Personal Justice [Mission]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive It was just another Sunday evening, and the young blonde found himself making his way towards his favourite bar, located near the docks of the Kingdom. It had been a rather uneventful day, and Cain hoped that at least the bar would have something interesting to offer him. Something to spark up the mundane Sunday. His leather boots made soft taps against the tiled floor, the cigarette wedged in between his lips leaving a trail of smoke in his wake. He was clad in his everyday attire. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. A black wife-beater was worn under his black leather jacket, the golden shoulder pauldrons making its presence known as it reflected the evening Sun’s rays off its surface. A pair of cream coloured pants completed the attire, held in place by a black leather belt with a silver fist-sized buckle. Really, it was the attire that Cain was often seen in. Nothing special about him today, and nothing out of the ordinary that made him stand out from his fellow Lvneel citizens. Except the blade that hid within its sheathe by his side, of course. The sheathe itself was a full-bodied sheathe, with an extra cap, fastened onto the main body by two strips of leather on each side, that covered up the bladed hilt. After all, for a blade like Harpe, the sheathe itself had to be just as exotic, right? He brought his right hand up, pinching the cigarette in between his index and middle finger, as he pulled it off his lips. And from there, he allowed himself to breathe out the drag of smoke he had inhaled. He watched subconsciously as the smoke danced and twirled in the air before him until they were out of plain sight. Ah, nothing to help ease your nerves than a nicotine stick. Cain chuckled at that thought, as he turned into the road, the bar now just a number of blocks before him. And it was then that he noticed the crowd of people standing between him and his destination. He stopped in his tracks, staring and blinking at the crowd’s direction. What was this about? you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Cain flicked his cigarette to the side, the almost finished stick’s flame dying out upon impact. The blonde then proceeded to pace forward, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Through the heads of the other citizens, he spotted a familiar blue hat. A Marine. Now, this just made everything a whole lot more interesting. He stepped forward, placing his hand on the first person he could reach. And giving a soft tap, he gestured that he was passing through. And though the man gave no clear acknowledgement, Cain moved past him anyway. And he did so with the other people that blocked his way, until finally, he stood directly behind a woman who stood at the inner edge of the crowd. And Cain allowed his blue eyes to pay witness to the scene. There, in the center of the circle, was a white cloth that seemed to be covering a body. Beyond its edges were small hints of a pool of blood, and the white cloth itself was stained red at some parts, especially the center. A murder? Cain’s gaze would then move towards the Marines. While four of them stood in a circle to prevent the citizens from interfering with the investigation, another pair proceeded to inspect the body, or at least, its surroundings. Cain’s curiousity was getting the better of him now. And he knew better than to ask a Marine what had happened here. They would not tell him right off the bat, of course. And so, the pirate turned towards the surrounding crowd. If anything, the nature of these people, who simply loved to gossip, could give him a hint or two. And that was when Cain heard a couple somewhere behind him speak up, asking the question he wanted to ask. ”What happened here?” “I don’t know. Someone murdered Mr. Gilligan on his way home, apparently. Stabbed him when he left the bar last night.” “That’s unfortunate...” “I know. Bless his soul, he was a good Marine during his time.” Cain’s eyes widened. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive The images came into his head with flashes. The heavy rain. The body in the center covered in a white cloth. The crimson trails in the water as it poured over the ground. The Marines that surrounded him without saying a sound. And his own tears, as they fell upon his uncle’s lifeless body. One by one, the images flashed into his head like a recorder, forcing him to relive that dark memory. The day his uncle was murdered by an unknown assailant, the culprit himself yet to be apprehended. He had been going home after visiting the pub for a drink with an old friend, and apparently, he had been attacked on his way home. Stabbed in the chest. It was a surprising death for the man who was a retired Marine, and one of the greatest swordsman Cain knew, but it was what had happened. He blinked, snapping back into consciousness as he stared upon the corpse. Usually, Cain wouldn't care about the common man, and simply choose to watch out for his own. After all, he knew not Mr. Gilligan. At least, not personally. His life was of no value to him. Something else was. His honor. The honor of Marines. The honor of retired Marines. Like his uncle, this man was murdered in such a despicable way, deprived of the glorious death they should have deserved. Cain furrowed his eyebrows, his right fist clenching in anger. He glanced around. He may have failed to find his uncle's murderer, but he was not going to make the same mistake twice. His blue eyes took in every expression within the crowd, as he hoped to find something he could only hope for. Some were crying. Others looked despaired. A number were confused. And one looked rather focused. Cain's head stopped in its movement, his gaze focusing on the man. He looked middle-aged, rough. Brown hair with a small stubble, clad in a red shirt and a pair of black pants. Cain felt his gut tighten. Who was this