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Post by Krispey on Jul 26, 2007 21:36:10 GMT -5
Brown tresses flowed to the girl's waist-line, swaying in the brief breeze that rode throughout the area. Her eyes were down, as though they could peer through the dark water that came up to her ankles. Then, she looked out on the rest of the lake, the moonlight glistening off of it's surface.
Maya's heart dropped as she thought back to just yesterday when Arkady confessed what had happened between Dementia and himself. Sure, it hurt her, but Maya had decided to try not to dwell upon it. That would only cause hermore pain and hurt than what she needed.
Her shoulders lifted into a slight shrug as she inhaled deeply, before ehaling with an exsasperated sigh. Her clothes were nothing but a thin T-shirt, and normal blue-jeans. Wow, Had Arkady taken her sense of fashion as well as the broken pieces of her heart? Apparently.... Maya then took off in the fastest sprint she could manage in the water, the water reaching her waist. before she put her arms infront of her, diving into the cool water.
Strong strokes took her further out into the water. It was moments before she submerged. Although her toes could easily tap the ground, Maya kept herself afloat by tredding the water, before taking off toward the shore in a calm back-stroke. That little dip was refreshing, and it actually kept her mind off of Arkady. She didn't care if she had never seen him again...But at the same time, she did.
Then, she finally stood, the water up to mid-thigh on her. She ran her wet hand from her face to her hair, making her way back to the shore of the lake
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Post by Deon on Jul 26, 2007 22:01:07 GMT -5
Target: Mayanalea Saloon.
It was a simple command issued to him in a call from his boss in his cushy office at the government headquarters. Of course, the boss would never grace him with his voice. His secretary gave him the order. He was to bring her back alive, like all the rest of them. Just alive enough so that their bodies can be examined, dissected, torn apart and put back together, tested, by those men in the white coats with minds of the type he couldn't even imagine.
Marshall was gliding under the dark, deep waters of the center of the lake, his cat-like eyes easily piercing through the darkness and amplifying whatever traces of light from the moon that filtered through the trees and fell onto the lake in pale pools of its own. Water was pumped continually over his gills as he moved, filling his lungs with the sweet, pure oxygen from the clean water. It was always better than that smog in the air. He could smell the scent of her skin enter the water, and she never left his second vision that was able to feel the electric fields that her muscles sent off. It was impossible for her to get away.
He made sure to avoid her, slinking off into the darkness like a bottom feeder at the floor of the lake, watching her every move, though she could not see him through the darkness with her inferior eyesight. Finally it was time for him to make his move. Swimming as fast as he could, with powerful dolphin kicks under the water, he shot up from below, behind her, out of the water with a splash. He pounced on top of her, intending to take her down into the water, baring his sharp shark's teeth. They stood out in the dim moonlight, like numerous small daggers in his mouth.
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Post by Krispey on Jul 26, 2007 22:12:38 GMT -5
Maya felt her legs giveway as a heavy figure, just out of no where, pounced her. He was way heavier than her, which is why she found herself under the water, once more.It all happened so fast that she was just barely able to let out a high-pitched shriek before she was take under. What the hell? Maya hoped that it was all just a joke, her brother Nashino playing a prank on her, but her instincts told her otherwise.
While under the water, one of her long legs pulled back before thrusting with force at the mysterious stranger, aimed at anywhere possible. Maya had forced her eyes open, but all she could make out was a bulky figure. With the hopeful distraction of kicking the stranger, Maya quickly resurfaced, taking in a deep breath, turning, taking off in a paniced swim toard the shore. Why me? What'd I do to deserve being nearly drowned?!? Maya was a great swimmer, and she moved hastily throughout the water, though not as fast as she would have had she not been wearing a T-shirt two sizes bigger than her normal size, and blue jeans. She was already getting tired.
