Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140426020515

"These aren't run of the mill." Nox jerked his head down to the body at his feet. She was clad in military grade bullet weave, with high end equipment. Someone was supplying them for something. These weren't things you just bought to have around. They were planning for a war. Against who, though...he didn't know.

"The equipment is high grade. What I'd expect to find on Spec Ops troops, not criminals. Especially not this far north." Nox laid down beside her again, and surveyed the area. And then someone caught his eye. Female, purple hair. One of her eyes was milky white, a brutal scar running through it. Otherwise, she was beautiful. But her face...was...familiar...

''He stood, bathed in blood. The bodies of men and women alike strewn about him like broken toys. The room was painted red, the liquid splattered across the walls. There was only one more of these bastards left to kill...one more, and he could go home...the thought brought a murderous smile to his lips. He looked down at the woman struggling under his boot. His blade slashed down across her face, tearing through her eye and ruining it. Her dark violet hair was splattered with blood. She was one of the ritualists, one of those who carved these marks into his skin. And with glee, the mercenary stabbed down through her lung, and twisted, tearing a hole that blood would poor through. He stepped back, and walked towards the door. ''

''She cried out for him to have some humanity, her voice pained with a slight gurgle as ichor filled her lungs. He kept walking.''

Nox shook himself from his reverie, and snarled audibly. They weren't alive! That wound was fatal! She should be dead! It was an illusion, it had to be. Just coincidence..

A tremor of fear trickled into his heart. He didn't want to go through that...not again....anything but that....his eyes had a slightly scared look to them. Wild, almost like a cornered animal. His breathing picked up, turning erratic.

He was about to have a panic attack.