Red or Dead

[Chaos]

He looks into her eyes and smiles

That is if no one tries to spring the d'amn fool. And we both know with the money he has he could do anything. I mean h'ell he got a nuke. I am not so calm as you. I have a feeling something will go wrong. I am Chaos after all. I spring forth when you least expect it. As is the nature of things uncontainable.

He smiles and grabs her pulling her close to him and sitting her across his lap.

But sometimes i can be gentle. Nothing more than just ripples on the survace of water, While others i am the explosion of a major city.

He kisses her gently running his finger down her cheek.

[Misery]

"Something might go wrong...." I pause not wanting to think about it. I press against him.
"I want them to suffer for all eternity, suffer as they made ofthers suffer.."
I cling more tightly when I say this.

[Will]

((I have Aurons permission))

Auron and Will stay close together and inspect there surroundings. They have their backs to the scientist and the guards. They both move forward, Auron tracing a finger on a gurney, while Will looks at some machinery that is blinking. They both notice that above the gurneys are their name ranks and serial numbers.

What the h'ell?

I agree with Will what is the meaning of this?

[Luna]

"Um.. but... Miss Lady Violet..." Luna utters and rises her arm halfway before the door shuts. Luna stands there for a few minutes.

How could she work with relations? A cold-hearted clone non-feeling assassin? Luna sightly sweatdrops before sighing. "Love and peace stuff... just great.

I ain't made for that kind of work..." Luna turns around and walks down the hall looking for Lada. Luna didn't want to talk to Violet again becasue Luna knew Violet had alot of stuff to do.

*Maybe I'll have to kill some one..* Luna crosses her arms knowing that is highly unlikely.

[Unit 4]

YOU WILL SEE, PROTOTYPES.

i blast them with my phaser and both men fall to the floor.
i set them into tanks of a strange blue liquid. i attach tubes and wires to their bodies

i then begin my work.

[Chaos]

He sees what she is doing. SHe does not want to dwell on the fact that dinari may escape. She wants to be oblivious. OK.

For all of the injustices he has wrought mankind. For all of the species he destroyed so he could have the finest furs and leathers and a sports club in what use to be the amazon. He deserves all of it. For starving innocent people so he could watch in amusement. He really is a despicable b'astard. I hope they work him until he is skin and bones. I hope they mangle his face and leave large pock mark scars from the beatings. He deserves it all. But misery? I wanted it to be us to give him this lesson of life. I wanted you to get to see his face as the realization came that he was never going to leave. I am sorry you will not get to see that."

He leans in and kisses he letting his tongue slid between her lips. He almost gingerly touches her back and runs one hand up her leg. She deserved to see the man suffer. And he could not give it to her.

[Chastity]

When I open my eyes, I am bombarded by sunlight. I am staring up into the sky, lying on my back on the hard ground in the midst of ruined buildings. I remember the circumstances of last night that placed me here, pondering existence, and roll onto my side. I lack the desire to rise from where I have fallen.

I close my eyes and try to drain away thought to drift again to sleep.

God didn't answer me.

When I needed him most and seeked him fervently, He stayed silent. He mocked me from the blinking stars.

Small rocks press into my paler-than-usual cheek as it lies against the ground. I do nothing to brush them aside. I have been brushed aside; brushed aside by life, and now I am nothing more than a dead leaf lying crumpled on the ground.

I wish he would have pulled that trigger last night. Then I would finally know if all I have lived for was truly worth it. I would finally see the end of all my deeds and know if my beliefs were founded.

I wish I could reach up and flip off the sun like a light switch. I feel alone and vulnerable. I feel exposed, as though all of my downfalls are displayed before the world in this harsh, yellow light.

But there is no one here to see. No one lives here but those that feel the same way, and they will not bother me now.

[Lady Violet]

I watch Luna leave my office. She does not seem very enthused with her new assignment. But she did ask to be placed where we need help, and we need help at that new ministry.

I don't let it bother me. I continue to work,

[Misery]

I suck on his tongue and wrap my legs around his waist.
"I want to see him suffer here and now."
I pull my hands through his hair.
"Let's go to the Work Camp and torture him..."

[Chaos]

Chaos smiles at this as he runs his hands down her spine to her A'ss where he gently squeezes.

Yes lets go. And if you want i can record the whole event and play it back for you over and over whenever you want sweetheart

The thought of torturing the a'sshole makes Chaos so arroused he knows she can feel him. He looks into her face and pulls her to him he nibbles on her ear and begins to lick and suck on her neck keeping his hands where they were kneading her ample flesh.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter wanders the city, searching. His head has stopped hurting and he is focused into a single task: finding Chastity.

He had searched most of the city but there were still many places to look before he had searched it all.

His feet lead him into a section of the city where the buildings are mostly ruined, run down and damaged. Such a miserable place.

She had to be here.

[Kai]

Kai kisses Kisa's cheek to say goodbye. Instantly he teleports to Bejing and sees Patrick hiding behind a rock.

"Need some help?" Kai asked.

Kai hovered above him for a few moments, but brought himself down.

[Misery]

The idea of watching Dinari suffer is like political pornography. All I can think of right now is hurting that bastard and having sex to the sounds of his pathetic laments. I pull away from Chaos, hot with the desire to spread suffering to capitalists everywhere.

"Let's go...I know the camp he is at."

[Simona Weil]

I have been in this prison for nearly a week now. I am starting to lose weight. My trial was postponed a few days, though I see no point in it. I know I will be found guilty. I simply wait in my cell for my fate to come. Sophia has been tortured more than me. This hardly seems fair. I close my eyes and try to focus my mind on anotehr place.

[Chastity]

The great orb looks down on me with derision, I lay on the ground, willing life to drain out of me. I stick my hand in my pocket and pull out the small beads that my life has been strung on. I stare at them, remembering how fondly I have clung to them with my prayers and hopes.

My fist tightens around them, as I close my eyes tightly and whisper or scream, I cannot tell the difference anymore.

"Hear my prayer, O Lord, And let my cry come to You. Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; Incline Your ear to me; In the day that I call, answer me speedily.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth. My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread. Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin. I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.

I lie awake, and am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.

...

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping, because of Your indignation and Your wrath;

For you have lifted me up and cast me away. My days are like a shadow that lengthens, and I wither away like grass..."

My words and memory fail me as I fling the rosary away from me like the old Psalm. It clinks dully against the pavement further down the way. It is nothing more than a trinket.

Did God ever hear my prayers?#nosmileys