Post by dbkillerex on Mar 27, 2017 13:12:08 GMT -5
The murky streets of Haven city had a dark appeal in the little hours of the night. Walking down a familiar path framed by grime and gathering dust Kane's eyes rose to meet those of his people- The many citizens passing him by with their chipped lips and hollow complexion.
The sun has long ago forsaken this block, its inhabitants live in fear and deprivation at the hands of no other than their own rule.
He saw a couple police officers, if you could call them that, men in red suits of armor and rifles as long as a staff strapped to their backs.
They waved a wanted poster in the face of those coming and going.
The man in the picture was fair, about 6'1 feet tall with medium-Length black hair and crystal blue eyes. His stare, most noticeably, was intent and his slim but toned figure went well with the sadistic smile gracing his lips.
The corner of Kane's eyes twitched with discomfort in presence of the officers. It was clear now that they are after him. He tossed his hood over his head and continued to trail past them, gazing up at the baron's sky-scraping "palace" located in the center of the city.
He wandered into an alley, a little ways from the palace, where he had set up his gear beforehand. Dredging up an innocent looking garbage bag from the nearby trash bin he fished out a large bag. With little care to the stench of it, he took from it his trusty knives and attatched them to his belt. Next came his cutlass, which he tied around his back and his hidden blades strapped around his forearm up to his wrist.
Little time passed from the moment he left the alley towards the palace, fully armed, to the moment he was approached by two crimson-clad guards, with their rifles at the ready.
"What is your business here" asked one
"I have come to turn myself in" Kane replied, stepping carefully forward with arms outreached, as if to let them recognize his visage from the wanted posters on the walls.
The two guards seemed confuse as they tried to confirm his identity from the posters, so he closed in even further, only coming to a halt when they stood at sword's reach. Kane then tossed back his hood over his head, revealing his face, and with that same hand gripped the hilt of his sword tied under the clothes on his back.
Finally convinced of his similarity, the closer of the two guards reached for his handcuffs, taking his hand off his rifle and his gaze down to the side for just a mere second.
"Bad move" Kane thought inward and unsheathed his blade, using the momentum to slash diagonally at the guard, striking at the gap between his helmet and armor and ending his life in one fell swoop. The second guard opened fire at Kane who in response held up his dying partner for a human shield. Dashed forward at the remaining officer, Kane ducked down to stick the tip of his blade through his boot, causing him to flinch in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Kane threw himself back up and smashed his elbow into the man's chin through his helmet, knocking him out cold.
Clasping his hand over the hole in his left shoulder Kane did all he could to avoid twisting his face in agony, he tossed his cutlass to the ground for he couldn't support its weight any longer and watched as shadowy figures emerged from hiding. At least this part went as planned, he rejoiced, gathering his nerve. "My soldiers, my brothers. No more will we be deprived of our water supplies, extorted by our very own protectors or sentenced to death without trial. Today we fight not for vendetta, but for justice."
The men of the resistance swarmed into the building, through the large polished gates, a good percentage of them carrying high explosives wired into a dead man's switch. They took up blades and charged at the remaining staff inside the palace, cries of war and pain from both sides filled the atmosphere before long - as the simple men tried to overwhelm with numbers the armed few.
Kane ran with his men at first, using the commotion of the crowd to his advantage as he took the elevator upwards to the baron's chamber. Ignoring the gunshots that sang in the background like a dying chorus. It will all be over soon, he soothed his nerves once more.
Upon reaching the lobby of the baron's office he kicked down the doors to the sound of the alarms. Before him was a man behind a large oaken desk sporting nothing more impressive than a beer gut and overgrown hands. The baron welcomed Kane with a look of contempt and displeasure. As one would look at a fly sitting on his dinner plate.
"What do you think you're doing, maggot, have you all gone suicidal in those wretched slums you infest?" He mocked, baring his teeth in disgust
"Humph" DB chuckled with a tinge of agony in his voice, just now aware that the whole side of his shirt was soaked in blood. "You turned this city into a barren wasteland!" He gestured in a wide arc, encompassing the city as seen from the large windows behind him. "Elected in the midst of war when ruthless man as yourself are treasured, drunk off of your own victory you continued to turn our own forces against us to stay in power... And you really expected no resistance?" Kane posed his question in fake disbelief.
