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Trust Yourself and No One Else; PRP
Topic Started: Aug 18 2014, 12:32 AM (237 Views)
Chishan
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The Saiyan Inferno
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The sun was setting over New East City, the sky becoming a beautiful orangy-pink. Deep brown eyes stared up into the sky with thoughtfulness, her face hardened in a serious stare. She had spent the week looking for information on the saiyan man named Chishan and had come up completely empty up to this point. Sightings had been debunked and stories of where he might be had proved untrue. Monica was back to square one again.

She shook her head and sighed. What was she to do? She couldn't back home empty handed. This was her mission, the one thing that mattered to her in this petty life. Her sister had died because of that saiyan, or at least that was what she had been led to believe. The only facts she knew were that she had left with the so-called 'Lightning Lord' and never returned. The younger sister could only assume she had been slain. It was in their nature; saiyans were warriors and battles called to them. No doubt the bastard had brought her into a scuffle and she had been way over her head.

And this whole saving the Earth crap? His attempt at redemption. The thought made her furious.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of the sun. Her eyes quickly dilated to the sudden disappearance of the light and attempted to focus on the figure. But she couldn't see a damn thing.

"Well well, what's a pretty thing like you doing with a marvelous machine like that?" A froggy male voice came from the shadow, dripping with slimy venom. She glanced to her rear. The fellow must have been talking about the motorcycle she was resting on.

It was a rare model, a Kawasaki J in crimson red and black. It was currently in its comfort mode, with the seat raised and the dual levels raised up for maximum comfort in an urban setting. The gigacell battery that lay underneath the driver's seat was quiet at the moment, though it could pack a hell of a scream when it was revved up.

She glanced back in the shadow's direction. "Found it on my way to spring break. The two football players that I was traveling with were all scared of it and asked little ol' me to try it out. 'You'll look sexy on a hog', they said." She said as sweetly as could be, though her tone was as sarcastic as she could make it. When she finished her made-up story, she scoffed. "Or maybe it's none of your damn business."

"Yow!" Another voice said from around the corner of the brick building. Another shape stepping into the alleyway she had made her resting place. "This one is a firecracka'! You better be careful, J-Burn. She'll bite your finger off if you wag it at her."

This situation was descending into more troublesome by the second. Her eyes narrowed slightly, beginning to adjust to the new shapes in her view. The sun had lowered enough now that she could make out the two men that had decided to join her. The one in front of her was a muscle-ridden chap, with tattoos scribbled over his bare arms and up to his neck. His hair had been cut into a mohawk and she could barely make out more ink running just above his ear.

The second guy was a bit thinner but dressed large to make himself more intimidating. Long baggy jeans, a heavy sweatshirt and a ball cap that was cocked to the left. Underneath she could see his hair was buzzed as well and the same marking was over his ear.

Gang markings. Just great.

She looked to the second person, the same annoyed expression on her face. "You know it's summer, right? Sweatshirts aren't in until at least October."

J-Burn, the apparent name of her first annoyer, snickered. "See that, Web? You ain't never gonna impress the ladies with your stupid outfits."

Web hissed. "The fuck you know about pickin' up ladies, Burn? You couldn't pay a prostitute enough to suck your dick."

She held back a smirk. These two idiots could easily be made to turn on one another if she pressed the right buttons. It was just about picking her moves and words correctly. "Jeez, if you can't even win over a pay-by-the-hour woman, you don't have a chance with me, bub."

Web laughed heartily, holding his stomach at her joke. Even with the dimming light in the background, she could see Burn's cheeks fill with red and his teeth grab at his lips in embarrassment.

"I like this one. She's got a fire with no water around in sight." The steroid-ridden gang member said.

She could see the quizzical look from his fellow member and pounced on it. "What the hell kind of phrase is that? Burn here may not be good with the ladies but I bet he can turn a phrase."

This time there was no laughter. She could see the glimmer of entertainment leave Web's eyes. Mis-step. She got too confident. Damnit if that wasn't her usual folly.

"This one is smarter than she looks. She's playin' us for chumps." Web said, nodding in her direction.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Burn said in reference to her last jab, moving to stand beside his mate.

