Post by psychomantis on Aug 4, 2011 13:13:25 GMT -5
Screams, bone chilling screams filled the streets on the outskirts of New York. Mixed together with repeating thuds now and then. A guy, his head bleeding, almost blinded from the blood that seeped into his eyes. "Please no!" He screamed, while he stood up. He prepared himself, before making another sprint to the brick wall, his head and chest smashing onto the cold stones.
Several bystanders had huddled up to see what the guy was doing. Gasps and yelps were heard from the crowd, as the sound of breaking bones filled the air. The man coughed a bit, spitting out blood in the process. Someone from the audience tried to speak to him, trying to make it stop. Little did he know his mind was beeing mashed up and beaten to a pulp, and the guy couldn't even hear the man's shouts.
Good, now, just a bit longer and I'll leave you alone
The voice inside his head said. Psycho Mantis stood on top of the builing behind the man, looking down to the spectacle. He would keep his word, since the man would be dead after a good blow or three.
Mantis was just doing his job tonight, killing off a guy that didn't met his expectations in the harsh world that was called the maffia. They payed good money, and this was one of the less exciting jobs he had. But this would be one of his last assignments. FOXHOUND had called him back, and Mantis was happy to accept.
And indeed, after three blows, the man falled down, breathing out his last breath, lying to die in a puddle of his own blood. Mantis had fulfilled his purpose. He turned around, and started to levitate himself to prevent exhaustion from walking.
Suddenly he felt an entitiy close near, one that stood out from the rest....
Several bystanders had huddled up to see what the guy was doing. Gasps and yelps were heard from the crowd, as the sound of breaking bones filled the air. The man coughed a bit, spitting out blood in the process. Someone from the audience tried to speak to him, trying to make it stop. Little did he know his mind was beeing mashed up and beaten to a pulp, and the guy couldn't even hear the man's shouts.
Good, now, just a bit longer and I'll leave you alone
The voice inside his head said. Psycho Mantis stood on top of the builing behind the man, looking down to the spectacle. He would keep his word, since the man would be dead after a good blow or three.
Mantis was just doing his job tonight, killing off a guy that didn't met his expectations in the harsh world that was called the maffia. They payed good money, and this was one of the less exciting jobs he had. But this would be one of his last assignments. FOXHOUND had called him back, and Mantis was happy to accept.
And indeed, after three blows, the man falled down, breathing out his last breath, lying to die in a puddle of his own blood. Mantis had fulfilled his purpose. He turned around, and started to levitate himself to prevent exhaustion from walking.
Suddenly he felt an entitiy close near, one that stood out from the rest....