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Post by Amayasama on Oct 12, 2009 15:40:56 GMT -5
xD haha it's okay Ronnie I love this story~ x3
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 12, 2009 22:05:05 GMT -5
@amaya: Aww...Thank you X3 ~<3~
((and since I'm probably not going to be on til late tomorrow I'll pump out another short post today X3...I'm on a roll lol xD))
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 12, 2009 22:11:24 GMT -5
“Are there really that many?” Blayn looked around at the surrounding buildings before offering Mimi his hand again….but giving her the option to walk if she wanted.
“We’d better get started…It’s already almost 5am…” He looked at the faint light on the horizon. “I’m fuckin tired…” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Oooh yeah…that and More,” said Mimi as she climbed onto Blayn’s hand temporarily forgetting about how irritated she was with him… “We make the first left and the just keep going for a little bit and we’re there…actually…You can probably even see it from here….” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Yeah...I think we can..." Blayn confirmed as he carefully stood up and looked at a row of large storage buildings several blocks away. As they carefully, and quietly made their way towards the warehouses, the Torkon gave his cousin a concerned look..."You holdin in there, Izaak?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak , in an almost zombie-like tone, simply responded, “No…” “Oh Izaak,” piped Mimi, “Everything’s going to be ok…The guy obviously had beef with you … Not Moira… So she’s probably fine… I hope“
“Thanks, Mimi, “started Izaak sarcastically, “I feel tons better now…”
“Meehh… Boy, if it weren’t for this predicament I’d smack you!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blayn raised an eyebrow and held Mimi out in front of Izaak's face, "Go ahead..." -__- "I think he needs it." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi smirked as she gave the boy a swift slap only it wasn't Izaak who said "OW! Dammit!"
Mimi sighed as she nursed her hand, "Maybe that wasn't the best of ideas..."
"Let's get going guys! We don't have all day," said Izaak …in an almost cold tone..
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 13, 2009 14:31:07 GMT -5
"We know, Izaak." Blayn practically snapped back, kneeling and gently setting Mimi down beside the first warehouse..."How are we supposed to do this? Mimi can't go in by herself...too dangerous...and we can't exactly go around tearing apart buildings..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“We can’t exactly go around tearing about buildings?”
This stopped Izaak in his tracks for he had his hands on the roof of the structure. “What do you mean we can’t! They have Moira, Blayn! I can’t let steel, cement, and tartar get in the way!”
“Izaak!,” cried Mimi, “Think of your father….You have a reputation – or at least a smidgen of one left – to keep….Think with your brain…Not your heart… for once….I’ll be fine…I’ll just go in…” She stated as she started heading towards the entrance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Wait..." Blayn placed a hand in front of the door. He couldn't explain it...but he felt protective of Mimi...he didn't want her to go in alone and be in danger..."Are you sure that's a good idea?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mimi sighed…though a little confused… Does he actually care what happens to me?, she wondered. He surely didn’t act that way a couple days ago!
“Is it a good idea? No…But it’s necessary….How else are we going to do it…”
“Just let her through, Blayn,” Izaak said hurriedly, “Mimi’s loud, we’ll hear her if something goes wrong...
“Thank you, Izaak (-_-),” spoke Mimi dryly.
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 14, 2009 13:16:30 GMT -5
"Okay okay, FINE!" Blayn scowled and lifted his hand to let Mimi pass..."Just scream or shout if there are any problems..." He sighed. "And try to hurry..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Alright,” she said softly as she swiftly entered the building…Only to come out 10 or so minutes later. “Mehh….There was nothing there but crap, crap, and more crap!”
“Dammit!,” cried/sighed Izaak as he ran both through his hands through his blonde and black spiky hair, “What are we going to do next…There has to be some sort of lead…that we’re just not getting..”
Mimi merely shrugged in response. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"But what?" Blayn pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking..."there weren't any other clues. Yet he obviously wants Izaak to find him...why would he take Moira and then leave you when neither of you know where he is?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak buried his face into his hands and moaned, “Fuck Fuck Fuck! Moira is probably dead somewhere and it’s all my fault!!!”
Mimi, however, was deep in thought. “Heh..The clues probably something obvious right under our noses…but What? Wait! You know..if I recall..There’s a Fargo’s right by the bay….”
Izaak paused and looked up,”What!? What idiot would –Let’s go!” with that Izaak started all but running back towards the bay.
