Post by cobalt on Jan 18, 2015 13:35:41 GMT -6
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The rush of a fight is exhilarating.
Her hands clenched blades, her arms swinging the sharpened weapons at her attacker, using her inherited flexibility and acquired quick thinking to maneuver around her opponent’s advances and slink her way around until she found the perfect spot.
The rush of a fight is exciting.
Her feet moved quickly, making kicks to attack and disarm her foe, using the blades to swipe at her aggressive enemy. She jumped into a spin kick, nailing her attacker across the face and plunging the blade into her attacker’s neck.
The rush of a fight is shocking.
She stood back and tried to reclaim her breath as the attacker fell to the ground, convulsing and screaming in guttural growls as blood sputtered across the floor. She had no pity in her eyes. Then, the simulation ended, the hologram dissipating.
The rush of a fight was great. But it wasn’t for Hazel. Not in the least.
But what could she do? It was her job, her way of life. The way she’d been raised explicitly required her to be a natural killer. Just like her sister.
But she wasn’t her sister. She wasn’t a natural assassin, capable with knives, pistols, snipers, and whatever the fuck she wanted. She was a great fighter, sure, but that was due to years and years of training. Killing was the part she couldn’t stand.
To take a life, was to take her own morality. And, honestly, Hazel couldn’t think clearly after she’d killed people. She was wondering what repercussion the family would feel, if they had a partner, what they were like, who they loved. She couldn’t do it.
Hazel wasn’t Kuro.
And she’d be fine with that. If he was.
But he wasn’t. Her father was not fine with that, in any way. It was always ‘your sister could’ve done that twice as fast, and killed a few more. Speed up.’ She wasn’t her goddamn sister, but Daddy didn’t understand that. Kuro Kage was a natural born killer. Hazel Kage, was not.
She was a natural fighter, not a killer. She could never be a killer. She waited for the stinging words from her only remaining family member, over the PA. ‘She could’ve been quicker/more ruthless/more elegant.’ But they didn’t come.
Hazel looked around, confused. Her father had nothing to say.
She shrugged it off and exited the training room in a rush, as a few boys and girls entered. There was something about underaged killers that Mercury Kage liked. Which was just was fucked up as it sounded. If they were taken young, they could train longer. Grow up without morals.
Mercury raised Kuro without morals. He let her kill, and kill, and train, and train, without any sense of morality. She learned of emotion on her own accord. And he tried to raise Hazel the same way.
He was a villainous genius. And that’s what made him so scary. It’s why Kuro Kage hadn’t bothered to find the man, or take him down. Because if he wasn’t bothering her, she didn’t want to get involved with him.
Or that’s what Hazel assumed. No one, out of every assassin-in-training Mercury kept in their training facility, knew Kuro Kage personally. And that might’ve made it easier for them to want to slit her throat and drain her like a slab of meat in a butcher’s shop.
Well, one person did. They’d only bumped into each other once, and the Kuro got extremely angry, but he knew her.
As Hazel walked down the hall, brushing past a few other teens, she was quickly derailed from her train of thought when an armored finger tapped her shoulder.
She spun, stepping back from the grey and blue armored man. He was slightly taller, probably about four inches, and despite having a tinted, V-shaped visor across his helmet the length of his nose, just enough to give him a full field of vision, Hazel could almost see his smirk.
“What?” She asked, sneering.
“Nothing. Just wanted to know how it went today.” he said, as he walked with Hazel.
“Just how it goes every other day. Seems like Mercury didn’t have the energy to criticize me today, though. He was silent. It was creeping me out.”
“Really? Huh. Never would’ve thought he’d eventually shut up.” the armored one snarked.
“Can you take that damn helmet off? It’s hard to hear you.”
He sighed, twisting the releases on the neck and yanking his mask off, letting his brown, relaxed curls fall down. His eyes, however, were just a bit more green. “Happy?”
“Very. Thanks, Felix.” Hazel nodded.
“Yeah, yeah.” he said as they made their way to what appeared to be a commons area and took their place. “So, he seriously didn’t say anything?”
“No. Dead silence. Think he’s dead?”
