SpikeOtacon
Jul 28, 2004, 03:42 PM
Price of Blood (Section one) Click here to read. (http://www.pso-world.com/viewtopic.php?topic=80805&forum=12&9)
Chapter 3:
Raziel sat inside Zuchovsky's closet, waiting for his return.
"You know, for a big-shot lawyer like him, his security system was really low." He said to himself while adjusting his Dagger to the highest possible setting. Sweat trickled down his face as the heat from the photon blade increased. He shut it off, and sat quietly, waiting.
After a few hours, as Raziel began to feel slightly woozy from the heat, he heard the front door's airlock loosen. Raziel let his muscles relax, preparing for a quick kill. He looked out of the air circulation slit on the closet door as he heard footsteps approaching. Each one echoing against the wall and sounding like a monsterous creature stomping around. Zuchovsky opened his bedroom door, coming in and moving over to his desk. Zuchovsky was quite the large man, and was balding mildly on the top back part of his head. Zuchovsky sat down on the chair in front of his desk and started to ruffle through some papers.
"Oi vey...what a day..." Zuchovsky said. The phone rang, and he nearly jumped from his skin. Raziel readied his blades. Zuchovsky picked up the phone.
"Hello? Yes, this is him. Oh Ms. Curtis! Yes..." Zuchovsky grabbed a datapad from his desk, and started to write in it using the stylus. A Sony MR-86, top of the line for basic needs. Raziel slowly started to edge open the door as Zuchovsky continued to talk, his back to Raziel's location.
"...Hahah, really? That boy's getting wilder and wilder every day now!..." Raziel slowly turned on his dagger as Zuchovsky let out a huge laugh. Raziel took a step from his hiding spot. Zuchovsky didn't seem to notice.
"...is that so? Well then, we'll have to watch the runt during the cookout." Zuchovsky set his datapad down, and Raziel took a few more steps, each step being preluded by a laugh of Zuchovsky's. Zuchovsky stopped talking for a moment. Raziel froze.
"Oh, ok. Well i'll give you a call back when I know for sure. Ok, ok. Talk to you later. Bye." Zuchovsky hung up the phone. Raziel moved quickly, but Zuchovsky heard a step and turned to see Raziel lifting his daggers. Zuchovsky let out a holler, and bull charged Raziel, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to drop the daggers. Zuchovsky's wieght made it hard for him to breathe. Raziel pushed with all his might, and Zuchovsky fell backwards. Raziel got up, his chest feeling like it was caving in, and tried to take a deep breath. He managed a small breath, then walked over to Zuchovsky, who was reaching for one of the daggers. Raziel let out a kick, knocking Zuchovsky's hand away from the dagger and kicked Zuchovsky in the side, by the Kidney. Zuchovsky let out a cry of pain, and landed on his other side, grasping his side where he was kicked. Raziel picked up one of the daggers and grabbed Zuchovsky by his neck, pulling him to his feet.
"...Mr.Zuchovsky, the verdict is in. You're guilty as charged." Raziel said, quickly getting behind Zuchovsky and slashing at his side with the dagger. Blood shot out from the side, and Zuchovsky's eyes widened. Raziel grabbed the top of Zuchovsky's head by the remaining hair, and slit Zuchovsky's throat. Zuchovsky's blood fountained from the new wound, and Zuchovsky fell to the ground, dead. Raziel felt his ribs ping with pain, and Raziel's anger erupted in an instant. Raziel let out a loud yell, and with both hands, grasped the dagger and dug into Zuchovsky's body. He slashed and stabbed for a few minutes, letting the fire in his viens thin out. Then he realized how much blood was on his suit, and left to into the bathroom to wash it off. After he got most of the telltale blood off, he left Zuchovsky's house. He called Black up on the radio.
"The case is closed." He said.
"Wonderful." Black responded.
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Chapter 3:
Raziel sat inside Zuchovsky's closet, waiting for his return.
"You know, for a big-shot lawyer like him, his security system was really low." He said to himself while adjusting his Dagger to the highest possible setting. Sweat trickled down his face as the heat from the photon blade increased. He shut it off, and sat quietly, waiting.
After a few hours, as Raziel began to feel slightly woozy from the heat, he heard the front door's airlock loosen. Raziel let his muscles relax, preparing for a quick kill. He looked out of the air circulation slit on the closet door as he heard footsteps approaching. Each one echoing against the wall and sounding like a monsterous creature stomping around. Zuchovsky opened his bedroom door, coming in and moving over to his desk. Zuchovsky was quite the large man, and was balding mildly on the top back part of his head. Zuchovsky sat down on the chair in front of his desk and started to ruffle through some papers.
"Oi vey...what a day..." Zuchovsky said. The phone rang, and he nearly jumped from his skin. Raziel readied his blades. Zuchovsky picked up the phone.
"Hello? Yes, this is him. Oh Ms. Curtis! Yes..." Zuchovsky grabbed a datapad from his desk, and started to write in it using the stylus. A Sony MR-86, top of the line for basic needs. Raziel slowly started to edge open the door as Zuchovsky continued to talk, his back to Raziel's location.
"...Hahah, really? That boy's getting wilder and wilder every day now!..." Raziel slowly turned on his dagger as Zuchovsky let out a huge laugh. Raziel took a step from his hiding spot. Zuchovsky didn't seem to notice.
"...is that so? Well then, we'll have to watch the runt during the cookout." Zuchovsky set his datapad down, and Raziel took a few more steps, each step being preluded by a laugh of Zuchovsky's. Zuchovsky stopped talking for a moment. Raziel froze.
"Oh, ok. Well i'll give you a call back when I know for sure. Ok, ok. Talk to you later. Bye." Zuchovsky hung up the phone. Raziel moved quickly, but Zuchovsky heard a step and turned to see Raziel lifting his daggers. Zuchovsky let out a holler, and bull charged Raziel, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to drop the daggers. Zuchovsky's wieght made it hard for him to breathe. Raziel pushed with all his might, and Zuchovsky fell backwards. Raziel got up, his chest feeling like it was caving in, and tried to take a deep breath. He managed a small breath, then walked over to Zuchovsky, who was reaching for one of the daggers. Raziel let out a kick, knocking Zuchovsky's hand away from the dagger and kicked Zuchovsky in the side, by the Kidney. Zuchovsky let out a cry of pain, and landed on his other side, grasping his side where he was kicked. Raziel picked up one of the daggers and grabbed Zuchovsky by his neck, pulling him to his feet.
"...Mr.Zuchovsky, the verdict is in. You're guilty as charged." Raziel said, quickly getting behind Zuchovsky and slashing at his side with the dagger. Blood shot out from the side, and Zuchovsky's eyes widened. Raziel grabbed the top of Zuchovsky's head by the remaining hair, and slit Zuchovsky's throat. Zuchovsky's blood fountained from the new wound, and Zuchovsky fell to the ground, dead. Raziel felt his ribs ping with pain, and Raziel's anger erupted in an instant. Raziel let out a loud yell, and with both hands, grasped the dagger and dug into Zuchovsky's body. He slashed and stabbed for a few minutes, letting the fire in his viens thin out. Then he realized how much blood was on his suit, and left to into the bathroom to wash it off. After he got most of the telltale blood off, he left Zuchovsky's house. He called Black up on the radio.
"The case is closed." He said.
"Wonderful." Black responded.
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