"Bark as you might, you and your little pack of misfits, your triumph will be short lived. Once reinforcements arrive they will all be put down like dogs and you will be to blame" The baron responded, his tone light with an air of superiority.
"No, this will be over much earlier" Kane silenced him. Having little care for chit-chat at this point he felt for his belt and slung both of his daggers at the man.
The baron's eyes widened at the sight, he rose from his seat, flipping over the table in front of him, which crashed on its side with a roaring thump. The daggers stuck to the table's surface like steak knives, digging deep into the oak wood. Acting quickly, the baron with all of his strength tossed the table at the intruder. It spiraled into the air and flattened Kane against the floor, hitting him square in the stomach; just before hurtling out through the large office window and raining shards of glass and wood over the unsuspecting streets bellow.
The baron paced over and pushed his forearm into Kane's upper neck, leaning into it with all his weight- just almost crushing his windpipe. "Can you not see? This city would be in ruins if it were not for me! A poor, crime infested ruin..." The baron barked. "An iron fist is what the people needed, but you who come to lecture me, you're a murderer. You are far worse than me."
Nodding faintly in agreement, Kane struggled to keep his eyelids open against the joined effect of suffocation and blood loss. Kane raised his right arm, whipping it forward until it made contact with the baron's chest and activated his hidden blade's mechanism. Powerful springs released in the contraption, dispatching a 6 inch blade from under his wrist into the baron's chest.
"You built this empire on death, and that is how it must fall." Kane whispered, as the blood trickled down his blade and down his arm. He went in and out of consciousness, desperately clinging to life; Listening for the baron's heartbeat shifting in speed as it begun to fail. He was not even offset by the sound of the explosives going off right down bellow, obliterating the building's foundations.
The baron's wide dark eyes stared into Kane's with shock and disbelief. It took a few more seconds before they felt the whole floor collapse into the lower floor and the entire tower tipping forward towards a crash. Pools of blood gathered around them as they each bled out, their colors mixing. "It's okay brother... everything is going got to be okay now…"
The sun has long ago forsaken this block, its inhabitants live in fear and deprivation at the hands of no other than their own rule.
He saw a couple police officers, if you could call them that, men in red suits of armor and rifles as long as a staff strapped to their backs.
They waved a wanted poster in the face of those coming and going.
The man in the picture was fair, about 6'1 feet tall with medium-Length black hair and crystal blue eyes. His stare, most noticeably, was intent and his slim but toned figure went well with the sadistic smile gracing his lips.
The corner of Kane's eyes twitched with discomfort in presence of the officers. It was clear now that they are after him. He tossed his hood over his head and continued to trail past them, gazing up at the baron's sky-scraping "palace" located in the center of the city.
He wandered into an alley, a little ways from the palace, where he had set up his gear beforehand. Dredging up an innocent looking garbage bag from the nearby trash bin he fished out a large bag. With little care to the stench of it, he took from it his trusty knives and attatched them to his belt. Next came his cutlass, which he tied around his back and his hidden blades strapped around his forearm up to his wrist.
Little time passed from the moment he left the alley towards the palace, fully armed, to the moment he was approached by two crimson-clad guards, with their rifles at the ready.
"What is your business here" asked one
"I have come to turn myself in" Kane replied, stepping carefully forward with arms outreached, as if to let them recognize his visage from the wanted posters on the walls.
The two guards seemed confuse as they tried to confirm his identity from the posters, so he closed in even further, only coming to a halt when they stood at sword's reach. Kane then tossed back his hood over his head, revealing his face, and with that same hand gripped the hilt of his sword tied under the clothes on his back.
Finally convinced of his similarity, the closer of the two guards reached for his handcuffs, taking his hand off his rifle and his gaze down to the side for just a mere second.