“Maybe Kuro finally found her way in this hellhole.”
“You think if that happened, we wouldn’t hear Jade’s annoying, mocking voice over the PA telling us to get our shit together and kill her? And that first to do it gets a prize? That’s literally why we’re here. To be assassins and kill Kuro. Or, why the others are here, anyway.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I don’t have a problem with Kuro, but being an assassin sounds pretty fucking cool. You get to use badass weapons and shit, all the time. You’re stealthy as hell and no one can read you.”
“PLEASE!” Hazel grinned. “You’re an open book.”
“Really? Am I REALLY?”
“Actually, more like a trashy tabloid no one reads.”
“In that case, Jade’s a teenage girl.”
“Jade’s a teenage girl no matter which way you look at him. With a name like ‘Jade Winters’, who the fuck can you blame?”
“Your name is Felix Scotts.”
“So? My name sounds great. Felix is a great name. Shut up.”
“It literally sounds like a play on the word ‘Scout’. Your name might as well be ‘Felix Scouts’. Your main job here is to scout locations and get the fuck out. That’s so fucking stupid, do you know that?”
“Maybe I do! I had to think of my own name, alright? Sorry I’m not named after a containment unit with a bad history and a K instead of a C.”
“Fuck off, I run this place.” Hazel sassed.
“Bet your sister could run it better.”
“I WILL ACTUALLY STAB YOU, DON’T THINK FOR A FUCKING SECOND I WON’T.” Hazel cried, shoving Felix. She, well, she didn’t do much, because of the whole armor thing.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Felix smiled.
“You’d be cute covered in blood and convulsing on the floor.” Hazel deadpanned.
“You really DO take after your sister!” Felix smirked.
“YOU MET HER ONCE AND SHE SCREAMED AT YOU TO GET OUT OF HER WAY!” Hazel shot back.
“But she was a stone cold bitch! I’m sure if you asked, Mercury would tell you the same thing!”
Hazel chuckled, then full-on laughed. “That’s a funny joke. My father doing anything but speaking in cryptic code that takes four hours to figure out. Nice one. You know, for being the leader of an assassin ring, Mercury is seriously the biggest fucking loser I know. And I know you, Felix. You’re a fucking dork."
“At least I can do my job.” Felix smirked in return.
“Oh, wow. You can stick a knife in an unknowing victim. Applause. Applause for Felix Scotts. Applause.” Hazel shook her head.
“…You know, I really don’t think I need your sass.” Felix chuckled.
“My sass? Look at you, sir 'Has a joke for literally fucking everything!’”
“Oh, wow. Good one, Hazel. Your astounding wit continues to shock and impress me.”
“THAT, RIGHT THERE, IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN.” Hazel snapped.
“You two might as well get married already. Honestly, I can hear wedding bells.” A voice rang out, as heavy boots clacked on the floor. A suit, exact in design to the one Felix wore, save for the golden coloration in place of the blue, entered with a strut.
“Oh, wonderful. The icy cold presence of Jade Winters has entered the room. Everyone, get your fires going. This is sure to be cold, just like his heart.” Felix snapped.
“Your words can hurt others, Felix. I’d remember that.” Jade smiled, putting up a shockingly convincing pained expression.
“Cute.” Felix sighed. Under his helmet, he felt a slight blush.
“You are.” Jade’s eyes flickered.
“Oh, for the love of god.” Hazel muttered. “Please, either fuck and get this sexual tension out of the way and move on, or one of you leave the room. Because you could seriously cut the tension with a knife.”
“Hate to make this awkward. I’ll be leaving, then. Be sure to send me my invite to the reception.” Jade nodded, making his best attempt to blow a kiss, before leaving the room.
“Couldn’t even take his helmet off to talk with us. Rude.” Felix sighed.
“How the fuck did you ever manage to find him attractive?” Hazel snapped.
“Hey, you can’t deny he has a vibe going on.” Felix said, in his own defense.
“Oh, whoops. I guess I just can’t feel his ~vibe~. Fuck off, Felix.”
“I have no defense! He’s attractive and he was lovable at the time. He wasn’t always an assh-“
“Yes, he was.”
