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#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush
#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush. Clara had spent the last 8 hours waiting outside the warehouse of Vincent Algedda, a weapons dealer selling high quality ice wands to the highest bidder. Completing this operation could be useful, she'd have something to brag about to her brother...which she couldn't anyways but Clara still felt proud. One of the guards turned to the Lazarus agent, and gasped when he caught sight of her moments before drawing his gun. "Guys we've got an agent over here!" he yelled, stepping towards her. Clara looked the man dead in the eyes as she casted fear into the middle-aged man, and saw lines of blood snake around his irises. Her power over him would get stronger based on his fear and made his heart beat faster than usual, and his fear at the lack of control he had and what was even happening added even more power to Clara. his heart was beating even faster, which freaked him out, which made the power increase, which made his heart beat even more, and after a few more seconds of that hellish cycle he had a heart attack and crashed to the ground, accidentally discharging his gun and filling his stomach with flaming led for a few more seconds. Clara cringed, not at the death, just at a single spider crawling on the tree next to her. Two other guards ran out the warehouse, attracted by the noise no doubt. They were wearing black helmets. Clara cursed. her fearsight was useless now. They looked at the corpse then at Clara, and then began attacking. The agent ran behind trees, dodging waves of gunfire from one of the men and oil blasts from the other, the second firing in front of the first, basically making long streams of flames that doused the forest. Clara focused and closed her eyes, and called upon a demon, any demon at all , to help her in her time of need. Suddenly, her eyes turned black and she found herself filled with unnatural stamina and tacticallnes. she ran over to the first guard, dodging blasts left and right as they ripped apart the ground beneath her. When she gained enough speed, she jumped on the man and twisted his arm so that it faces the second guard, all in the span of a second. The blasts of oil were still coming out of the man's hands and he could only watchs as gallons upon gallons of oil slammed into the guard's gu. which was still firing, casuing both it and it's owner to burst into flames.the first guard screamed in terror moments before being silenced with a heelstomp to the throat. Clara began walking towards the warehouse. She needed to find Vincent. The only sign she was damaged at all was a single burn mark on her left ear. 2 more guards ran out of the warehouse, guns blazing. they were not wearing helmets....two heart explosions later, and they were deader than disco. Clara finally entered the warehouse to the site of ,30 men over a table covered with ice wands, at the far end Vincent stood, staring Clara right in her violet eyes. Clara began letting fearsight do its job and the man fell to the ground, screaming bloody murder as his brain cracked and his lungs deflated just from how much force was put into them. some men scattered, grabbing the wands with them, others grabbed the wands and attacked Clara directly and while a few died immediately they quickly got the better of her, since they were so many and she was in a cramped area. They put a blindfold over Clara, tied her to a rusty chair, and slashed at her hands, preventing her calls to demons and paining her greatly. if only they knew that pain increased her intelligence. they just might have survived this ordeal. Clara could hear fierce arguing all around her in what sounded french. finally the blindfold was removed and she was greeted with 26 of the original 30 men, the others having been killed, either by her or the others for leaving and possibly spreading info. each and every one was not only wearing sunglasses but was also carrying a needle. it was simple why really: they wanted her to die a death of a thousand cuts that would be a s brutal and painful as possible without even nicking her arteries until the last ten minutes of the hour, where shed finally die. they had done the same to the past 9 other agents who challenged them. Clara had read about it in the file, the idea was of course Vincent's, who was also the man standing in the middle of the room, looking completely fine. Vincent raised his hand to Clara's face, before striking her across the cheek, causing the child to spit up blood a bit. during the slap Clara caught a flash of something green on his hand. it was a simple ring enchanted with nature magic that among other things like making him befeiend the forest enough to make them his warehouse, and turn into any animal he physically touched, it also had some regenerative properties. some of Clara's spit landed on the old man's shirt and he wiped it off, giving Clara a clear view to his eyes in the reflection of the ring. she took the opportunity and he screamed as his heart temporarily gave out and he collapsed, other gang member. noticing what she was doing grabbed the blindfold, but it was too late. the brief distraction was all she needed to stand up and ram into the people next to her,sending one of them cracshign into another one making a domino effect of falling criminals. One man threw a knife at her, and she twisted her body so that it cut the ropes instead, freeing one of her arms which she used to pick up that knife and throw it back at its original wielder. the blade sunk into his Adam's apple and h fell to the floor, frothing up