Enjoying the Veiw

"Can you believe it, Whisper? A whole city, flowing beneath our feet! A tightly packed barrel of fish, just waiting to be tipped over."Dreogan sat atop a high building over-looking Times Square. He raised up a sniper rifle that had lay in his lap, targets fluttering in and out of his crosshair. "Eeny.. Meeny.. Miney... Headshot." A silenced blast rang out on the rooftops, followed by the muffled sound of a body dropping to the ground.

"Uhm.. Master.. I.. I don't think that was the right target.." Whisper flinched at the strike she expected to come for questioning her Master, and she was quite right. Only moments after she froze up, a fist came down on her, "Shut it, whore! When I want to hear from dirt, I'll put my fucking ear to the ground!" Whisper curled into a ball just before Dreogan kicked at her. She began to cry a little, knowing he would take this as her trying to shield herself, something Dreogan did not enjoy.

Dreogan pulled a knife from his boot, and drug in along Whisper's neck. She shook in fear as the cold metal of the knife's blade touch against her vein, "What's wrong? You seemed so confident to speak out against me. Where's your courage now?" Dreogan drew the knife across her shoulder, and down her arm, leaving a long, open wound. Trickles of blood began to well up on the surface of her skin as she cried, and unwound herself from her ball.

Dreogan laughed, and kicked her in the stomach, "You're so pathetic. You're not even worth the pain I have brought you." He kicked her a second time, and then let her cry as he took up his gun once again. He pulled the bolt back, releasing the spent shell and loading a new one. The street was relatively clear now, with a people crowded around the body.

Dreogan has purposedly shot a different target. It was a hunting game, and he had to draw his prey out. What better way to bring out his prey than to take out his prey's mother? From the corner of his eye, Dreogan could see a man standing in the shadows, and as he focused the telescopic sight on his rifle at the man, he could see it was his target. His bait had worked.

"Good night."

(Holy shit, your character is awesome)

Nightshade frowned, as he saw the man on the building playing headshot. He saw vines creeping up the building, and traveled along those vines. "Who are you?" the white half of the plant asked bluntly. "Manners, my friend." the black half scolded the white. The creature stared at Whisper, and then at Dreogan. "Nice game you're playing." he said calmly.
"Also, shoot the guy wearing that brown shirt down there, his clothes are so out of style." the plant said conversationally.

Dreogan looked at the strange mutation that had scaled the building. His eyes we're blank, yet they held an almost demonic, threatening gaze. Dreogan simply pulled the bolt back on his rifle, and let loose another shot without dropping his eyes from the plant's. Who ever looked would have seen it was a shot straight through the heart, a brown shirt now stained darker.

"Master? What is that..?" Whisper rose to her feet, timidly stepping behind Dreogan. She pushed her body up against his, trying to distract him, or calm him down. She couldn't take seeing anyone else die, and she couldn't take any more abuse.

"Shut it, slave, lest I feed you to this mutant." Dreogan's eyes never left the mutant's, even as he drew his pistol. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you, you ugly motherfucker." Dreogan pulled back the slide on his sidearm and pointed it at the mutant, his finger shaking, ready to squeeze the trigger and discover what color blood this thing held.

Nightshade smiled. It was pretty scary, and just looked wrong. He chuckled. "Why you should kill me? Well, I have lots of reasons for that. In fact, I have a job for you." the creature said. "You love to kill, correct?" he asked. "Well, how about you work as an assain for me? I'll pay you for your services. And you can do whatever you want to the victims I assign you. You can rape, torture, or just outright kill. And you get paid for this." he laughed.

Dreogan kept his pistol trained on the mutant's head even after it stopped talking. Never trust a man, that was Dreogan's motto. Whisper hid her eyes when the creature smiled, but Dreogan simply grinned right back. "I like it.. Money, sex, and death.."

Whisper wrapped her arms tightly around her Master. She couldn't bare to see him kill more people, especially the kind of people a mutant such as this would want dead. What could she do though? She was just a slave to him, a toy that he played with, then kicked around. She had no voice in his ears, just various forms of moans and screams.

"Who do I kill first?Dreogan said with a wicked smirk.

