Death in the Heavy Rain. (Kash-Lyth)

[aridic]

Settings: Haven City during a month of Heavy Rain.

Characters: Lythron, Kashara, and a Crime Organization

Plot: A crime lord loves to be a puppeteer, and his puppets are the very humans of Haven city. If he can create havoc with any body, you better believe he does. And when Lythron and Kashara become entwined in his strings, things get a little nasty. He sets the both on a mission, the same mission, to kill a target, that doesn't actually exist. Whats his plans, he wants to see how long it takes the two to effectively kill one or the other, and if possible kill each other. But Kashara and Lythron were the wrong ones to chose to play this game, because they quickly learn they are being placed like a puzzle, and when they do they come at him with a vengeance. Though it was quickly smothered in the immense power of the crime lords organization. So instead they join his ranks, work their way too the top, all the while plotting how they will kill him. But when they reach it, SURPRISE! he isn't who they thought he was.

Post:

Kashara running his fingers along a wall as he walked down through the building, He had came eagerly once he learned of how highly this guy wished to pay him. So he whetted his blade and came swiftly. They had sent him tracking a man that was living in the slums currently. " An easy job, for big pay, who wouldn't accept it?"

[Darkjak87]

Lythron was walking slowly through the rain of Haven, observing with an almost bored look on his face as citizens strolled quickly through the rain, going for cover. He didn't mind the rain so much. In fact, he rather enjoyed rain most of the time. Nonetheless, the day was cold, so he was wearing his overcoat closed. Despite the slight discomfort the rain was causing, he still moved at his own pace through the streets, with a posture that practically screamed 'paranoid'. To complement his tense posture, his face was rather blank, but somehow he still made people nervous.

He stopped abruptly, turned his head upwards to gaze at the five story manor ahead of him. To the passing bystander, it looked as normal as such a nice house in Haven could be. To the trained eye, it was obviously a fortress. The windows were tinted. Lythron had a hunch that armed guards stood behind those otherwise featureless windows. He walked up to the door, and examined it closely. Probably armored on the inside, he thought. He reached down to the button next to it, and pressed it. A few moments passed, before an eye-hole slid open on the door. "Name?" Lythron looked at him wordlessly for a moment. "I'm Lythron." The door opened in a second, and the man stepped back. Lythron walked soundlessly into the room, looking around. True to his thoughts, two men stood in the room, counting the one that had let him in. He took careful consideration of their weaponry. One carried a shotgun, and the other an M4 Carbine. "Right this way." The man said. Lythron jerked his head in somewhat of a nod, and followed the man.

Lythron stayed several steps behind the man, observing quietly as the man led him through rather luxurious rooms. Eventually, the two of them stopped outside tall, double doors made from Mahogany. His escort knocked, and let Lythron in. "I have brought Lythron, sir." The man said. He backed out of the room, and closed the door behind him, leaving Lythron alone with the man. Lythron observed the man carefully. To put it bluntly, he was quite fat. His skin was a very unhealthy pale, and his ears drooped with apparent age and lack of energy. Once black hair was graying and falling out, showing a sickly reddish scalp in his place. Frankly? The man looked like he was in his final days.

The man spoke up. "So, you are Lythron I presume?" Lythron hated the man instantly. Not only was he repulsive, but his tone of voice and oily, arrogant manner of speaking guaranteed an arrogant, difficult personality. Nonetheless, Lythron kept his face blank. He was being offered quite a few orbs for this... Lythron nodded in response to the Crime Boss' question. The unpleasant man smiled. "Good. You know why I've called you here I trust?" Again, Lythron nodded, getting a chuckle from the ridiculously frail-looking man. "Man of few words aren't you?" Lythron did nothing this time. With an irritated look, the Crime Boss continued. "Well, in a few words, I want someone dead. That someone is a high-ranking KG officer. The leader of the inner-city patrol, to be exact. If there's anyone that suppresses our operations, it's those damn Reds. So, naturally, I want you to kill him off." Lythron nodded. It sounded simple. The crime lord tossed him a sheet of paper, which Lythron snatched out of the air. "That is his address. You're to wait outside, and take him down as he exits his home. He should not be armored. There's 120,000 orbs in it if you succeed in this mission. That will be all." Lythron gave one more head-jerk, and walked out of the room.

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The rain splashed on Kashara's face as he advanced into the streets on his journey. He quickly pulled the piece of paper out and read it. It was the address he was commanded to arrive at. Everything he needed to know about this target was at that location. He dropped the note in the water rushing through the gutter, ridding himself of part of his trail.

Quickly his pace changed from a lingering speed to a hastened and quite nimble one. He was slipping through the people unnoticed except by a few, taking short cuts as necessary. He quickly progressed through the cities neighborhoods, until finally he reached the house.

He arrived at the door eager to enter, but cautious not to be ludicrous in his decisions. He rotated the door handle, and slowly pushing the door open from the side. As the door opened he reached into his pocket and grabbed a metal pebble he carried around for situations as such. Rolling it across the floor he quickly found that their are no traps in the door way, and swiftly jumped in and snapped the door closed.

He looked around and quickly realized the house was close to empty, the only company he had was shadows. He moved slowly and turned the corner. He looked to see a dusty study in a small room. He quickly moved in and began to study his surroundings, to see what he was supposed to do. When he saw a manilla folder hidden under a stack of papers on a desk. He sat down and began to study.