blood the whole way down. Two men charged her, handguns at the ready, unaware that she could see their eyes in their reflection of the barrel. she put her all into her fearsight and they both dropped dead. she grabbed both of those guns and began blowing away some of the other criminals, but it was getting harder and harder. the stamina the demon brought her was npw gone and she found herself stabbed at multiple times, and while it was increasing her intelligence, it was still weakening her. Eventually, though she hated to admit it, she had grown fearful. she could actually die now. her best bet was to leave, something getting harder with every punch to her jaw, kick to her chest, and stab to her leg. Suddenly, Vincent tackeld her to the ground, and although she was mostly shielded by the chair the fall bloodied her nose on impact. "You think...your gonna....destroy my empire!" Vincent yelled in-between punching her in the face. Clara ripped a nail out of her leg and slammed it into his throat. he fell to the ground and his body grew cold. Clara grabbed the ring from him and began hidign between barrels as the conflict that oroianloy started because of her, escalated to a full scale brawl because one guy figured out someone had been screwing his wife. Clara's breath slowed as the blood seeped back inside her. it was a sensation that felt oddly satisfying to her. her intelligence dissipated but it was a small price to pay for being alive. once her her hands were healed, she called upon 2 demons, one of fire and one of strength, no one had used their wands yet and she didnt want to wait. in the end she only got to the demon of fire and we shrouded in flames that didn't hurt her, before being interrupted by a burning pain to the knee. her knee crunched like a toothpick under a brick but didn't. quite separate fully so that was good. she looked up and through her deteriorating vision she saw her attacker: Vincent now armed with a bloodied sledgehammer. "perhaps the reason he felt cold was just because he was a water mage, they do all naturally feel cold." she thought outloud feeling like she was knocking on the door of insanity due to how much pain she was in. Her intelligence increased immediately and she summoned her worst form yet: terror itself. A few days later the body of Vincent is found looking like a mangled steak rather than a normal human being. "his heart and liver were pulled out by force" said a news reporter. Luke Sared looked on at the television. "hey weren't you doing a case with that guy?" he asked. "of course not!" his sister replied, handing him some sweetbread. "anyways here's your food I guess" Luke ate his s sweetbread it truly was the most delicious thing his sister ever made. he particular liked the slight metallic taste at the end. and would often joke about it being blood...he never found out how right he was.
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush
#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush. Clara had spent the last 8 hours waiting outside the warehouse of Vincent Algedda, a weapons dealer selling high quality ice wands to the highest bidder. Completing this operation could be useful, she'd have something to brag about to her brother...which she couldn't anyways but Clara still felt proud. One of the guards turned to the Lazarus agent, and gasped when he caught sight of her moments before drawing his gun. "Guys we've got an agent over here!" he yelled, stepping towards her. Clara looked the man dead in the eyes as she casted fear into the middle-aged man, and saw lines of blood snake around his irises. Her power over him would get stronger based on his fear and made his heart beat faster than usual, and his fear at the lack of control he had and what was even happening added even more power to Clara. his heart was beating even faster, which freaked him out, which made the power increase, which made his heart beat even more, and after a few more seconds of that hellish cycle he had a heart attack and crashed to the ground, accidentally discharging his gun and filling his stomach with flaming led for a few more seconds. Clara cringed, not at the death, just at a single spider crawling on the tree next to her. Two other guards ran out the warehouse, attracted by the noise no doubt. They were wearing black helmets. Clara cursed. her fearsight was useless now. They looked at the corpse then at Clara, and then began attacking. The agent ran behind trees, dodging waves of gunfire from one of the men and oil blasts from the other, the second firing in front of the first, basically making long streams of flames that doused the forest. Clara focused and closed her eyes, and called upon a demon, any demon at all , to help her in her time of need. Suddenly, her eyes turned black and she found herself filled with unnatural stamina and tacticallnes. she ran over to the first guard, dodging blasts left and right as they ripped apart the ground beneath her. When she gained enough speed, she jumped on the man and twisted his arm so that it faces the second guard, all in the span of a second. The blasts of oil were still coming out of the man's hands and he could only watchs as gallons upon gallons of oil slammed into the guard's gu. which was still firing, casuing both it and it's owner to burst into flames.the first guard screamed in terror moments before being silenced with a heelstomp to the throat. Clara began walking towards the warehouse. She needed to find Vincent. The only sign she was damaged at all was a single burn mark on her left ear. 2 more guards ran out of the warehouse, guns blazing. they were not wearing helmets....two heart explosions later, and they