War (flirtswithwar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-07-09 12:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | pestilence, war |
Screams of the dying, battle cries, and widows of war...
Who: War and Pestilence
When: Late one rainy night
Where: New York City, it starts in a dark alley
It started with a phone call. At least this part of the story. The first part of the story was written badly, at least War thought, as she was not liking where Fate had taken her. Or in her case, God, as He was part of her destiny according to the Good Book that she was written in. And Christians could be so nasty to each other, so hypocritical.
Espeically when they turned their own guns, that they bought from her, on her.
Yes, she was shot, and not just shot but stabbed as well. If it was just a gun going off she might have blamed that New God that annoyed her like a papercut. But no, a double crossing of these damned humans had left her with a shot to the shoulder and a stab to the side. When she had not fallen down screaming in agony the punks had fled, a bit afraid, because suddenly the room had become hot, hot like what they imagined hell would be. The smile on her lips had given them chill, the burn in her eyes promised nothing but pain...
The only pleasure she got from all of this was knowing they had pissed in their pants when they ran.
Sadly, she was wounded, and bleeding all over her new outfit that cost her a pretty penny. Oh yes, they were going to pay.
So she sunk down against the wall, pulled out her cell phone, and dialed someone she could trust not to double cross her to come pick her up. Big brother Pestilence, she got his voicemail. "Hello, darling, it is your favorite sister who needs favor. I need to be picked up at..." and she left an address. "Please try not to make me wait over an hour. I am making a real mess out of this outfit and normally I would not mind but I do bleed red."
It was not the most cheerful of voices but there was no strain of pain in her tone. This hurt, of course it did, but it was more her pride that was wounded than anything else. These boys had actually worked for her. Which meant it was probably a bad idea to go home anytime soon either. At least she would have a killing spree to look forward to.
She sighed, sliding down the brick wall. It was a quiet alley. At least until the rain started. Her eyes curled up towards the sky and she silently cursed it to heaven.