| From: | Mike Goldberg <michael.goldberg@*******.COM> |
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| Subject: | A dusty prayer? |
| Date: | Tue, 7 Jan 1997 18:01:08 MST |
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You see a dimly light stone corridor. On the sides are stained plexiglass
windows that while trying to inspire faith, only inspire contempt. A lone,
tall, fairly thin man, quickly walks down a corridor. He is dressed in all
black, but is wearing a trenchcoat. His face is covered in makeup that
make him look inhuman. He quickly hides behinds a pillar at the end of the
corridor. From the office next to him, he can hear a man is passionately
enjoying a woman. The sensuous sounds seem to last forever, but it is only
a few minutes. After a few moments of blessed silence, the door opens and
a woman quickly walks away. She focus on the floor as if trying to sort
through something. You can see the man drop down enough to see her face,
but she fails to notice.
The man prevents the door from shutting fully as he watches the woman go
out of sight. Listening carefully, he slowly opens the door. You see him
enter. A priest has his back to the door and is pouring himself a drink.
The man shuts the door quietly. The priest sighs contentedly as he tastes
the liquor.
He then turns around, but freezes in place instead of going back to his
desk. He sees the other man, who is drawing a katana.
The man says, "Greetings father. For crimes against my sister, I'm afraid
I must kill you."
The priest starts to protest, but before he can move to the desk, he is
beheaded in one, smooth clean strike. The glass shatters on the ground as
the body and head separate and fall to the ground with dull thuds. The man
shakes his head and wipes the katana blade on a spare rag and sheathes the
katana. Quietly he leaves the office and shuts the door behind him.
Walking quickly, he heads down the hall and veers left.
Softly to himself (it has been amplified so you can hear it), "Let me know
if the woman leaves her room."
He takes a few turns and draws his katana again. He then enters at the
back of a small chapel. It is dimly, lit, but you can see what looks like
a large street bum praying fervently at the altar. The man slowly takes in
the whole room as if making sure of things. After a nod to no one in
particular he starts walking down the aisle. About halfway to the street
bum he lets the tip of his katana drag against the stone floor. He
continues to walk a few feet. The street bum finishes his prayer and
rises. He unsheathes an ornate decorated sword. In his other hand he
draws a large knife. He takes in the katana-wielder and says, "You again!
And this time you dare interrupt my prayers. You shall pay for that."
"Tell me, Wanderer, who do you pray for?"
The Wanderer replies calmly, "My lord's health and your death."
"I see. I will leave you to your prayers, but first a warning. If you
ever come after any of my friends again, I will stop at nothing to kill
you."
The Wanderer smiles as his eyes light up and he says, "You are one of my
lord's friends. I will not attack you - _now_. Who are you, elf?"
"They call me Livewire."
"Begone from here, so I may continue my prayers."
"Very well, he walks over to a candle holder that has two lit candles. But
you have been warned, street trash!" In a smooth motion, he cuts the
candles in half. They fall to the cold, uncaring floor. He continues to
circle the Wanderer.
The Wanderer eyes grow angry at the sight of what was done to the candles
and he shouts, "Sinner, you shall pay for that!"
With a snarl of pure rage, he unleashes a fast attack. The elf smoothly
turns aside the attacks. While the Wanderers attacks are based on speed
and strength, the elf meets him with equal speed and grace. The elf's
motions seem to be as if he is performing a complex, graceful, deadly
dance.
The Wanderer's rage seems endless as he tries to push the offensive.
Slowly he drives the elf back to the synth-wood benches. With a particular
forceful blow cleaves the bench in half, as Livewire smoothly jumps over
the bench to get out of the way of the strike. Then Livewire for the first
time strikes back, and cleanly disarms the knife from the Wanderer.
Quicker than the Wanderer can react he attacks in full deadliness. The
Wanderer not able to keep up on the flurry of strikes and to avoid getting
hit has to slowly back away. While the Wanderer begins his withdraw,
Livewire unleashes a particular stunning move and disarms the Wanderer
completely. Fully pressing his advantage, with his katana at the
Wanderer's throat, he forces the Wanderer back to the altar.
"Last warning, Wanderer, come after my friends, and not even Archangel's
last words will keep you safe."
Livewire backs away fast, and exits the chapel through a side door, as the
Wanderer dives for his sword. The Wanderer shouts at the closing doors,
"BLASPHEMER! I WILL KILL YOU!"
+++++ end transmission
Shadowfox wasn't too pleased that Livewire didn't press when he had the
chance, but Livewire's comment was a simple, "There will be more
opportunities. Archangel's instructions will be obeyed. For now."
For now, we watch, but that won't always be the case, will it? One day,
Wanderer, those helpless children will be avenged. And not even your
prayers will help you when that day comes. ]<<<<<
-- Sprinkler <00:56:48/08-JAN-58>
