Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-27332019-20190102054143

Blanc was hurled at Alexander but again he saw this as an inconvenience and simply brushed her aside like some insignificant insect! and carried on. She is bottom priority what he wants is Vorcha vaporized from existence. Nothing else matters.

Alexander was surprised to see Vorcha be given away like this so easily, A sickly smile darts across the Doctors face, He heard his final wish.

"Gladly!" He Roars, He takes aim, But he didn't want him a quick death by some Explosive he switches to White Phosphorus and takes aim to the suspended Director. He took careful aim and when he fired he hit the man square in the chest as the Phosphorus exploded into a white cloud of fire, The smell of hair and skin burning was enough to make a maggot gag.

He felt, Satisfaction and was about to cry and laugh in joy. But quickly his steroid fuelled rage washed over him like the ocean wave, For a moment he thought of himself.

But that moment he remembered...

Many years ago Vorcha and Alexander had a meeting for the first time since he was offered a job by some middleman, Vorcha knew that Alexander was desperate to keep his wife alive and his technical knowledge on Life support. But as time went on Vorcha was all about the returns, And Alexander wasn't making any progress.

Tommrow sir you will be impressed!

''Soon! Im calibrating.''

Tommorow

Tommorow!

Thats when he had enough and discovered how Alexander was using it to keep his wife alive. And where all this mess happened.

He and Vorcha is like...The Hisenburg uncertainty principle, Ironic its a theory in physics rather than chemistry. It says that light behaves like a wave however set up an experiment and light suddenly behaves like a molecule.

It all made sense he made a chilling realization.

No matter how he sliced it...Vorcha and Alexander are not so different are they? One takes advantage of a grieving lover while the other exploits the kindness of a young girl. They both where the light no matter how you look at it.

Even as his aura was sapped by gun fire he turns to see poor Blanc the woman who trusted him and accompanied him to this very mission, He used him for a means to an end. Her body sprawled on the ground like that bleeding like a stuffed pig.

He felt shame, He was out of breathe. He felt...Disgusted at himself.

Also like the Uncertainty princple...He needs to choose how looks at himself like how people debate wheather life is a wave or a molecule.

Is he the Family man, The scientist, The teacher and a resonable man?

Or is he the criminal, The Cleaner, The Doctor?

For a brief moment he felt his mental armor crack.

Quickly he fires smoke around Blanc to confuse the mercenaries, As he runs to the young girl he saw her face becoming blue from the toxins and sees her riddled in bullet holes.

He places his finger over her neck...There was something damn it!