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Post by Deon on Jul 26, 2007 22:20:21 GMT -5
Maya's heel came in contact directly with the tender flesh of Marshall's nose, smashing into the cartilage. The ball of her foot and her toes went into his left eye -- he rolled them into the back of his head and let out an inhuman roar of pain from the areas. Her action only infuriated him. He dove back into the water and once again went after her with powerful kicks, his body streamlined to be more hydrodynamic as he slid through the liquid with ease.
He navigated only by the electric fields emitting from the thrashing of her panicked muscles -- it was easy to tell when someone was desperate to get away. Her heart was beating in faster convulsions, her lungs were filling up and deflating in rapid gasps, and her arms and legs were moving quickly to close the distance between herself and the shore.
Not so fast, sweetie. Come back to Uncle Marshall, won't you?
He opened his mouth as he was getting closer and chomped down, hoping to catch her heel, but found nothing but empty water between his teeth. A miss. Damn. She was getting closer to the end of the lake. Must swim faster. One more bite. This time he caught part of her jeans in his teeth, and immediately began shaking his head like a dog that had caught a rope, and was playing tug-o-war, trying to drag her under the water, where she couldn't breathe, where she couldn't hear, where she couldn't see, where she was helpless, but he, the perfect predator, was in his prime element.
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Post by Krispey on Jul 26, 2007 22:38:28 GMT -5
Uggh!! Damn these clothes!! They were holding her back...And so was something else!! That thing had her pant leg! Well, maybe it wasn't a thing, because after all, it had let out a roar after Maya had kicked it. But how could it be anything other than a thing? Humans didn't bit like that!! Then, Maya felt herself underwater again, her eyes closed. Her pants were nearly being ripped off of her, the water around her swishing violently as the thing sook it's head back and forth. Maya's hands went for the buttons of her jeans, quickly unbuttoning them. They slid right off of her body, revealing girly boxers. She felt free, and once again, took off toward the shore...She wasn't too far off. She felt free, and not as weighed down as she was before. But what was that thing? That's what Sheee wanted to know.
And afterall, things only chased you if you showed fear, and trust, Maya was scared, but she wasn't going to show this thing that any longer by swimming away from it. And with that said, she stood while in mid stroke, her eyes on the water, "Who or what are you. and why the hell are you trying to drown me?!?" She asked in a desperate plea. Before she was nearly drowned to death, she wanted to know who it was done by, and what for. Her eyes stayed on the shimmering water, hopeing that the thing would submerge.
She stood there, holding her elbow in her hand, glancing around, a look as though she were about to break out in tears any second now on her face.
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Post by Deon on Jul 29, 2007 12:49:49 GMT -5
OoC: Okay, so when do you want her to finally go down and get taken to headquarters?
Marshall growled angrily as he felt the pants go slack and slip off of Maya's legs. He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge the fabric from his teeth, to no avail. Finally he opened his mouth wide, and ripped the pants leg from the trap of his dagger-like teeth with his hand. During this time of inaction Maya took advantage of his pause in the chase and began to swim away. Her electric field tugged in his brain, alerting him of her frantic departure. Marshall was getting more and more angered with every stroke. He dove back into the water, his gills opening once more to filter through it that delicious oxygen, and swam underneath towards her.
But there was something wrong. She stopped. Marshall could feel the erratic, fast beating of her heart through the massive electric field the contracting muscle sent out. At least, massive to his super-sensitive electroreceptors, but that was beside the point. His keen ears picked up the sound of her voice even from underneath the water. She was getting shallow now - she would most likely see him underneath the water if he attempted to get behind her. His fin stuck out from underneath the water, that fearful sign of the advent of the perfect predator driven to kill no matter what, as a prelude to him breaking the water.
Water dripped down his sinister face, his crooked nose, deep-set glittering green eyes, the pores on his face that sensed the electric fields, his thick neck, bulging muscles. The gray tint on his skin was magnified by the color-draining properties of the sparse patches of moonlight that gave the scene an eerie, nightmare-like quality. His lips twisted into a malicious smile, as if it pained him to perform the foreign action, just before he answered her question in that booming, threatening voice of his.