"Bad move" Kane thought inward and unsheathed his blade, using the momentum to slash diagonally at the guard, striking at the gap between his helmet and armor and ending his life in one fell swoop. The second guard opened fire at Kane who in response held up his dying partner for a human shield. Dashed forward at the remaining officer, Kane ducked down to stick the tip of his blade through his boot, causing him to flinch in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Kane threw himself back up and smashed his elbow into the man's chin through his helmet, knocking him out cold.
Clasping his hand over the hole in his left shoulder Kane did all he could to avoid twisting his face in agony, he tossed his cutlass to the ground for he couldn't support its weight any longer and watched as shadowy figures emerged from hiding. At least this part went as planned, he rejoiced, gathering his nerve. "My soldiers, my brothers. No more will we be deprived of our water supplies, extorted by our very own protectors or sentenced to death without trial. Today we fight not for vendetta, but for justice."
The men of the resistance swarmed into the building, through the large polished gates, a good percentage of them carrying high explosives wired into a dead man's switch. They took up blades and charged at the remaining staff inside the palace, cries of war and pain from both sides filled the atmosphere before long - as the simple men tried to overwhelm with numbers the armed few.
Kane ran with his men at first, using the commotion of the crowd to his advantage as he took the elevator upwards to the baron's chamber. Ignoring the gunshots that sang in the background like a dying chorus. It will all be over soon, he soothed his nerves once more.
Upon reaching the lobby of the baron's office he kicked down the doors to the sound of the alarms. Before him was a man behind a large oaken desk sporting nothing more impressive than a beer gut and overgrown hands. The baron welcomed Kane with a look of contempt and displeasure. As one would look at a fly sitting on his dinner plate.
"What do you think you're doing, maggot, have you all gone suicidal in those wretched slums you infest?" He mocked, baring his teeth in disgust
"Humph" DB chuckled with a tinge of agony in his voice, just now aware that the whole side of his shirt was soaked in blood. "You turned this city into a barren wasteland!" He gestured in a wide arc, encompassing the city as seen from the large windows behind him. "Elected in the midst of war when ruthless man as yourself are treasured, drunk off of your own victory you continued to turn our own forces against us to stay in power... And you really expected no resistance?" Kane posed his question in fake disbelief.
"Bark as you might, you and your little pack of misfits, your triumph will be short lived. Once reinforcements arrive they will all be put down like dogs and you will be to blame" The baron responded, his tone light with an air of superiority.
"No, this will be over much earlier" Kane silenced him. Having little care for chit-chat at this point he felt for his belt and slung both of his daggers at the man.
The baron's eyes widened at the sight, he rose from his seat, flipping over the table in front of him, which crashed on its side with a roaring thump. The daggers stuck to the table's surface like steak knives, digging deep into the oak wood. Acting quickly, the baron with all of his strength tossed the table at the intruder. It spiraled into the air and flattened Kane against the floor, hitting him square in the stomach; just before hurtling out through the large office window and raining shards of glass and wood over the unsuspecting streets bellow.
The baron paced over and pushed his forearm into Kane's upper neck, leaning into it with all his weight- just almost crushing his windpipe. "Can you not see? This city would be in ruins if it were not for me! A poor, crime infested ruin..." The baron barked. "An iron fist is what the people needed, but you who come to lecture me, you're a murderer. You are far worse than me."
Nodding faintly in agreement, Kane struggled to keep his eyelids open against the joined effect of suffocation and blood loss. Kane raised his right arm, whipping it forward until it made contact with the baron's chest and activated his hidden blade's mechanism. Powerful springs released in the contraption, dispatching a 6 inch blade from under his wrist into the baron's chest.
"You built this empire on death, and that is how it must fall." Kane whispered, as the blood trickled down his blade and down his arm. He went in and out of consciousness, desperately clinging to life; Listening for the baron's heartbeat shifting in speed as it begun to fail. He was not even offset by the sound of the explosives going off right down bellow, obliterating the building's foundations.
The baron's wide dark eyes stared into Kane's with shock and disbelief. It took a few more seconds before they felt the whole floor collapse into the lower floor and the entire tower tipping forward towards a crash. Pools of blood gathered around them as they each bled out, their colors mixing. "It's okay brother... everything is going got to be okay now…"