She rolled her eyes. "You know, I'm just no-good with charismatic situations like this. I know people that could have you at each other's throats right now. But no, I just can't seem to get a handle on talking myself out of situations. Where do you think I went wrong? Was it attacking you guys too directly? Should I have been more ambiguous?"

"I think you need to stop talkin', sweetheart." Burn said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a knife. Web had apparently already pulled his own weapon, a Jericho 941 handgun. A dicey little weapon for a low-level thug. She was even a little impressed.

"You're going to hand over the keys to that chopper and then Burn and me here are gonna have some fun wit' you." Web said, waving his pistol in front of his face in a show of force.

She glanced at each one of their weapons. "So...more ambiguous then?"

The sun caught the metal on the blade as he jabbed it forward, aiming for her side. Her body was like a smooth river running along its fated course, pushing off the bike to the left and grabbing Burn's stabbing wrist with one hand and his fingers with the other. She utilized her strength and motion to twist his arm uncomfortably to the side while digging her nails into skin, a sensation that made him yelp and force the knife to slip from his grip. She released his fingers and quickly grabbed the falling weapon by its leather-bound handle. Her arm swept across her body and up to the thug's throat, stopping right on his adam's apple. The blade was so sharp that even touching the skin opened a cut, drawing a thin bulb of blood.

She now had full control of Burn, having his arm in a breaking position and his throat in a slicing position. She slid twisted him around so his back was to the now shocked Web, who held his gun pointed at them. "So here's how this is going to play out." She stated matter-of-factly. "I'm going to give you your guy back, sans weapon but with all the blood in his carotid artery. And you, in turn, are going to kick your weapon over to me and I'm going to leave. And then we'll never see each other again. Comprende?"

"Fuck that! I'm going to blow your head off, bitch!" Web yelled, moving the gun to aim towards her head. But she quickly ducked behind Burn's body, removing his target.

"Just do what she says, you fuckin' idiot! She's going to break my arm off!" Burn screamed, wincing as she twisted his arm just a bit more.

"God damn it, fine! I'm kicking the gun over." The over-sized thug said, sneering as he glared daggers at her. Slowly he lowered the weapon to the ground and, as soon as it rested on the gravel, he brought his hands up above his head. Once he had reached his full upright position once again, he snapped his leg hard enough to slide the gun to her feet.

"Much obliged." She released the suffering man from her grip and quickly reached down, grabbing the weapon.

She could hear the man's shirt ruffling, the sound of the hammer on his other gun. Fools, god damn fools. They couldn't just leave this situation unharmed, could they?

The speed in which she was up and firing the gun was so remarkable that Web probably didn't even see it before the bullet pierced his skull and made scrambled eggs of his brains. The paint job that she splattered against the bricks was so wide, she was honestly surprised this low-level idiot had so much brain matter to spread around.

Burn's mouth was hanging open, shocked and awed at the fact that his buddy was now slumping to the ground with a hole in his forehead and a severe lack of flesh in the back. But she quickly silenced his worries with another precise shot through the temple, exploding more brain matter across the wall.

"Idiots." She grumbled as she held the gun, the barrel still smoking. She wasted little time watching the two dead bodies on the ground though; no doubt someone had heard the shots and would be investigating. Or worse, calling the authorities. She walked over to the bike and tapped a small green button on the side of the seat. The machine grumbled and then began to fold in on itself, pulling apart pieces and packing them in tight against one another. As she watched, it became smaller and smaller and smaller until finally it came to a new form; one of a briefcase.

She grabbed the handle of it with confidence and then, in a surprising move, let her feet leave the ground. She floated above the tops of the alleyway, her eyes continuing to watch the crime scene below.

She held her middle finger to her right ear, speaking into an unseen mic. "This is Crossbones. Situation in New East City. Two cold slabs, gang members by their attitudes. Requesting personal clean up."

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A voice must have answered her for a small smirk came across her lips. "Understood."

Her hand tucked the Jericho into the back of her pants and then came forward, aiming towards the alleyway. Energy began to build in the palm of her hand, swirling pink ki that grew into a baseball sized orb. Then with a slight push, she sent it careening down to the alley below. The dead man's faces were painted in the coral hue before they were swallowed up in the hefty explosion from her attack.

And she just looked on, with that small little smile.

WC: 1848
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<center>| PL: 1,412,486 | Planet: Earth | </center>
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