| Raven RP; With Asesino's permission | |
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| The Corporation | Mar 27 2010, 12:15 AM Post #1 |
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A prelude, perhaps? The tyres screeched as the van flew along the road at high speed. Raven was still laid in the back, unconscious, jerking back and forth, side to side, as it went. Occasionally he would float a little bit into the air and slammed back down hard when the vehicle hit so much as a little bump. But nothing would wake him, he was out cold. That was, however, until the storm emerged overhead. The thunder crashed and raindrops pounded the roof and side. Only then did Raven's eyes slowly open. At first he still saw nothing but darkness. The rough material grazed his skin, even more so when he reached up an aching arm and yanked it off. 'Where am I?' He groaned, his head pounding, but he received no answer. As the pounding lessened, recollection began to dawn on him like a fresh sunrise. He had been ambushed once again....and now dumped here. He tilted his head in every direction he could but saw nothing. The back of the van was completely devoid of both people and equipment of any sort. It was as good as a mobile prison. He rolled himself over onto his front, his back popping just above the waist as he moved, letting out an almighty groan as he went and another as he pushed himself up onto his knees. He glanced around once more, with a somewhat clearer and slightly more pain-free head, but still saw nothing of note or use. Except for one. With the double doors used as the entrance and exit to the back of the van, Raven was currently facing what he presumed to be the wall that separated the back from the driver's section. He pushed himself the rest of the way up to his feet and immediately flung himself towards it, staggering left and ride as the van continued to race along. Reaching it, he hammered hard and repeatedly with a closed fist. 'I don't know who you are up there,' he shouted at the top of his voice through the divide, 'but when I find out. We are going to get to know each other....very well.' And he wasn't talking about taking them out for a dinner and a movie, a fact clearly evident in his loud and threatening tone of voice. But there was still no response. Raven continued to bash his fist, his breath fast and heavy with anger. The thunder crashed once more outside, as if spurring him on. The back of the van had no windows, so Raven had been unable to see any lightning. 'Are you listening to me? When I get out of here I'm---' Raven didn't get to finish his next threat as whoever was driving slammed of the brakes. The tyres screeched louder and the van shunted, the force throwing Raven forward. He threw his arms up to protect himself, but it wasn't much use his body crashed into the metal divide with an almighty thump. He stumbled backwards, struggling to keep his balance. He outstretched his arms to the side but there was nothing to hold onto. His balance finally gave way and he fell into a seated position. A sharp pain shot up his spine and into the back of his head, further aggravating the pain already there. He remained seated as the van completed it's sudden stop. And then he was straight up and back to the front. He didn't hammer this time, but instead brushed his long hair back and pressed his ear against the cold metal. He heard voice, two of them, both men, but to hear what they were saying was impossible. He heard the opening and slamming of doors. He head the faintest sound of footsteps. He jumped to the right hand side, and pressed his ear to this wall. He heard the footsteps again, clearer now, although still faint through the pounding of rain. Without taking his ear away, he moved along the side, following the sound of the person's movements. Right up until he was at the double doors at the back. He smirked at that moment and crouched down on his haunches just inside he door. He reached into his pocket and pulled at his switchblade, flicking the blade out instantly. It had always been in his pocket but it had been a long time since he held it tightly in his hand. It felt good. Surprisingly good. And even more surprising was how much he had missed it and the anticipatory thrill of what he currently planned to do to those of the other side of the door. Maybe the pills affected that, too, Raven thought to himself. Patiently, he waited. And waited. The lock of the door turned with an audible click. And still he waited, poised in position like a predatory animal; the knife held high within his right hand. But nothing happened. The door had been unlocked but no-one made any attempts to open it. Clever, Raven thought. But