man? you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Cain allowed himself to take a few steps back, turning slightly in order to give himself a better position so as to move through the crowd. And out through the hole from whence he came in he went, as he took his position, waiting there, his blue eyes fixated on the suspicious male. Unlike the others, he seemed to be sweating rather profusely, as if hesitant. Cain's left hand would subconsciously come upon the hilt of Harpe, an instinctive check to ensure that he actually still had his weapon. And then, the man began to move, making his own way out of the crowd in the opposite direction from where Cain was. It was time for him to move, then. Giving it a three second pause, Cain would then begin to circle around the crowd, his left hand sliding from Harpe's hilt and into the front pocket of his leather jacket. His right hand followed the act, the blonde looking as casual as he could, as he placed the target in his peripherals and started to follow him. He seemed to be in quite a rush, which only made it all the harder for Cain. He had to stay hidden, stay discreet, lest he blow his cover. He knew he could pretty much just force the answer out of the man, but who was to say that he actually knew something? All Cain had going for him was his gut feelings. He needed more. He needed information. The man would come upon a cross roads, then, and glance behind. Cain lowered his head, looking at his jacket, his right hand sliding out of his pocket as he reached in. Pulling out his cigarette pack, slowly, he used it as an opportunity to bring his eyes up. And just in time too, for he barely caught a shadow of a glimpse of the man turning into the road to his right. Cain redirected his route, allowing himself to move sidewards, his right shoulder almost brushing against the wall. And as he came into the corner, with a cigarette now edged in between his lips, he peered through the corner. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive It only took a second for Cain to pick out the man from the small crowd that traversed through the road. Whatever the case, it seemed that he had already reached his destination, for the man was holding the door handle of what seemed to be a small-time inn. Cain raised an eyebrow, his head turning towards the direction of the docks. Was the man a traveler, perhaps? Or even a pirate? The latter would seem to make more sense, if he really was the culprit. A grudge towards one Marine sometimes ended up becoming a grudge to all Marines, active or not. Cain turned back, looking through the corner and noticing the door closing. So, he had entered. Well, time to continue this little initiated investigation. Pushing himself off the wall, Cain proceeded to make his way down towards the aforementioned hotel, a hand reaching into his jacket once again to pull out a silver-bodied lighter. Flicking the flame to life, he lit up the cancer stick he held within his lips, taking in the lethal drag. Pocketing his lighter upon completing the deed, he pinched the cigarette between his right index and middle finger. Ah, nicotine. Sweet poison indeed, especially in such stressful times. Cain moved closer to the inn, and with a quick glance around, he ensured that there was none who had special attention being placed upon him, before he quickly sneaked into the alley beside the inn. Taking in another drag off his cigarette, Cain glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was none following him, before he moved to the nearest window. Peering through it, he saw nothing but the lobby. Staying hidden, he allowed his eyes to scan the room. No sign of him. Cain clicked his tongue in frustration. Where did he disappear to? you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Thinking this window to be a lost cause, Cain turned around. Taking one more drag off his cigarette, he pulled it off his lips and gazed upon it. It was not even halfway done. Ah, hell, the sacrifices he made sometimes. It baffled him. He stubbed the cigarette onto the wall, and flicked it behind him, before proceeding to walk out of the alley. Looking in through windows was not only difficult, especially with the upper floors, but it would be way too obvious. And voices did not carry through windows as easily as they did through doors. With that in mind, Cain moved to the entrance to the inn and pushed it open. Pacing in, he made a quick look around the lobby. There were a few people sitting at the provided chairs, but none of them was the man Cain was looking for. He glanced towards the reception table, as the woman who sat there looked up at him. Casually, Cain walked past her, giving a soft nod of his head and a warm smile. "Looking for a room, sir?" "Ah, no need. My friend already got us a room. I'll just head on there." "Ah, I see. Well, thank you for using our services, then, sir." The woman replied rather politely, and Cain merely smiled, before carrying on his path, entering the corridor that led towards the rooms. At that moment, he slowed his pace. He glanced over his shoulder, towards the receptionist. And as soon as she looked busy looking through some papers, Cain moved to the nearest door to him. He lowered his head, focusing his ears to hear for voices. Not a single one could be heard. He frowned, before moving onto the next door. Nothing once again. The third door he checked did yield some voices, but Cain felt somewhat regretful he had actually did. The voices were far from sinister. In fact, it was rather... Sultry. Giggles and soft moans, and requests for the removal of clothing. Yeah, definitely not the room Cain was looking for. With an awkward glance towards the door, Cain moved onto the fourth. A kid's voice, talking to his parents about what he wanted as a souvenir. Nope, not this room either. Where the hell was this dude? Cain glanced up, staring at the stairs. Upper floor, then? With a side jerk of his head and a shrug, Cain made his way up the stairs. