( i need to get out some frustrations so here it is kids. The italian means "From ashes to ashes, my blood for greater glory)
Amelie sat on the edge of the rooftop, watching the sun set into the cities horizon. She cupped her hands in front of her mouth, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. Her cold grey eyes observed the cityscape looking for where the attack would come from next. In vain she bided her time up here, preparing. Her girlfriend, Nori, had told her what would happen but she was here anyway. Amelie knew her place in the order of all the celestial games and where the knights took their places. The burning ember on the end of the cigarette seemed to take its own life after a moment of contemplation from Amelie. She stood, cracking her neck and closing her eyes.
“Dalle ceneri alle ceneri, la mia anima per maggior gloria.” She whispered and stepped off the roof. Nori watched, lifeless from the doorway to the roof. A trickle of blood leaked from the psychics mouth as she fell forward. The blood loss was too great for her to fight… A sword had been plunged through her gut, spilling blood around her. Two lone black feathers sat next to the pool and bloody footprints led from Nori to the edge of the building. A raven perched on the top of the door, cawing solemnly for the worlds latest loss.
Amelie landed on the pavement sending a ripple through the concrete causing shards to erupt under the weight of her small body. She stood and walked forward towards the street. She stopped pushing a piece of jet black hair out of her face, starring half interested in the agent starring her down.
“I’m so glad you could make it Mr. Smith.” Amelie sneered. She drew her sword waiting. If this was how she was to die then so be it. The world seemed fuzzy at the edges. Shadows creeped form building and continued on their way without their respective bodies. The agent stood silent, seemingly collecting Amelie’s remaining sanity and ingesting it in some bizarre ritual. Amelie blinked twice and the world returned to normal or so It seemed.
“It is morbid business that brings me to you Amelie Mercer. “ The agents dark aura exuded as he spoke. Amelie shook her head. She looked to her side and saw Nori’s smiling face in the window of the building to her left. Amelie left a soft look pass over her glazed eyes. Her mind swam in a torrent of thoughts, all disconnected and most of them revolving around the vision of herself committing a truly heinous crime. She dashed forward and slashed at the agent, severing his right arm from his body. She snarled at him upon impact, and jumped back. The agent calmly smiled and black phantasms leaking out of the wound pulled his arm back to his body.
“I suppose you won’t be dying easily for me then.” She felt herself shift into a more defensive position, her emotionless face starred at the agent.
“No.” He smiled and pulled a gun from his hip holster letting loose four shots. Amelie seemed to smile as one connected with her skull, setting her mind at peace at last. The agent turned and walked off as blood pooled on the street under Amelie’s now lifeless body. The cement pulled the blood in after mere seconds, and from the tortured life form arose a dark angel, raven wings and ruthless red eyes. Vengence had been given life...
1 comment:
I like Amelie. She seems like a character that would be fantastic to flesh out further, if you do any others of this nature.
Though, I feel like the fight should have been a bit more climactic. There's no real emotion there. She may be detached and crazy, but seeing her girlfriend slaughtered would likely elicit more emotion, regardless. You have a good thing going, though, so if you gave a little more show to the tell that would make it even better.
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