back. He felt himself go limp. He started to do the math in his head about the minimum of damage he received-
At the least, three broken ribs, a major wound on his shoulder- surgery at best, amputation possible, depending on how much of his shoulder was left after her shot. His knife clattered to the floor, not out of a lack of will to use it- his body simply seized up for a moment, then betrayed him. Tendons and muscles gave away, and the killer was unable to operate his hands.
And then as he spun back around to face the Jedi, he saw it:
One of the older mining shafts. Darkness unending, who knew how far down it went? He certainly didn't. The Jedi's grasp loosened for just a moment, he supposed it was distance as well as his body stopping for a moment. And in that moment, it was just enough for Torn's foot to go over the edge, his body falling backwards. One moment, he was looking up at the darkness- his eyes narrowed, then closed. He could see perfectly in near-darkness. He didn't want to see how far down he was going. To them, however, their foe, a threat like no other, silently disappeared into the void.
There wasn't screaming, an elated gasp, or anything. Torn was just that mean, that scary, that cold and evil. Even when he was facing perhaps certain doom, he was too good to give any kind of shout, sound. Like it was beneath him. The team was left with eerie silence- only the slight scrape of boots on gravel to signify that he had disappeared below. But no sound of impact, no screaming, no rushing. Wherever Torn had fallen into- it was deep, it was far, and he had not reached the bottom yet.
Which, was to say, that he was not having a good time. Or- perhaps the team was unaware that he fell at all. And he just... disappeared.
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