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Eliminating a Threat

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==Initial Post==

Eliminating a Threat (or I’m Going to Need Bigger Bandages)

((Posted by Sky Netizen on June 30, 2010))

As I made my typical rounds in town I darted over to Lia’s shop to check on her as I often did if the Watchers of Mureaux were not suffocatingly close. Stepping around the corner of her clock tower and into the courtyard I swiftly looked around, half expecting to see Mureaux’s lead guard, Demitri, once again. Yes, I was extremely suspicious of the House and I would continue to keep a close eye on them no matter how much kind reassurance I was given.

Not seeing Lia about, I quickened my pace a bit, remembering how the last time I could not find her she had been knocked unconscious by Blondie. Just thinking of that woman made me grit my teeth. If she ever came around again I had no qualms following through with my threats.

After ascending the first ladder, I opened to door to the sitting area and heard a rustling noise. I looked up and saw a woman shuffling in the desk. It was her…Blondie, as if she had stepped out of my thoughts. My instinct was to simply grab my gun and end the annoyance that stood before me. Yet, my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to know what she sought.

Seeing me, she continued to paw around in the drawer and sneered, “Thought I’d have to wait till morning to see the Red dawn.” She paused, acknowledging me, “Netizen.”

My eyes narrowed on her, “No, you’re lucky, I came early.” I nodded, “Verlaine.” I paused a moment as I watched her continue in her search, unashamed of being caught. Hissing, I said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Blondie looked at me as if I were an ignorant fool and said, “Searching. That is apparent is it not?”

“Yes, that is quite apparent,” I said as I took a slow step towards her before continuing, “I warned you…”

Ignoring my approach she stated, “I do believe Verlia has something of mine. Pity I hoped you would have warned her. She’s too simple minded to be trusted with such information.”

Retorting, I said, “And you’re too simple minded to stay away…” I kept drawing closer to her, hoping to cut her short, forcing her quickly to information. “What are you looking for?”

She hardly glanced at me, placing Lia’s diary back in the desk drawer, her hand reaching into her pocket. “It does not concerns you.”

“But it does. Lia’s business will always be my business,” I replied trying to hide my boiling anger in Blondie’s presence.

She turned to face me, crossing her arms over her chest. “You both are foolish. You do not have the knowledge to process the equation nor the skills to transfer the information into something usable.” She stepped a foot closer to me as she looked down on me despite her height. “You are not fit to handle this information. Give it up.” Stepping back she narrowed her eyes at me. Her pitiful attempt at intimidation was hardly enough to make me leave. When I said nothing of the sort, my hand still firmly resting on my gun, she asked, “Do you really wish to challenge me and my employers? Netizen, you would barely survive.”

“I could not care less about you or your employers,” I snapped.

She sighed and looked down at the desk, “You are truly disappointing. I had thought you to be logical.”

That was it, my patience ran thin and I slammed the drawer shut, looking at her with a burning glare. “Logic has nothing to do with it at this point.”

“Oh, but it does. You do not understand. A sharp mind is more deadly than any weapon,” she said as if she were lecturing.

My control slowly giving way to my anger, I muttered, “Try me.”

Again, she attempted to persuade me to leave, saying, “Leave this, Netizen. Her secrets do not concern you.”

I said quickly, “But she does.” It seemed as though Blondie had a hard time accepting this.

Perhaps attempting to reassure me in some way, Verlaine stated, “As I said, she’ll live.” She glanced at the vial in her hand, assumedly full of poison.

I let out a dark chuckle, “As if I’m going to believe anything you say now.” My hand lifted, poised to knock the vial out of her grasp.

Quickly setting the vial down on the desk she sneered, “If this is what you want then take it. It is of no use to me any longer.”

My rage immediately blinded me as I thought of her being the one who has poisoned Lia. I grabbed my pistol, readying it.

“As I figured you came for a fight,” she stated with no emotion.

Glaring at her, I raised the pistol level with her face, “And you evidently came with a death wish.”

“Violence is not the best tool, but if you wish, I will use it.”

Hissing between my teeth, looking down the barrel of my pistol I said, “I wish you gone, Verlaine. Without what you seek.”

She quickly said, “That is impossible.”

“I told you there would be no mercy this time,” I growled.

“No, they do not tell tales of your mercy,” she said, looking annoyed at my threats.