were deader than disco. Clara finally entered the warehouse to the site of ,30 men over a table covered with ice wands, at the far end Vincent stood, staring Clara right in her violet eyes. Clara began letting fearsight do its job and the man fell to the ground, screaming bloody murder as his brain cracked and his lungs deflated just from how much force was put into them. some men scattered, grabbing the wands with them, others grabbed the wands and attacked Clara directly and while a few died immediately they quickly got the better of her, since they were so many and she was in a cramped area. They put a blindfold over Clara, tied her to a rusty chair, and slashed at her hands, preventing her calls to demons and paining her greatly. if only they knew that pain increased her intelligence. they just might have survived this ordeal. Clara could hear fierce arguing all around her in what sounded french. finally the blindfold was removed and she was greeted with 26 of the original 30 men, the others having been killed, either by her or the others for leaving and possibly spreading info. each and every one was not only wearing sunglasses but was also carrying a needle. it was simple why really: they wanted her to die a death of a thousand cuts that would be a s brutal and painful as possible without even nicking her arteries until the last ten minutes of the hour, where shed finally die. they had done the same to the past 9 other agents who challenged them. Clara had read about it in the file, the idea was of course Vincent's, who was also the man standing in the middle of the room, looking completely fine. Vincent raised his hand to Clara's face, before striking her across the cheek, causing the child to spit up blood a bit. during the slap Clara caught a flash of something green on his hand. it was a simple ring enchanted with nature magic that among other things like making him befeiend the forest enough to make them his warehouse, and turn into any animal he physically touched, it also had some regenerative properties. some of Clara's spit landed on the old man's shirt and he wiped it off, giving Clara a clear view to his eyes in the reflection of the ring. she took the opportunity and he screamed as his heart temporarily gave out and he collapsed, other gang member. noticing what she was doing grabbed the blindfold, but it was too late. the brief distraction was all she needed to stand up and ram into the people next to her,sending one of them cracshign into another one making a domino effect of falling criminals. One man threw a knife at her, and she twisted her body so that it cut the ropes instead, freeing one of her arms which she used to pick up that knife and throw it back at its original wielder. the blade sunk into his Adam's apple and h fell to the floor, frothing up blood the whole way down. Two men charged her, handguns at the ready, unaware that she could see their eyes in their reflection of the barrel. she put her all into her fearsight and they both dropped dead. she grabbed both of those guns and began blowing away some of the other criminals, but it was getting harder and harder. the stamina the demon brought her was npw gone and she found herself stabbed at multiple times, and while it was increasing her intelligence, it was still weakening her. Eventually, though she hated to admit it, she had grown fearful. she could actually die now. her best bet was to leave, something getting harder with every punch to her jaw, kick to her chest, and stab to her leg. Suddenly, Vincent tackeld her to the ground, and although she was mostly shielded by the chair the fall bloodied her nose on impact. "You think...your gonna....destroy my empire!" Vincent yelled in-between punching her in the face. Clara ripped a nail out of her leg and slammed it into his throat. he fell to the ground and his body grew cold. Clara grabbed the ring from him and began hidign between barrels as the conflict that oroianloy started because of her, escalated to a full scale brawl because one guy figured out someone had been screwing his wife. Clara's breath slowed as the blood seeped back inside her. it was a sensation that felt oddly satisfying to her. her intelligence dissipated but it was a small price to pay for being alive. once her her hands were healed, she called upon 2 demons, one of fire and one of strength, no one had used their wands yet and she didnt want to wait. in the end she only got to the demon of fire and we shrouded in flames that didn't hurt her, before being interrupted by a burning pain to the knee. her knee crunched like a toothpick under a brick but didn't. quite separate fully so that was good. she looked up and through her deteriorating vision she saw her attacker: Vincent now armed with a bloodied sledgehammer. "perhaps the reason he felt cold was just because he was a water mage, they do all naturally feel cold." she thought outloud feeling like she was knocking on the door of insanity due to how much pain she was in. Her intelligence increased immediately and she summoned her worst form yet: terror itself. A few days later the body of Vincent is found looking like a mangled steak rather than a normal human being. "his heart and liver were pulled out by force" said a news reporter. Luke Sared looked on at the television. "hey weren't you doing a case with that guy?" he asked. "of course not!" his sister replied, handing him some sweetbread. "anyways here's your food I guess" Luke ate his s sweetbread it truly was the most delicious thing his sister ever made. he particular liked the slight metallic taste at the end. and would often joke about it being blood...he never found out how right he was.
