Siege Perilous - Part 4 - Bait and Switch
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xp_logsSiege Perilous Day 13 - 'North' is taken captive and brought before Selene. But he has a surprise for her.
TW: blood and character death
Well, the assault was going badly, as expected. The crashing of the gates had gone as hoped, disrupting the ritual as it had begun. North moved quickly though the first line of guards, dropping three with short bursts from his HK as he moved through the room. Jubilee had already drawn off Amanda, and the sniping had pulled both of Selene's other enforcers away from the ritual. The Acolytes stared at him as he closed. He killed the lead, assuming based on the ornate robes that he was the leader.
Selene watched in flustered anger as her carefully laid plans started to crumble around her. Her acolytes seemed paralyzed by the lead's death. Pulling her ornate robe tightly around her body, she gritted her teeth and pointed in North's direction.
"Stop him, you fools," she hissed, motioning to her followers. The ritual could be saved... perhaps. His death would be needed though.
Several of the guards threw themselves at North. He caught the first one right between the eyes, smashing a round clean through his brain and out the back. The second got off several shots before North's burst caught him in the chest. Two bullets ripped through North's left leg and the man went down for a moment, struggling against the pain to get his weapon back up.
Selene kept one eye on the debacle while trying to get some of the situation under control. Her veneer was ready to crack but there was no way she was going to let anyone see that.
Instead she did something she loathed — picking up a discarded weapon and dealing with a situation herself. Without a second thought, she shot, expecting the best.
The bullet ripped through his neck and North went down hard. His head cracked off the slate tiles and a plume of blood splattered around them. He gasped, grabbing the wound as he lost his gun. North was helpless as he lay there, trying to clear his vision.
It was about time something went right. She instantly felt composed and tossed the gun carelessly to the side. He was wounded badly, naturally. Smoothing back her hair, she strode towards him with confident steps, a smile slowly tugging at her lips until she stood over him.
Her hands on her hips, she scanned his body, taking pleasure in the blood spurting everywhere. “Do you hear that?” She asked quietly, ignoring the sounds of chaos around her. “No one is coming. No one even cares. You are nothing and I am everything.”
It was only a matter of seconds before he bled out.
"Selene. I guess I should be honoured." Blood was dribbling out of North's mouth, almost obscuring his words. But underneath, there was something that didn't fit. North's precise lightly German accents accent was too light, too sharp for the deeper voice emerging from the broken man she held up. "I'm not, but I know you think I should be." He gave her a blood rimmed smile, forcing himself painfully up on one elbow.
Selene didn’t pay much attention to his words, focused as she was on trying to salvage the evening. Something he was saying was niggling at her though. It wasn’t the words - dying men were the same as living men: full of misplaced confidence and ego.
It wasn’t worth a second thought. Instead, she glanced around and seeing a discarded knife, she gleefully picked it up. This man wasn’t dying fast enough and maybe if he died, she could quell this unsettling feeling in her body.
The only reaction to the knife was a smile. "That's the kind of thinking I was expecting." Suddenly, it dawned on her. This wasn't North. "The same that automatically assumed I'd be on the other side of a rifle in this fight instead of taking advantage of North's significantly more muscular body to pack in an extra forty pounds of Semtex without it looking suspicious."
He peeled back his right thumbnail to reveal a small contact. "Sorry Jeannie. No other way to kill this bitch." He squeezed it hard and Selene's world went white.
TW: blood and character death
Well, the assault was going badly, as expected. The crashing of the gates had gone as hoped, disrupting the ritual as it had begun. North moved quickly though the first line of guards, dropping three with short bursts from his HK as he moved through the room. Jubilee had already drawn off Amanda, and the sniping had pulled both of Selene's other enforcers away from the ritual. The Acolytes stared at him as he closed. He killed the lead, assuming based on the ornate robes that he was the leader.
Selene watched in flustered anger as her carefully laid plans started to crumble around her. Her acolytes seemed paralyzed by the lead's death. Pulling her ornate robe tightly around her body, she gritted her teeth and pointed in North's direction.
"Stop him, you fools," she hissed, motioning to her followers. The ritual could be saved... perhaps. His death would be needed though.
Several of the guards threw themselves at North. He caught the first one right between the eyes, smashing a round clean through his brain and out the back. The second got off several shots before North's burst caught him in the chest. Two bullets ripped through North's left leg and the man went down for a moment, struggling against the pain to get his weapon back up.
Selene kept one eye on the debacle while trying to get some of the situation under control. Her veneer was ready to crack but there was no way she was going to let anyone see that.
Instead she did something she loathed — picking up a discarded weapon and dealing with a situation herself. Without a second thought, she shot, expecting the best.
The bullet ripped through his neck and North went down hard. His head cracked off the slate tiles and a plume of blood splattered around them. He gasped, grabbing the wound as he lost his gun. North was helpless as he lay there, trying to clear his vision.
It was about time something went right. She instantly felt composed and tossed the gun carelessly to the side. He was wounded badly, naturally. Smoothing back her hair, she strode towards him with confident steps, a smile slowly tugging at her lips until she stood over him.
Her hands on her hips, she scanned his body, taking pleasure in the blood spurting everywhere. “Do you hear that?” She asked quietly, ignoring the sounds of chaos around her. “No one is coming. No one even cares. You are nothing and I am everything.”
It was only a matter of seconds before he bled out.
"Selene. I guess I should be honoured." Blood was dribbling out of North's mouth, almost obscuring his words. But underneath, there was something that didn't fit. North's precise lightly German accents accent was too light, too sharp for the deeper voice emerging from the broken man she held up. "I'm not, but I know you think I should be." He gave her a blood rimmed smile, forcing himself painfully up on one elbow.
Selene didn’t pay much attention to his words, focused as she was on trying to salvage the evening. Something he was saying was niggling at her though. It wasn’t the words - dying men were the same as living men: full of misplaced confidence and ego.
It wasn’t worth a second thought. Instead, she glanced around and seeing a discarded knife, she gleefully picked it up. This man wasn’t dying fast enough and maybe if he died, she could quell this unsettling feeling in her body.
The only reaction to the knife was a smile. "That's the kind of thinking I was expecting." Suddenly, it dawned on her. This wasn't North. "The same that automatically assumed I'd be on the other side of a rifle in this fight instead of taking advantage of North's significantly more muscular body to pack in an extra forty pounds of Semtex without it looking suspicious."
He peeled back his right thumbnail to reveal a small contact. "Sorry Jeannie. No other way to kill this bitch." He squeezed it hard and Selene's world went white.