[Darkjak87]

Lythron walked slightly faster than normal, bent over to keep his head from getting wet. The rain was much more intense now, and he was beginning to get annoyed. But that was an instinctive action. His mind was elsewhere. Specifically the job he was currently on. Of course he was being offered quite a few orbs here, but why couldn't he shake the feeling that something was wrong here? Usually Lythron trusted his instincts. They were rarely wrong, after all. After several minutes of this, he made up his mind. He was going for it, but he would be careful. After all, it would be nothing he couldn't handle. He had winged things bigger than this. he shook his head, as he stopped outside the house. He glanced at the piece of paper, and confirmed that it was the right house. He crumpled the paper in his fist, and allowed it to fall to the street.

He turned his attention to the house, observing it carefully. There seemed to be no protections, other than the simple perimeter fence that surrounded it. Easy enough... he thought. The windows were all covered by curtains from the inside, but he thought he could faintly see a light from one of them on the second floor. Well, it was definitely the right place. Remembering his orders, he began to take in his surroundings, looking for a fair place to hide. The solution to this was a small, narrow alley nearby. He walked down, and turned to face the house. He had a good view of the front door, so he'd be able to take him down in an instant. As an added bonus, he would only be noticed if someone walked past, and looked directly down the alley.

Lythron reached backwards, and stuck his arm down the back of his overcoat, down the collar. After a moment, he pulled his arm back. In his grasp, was a Remington 870 shotgun. Eight shells, pump action. He rearranged his overcoat slightly, as removing the concealed weapon had shifted it out of position. He got down on his stomach, lying flat on the ground in a prone position. He racked the pump backwards, and the gun cocked with a satisfying click. He brought the weapon to his shoulder, and lined the sights up with the door, prepared to fire as soon as it opened. The alley was just across the narrow street, putting him about ten meters from the door. That was close enough for his shotgun to be extremely lethal, and leaving an unarmored target with practically no chance of survival (assuming a direct hit of course, but since when does Lythron miss? Much less with a shotgun...). Now in position, all he had to do was wait.

[aridic]

Shivers flew up Kashara's back, prickling the hair on his neck. According to all the files he had just read, this was the home of an K.I.A KG officer. He had died in a fire fight, where his team was flanked and surrounded. But according to a few news paper articles, their was a bit of superstition about his death, many believed it was a well played fake.

Why was it a fake? He had read that all his squadron agreed, for a short period. After which, one, on the brink of death, began to speak, a story that was so detailed, so real, it was hard not to believe. But following which the man began to suffer from delusions.

As he kept reading he learned, many had sighted the man in his home again, and on the streets, trying to hide under a hood. But lately he had disappeared. Kashara was confused as to why he had to assassinate this man, maybe he used this ploy as a way to escape a debt to the crime lord.

A sudden muscle twitched in his neck, as paranoia took control of his thoughts. He felt as if he was being watched, surrounded, something lethal. He slowly walked through the house and scooped up his pebble on his way to the door. When he reached the door he slowly turned the knob until the lock clicked open. He nudged it so it would open slow enough for him to check his surrounding area enough to see if it was safe.

When he saw no danger he laughed quietly under his breathe. He began to edge out, still wishing to be cautious. When he reached the oak of the porch, the paranoia had reached his limit, and he quickly jumped out, looking all around seeing nothing yet.

[Darkjak87]

Seeing the door open, Lythron quickly locked onto the movement. This was it. Lythron felt a mixture of excitement and tenseness, despite his suppressed emotions. He shifted the gun ever so slightly, lining the sights up to the man's chest. He squeezed the trigger. With a deafening BANG and a good kick against his shoulder, the powerful weapon blasted a 12 gauge shell aimed at Kashara's chest. This had seldom happened, before Lythron was racking the mechanism back again, and fired a second time, this time in the direction of Kashara's head. He was obviously not taking any chances here. He was now preparing to fire yet another shell, even though the job was probably done already.

[aridic]

Almost simultaneous to the deafening noises, a red eco shield appeared around Kashara. It blocked much of the spray, but his chest was still injured. He growled in anger in harmony sound of his blade leaving its scabbard. He burst through the shield at a break neck sprint, when he became close enough he raised his blade, leaped, and brought his blade down towards the man laying on the ground. Kashara's anger was getting the better of him as it begin to reveal a blood lustful side of himself.

[Darkjak87]

Despite himself, Lythron couldn't help but to let out a brief noise of surprise. Said noise sounded vaguely like "Holy..!!" But that was all he got out, before rolled to the side, the sword crashing into the ground where he had been only a split-second ago. He quickly forced himself to his feet, and plunged his hand down the front of his overcoat. When he removed it, in his hand was a Glock 17 9mm pistol. He quickly aimed, and fired his handgun at Kashara's head.

Damn, he's fast! was the thought that ran through Lythron's mind. His 'employer' had failed to mention that his target was practically a Samurai, much less an ecoist. Well, this certainly complicated things. For once, he would actually need every ounce of his skill and marksmanship to succeed at one of his tasks.

[aridic]

Kashara watched as the sparks burst of the ground as his sword collided with it, soothing him some. But still, as he heard the gunshot he dropped to the ground, and rolled, over, and saw the man holding a pistol. " You're gonna regret this," He leaped from the ground to his feet, and blue eco began to charge in his legs. He quickly positioned his sword at a readied angle and began to lunge at the mysterious assailant.

[Darkjak87]

Lythron cleared his mind and his face of all emotion, and forced himself to be calm. Reacting quickly, he dived to the side, and scooped up his shotgun. He whirled around to face Kashara, and fired it one-handed in the general direction of his chest. Lythron shoved his pistol back down the collar of his coat, and brought his freed hand back up to support the heavy weapon.