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive The first room that Cain came across in the 2nd floor did carry some voices, but it was rather merry. And from the way they talked, they were indeed pirates. Talking about treasure. Taking over the kingdom. Marines. From the sound of it, however, they seemed rather out of it. Drunk, maybe. It was pretty late in the evening, and he wondered if they were just boasting. He glanced up at the door, noting the door number. 2A. He was not going to go by some risky chance and believe them to be the killers just cause they were talking like pirates. There were still 3 more rooms to check, and Cain still had time. With that said, he moved onto the second door. And it was when his curiousity was pulled away immediately. There was a soft stutter. Cain's eyes would slightly widen, as he stared towards the door of room 2B. And then, softly, he rested his shoulder, and the side of his head, upon the wall beside the door. He took a deep breathe, softening the noise he made as he focused in on the voice, making what he could out of it. "--get out of here. The Marines are gonna be looking for us." "Relax, Clyde. They don't know who we are. Our names aren't even in noticable bounties yet. We won't be the first suspects, as long as we play it cool." "But Graven, someone might have seen us last night..." Cain's eyes widened. Was this the room? He took another deep breathe, his right hand coming down to grab Harpe's hilt. The only reason he had been allowed to carry it around was due to its sheathe. From the way it looked, it simply looked like some elongated duffel bag, strapped onto his waist. Well, anyone smart enough would figure it to be a weapon, but rarely did anyone step up to ask if it was. Back to the matter at hand, though, Cain continued to listen in. "Look, no one was there, alright? That old geezer was alone. Besides, he had it coming, going on and on about his Marine days." Bingo. Cain took a deep breathe. This was it. Pulling himself off the wall, he reached forward, knocking on the door. The stutter would go silent, as Cain readied himself. And then came a voice. "Who's there?" The tone was stern, and firm. It was evident then that it was the man named Graven. "Room service. Sorry, but I was called up here. Was told you needed some new sheets." "No, we don't. Go away." "I can't, sir. Its standard protocol. I gotta change the sheets." "I said--" And Cain heard footsteps coming towards the door. He glanced down, staring at the door knob, as it fidgeted. The sound of the door unlocking reached his ears, and it swung open, Cain looking up at an unfamiliar man. "--go away." you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Cain didn't even reply. He just stepped forward with his right foot, before kicking the door open with his left foot. The action caused the door to smash into the man's right shoulder, throwing him back into a stagger. Not wasting any time, Cain pushed forward as soon as his left leg found the ground, his right hand reeled back. Graven would regain his composure, glancing back up at Cain with an enraged expression on his face, but not for too long. Cain's right fist would come across the side of his face, throwing him into the side, and face first into the wall. Cain glanced up, then, noticing two more males within the room. A clear disadvantage. Cain smirked. This was exciting. He stepped over Graven, coming upon another male as the larger man brought a right hook down towards Cain's face. The blonde moved quickly, stepping back with his left foot and leaning onto it, while tilting his body leftwards, allowing the first to barely miss his nose and streak through the air to Cain's right. The pirate moved fast, stepping forward then with his right leg and snapping his right hand upwards, smashing it into the man's left armpit. The impact sent a shock down his arm, causing him to hop slightly into the air, a reflexive attempt to try and cushion the impact. But Cain was far from done. Twisting his body rightwards, he allowed his left hand to throw a hook of its own, soaring over the man's right shoulder and into the his right temple. His head would jerk to the side, saliva splattering out of his mouth. But the man's muscles would prevail, and his head would snap back into position, facing Cain. That right arm would swing outwards, the forearm shoving against Cain's chest as the blonde was thrown back. Cain's eyes widened as he swatted his arms around, fortunate enough to get a grip upon the door. Cain glanced up, as the large muscled man recovered from the small tussle, while the other behind him proceeded to brandish his weapon. A sword. Well, that wasn't fair, now, was it? you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Closing the door behind him, he watched as the muscled man started to close in on him, stepping over Graven, who was then too dazed to get back up on his feet. Well, this was starting to get a little fiesty. Time to throw in a little bit of his flavour, lest he get overshadowed by the pair. The swordsman, whom Cain recognised now to be Clyde, the man that he had tailed, stood behind his companion, holding his curved blade within his hand. First thing's first, this large dude. Cain could handle the swordsman later on. Cain stepped forward, and again, closing the distance between them as he raised his arms, ready to defend himself. His uncle had taught him in most aspects of combat, and one that he emphasised on was unarmed combat. One could, after all, lose a sword, and when a swordsman was unarmed, they were often less effective. Cain was a special case, as his uncle turned him to be. The muscled man threw a jab forward, aimed at Cain's kisser. It was never gonna really find its target. Cain stepped forward with his left leg, before bobbing downwards, allowing the fist to soar past over his lowered back. And then, from his semi-crouched position, Cain would snap his right fist forward. A straight jab, finding the muscled man's gut. The man grunted, stepping back a bit from the impact. And that was all Cain needed to capitalize. He stepped forward with both legs, pushing himself into the man's arm-range, before snapping an upward hook into the same spot. Reeling his right fist back, he increased the arc then, as he brought the fist into the underside of the man's chin. His head jerked backwards, his feet slightly lifting off the ground. And once it did, the man was too disgruntled to stay standing and fell upon the ground. Cain took two quick steps back, his blue eyes now on the swordsman, smirking as the last of the three culprits allowed himself to demonstrate a little bit of fear in his eyes. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317]