Nightshade smiled. "First, I need to test you." he said. He handed the man a sheet of paper. "A buisness owner is here on vacation. His family, his supermodel wife, twin sons, and one daughter are here too. The man is going to bulldoze my forest. I want him and his family dead. Do what you want with them, just make sure they can not cause me trouble. I'll pay you 300,000 for this first job."

Dreogan looked at the paper. He felt insulted as he heard what the mutant said. "Are you kidding me? I could put a fucking bullet in your skull from 3 miles away with this thing,"he shook the sniper rifle,"and my test is to kill some fat-cat business shithead and his little shitlets? Unbelievable." Dreogan said as he walked off. He would complain, but he would get the job done.

----Somewhere on Vacation----

Dreogan order Whisper to pull their tiny motorboat onto the shore as he checked all of his equipment. "Stay here, and don't get seen, slut." Whisper nodded and sat down in the sand. She waited until Dreogan was a good ways away down the beach until she began to draw in the sand.

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She smiled to herself. Why couldn't he be like he used to? She missed her days when they weren't filled with the stench of death, or the pain that he caused her. She missed being lazy, or lieing in bed with him. What had happened?

Dreogan walked quickly up the beach, his heart pumping adrenaline throughout his body as his mind calculated a plan. He drew a pistol as he kicked in the door. One bullet, through the head of one of his sons. A second into his daughters heart. He began to quickly run through the house, checking rooms for any more targets. Luck was on his side, as he popped his head into the second twin's room. He pulled the boy from beneath his bed, and began to shot. [color=red]"Come out, come out, where ever you are! I have your son. Why don't you come and watch me rip out his heart, or are you too scared, you fat pussy?!" He drew his knife, making quick slices along the boys face. The child screamed in pain, a call to his parents that their cub was in trouble.

As Dreogan saw the mother poke her head out, he slit the throat of their son, and kicked him to the floor. He stared deep into the mother's eyes, licking the blood from his knife, [color=red]"Come on out to play." Dreogan dropped his knife back into it's sheathe, and drew his pistol again. He shot through the wall, and heard a thump and a loud groan.

"Oh God, oh God! Please, have mercy on us! We'll do whatever you want!" The mother shrieked as she flung herself over her husband. "Good.."Dreogan said with a menacing tone.

Dreogan grabbed the wife, tearing away at her clothes with a sinister laugh. The man tried to get up, but a well-placed bullet splintered his knee-cap and any hope he had of standing up for a long time. Dreogan continued to tear away at the wife's clothes, before throwing her over a table and forcing himself into her. "Ha.. Look at him, bitch! Let him see you!" Dreogan forced the woman to turn her head. "What's wrong, Fat-Cat? You look mad. Is it because you can't show your wife a good time like I can?" Dreogan laughed between thrusts, gripping the woman's flesh so tightly that he was scraping chunks out of her with his nails.

Dreogan's breathes grew heavier and heavier. He looked at the man as he drew his knife, and smile. The knife gleamed in the light and the already existant blood on it almost glowed. He put the knife to the woman's neck, biting into her shoulder and tearing away a piece of flesh. "Haha.. What a good girl you had here." "Had?" The man questioned. Dreogan sliced his blade across the woman's neck just as he reached climax, sighing as he felt her warm blood on his head.

He pushed her body away after fixing himself, and kneeled down to the man, "You've pissed the wrong people off, my friend. You should have learned to treat the environment better. Hippies can be very dangerous." One last bullet for the old man himself. Before leaving, Dreogan returned to all the bodies, taking several pictures of each as proof of his deed, and for his own enjoyment later on.

Whisper looked up as she heard sand shifting underneath boots. Dreogan, covered in blood, was walking quickly back towards her. She jumped up immediately, preparing the boat and trying to ignore all the blood as Dreogan boarded.

----Back in New York----

Dreogan sat atop a roof, his gun trained on a small child. He watched it leaned down to pick up a lucky penny, then as it dropped to the ground, it's small hand still in it's mother's. He laughed as the mother screamed loud enough for it to reach him several stories up.

Dreogan had decided to simply wait for the mutant to find him, as it had not given him anywhere to meet it. Whisper was curled up in a ball. She had seen the pictures, and knew he had killed them all, and even raped the wife. She knew he would do it, but she loved him, and somehow felt betrayed. Whisper's eyes were red and puffy, swollen from hours and hours of crying. The only reason she was no longer crying was because she simply had no tears left. Her mind still raced as it remember the pictures, all the blood in them, and all the blood on him. He still smelled like blood as he picked off small children from the street below, and this only made her feel sicker.

