WHO: Alpha and Kara "Starbuck" Thrace WHEN: April 21st, afternoon WHERE: The roof WHAT: Alpha killed Lee Adama. Starbuck's not too happy about that. I'll add notes to the summary up here if anything happens that the other characters would hear or see if they're in the building. RATING: Probably violence and dirty, dirty language. NOTES: Residents of Floor 16 (that's you, BSG/Normandy crew, among others) will have heard this.
COMPLETE!
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Alpha was having a pretty awesome day.
He had woken up female---and hot. The women in his brain were pretty happy with this one, and the lesbian or two were thrilled about their little roll in the hay with one now-lady-shaped James T. Kirk. And then he'd gone out and killed himself a Lee Adama.
...Or, wait, was that before or after the sex? He couldn't really remember. Whatever. Dead body and stuff.
He let Starbuck find him. Kara was good, she was brilliant, she was tough and would rip any normal person to shreds, but Alpha? He wasn't normal. He was a master at surviving, and Starbuck? Starbuck was no Echo. Alpha wasn't afraid---oh, sure, some of him was, but the rest? The martial arts experts, the master gunmen, the scientists and the doctors who enhanced his base instincts of killing and shredding and cutting, they weren't afraid. Energized by the thrill of hunting and killing and bragging, his adrenaline was high and he was happy, in a sick, genuine way. A serial killer and a psychopath by his actions, his mind was so scattered there was no one classification. The killers felt nothing but joy; all the rest were horrified, they were crying, they were shrieking, their attempts at wresting control and turning Alpha over failed, just as they always did.
When Starbuck found him on the roof, Alpha was standing on the lip of the building, a .45 in one hand and a grin on his now-female mouth, long white-blond hair wispy and messy. There, on the concrete, was Lee Adama---or, more accurately, his body, cut to shreds with a knife. He had died quickly, if he was lucky. Alpha was inhumanly fast, strong and smart; it had taken eight seconds to kill Apollo, though Alpha would swear it was less than that. Either way, he was there, spread eagle as if on display. He wanted Kara to see him. That was the whole point. That was always the point.