[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive "W-Why are you doing this?!" The man stammered, holding his weapon between himself and the blonde. Cain took deep breathes, trying to calm himself down. The short tussle with the large man had gotten his body heated up. "A-are you a friend of the Marine?!" Well, way to blow the cover there, Clyde. Cain shook his head, before giving a soft scoff. Bringing his right hand up, he wiped off a bit of sweat off his nose with his thumb, before allowing his voice to speak. "Nope. It just bothered me, so I thought I'd come to do a little bit of... Personal justice." "T-That's bullshit! We never did anything to you! W-What personal justice?!" The man retorted, his volume loud and clearly panicky. Cain glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment. No one had arrived at the door thus far, so for the moment, Cain was safe. He knew, however, that as soon as these guys were discovered in their state, he was going to get busted. Whatever. These guys were the real criminals here. Even if they were unknown in the face of the government, Cain knew he had done right here. He could walk away without an ounce of regret. "This isn't the first Marine you killed here in the Kingdom, is he?" Cain inquired with a rather snarky tone, shielding the true intention behind the question. The man merely snarled. "What are you talking about?! It's our first time here!" Cain chuckled. Well, that cleared that up. He reached down, unlatching Harpe's cap, before holding onto the hilt with his right. "Well, if you're gonna point that sword at me, go ahead and try to drive it through me. Your life depends on it." Cain bent his knees slightly, readying himself. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Clyde let out a soft grunt, before finally charging forward, unleashing a soft battle cry as he raised his sword above his head. A downward swing. Too two-dimensional. This was easy. Cain waited until he was mid-distance from where he initially was, before pushing off with both feet, his body diving forward and catching Clyde by surprise. The man's eyes widened, his body reacting slower than his senses as Cain's right hand began to unsheathe Harpe. The blade slid out of the sheathe. Cain needed not to reveal the full blade. With the shape of the weapon, just using the hilt itself was good enough. Cain lowered himself down to pass by the man's left, and with that, he pressed the edge against the man's stomach. Momentum did the rest, as it sliced through cloth, skin and flesh, leaving a deep gash across the man's lower left abdomen area. Cain did not even pull Harpe out completely. The man let out a yelp, the impact causing him to lose his balance and roll in the air once, his sword flying out of his hand and landing upon the floor. He fell onto his back, groaning in pain as he pressed against the wound. Cain let go of Harpe, as he straightened his body, turning to face Clyde. He glanced down at the man, watching the tears that rolled out of his eyes. Fear. The realisation that hit you when you knew that your life was about to end. The man's pants began to show a slight stain as he peed himself. Out from the wound, a small trail of his intestines slithered out. Cain took a few steps forward. "P-Please... Sp-spare me..." The man pleaded, his voice weak and raspy. Cain merely glared. He wondered if Mr. Gilligan had begged for the same mercy. Or his uncle did. His finger twitched. He bent down, picking up Clyde's own blade. The intent was to finish him off with his own weapon. There was no need to soil Harpe's good steel with such blood. However, just as he did, Graven let out a soft groan. Cain's eyes widened, as he raised his chin. The man was recovering, and was getting up on his feet. The two men stared at each other. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive But only for a brief moment. Graven turned around, seeking to flee the scene and call for help. But Cain was faster. The man's right hand reeled back, and he swung it forward. Clyde's weapon slipped from his grip and flipped through the air. Its short journey came to a halt as it embedded itself into Graven's back, digging deep into his spine. The man fell forward, grunting as he fell, but otherwise, he moved no more. He was far from dead, no, but with a weapon embedded into his spinal cord, the man was condemned to be a vegetable were he to survive this day. Cain took a step forward, glancing down at Clyde, who now reeked of urine and blood. Cain clicked his tongue in frustration. He was going to die anyway. Raising his boot, he stomped it down onto the man's head, knocking him out. At least that would save him from the pain of bleeding to death. Cain glanced around. Graven was immobilised, Clyde was dying and that muscled brute... Well, Cain doubted he was getting up soon. He was definitely going to get screwed up after this one. After last night's escapade with Daniella, Cain wondered if it was now actually time for him to leave the city. Yeah, that was probably his best move. With that, he took one last deep breathe, before proceeding to leave the hotel room. It was time to get outta here. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.