Sakura heard a scream from behind her and turned. Her eyes fluttered over the crowd until she saw the source of it.

She felt sick.

Holding back the urge to scream Sakura approached the child lying dead on the ground, a large crowd had gathered around half panicking and half interested. The mother was hysterical. Sakura tightened her fist and looked at the childs body in disgust. His mother had grabbed it and was sobbing loudly.

Sakura saw a bullet wound in the tiny body and looked up at the rooftops, nothing on the first, nothing on the second, something on the third. Two people one of them holding a sniper rifle.

Sakura rushed into the building and up several flights of stairs. By the time she reached the roof the sniper had probably killed a lot more people.
"He was just a child!" She screamed "How could you!?"

Dreogan heard the woman screaming, and spun quickly, drawing his pistol as he did. Two loud claps sounded out, and two bulllets flew at the woman's legs. If the bullets were on target, they would shatter her knee-caps, or splinterher shins. Either way, she wouldn't be walking again, not for a while. If they weren't, well, they would surely scare her into paralyzation for a moment or two. ((You can decide if you want to be cripple, or if was a warning shot))

"Who are you? Answer quickly, or the next bullet will be right between those pretty little eyes." Dreogan stared into the woman's eyes. "Child, child, child. Now he's a doorstop." Dreogan laughed at his own cruel joke, his eyes never leaving hers/

Whisper moved beside him, her eyes still glistening. "Please answer him. You don't have to die, not like this.

Sakura moved aside from the shot, the first bullet missed but the second went straight through her right foot. She swore and tripped to the floor. Sakura twisted her body around and glared at the man.

"Who are you? Answer quickly, or the next bullet will be right between those pretty little eyes."

"You think I'm pretty? Aw that's nice," Sakura said mockingly as she painfully got to her feet "More to the point, you just murdered a child!"

"Child, child, child. Now he's a doorstop."

Sakura's face fell. He was laughing at it her body began to tremble with a mix of anger and fear. This ... this Monster didn't care about the life he'd just snuffed out at all!

"Please answer him. You don't have to die, not like this.

"Fine ... if you want an answer my name is, Sakura Ryusaki," She pushed the red button on her bracelet and was engulfed in a pink glow. The energy faded around her and she stood in front of him, the armor fully materialised on her body "And I'm gonna be your worst nightmare for the forseeable future!"

She took a step forward and winced from behind her visor. That bullet was still lodged in her foot and it hurt like Hell. Sakura decided not to move anymore and instead hurled an energy dragon at the two.

"Hey Sakura. Need a little help?" Mosh walked up from behind the trio. The Russian winked at Sakura as he passed by her side, "Not that I mind helping a damsel in distress, but we need to start meeting differently"

Nightshade had been gaping when he saw Dre murder those people. He smiled, and appeared next to the murderer. "Your check." he said, giving it to him. "Tell me if you need help." he said.

"Hey Sakura. Need a little help?"

Sakura turned to face Mosh and nodded enthusiastically.
"If you wouldn't mind," She replied

"Not that I mind helping a damsel in distress, but we need to start meeting differently"

"I am not in distress," Sakura insisted turning to face the other two ... three?

Her attention turned towards Nightshade. Some sort of weird plant monster? That was paying the man with a sniper rifle?
"You paid him to kill that child!?" Sakura yelled "You're every bit as bad as him! If not worse!"

The girl rushed forward ignoring the pain in her foot and threw herself at Nightshade.

Nightshade moved to the side with lightning speed. "Sleep." he commanded, as he released his spores. These spores would make every human around drowsy. "And i ordered him to kill someone else. The child he killed for our amusement." the black half added.

Sakura's helmet protected her from the spores but she wasn't sure about the others. She didn't have time to worry about them she turned to where Nightshade had moved, he was fast.

"And i ordered him to kill someone else. The child he killed for our amusement."

"You still ordered him to kill someone, what could be so bad that you needed to snuff out someones existence!" She screamed, she wasn't even trying to hide her anger now, she ran at Nightshade again ...