what now? He didn't know. He tried to think of something but there wasn't. The only options he had were to stay in here or go out there and deal with whatever is thrown at him as best as possible. The former, though, didn't even seem worth considering. He couldn't stay cooped up like a caged lion at the zoo...not with Showdown just around the corner. He stood up. He listened for a moment, for footsteps, for voices, for anything. if there had been anything, he had long since missed it whilst waiting to set his own ill-fated ambush. Still, best to keep the knife out, he thought, as he crept towards the door. He paused as he reached it, his free hand on the inside handle, and mumbled, 'I guess it's time for the show.' All at once, he threw open the door and jumped straight out. He was immediately greeted by a great flash of lightning which tore the sky asunder, the following crash of thunder, and the rain which drenched him within seconds, producing goosebumps, even under his clothes. But, the one thing he wasn't greeted with was people. He strained his eyes to look through the sheet of rain but there was nobody in sight. 'Enjoy the gift!' A voice sudden shouted, crystal clear this third time and in that moment Raven was positive that he had no idea whom it was. Raven turned in the rain, his drenched clothes felt heavy and his hair was sticking the sides of his face. The voice had come from the van. 'What gift?' Raven asked, spluttering rain-water from his lips as he did so. 'Look down!' A second man shouted, and immediately the rear lights of the van lit up, illuminating the darkness caused by the grey clouds over head and forcing Raven to shield his eyes. The van's engine kicked in and within seconds, the van had set off, quickly becoming nothing but moving lights and then disappearing from view entirely. Raven retracted the knife's blade, but it back into his pocket and did as he was told. He couldn't see anything, not until he crouched down once more, and then he saw what seemed to be photos. What were photos. He picked them up, standing at the same time. But not just any photos, screenshots taken from the video footage of Raven's attack. Raven flicked through them. He couldn't ascertain anything but two figures and then he stopped. The third one was of him laying on the ground with someone sitting on a chair which had been placed over him, compressing his throat. The man in the chair's face was displayed clearly in the picture. Smirking and snarling with vicious intent simultaneously. Raven screwed up the picture. In that moment, everything came flooding back. He hadn't collapsed of the illness, he'd been knocked down. He thought he had dreamt but he hadn't. They were vague memories, disguised as dreams. Raven's breathing grew heavy again. The name of his attacking repeated itself over and over in his mind, spoken with such hate and venom. 'Asesino--' Suddenly, Raven was cut off by a sound eerie at the best of times, but infinitely more so when heard through the darkness, during the pouring rain of a storm, as lightning and thunder rage overhead. 'Ha-HA-Heh-Heh! WeeeEEEEee!’ Raven dropped the photos and turned in all directions, spinning furiously, trying to determine which direction it had emanated from. It couldn't be. But it was, because Raven knew the voice well....very well. He decided it came from the north, and drenched heavy clothes or not, Raven walked briskly....then began to jog....then began to run...then broke into full sprint. The rage building within him all the while. Barely distinguishable stones of various sizes, shapes and colours, emerged from the darkness. Sometimes they passed right passed Raven as he ran, but occasionally they appeared in front of him, causing him to almost lose his footing on the wet grass as he swerved to avoid them, only narrowly making it most of the time. Only when lightning flashed once again overhead, did he realize that the obstructions were headstones. In the ever-decreasing distance he could hear splashing...and a voice. He had no doubt now that it was his voice. Lightning flashed illuminating the way ahead and it was then that Raven saw him. He was dancing wildly, leaping upon the path, his shoes making slapping sounds on the wet stone. Then he stopped, pulled off his hat and looked towards the sky. Raven slowed back down to a slow and steady walk. Water streamed down his face, smudging the paint, merging the black and white into a dirty grey. But Raven didn’t care, his gaze were locked directly upon Asesino, not deviating. Asesino’s rant was clear to his ears now, even through the rain. 