"Let's talk about you, sweetie. Yer my prey, and I want you alive. So don' worry about drowning... jest yet." His dangerous teeth were bared, shining in the light as he spoke. He separated his jaws once more and dove at her, waiting for the time he could sink down on her delicious flesh.
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Post by Krispey on Jul 29, 2007 14:18:26 GMT -5
OOC: LOl! Now's fine!
Maya was still confused. The shark-man called her his 'prey'. What was this? Jaws? He was human, but not so much...He had to have been genetically mutated. He then opened his mouth, the moon light glinting off of the pearly whites.Oh, but they were sharp...Too sharp.
As he lunged at her, Maya lifted her hands, a dark shadowy flame appearing. She thrust her hands forward, the flame, acting as a blow torch, would scorch Marshall's face. Maya let her hands drop before turning toward the shore of the lake, taking off in a sprint. Well, not so much as sprint, seeing how her steps had a little spring into them. The water was too shallow to swim, and too deep to run properly.
Was this one of the kidnappings her brother Nashino had told her about? Never in a million years did she think it would be her getting kidnapped, but it was, and if she did get captured, she'd...She'd....She didn't know what she would do, but she was sure her brother Nashino wouldn't go for it, and would do the best he could to get her back.
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Post by Deon on Jul 29, 2007 20:24:59 GMT -5
Marshall let out an inhuman snarl as the fire singed his face, though it didn't do too much to his wet skin. He was quickly able to shake off the slight pain and dove back into the waters, further relieving his slightly burned skin. She was going to pay for that. He didn't even need his senses to tell which way she was going - a trail of bubbles and the broken currents spoke for themselves. He swam underneath the shallow waters and grabbed her ankle with a strong hand unexpectedly. She let out a startled cry and fell over from the sudden inability to put her next foot in front of her.
"Where do you think yer goin', huh?!" Marshall demanded angrily. His biceps bulging, he began dragging her back into the deeper water, despite her desperately thrashing limbs. Her face was repeatedly going in and out of the water, and soon enough she wouldn't be able to get enough air through the long pauses and sudden bursts. She kicked him in the nose again, and Marshall yowled, though this only made him angrier. He clawed at her other ankle, attempting to get her flailing feet under control, and broke the skin with his gritty nails. He could smell the few tiny drops of blood in the water as soon as it left their veins... the delicious, rusty, salty smell... so... alluring...
In the next moments he was barely able to think about what he was doing, except that he was trying to keep himself from sinking his teeth into her skin, cracking the bones between his jaws, eating that delicate raw flesh... He was barely conscious of his hand as it moved to press her head down into the water, despite her thrashing arms and fingers and nails that dragged down his own skin, trying to get his hand off of her head so she could breathe. She was so warm... so fresh... How horrible it must feel, to gasp in only water, to be surrounded by lack of air, to be unable to perform the only function entirely ingrained in your being. Just a nibble... It wouldn't kill her. No... no... wouldn't kill her.
But perhaps what he was doing now would. She had suddenly stopped thrashing. Marshall could still see the electric field emitted from her heart, faintly beating. She wasn't dead. Good. She wouldn't be much use if she was dead. Especially if she started rotting. He carefully lifted his hand from her head. She remained motionless, face down in the water. He took a couple of deep breaths, covering the scratch on her leg with his hand. Even though he couldn't smell the blood as much any more, the feeling on his hands... the warm liquid... Just a tiny bite... Hannibal the Cannibal...
He shook his head violently and dragged her out of the water, not bothering to check if she was still breathing. Marshall slung her over his strong shoulders as if she was a sack of potatoes and slinked off into the night.
((I wanted him to bite her, but I didn't know if that would be okay... So I didn't. Also, continued in headquarters...))
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