Post by nyx on Dec 16, 2010 20:52:00 GMT -4
Things broke; glass, hearts, bones. But the thing that Nyx had never been expecting to break growing up was her sanity. She’d been a precocious student during school and never failed to strike a nerve with her teachers when she questioned the materials and opened up for heated debates. Yet being a teenager was never easy on anyone. Let alone someone with a life as rough as Nyx’s. It was no surprise the day she came crashing down; the last straw. Then again, it built her up. She refused to be stepped on by anyone, and the confidence she had in herself was overwhelming. Even now so as she stood before a knife-toting woman; pistol pointed in her face. Aimed directly between her eyes. Now the thing she wanted to break was this woman’s will to live, she wanted to watch her crack, crumble, and cave in. To see the tears streak her face as she realized she might not get to see the morning’s light ever again. The mere thought sent tickles of pleasure up Nyx’s spine, making a grin grow wider on her face.
Slade spoke directing his insults towards Nyx as he tried to piss her off, what, did he want her to shoot him in the face as well? What a funny thought. This time, she’d twitch. Aim the bullet off an inch lower than the target above his head. Whoops. All bark and no bite? If anyone should know about her bite by now, it’d be him. She’d have to re-teach him what she was all about after they got out of this shit hole. She watched as Slade encircled his prey, desperate in getting the first taste. It was like they were wolves, whoever got it first was the dominant one. Nyx wasn’t about to be runner-up. A sneer moved to her face and she motioned with her head towards Slade as he slammed the walking stick down once more, and lifted it. His weathered hands twirled it before he set up like a batter. Ready to swing and hit the ball out of the park. He pulled it back, and extended his arms. Obviously the girl had either seen Nyx make the obvious jesture to look towards Slade; or saw him on her own because as soon as Nyx was sure the board would make contact with the woman’s skull; she fell down.
Her body hit the ground but not before pulling out both of her firearms and aiming them at each of them. A sniper? Pointing a sniper at her face was something that wasn’t very smart considering their shitty accuracy up close... Nyx smiled, nearly laughed out loud as she tried to remain poised while her body was heavy on the floor - pistol in Slade’s direction. As if that would stop him. Nyx knew she could win. As soon as her face turned towards Slade she could have pulled the trigger. Sending a bullet careening into her skull. The stage would clear and the curtains would close. Lights out, Emily. But she didn’t want to. Where was the fun in ending someone’s life without watching them crawl for the exit, both legs broken.
The thought, just like the others nearly made her giggle in a macabre sense of humor; but she withheld. Instead of killing her as her eyes flicked to Slade to check that he hadn’t moved closer - Nyx; with her petite quickness backed up silently. The shadows of the curtain made her invisible as she moved away from where she would’ve been had she just backed up. She moved over - aligned with Slade. She would never guess that in the darkness she’d have moved over in that direction.
Nyx was silent, her feet well accustomed to making no noise as she often slunk up on people. Adding to the frightening factor of her homicides. Thinking twice, she moved back over; she made a thick ‘tsk tsk’ noise with her tongue, shaking her head though the darkness cloaked her movements from being seen. "Don’t mind that buffoon, he thinks he’s a tough guy; when really he‘s a sap." Nyx’s voice lingered from the darkness. There was no pinpointing it’s exact location - but still she slid to the ground, crawling hands and feet over towards the curtain and staying there - seated cross legged in the most inconspicuous of places. Now, she waited. Her eyes watching them as she could see them perfectly - but she knew they couldn’t see her. She kept her pistol out, pointing it at the girl. If need be, she’d shoot.