“….I have no argument.”
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The rush of a fight is exhilarating.
Her hands clenched blades, her arms swinging the sharpened weapons at her attacker, using her inherited flexibility and acquired quick thinking to maneuver around her opponent’s advances and slink her way around until she found the perfect spot.
The rush of a fight is exciting.
Her feet moved quickly, making kicks to attack and disarm her foe, using the blades to swipe at her aggressive enemy. She jumped into a spin kick, nailing her attacker across the face and plunging the blade into her attacker’s neck.
The rush of a fight is shocking.
She stood back and tried to reclaim her breath as the attacker fell to the ground, convulsing and screaming in guttural growls as blood sputtered across the floor. She had no pity in her eyes. Then, the simulation ended, the hologram dissipating.
The rush of a fight was great. But it wasn’t for Hazel. Not in the least.
But what could she do? It was her job, her way of life. The way she’d been raised explicitly required her to be a natural killer. Just like her sister.
But she wasn’t her sister. She wasn’t a natural assassin, capable with knives, pistols, snipers, and whatever the fuck she wanted. She was a great fighter, sure, but that was due to years and years of training. Killing was the part she couldn’t stand.
To take a life, was to take her own morality. And, honestly, Hazel couldn’t think clearly after she’d killed people. She was wondering what repercussion the family would feel, if they had a partner, what they were like, who they loved. She couldn’t do it.
Hazel wasn’t Kuro.
And she’d be fine with that. If he was.
But he wasn’t. Her father was not fine with that, in any way. It was always ‘your sister could’ve done that twice as fast, and killed a few more. Speed up.’ She wasn’t her goddamn sister, but Daddy didn’t understand that. Kuro Kage was a natural born killer. Hazel Kage, was not.
She was a natural fighter, not a killer. She could never be a killer. She waited for the stinging words from her only remaining family member, over the PA. ‘She could’ve been quicker/more ruthless/more elegant.’ But they didn’t come.
Hazel looked around, confused. Her father had nothing to say.
She shrugged it off and exited the training room in a rush, as a few boys and girls entered. There was something about underaged killers that Mercury Kage liked. Which was just was fucked up as it sounded. If they were taken young, they could train longer. Grow up without morals.
Mercury raised Kuro without morals. He let her kill, and kill, and train, and train, without any sense of morality. She learned of emotion on her own accord. And he tried to raise Hazel the same way.
He was a villainous genius. And that’s what made him so scary. It’s why Kuro Kage hadn’t bothered to find the man, or take him down. Because if he wasn’t bothering her, she didn’t want to get involved with him.
Or that’s what Hazel assumed. No one, out of every assassin-in-training Mercury kept in their training facility, knew Kuro Kage personally. And that might’ve made it easier for them to want to slit her throat and drain her like a slab of meat in a butcher’s shop.
Well, one person did. They’d only bumped into each other once, and the Kuro got extremely angry, but he knew her.
As Hazel walked down the hall, brushing past a few other teens, she was quickly derailed from her train of thought when an armored finger tapped her shoulder.
She spun, stepping back from the grey and blue armored man. He was slightly taller, probably about four inches, and despite having a tinted, V-shaped visor across his helmet the length of his nose, just enough to give him a full field of vision, Hazel could almost see his smirk.
“What?” She asked, sneering.
“Nothing. Just wanted to know how it went today.” he said, as he walked with Hazel.
“Just how it goes every other day. Seems like Mercury didn’t have the energy to criticize me today, though. He was silent. It was creeping me out.”
“Really? Huh. Never would’ve thought he’d eventually shut up.” the armored one snarked.
“Can you take that damn helmet off? It’s hard to hear you.”
He sighed, twisting the releases on the neck and yanking his mask off, letting his brown, relaxed curls fall down. His eyes, however, were just a bit more green. “Happy?”
“Very. Thanks, Felix.” Hazel nodded.
“Yeah, yeah.” he said as they made their way to what appeared to be a commons area and took their place. “So, he seriously didn’t say anything?”
“No. Dead silence. Think he’s dead?”
“Maybe Kuro finally found her way in this hellhole.”
