02-08-2014, 07:52 AM
The gunfire flashed like the bulbs of a photoshoot.
Bullets sprayed innumerable. Spectra reveled in the tension flushing her body hot and cold. Childish fears of running away were never considered, but when a target set its sights upon her chest, she surprisingly hesitated in lashing out her own defense. The powerful light, brighter than the sun, itself had never dimmed before as it did now, and the cold kiss of fear left a sour taste on her lips.
She locked onto eyes which were all the more sinister when the rest of his face was shrouded by a ski mask. They became one person in that moment, connected by the future trail of a bullet given by one to the other. Spectra stood her ground, but one heel lifted to take a step back despite her silent dare, but before he pulled the trigger, a spray of red shot violent through his throat. She jumped at both the noise and the violence, but the heated smile of relief slowly grew.
Hood turned into a dancing devil then. Though man he was, there was a devil on his face. He cut through the darkness of death with an all too casual grin. One that soon came to be mimicked by Spectra herself. Their pain cried surprise when Hood appeared from no where. He was a flash of focus, a cold blooded machine one moment, and a man slightly bothered by the interruption to their evening the next. A slick sheen trailed his back and chest. The sinew in his arms and shoulders tensed and relaxed with his aim. She cupped her palms over ears pained by gunfire, careful not to disturb the perfectly touseled way her hair fell to bare shoulders. She didn't understand the intracacies of guns, but a dampener would have been doing her a favor.
Passionate witness soon bloomed into security, and she resumed toying with the power of the sunlight streaming through her body. She ached to use it as she had ached lust at the height of Hood's ignited desire. When he checked the hall, her hands lowered from her temples. She shook out her hair and posed a rewarding stance for his return.
The scent of spilled scotch stirred, and Spectra witnessed the sudden rise of a foolish, foolish man. Wide eyed intensity split her smile into morbid fascination. He leveled his target at Hood's back, and Spectra laughed happily aloud, drawing Hood's attention as she did. She finally unleashed the crushing weight of cosmic power upon his skull. He crumpled instantly. She delighted in how well it worked.
The elation of the power coursed sweeter than any drug through her veins, and she went to stand above her victim, careful not to taint her feet with blood or scotch. She toed him with the weapon-like point of her shoe, but there was no need. She'd felt his life extinguish like a torch in the river.
"Is that all of them?"
She asked with bright eyes, almost disappointed if it were so. From surveying the dead man at her feet to Hood, she'd never wanted him more.
Bullets sprayed innumerable. Spectra reveled in the tension flushing her body hot and cold. Childish fears of running away were never considered, but when a target set its sights upon her chest, she surprisingly hesitated in lashing out her own defense. The powerful light, brighter than the sun, itself had never dimmed before as it did now, and the cold kiss of fear left a sour taste on her lips.
She locked onto eyes which were all the more sinister when the rest of his face was shrouded by a ski mask. They became one person in that moment, connected by the future trail of a bullet given by one to the other. Spectra stood her ground, but one heel lifted to take a step back despite her silent dare, but before he pulled the trigger, a spray of red shot violent through his throat. She jumped at both the noise and the violence, but the heated smile of relief slowly grew.
Hood turned into a dancing devil then. Though man he was, there was a devil on his face. He cut through the darkness of death with an all too casual grin. One that soon came to be mimicked by Spectra herself. Their pain cried surprise when Hood appeared from no where. He was a flash of focus, a cold blooded machine one moment, and a man slightly bothered by the interruption to their evening the next. A slick sheen trailed his back and chest. The sinew in his arms and shoulders tensed and relaxed with his aim. She cupped her palms over ears pained by gunfire, careful not to disturb the perfectly touseled way her hair fell to bare shoulders. She didn't understand the intracacies of guns, but a dampener would have been doing her a favor.
Passionate witness soon bloomed into security, and she resumed toying with the power of the sunlight streaming through her body. She ached to use it as she had ached lust at the height of Hood's ignited desire. When he checked the hall, her hands lowered from her temples. She shook out her hair and posed a rewarding stance for his return.
The scent of spilled scotch stirred, and Spectra witnessed the sudden rise of a foolish, foolish man. Wide eyed intensity split her smile into morbid fascination. He leveled his target at Hood's back, and Spectra laughed happily aloud, drawing Hood's attention as she did. She finally unleashed the crushing weight of cosmic power upon his skull. He crumpled instantly. She delighted in how well it worked.
The elation of the power coursed sweeter than any drug through her veins, and she went to stand above her victim, careful not to taint her feet with blood or scotch. She toed him with the weapon-like point of her shoe, but there was no need. She'd felt his life extinguish like a torch in the river.
"Is that all of them?"
She asked with bright eyes, almost disappointed if it were so. From surveying the dead man at her feet to Hood, she'd never wanted him more.