“Izaak! Be careful!,” cried Mimi. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Aw, fuck...he's gonna get himself killed." Blayn growled and scooped up Mimi, holding her in his cupped palm and running after Izaak. "Sorry, Mimi..." He muttered, holding her close to his chest. Izaak was in such a frenzy right now that he was bound to get his ass into trouble if Blayn wasn't there to help him out... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“More like get someone else killed,” Mimi started when she was suddenly lifted from the ground and held close to a wall of fabric and flesh. “Hey!,” she yelped in surprise..blushing from embarrassment about being man-handled – quite literally – so easily. I guess this is better than being abandoned at Harlem, she thought with a sigh. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trembles sounded throughout the warehouse and the bay area as Thorne looked up in surprise at first before a devilish and almost psychotic smile crossed her face. “He’s here,” she purred.
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Post by pr on Oct 14, 2009 15:26:01 GMT -5
((uh oh....I think a storms 'acoming good update!))
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 14, 2009 15:40:49 GMT -5
((O.O Oh my god...x.x Darn you cliff hangers! >w< ))
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 14, 2009 15:46:54 GMT -5
((LOL...Thanks for reading guys...and yes Hurricane Izaak is approaching fast XD....and yup yup..I loves me a good cliffhanger >D....as long as I'm not on the receiving end >___>;;;....))
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 16, 2009 17:26:38 GMT -5
Moira paled in horror...watching the look on the woman's face... “Oh God….Izaak…he came.” She whimpered. She didn’t want this to happen…Izaak would die because of her…”Oh Lord….” She wanted to scream at him to go away…but she didn’t want him to know where she was…if he couldn’t find her…they wouldn’t be able to kill him so easily…
So she kept silent. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien grinned…his eyes flashing with anticipation…”Wonderful.” He purred. “Is everything ready?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak reached to the bay and stormed over to a warehouse that had the words “Fargo’s Bargain Warehouse” on it only for his eyes to widen as he had a flashback. Oh God, this is the same warehouse that I professed my love at! THE BASTARDS!!!!. He let out a low pitched growl and stomped his foot down just to make sure the turds knew his presence was there. “Come out, you bastards! I know you there,” he roared, “Give me my Moira back now and maybe I’ll spare you lives. Come out before I tear this fucking building apart!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thorne gave a maniacal laugh. “Ahahaha… You heard what the boy said,” she paused as she loaded her gun, “Time to come out and plaaayyyy.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira yelped as the earth shaking tremors knocked over several piled of crates and sent her sprawling out on the floor, her bound wrists making it so she couldn’t even catch herself as he already bruised and swollen face made contact with the cold cement. She whimpered and drew a deep breath before screaming her lungs out, “IZAAK!!! IZAAK! NO!!! DON’T TRY TEH BE A HERO, THEY’RE GOIN TEH KILL YOO!!! PLEASE!!!” She sobbed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Silence, bitch!!” Damien snarled and kicked her in the side, satisfied to feel part of her ribcage collapse under the force of his boot. And when she screamed in pain his smile only widened…”That’s right…scream…scream so he can hear you.” He drew his foot back and kicked her again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak’s eyes widened as he heard what seemed to be a female’s voice shouting…and he could have sworn he heard his name…That was before an ear-piercing scream of agony rang out. Fearing the worst,Izaak cried out, “M-MOIRA!!” before he felt his vision almost start to fade as anger began to consume him. With a roar, he grabbed the roof of the warehouse and tore it off in one swift motion. “YOU BASTARDS BETTER HAVE NOT HURT HER!!!” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thorne smiled as the light of the morning sun beamed through the now open roof. She looked up at the looming Torkon and grinned. “Let the games begin,” she purred.
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 16, 2009 18:13:14 GMT -5
((O.O ...D: Noes Izaak! He's going to get hurt!))
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Post by masquerade on Oct 18, 2009 3:15:55 GMT -5
((u made me angry again D:< if u want to know why i was angry, all you have to do is watch the movie 'orphan'))
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Post by LightHeart on Oct 18, 2009 9:11:01 GMT -5
(( *jumps in suddenly, kills Thorne and Damien and saves Moira* Yes. I am that awesome. x3
J/k but I will do that if they hurt Izaak.))
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 18, 2009 13:41:33 GMT -5
Moira reeled in pain, blood seeping from the already dark bruises on her sides and her face…”Izaak!” She cried out as the roof was torn from there warehouse as though it were only made of cheap plastic.
The Torken looked absolutely terrifying…had she not been the one he was rescuing, she was pretty sure she would have fainted or pissed herself right then and there…
“Goddamn it, Izaak! I said don’t come!” She screamed, “They’re going to kill you!” She looked over at Thorne and Damien before looking up at her love with pleading eyes. “Please! Leave now!!”