“You think if that happened, we wouldn’t hear Jade’s annoying, mocking voice over the PA telling us to get our shit together and kill her? And that first to do it gets a prize? That’s literally why we’re here. To be assassins and kill Kuro. Or, why the others are here, anyway.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I don’t have a problem with Kuro, but being an assassin sounds pretty fucking cool. You get to use badass weapons and shit, all the time. You’re stealthy as hell and no one can read you.”
“PLEASE!” Hazel grinned. “You’re an open book.”
“Really? Am I REALLY?”
“Actually, more like a trashy tabloid no one reads.”
“In that case, Jade’s a teenage girl.”
“Jade’s a teenage girl no matter which way you look at him. With a name like ‘Jade Winters’, who the fuck can you blame?”
“Your name is Felix Scotts.”
“So? My name sounds great. Felix is a great name. Shut up.”
“It literally sounds like a play on the word ‘Scout’. Your name might as well be ‘Felix Scouts’. Your main job here is to scout locations and get the fuck out. That’s so fucking stupid, do you know that?”
“Maybe I do! I had to think of my own name, alright? Sorry I’m not named after a containment unit with a bad history and a K instead of a C.”
“Fuck off, I run this place.” Hazel sassed.
“Bet your sister could run it better.”
“I WILL ACTUALLY STAB YOU, DON’T THINK FOR A FUCKING SECOND I WON’T.” Hazel cried, shoving Felix. She, well, she didn’t do much, because of the whole armor thing.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Felix smiled.
“You’d be cute covered in blood and convulsing on the floor.” Hazel deadpanned.
“You really DO take after your sister!” Felix smirked.
“YOU MET HER ONCE AND SHE SCREAMED AT YOU TO GET OUT OF HER WAY!” Hazel shot back.
“But she was a stone cold bitch! I’m sure if you asked, Mercury would tell you the same thing!”
Hazel chuckled, then full-on laughed. “That’s a funny joke. My father doing anything but speaking in cryptic code that takes four hours to figure out. Nice one. You know, for being the leader of an assassin ring, Mercury is seriously the biggest fucking loser I know. And I know you, Felix. You’re a fucking dork."
“At least I can do my job.” Felix smirked in return.
“Oh, wow. You can stick a knife in an unknowing victim. Applause. Applause for Felix Scotts. Applause.” Hazel shook her head.
“…You know, I really don’t think I need your sass.” Felix chuckled.
“My sass? Look at you, sir 'Has a joke for literally fucking everything!’”
“Oh, wow. Good one, Hazel. Your astounding wit continues to shock and impress me.”
“THAT, RIGHT THERE, IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN.” Hazel snapped.
“You two might as well get married already. Honestly, I can hear wedding bells.” A voice rang out, as heavy boots clacked on the floor. A suit, exact in design to the one Felix wore, save for the golden coloration in place of the blue, entered with a strut.
“Oh, wonderful. The icy cold presence of Jade Winters has entered the room. Everyone, get your fires going. This is sure to be cold, just like his heart.” Felix snapped.
“Your words can hurt others, Felix. I’d remember that.” Jade smiled, putting up a shockingly convincing pained expression.
“Cute.” Felix sighed. Under his helmet, he felt a slight blush.
“You are.” Jade’s eyes flickered.
“Oh, for the love of god.” Hazel muttered. “Please, either fuck and get this sexual tension out of the way and move on, or one of you leave the room. Because you could seriously cut the tension with a knife.”
“Hate to make this awkward. I’ll be leaving, then. Be sure to send me my invite to the reception.” Jade nodded, making his best attempt to blow a kiss, before leaving the room.
“Couldn’t even take his helmet off to talk with us. Rude.” Felix sighed.
“How the fuck did you ever manage to find him attractive?” Hazel snapped.
“Hey, you can’t deny he has a vibe going on.” Felix said, in his own defense.
“Oh, whoops. I guess I just can’t feel his ~vibe~. Fuck off, Felix.”
“I have no defense! He’s attractive and he was lovable at the time. He wasn’t always an assh-“
“Yes, he was.”
“….I have no argument.”