My eyes glazed over as I allowed the darkness that was growing inside of me to take complete control. I became what I used to be.

With a yell I charged and tackled her, sending both of us crashing into a table breaking it to pieces. Blondie turned as we fell, forcing her knee into my chest to pin me down. As she reached for the gun in my hand I moved my arm back and threw it across the room, saying, “I won’t need that anyway…”

Before I could finish my last word she threw a fist to the side of my head. Surprised at the force of the blow, I tilted my head in pain and blinked, looking at Verlaine’s smug smile. Kicking her off me, I grabbed her by the waist and knocked her straight into the brick wall. She gasped, pain and rage flashing across her face as she kneed me in the stomach, forcing my grasp to break.

Standing up, I saw a glint against metal as Blondie drew her dagger. Deftly I knocked it from her hand, sending it across the floor. She grinned and said, “Well then, a no weapons fight it shall be.”

I stuck her square in the side and with my fist still imbedded against her I snarled, “I don’t need them.”

Verlaine fell back against the nearby ladder and held her side, grunting a moment before she turned and ran quickly up. I followed and once I reached the platform she ran towards me, knocking me into a stone column of the clock tower. My head connected with the rock, causing my vision to briefly blur. Once I could see clearly the only thing I saw was Verlaine’s boot connecting with my ribs, causing a cracking sound. I yelled in pain, grabbed her by the waist and threw her back directly against the rungs of the ascending ladder. Wincing, she only took a brief moment before grabbing my head, knocking it against the stone once more.

Everything throbbed. I felt blood begin to run down my head onto my face. My eyes were once again blurred, and the corners of my field of vision were darkening. Though I knew I could drop at any moment I gave Blondie a withering glare and lunged toward her. She jumped up and stumbled up the ladder, me closely following her. Chasing her up the remaining flights of ladders, I yelled at her cruelly, “Hope you are deathly afraid of heights!”

“Fear is irrational,” she panted and said in an even tone.

Once at the top of the ladder, I stood up on the roof as she backed against the side. I glowered with blood still dripping down my face though I could barely see and I felt my thoughts fading. “You’re trapped now, Verlaine…” I said in my lowest register. She glared and lunged at me, I dodged just in time, allowing her to lose her balance gradually. A dark grin spread across my face as I readied to push her. Coarsely, I asked, “Tell me, Verlaine, is fear still irrational?”

She narrowed her eyes as she began to fall over the ledge and spoke strongly, “Yes.”

With that I shoved her completely off the roof, her glare fixed on me. I watched as her form descended, but never saw it hit the ground…everything had gone black.


*Comment by Scottie Melnik on June 30, 2010 at 8:29pm
Wow! Just wow!

*Comment by Verlia Bilavio on June 30, 2010 at 10:38pm
sips her cocoa and thinks it tastes a little strange today

Maybe Ceejay added a touch more cinnamon to it?

*Comment by Gabriell Anatra on July 1, 2010 at 2:01am
I thought I heard something as I walked past but I just counted it to the night noises of the city. To go through that and then that Slenderman business later in the same day. . Luck was not with you was it?

*Comment by Scottie Melnik on July 1, 2010 at 3:09am
She survived both! How much more luck do you need?

*Comment by Ryne Beck on July 1, 2010 at 4:10am
My dear lady! You are obviously a fearless warrior, but I would beg you please report to the William Wilde hospital directly so we can tend your wounds!

*Comment by Phineas Frakture on July 1, 2010 at 8:41am
darn it! it’s raining blondes and I’m not there to catch one

*Comment by Grace Toussaint on July 1, 2010 at 10:03am
No wonder you were moving a bit slowly last night. I do hope your injuries heal quickly. Miss Lia is lucky to have you on her side.

*Comment by Verlia Bilavio on July 1, 2010 at 11:39am
Sky’s my hero


*Comment by Charlie Quintessa on July 5, 2010 at 5:10am
Major Q – ex regiment boxing champion – thinks we had better start those self defence lessons sooner rather than later.

*Comment by MichaelD Mannonen on July 5, 2010 at 6:27am
At least you gave her something to think about for next time. Yes, I’m afraid she probably survived. Cats and dangerous women (like you) tend to have many lives. A shame you couldn’t have grabbed and held onto a handful of hair as she fell…

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