#ccompulsion

[dustxechoes]

@ccompulsion

“You would point a gun at me? A poor, defenseless stranger?” 

The witch appeared more scandalized than fearful. This wasn’t the first attempt made on her life, nor would it be the last, but there was something about the art of it she appreciated. She’d faced her fair share of assassins in her time and there was always something to be said for the sheer drama of it. She found the whole process dangerously intriguing. 

She allowed her grin to fade, taken aback in stage-like false horror. Her ‘partner’ had put on such a grand performance so far, it’d be rude of her not to play along.

“Have you no humanity? Have you no mercy? To strike someone as beautiful as me down in her prime, such cruelty! Such absolute villainy! Tell me, assassin, after you watch the light fall away from my eyes, will you be able to sleep at night? Will you weep? Will you even remember my name? Or am I but another strand of fate for you to sever so viciously, that you can’t spare the moment to appreciate the gravity of what you’ve done?

Well fire away, my killer. As my last act, I deny you the sick pleasure you’d surely derive from seeing me beg for my life, I pray only that you make it quick, you monster.” 

[subjectvoid]

Stands there menacingly

Everyone seemed to have their arguments about having Adrian on their team. She seemed no different. He didn't face her as he signed, 'Don't worry so much. Let's win this!' He was tired of everyone viewing him as an immediate loss, but he would try not to let the negativity drag him down. He'd smiled and he'd wave for the camera, he'd bleed and he'd cry, and he'd kill and be killed. A bloodsport, nothing more. He was learning not to let it get under his skin, but it was easier said than done.

Afterward, the man had given her a quick glance -- she was unsettling to be around, the Void seemed to agree -- and then he'd went back to fiddling with his ankle monitor. If she had a problem, she could come and tell him. If not, Adrian saw no need to try and start up a real conversation. He was glad she was wearing a mask, even if it put him at a disadvantage. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of her glare if the aura she gave off just standing there was any indication of her ferocity.

[deathchasing]

"What's wrong, lost your nerve?"

“Me? No way.”He struggled to aim through the sights. His grip shook and his eyes darted about, refusing to focus on the actual target. He wasn’t built for the patience and discipline that sniper rifles required. But he also wasn’t built to give up, especially when he could feel a skilled killer’s expectant eyes on him. Down in the gorge below, a squad of two dug through loot inside one of the buildings along the river. He could see them through the holes in the roof. He itched to just chuck a grenade down, quick and easy.Unfortunately, neither of them had any. A bad drop meant little loot. The only other weapon he had besides the G7 was a Mozambique. If he tried to shoot and missed, the duo would have time to hide before he and his squadmate made it down there. If they tried to cross the bridge, they would expose themselves to a second squad across the river. He groaned and lowered the Scout. “How do you snipers do this? This is fun for you?”

[dustxechoes]

"Right now, you're the only threat I see."

“Well if I ain’t threatening you, and you ain’t threatening me, then who’s a fucking threat here? Am I a threat? Are you a threat? We’re all fucking threats. Shit, man.”