The nerve jolting sound of a gun being fired filled the air and Moira felt her entire left leg go ice cold, before a searing wave of fiery pain tore up her thigh. She shrieked in pain and looked down to see red blossoming across her blue checkered sleep pants. Damien sneered and she looked up to see him raise the gun towards her head…
Oh god…I’m not ready to die…
Damien gave Moira a cold look before looking upwards to see what the Torkon’s face would look like the moment he would pull the trigger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak’s look changed from absolute rage to absolutely terrified/horrified as a male human shot his love in the leg and then raised it towards her head. “OH GOD! NOOO!,” he cried as he reached forward..Though he knew it was only in vain ..There was no way he could reach him in time!
However, suddenly a gunshot rang throughout the warehouse…And it did not come from the dark-haired blue-eyed Russian… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damien howled in pain, dropping the gun to clutch his right arm. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" He roared and spun around to see the goth girl holding a gun and a second dark-haired Torkon towering over the building, a rather bruised and battered looking Baird clutched in his fist.
"You BITCH!" The Russian growled and stooped to retrieve his gun with his good arm... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Damn straight,” said Mimi coldly as she stared at the man with pure hate. “That’s for the punch in the face, you fuck-faced bastard!” Oh God, she thought shaking, I can’t seem to pull the trigger again..I just can’t go through killing a person…Am I seriously going to die like this?…Oh God…
However, her thoughts were interrupted by a giant hand swooping in and roughly grabbing the dark-haired man. The hand belonged to none other than Izaak…A very pissed Izaak.
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 18, 2009 17:32:25 GMT -5
((O.o ...He's dead...XD; Bye bye Damien...))
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Post by masquerade on Oct 19, 2009 1:50:01 GMT -5
*celebrates* yay!!! he's dead!!! XDDDDD
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 19, 2009 11:40:16 GMT -5
Damien let out an involuntary cry as the massive fingers roughly wrapped themselves around his body and he found himself being yanked into the air...his gun being knocked from his hand in the process to clatter on the floor far below. "FUCK!" He snarled and looked up at the Torkon's huge, looming face. Dammit, I will not die like this...not after all that I've gone through! Not after all that I've lost!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak’s face twisted from one of triumphant relief to one of pure psychotic-ness and anger. “Hehehehe…. There’s so many ways I can end your pathetic and despicable life, but which one should I use… Hmmm,” pondered Izaak as he placed a finger on his chin in mock-thought. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thorne, despite the situation was surprisingly calm. She had avoided being noticed and to be honest, she never gave a damn about Damien or his purpose. All she cared about was killing Torkons…One by One…And with that she approached out of shadows and raised her gun.
“Izaak! Watch out!,” cried Mimi knowing fully well that the rifle was not filled with regular bullets. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak looked just in time to see Thorne’s hand press on the trigger.
It all happened to fast..One minute a red-haired woman was shooting at him the next moment he was on the ground…but not from being shot… Instead, from being shoved aside.
“DAD!”
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Post by giantblackcat on Oct 19, 2009 15:52:29 GMT -5
O.O!!!!
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 19, 2009 16:03:06 GMT -5
(( DDD: ))
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Post by Amayasama on Oct 19, 2009 16:55:33 GMT -5
(( DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: NOOOOOOO! Don't let the daddy die!! Have a bullet proof vest on or somethinnnn! ;^;
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Post by Ronnie on Oct 20, 2009 11:56:25 GMT -5
For the next five seconds, everything seemed to slow down to a near stand still pace for Moira...her entire being screamed at Izaak...she could see Thorne stepping out from behind the crates...she watched her take aim...and then all was a blue...and entirely new figure rushed in, slamming Izaak to the ground and taking the bullet in the chest...
It was Mr. Kaelin!
"OH God!! NOOOOOO!!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The entire world seemed to blur together for an instant in Damien's eyes...his head reeled, bloodloss making him unstable...and the grip around him tightened as the Torken was shoved to the pavement...his vision threatening to give in to darkness ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“DAD! OH GOD!,” cried Izaak as he carelessly put Damien back on the ground and rushed over to his stumbling father whom he caught before he fell backwards.
“Ughhh,” moaned the Ambassador, “Son? Wh-what’s going on?”
“Oh Dad,” started Izaak tears welling up, “It was horrible they had Moira..They were going to kill her.” He paused to change subjects, “Oh Dad…Why did you that!? I should have taken the bullet….the poison.. Not you…Oh God…”
The Ambassador merely snorted, “And let my only kid die…Hardly…Son…Promise Me…Don’t let a war come from this…”
“Dad….,” started Izaak before he noticed his father’s eyes has closed…He had already fallen into the coma that he would never come out of..That he couldn’t come out of….Izaak merely clung onto his father… Not even taking into account the gun that killed his father was no focused in him..yet again.
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