'On Earth, as in Heaven, God’s wrath is unavoidable. They say he is a forgiving God.. But he isn’t. He is a selfish God. A greedy God. A Vengeful God.. And.. Moooooom.. Your daughter is a target of his new Inquisition. May God have Mercy on her Soul.. For the Assassin shall not! The ASSASSIN shall NOT! AAAAAAAAAAAAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!' The corners of Raven’s lips pulled up into an intense grin. ‘He isn’t the only one with vengeance in his soul. And it isn’t god’s wrath you should be worried about.’ Raven muttered as he reached the stone path on which Asesino had been dancing. His sodden black boots clomped through the gathering puddles. Raven was a few steps behind Asesino when he must have heard such a sound and began to turn. With the agility Raven is known for, he took the knife from the pocket again and leapt forward. Asesino’s smirk faded, along with all color from his cheeks as Raven bought the handle right between Asesino’s eyes. ‘Remember me?’ Raven muttered as he struck. It was cliché, he knew but it felt natural enough. Dazed, Asesino began to fall, but Raven caught him by the collar of his black suit, holding him slumped in mid-air. Lightning flashed conveniently again and Raven had just enough time to see the surname of Torres before the sky returned to darkness. ‘Have you ever heard the expression, don’t wound what you can’t kill?’ Raven shook Asesino back and forth, making his head rock in a nodding motion. He took that as a yes. ‘If you’re planning to work your way through The Corporation, maybe you should have left me until last!’ Raven swung his arm to the right, letting go of Asesino as he did. Asesino staggered a few steps under the force and dropped down to the ground, first to his knees and then onto all fours, well away from the grave of Juliana and Lizzie’s mother. Raven heard Asesino mutter something but couldn’t make out exactly what. ‘What was that?’ Raven said, standing directly behind him now. ‘I said....No. I made the right choice.’ And with that, Asesino stood and turned, as quick as the lightning which flashed over head. Something flew from his hand and directly towards Raven. It was dirt, Raven realized, as it met it’s mark, sticking to his wet face. It wasn’t enough to do any serious damage but it was enough to catch Raven off-guard enough for Asesino to charge. He threw himself into the air and Raven went down hard as he felt Asesino’s feet drive his knees out from under him. Like a rabid animal, Asesino was straight on top of Raven, almost foaming at the mouth and hammering him with furious rights and lefts. Raven returned them and both men rolled up and down the grass, in and out of random tombstones, cutting and bruising each other repeatedly. Raven then pulled his knees up and forced them against Asesino’s chest, sending him sprawling backwards. Raven stood up with fury in his eyes and thunder crashed like war drums in the sky as Raven took his turn to charge now. Asesino was also up and both men began hammering each other with heavy, closed fists. Asesino suddenly dodged one of Raven’s and went with a kick instead, it’s course directed right between Raven’s legs. Raven caught it and pulled him forward. He caught Asesino’s head and drove his own into Asesino’s, catching him right where the knife’s handle had. Both men backed away dazed, but Raven was first to recover and took Asesino down with a clothesline. He grabbed Asesino by the hair, and began dragging him through the grass, covering his black suit in grass stains and dirt. The drenched clothes weighted Asesino down, but Raven found the strength somehow. He pulled him up fully by the head back as he reached a headstone. It read: Here lies John Woolford. Loving Father, devoted husband B. November 12th 1958 - D. June 4th 2008 The last part disappeared from view as he tossed Asesino against it and then followed up by repeatedly slamming his head against it, throwing him with more force each time. ‘You think you can attack me and I’d just let you walk away?’ Raven screamed, lost to the rage. Asesino managed a maniacal laugh, between his head being mashed against the headstone, as he heard this. ‘Yeah,’ He answered, smirking again. Raven sunk further into anger and began slamming Asesino even harder upon hearing this. So enraged was he that he never heard the groundskeeper coming until he spoke directly behind him. ‘What’s going on here?’ Raven dropped Asesino, put his foot on his throat and turned his head. ‘Nothing of your concern.’ ‘Well, I’m entrusted with the preservation of these grounds, so I think it is my concern.’ ‘No, I think it really isn’t.’ ‘Let that man go,’ he said, ignoring Raven and pointing to Asesino, ‘and get out of here. ‘I can’t do either of those things.’ ‘And why not?’ ‘Because this man wronged me and needs to die, and where better than a cemetery?’ ‘That’s it. I’m calling the cops.’ The man turned to walk away as he said this. ‘Oh, now, that I really can’t let you do.’ Raven unconsciously took his foot of Asesino and went to pursue the groundskeeper when he was stopped in his tracks by a low blow. Raven watched the guard flee back in the direction he came from (shouting ’why do all the weirdoes come here?’) as Raven dropped to his knees, holding his groin in a typical fashion as Asesino dragged himself back to his feet using the headstone for support. Blood glistened on his face in a fresh glare of lightning. Drops trickled down to his lips. He lapped at them with his tongue and grinned. He reached for Raven and began hammering him with knees to the face and elbowing him in the back of the head. His blows were relentless and continued in unison until Raven managed to catch one of the knees and lift Asesino into the air with a groan of exertion. He quickly ran forward and drove Asesino’s back into the tombstone. Raven attempted to follow this up with another quick punch to the face but Asesino quickly ducked even quicker and Raven’s hand met nothing but marble. Raven didn’t scream or even more - his hand had punched enough things in the last few weeks to completely desensitise it to pain - but staggered back nonetheless. Asesino raked Raven’s eyes without a moment’s hesitation and rammed him backwards using his shoulder. Both men flew backwards and eventually slipped on the grass, landing hard. Asesino began stomping furiously on Raven, aiming for his head and neck. It was then that a light came on in the direction, shining through the dullness that had enveloped the day. It was probably the groundskeeper making it home, Raven would think later, but it was enough to distract Asesino for a split second and for Raven to notice a shovel laying beside him. He reached for it, gripped it’s handle and quickly swung it against Asesino’s legs, catching the side of his knee-cap. Raven swung it again, this time catching his back. Asesino staggered to the side as Raven stood up. He stalked behind Asesino, doing nothing for a second, before lifting it above his head, bringing it down on his back again three times. Raven spat on him, his face the epitome of hate and rage. He threw the shovel away and once again dragged Asesino by the hair. He had noticed whilst standing up what the shovel had been for. He stopped suddenly, on the edge of the open grave Asesino and himself had nearly tumbled into when Asesino had speared him. He held Asesino up on his knees. ‘You know what you are, Asesino? Nothing. Nothing but the ultimate example of what happens to people who cross me and that nobody is going to defeat me at Showdown. You're nothing. And I’m going to bury you like nothing. You’re exactly the sort of thing that is wrong with the Sanctioned Violence Organization and I’m going to take great pleasure in removing you from it. And with that, Raven gave Asesino one little push and watched him tumble directly into the open grave. ‘Where you belong,’ Raven shouted, as Asesino landed hard in a large puddle that had gathered at the bottom. Lightning flashed behind Raven as he walked around the edge of the grave, staring down at Asesino, who stared groggily back up at him. It was a sight to match the eeriness of Asesino’s laughter which had earlier pierced the darkness. Raven watched the rain continue to pound down on him, wondering if he loved it now. A ladder rested at one end, to allow diggers in and out, Raven assumed. He grabbed it as the thunder roared and pulled it out, dragging it well out of reach. He walked back to the grave and spat once more into it before picking up the shovel. He shovelled a random piece of dirt and tossed it on top of Asesino. And then a second and then a third. He went for a fourth when a voice spoke out from the darkness. ‘Now, that’s what I call a show.’ Raven turned quickly, the shovel held up defensively. ‘Oh, there’s no need for that. I’m a friend.’ That voice. That voice he did recognize...but at the same time, it was impossible. ‘It can’t be.’ ‘Oh, but it is.’ A silhouette appeared momentarily in the glare of the lightning. The figure was some feet away but Raven recognized it as well as he had the voice. ‘What are you doing here? How are you here?’ ‘The latter question can wait. As for the former, the answer's simple: the same thing I have been trying to do for weeks. Help you!’ Raven stood motionless, as the man continued to walked slowly towards him, and as the thunder once again bellowed in the heavens, intermingled with the groans echoing out of the grave behind Raven. |
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