Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 13:34:21 GMT -8
Phil was drunk, and horny, and he knew that he wanted the scared girl in front of him real bad.
He grabbed her round the waist and pulled her into an alleyway.
"Please! I don't want-"
"Shhhh, sweetheart. Daddy Phil's gonna make it all better!"
He put a hand over her mouth and pushed her out of the wall -
and then he saw something moving in the darkness -
a fist came out of nowhere and hit him in the side, causing him to lose his grip and the girl to run away -
and then he was the one pushed against the wall.
Cazador held the man still while he flicked a switch on his goggles. They lit up, illuminating the alleyway. Then he pulled out a spray can and aimed it at the wall, still holding the man. The can hissed like a cat as he pulled the trigger.
I AM CAZADOR
The spray paint was a formula he'd been working on for a while. It would disappear in a few minutes after reacting with the air.
I'M LOOKING FOR THE BLOOD EAGLES
I KNOW THEY'RE HERE
WHERE ARE THEY
The man began to cry, and vomited beer all over him.
"P-p-please! I don't know what you're talking about."
Cazador studied him for a moment, then:
I BELIEVE YOU
"Oh, thank Je-"
There was a 'phoot' as he shot the man at point blank range with his silenced pistol. With his left hand, he shut off his goggle-light.
He felt utterly humiliated. And it wasn't just the fact that he was dripping with vomited. Of course some random drunk guy wouldn't know anything about the Blood Eagles. He was being stupid.
He grabbed her round the waist and pulled her into an alleyway.
"Please! I don't want-"
"Shhhh, sweetheart. Daddy Phil's gonna make it all better!"
He put a hand over her mouth and pushed her out of the wall -
and then he saw something moving in the darkness -
a fist came out of nowhere and hit him in the side, causing him to lose his grip and the girl to run away -
and then he was the one pushed against the wall.
Cazador held the man still while he flicked a switch on his goggles. They lit up, illuminating the alleyway. Then he pulled out a spray can and aimed it at the wall, still holding the man. The can hissed like a cat as he pulled the trigger.
I AM CAZADOR
The spray paint was a formula he'd been working on for a while. It would disappear in a few minutes after reacting with the air.
I'M LOOKING FOR THE BLOOD EAGLES
I KNOW THEY'RE HERE
WHERE ARE THEY
The man began to cry, and vomited beer all over him.
"P-p-please! I don't know what you're talking about."
Cazador studied him for a moment, then:
I BELIEVE YOU
"Oh, thank Je-"
There was a 'phoot' as he shot the man at point blank range with his silenced pistol. With his left hand, he shut off his goggle-light.
He felt utterly humiliated. And it wasn't just the fact that he was dripping with vomited. Of course some random drunk guy wouldn't know anything about the Blood Eagles. He was being stupid.