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A Touch of Malice. ( Open to first Hero to post! )
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A Touch of Malice. ( Open to first Hero to post! )
"A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat." - Logan P. Smith
The soft drip of petroleum against concrete echoes against the walls of the abandoned industrial sector. Lifeless and dead on a moonless night like tonight. The city had ordained long ago to bulldoze and build atop this rusty carcass of infrastructure, but the economy as it is could never support such action. So here it lies like a corpse being picked apart by vermin. On this night in particular, the decor and atmosphere would be particularly wanting; the way shadows seemed to envelop any trace of light, the way broken and splintered pipelines played as if medieval torture relics against the cold grey of the stone and rust...and the way the family of four, who had until a few hours ago been on their way to a show within the city, found themselves tied against a thick metal railing in the middle of a half finished construction site. Their mouths were anything but gagged as evident by their screams. The tears of the two children, a brother and sister, streamed down their tiny faces despite the brave face their parents tried to put on. Somebody. Anybody...help us, they cried. Disgusting and putrid a situation for any tale, yes. Compounded perhaps by the plastic explosives wired around the pillar where they stood trapped? The trigger held in the trembling hands of the little girl who kept her finger pressed firmly against the red button...for if she let go but for a second...
Drip. Drip. Drip. Petroleum laced every nook and crevice of the surrounding area. Barrels of the fossil fuel were abandoned on the lot; a salvage team needs the funds to be paid. And here the city's greatest waste would be twisted to perverse ploys of the darkest nature. Who knows how high this conflagration would erupt should it be set ablaze. What foul mind, what terrible evil would go about such a thing? Not evil, but perhaps worse. The apathy for mankind can summon more horrors than the foulest among us with our grand personal schemes in mind. For apathy knows no rules nor personal gain. Apathy murders simply because. Somewhere in this catacomb, this tomb of modern civilization was the source of this act of terror. It skittered, it hid and it waited like the vilest of insects, ready to take advantage of free meals that may entangle themselves within its web. Fair play and honor were simply words; noises that the human mouth makes in order to achieve the illusion of rules. Apathy knows not of such things.
Screams, screams.
Crying, sobs.
A touch of malice on a cold Los Angeles night.
The soft drip of petroleum against concrete echoes against the walls of the abandoned industrial sector. Lifeless and dead on a moonless night like tonight. The city had ordained long ago to bulldoze and build atop this rusty carcass of infrastructure, but the economy as it is could never support such action. So here it lies like a corpse being picked apart by vermin. On this night in particular, the decor and atmosphere would be particularly wanting; the way shadows seemed to envelop any trace of light, the way broken and splintered pipelines played as if medieval torture relics against the cold grey of the stone and rust...and the way the family of four, who had until a few hours ago been on their way to a show within the city, found themselves tied against a thick metal railing in the middle of a half finished construction site. Their mouths were anything but gagged as evident by their screams. The tears of the two children, a brother and sister, streamed down their tiny faces despite the brave face their parents tried to put on. Somebody. Anybody...help us, they cried. Disgusting and putrid a situation for any tale, yes. Compounded perhaps by the plastic explosives wired around the pillar where they stood trapped? The trigger held in the trembling hands of the little girl who kept her finger pressed firmly against the red button...for if she let go but for a second...
Drip. Drip. Drip. Petroleum laced every nook and crevice of the surrounding area. Barrels of the fossil fuel were abandoned on the lot; a salvage team needs the funds to be paid. And here the city's greatest waste would be twisted to perverse ploys of the darkest nature. Who knows how high this conflagration would erupt should it be set ablaze. What foul mind, what terrible evil would go about such a thing? Not evil, but perhaps worse. The apathy for mankind can summon more horrors than the foulest among us with our grand personal schemes in mind. For apathy knows no rules nor personal gain. Apathy murders simply because. Somewhere in this catacomb, this tomb of modern civilization was the source of this act of terror. It skittered, it hid and it waited like the vilest of insects, ready to take advantage of free meals that may entangle themselves within its web. Fair play and honor were simply words; noises that the human mouth makes in order to achieve the illusion of rules. Apathy knows not of such things.
Screams, screams.
Crying, sobs.
A touch of malice on a cold Los Angeles night.
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Flashfire flew through the sky, the fire elemental form glowing brightly in the night. He had just recently had a serious conversation that really made him question everything he was. Was he Flashfire really truly or was he James trying to hide himself. He flew to distance himself from the world that he might better understand himself. It was as Flashfire flew like this over an abandoned industrial building that he heard the screams. He quickly found the source and flew to them.
Flashfire landed and quickly extinguished his flames. He was surrounded by flammable petroleum. Being careful, he looked about and saw a family of four tied tight to a segment of railing, the little girl holding a detonator to what obviously went to the explosives all around the pillar the four were tied to. Quickly moving towards them, Flashfire asked, "What's going on? Who did this to you? Hold still, I'm going to see if I can get you out of this." He then proceeded to look at the details of the entrapment of this family, and ways he might release them.
Flashfire landed and quickly extinguished his flames. He was surrounded by flammable petroleum. Being careful, he looked about and saw a family of four tied tight to a segment of railing, the little girl holding a detonator to what obviously went to the explosives all around the pillar the four were tied to. Quickly moving towards them, Flashfire asked, "What's going on? Who did this to you? Hold still, I'm going to see if I can get you out of this." He then proceeded to look at the details of the entrapment of this family, and ways he might release them.
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Flashfire would, as he already seen, notice the abundant amount of petroleum leaking from the industrial waste in the area. He would have to be unnaturally careful with his fire power in this place, lest he accidentally set the family ablaze. The explosive set up seemed easy enough. There were a number of wires and chords connecting the explosive itself to the trigger in the child's hand. If he knew anything about demolitions, he could try and defuse the thing. Or keep pressure on the trigger until the family was safe and sound. It was the faces of the family that would pose concern; each member was constantly darting their eyes about the shadows as if something else was out there. Something that had done this to them. Something that they were terrified of.
"Please, man. Please help us. We were just on our way to see a show in the city but this psychopath took us from our car and chained us up here. I...I couldn't make out a face but...it was...I think it was a monster or something...please help--"
BANG.
As the man spoke, a shot rung out in the dark. A single sniper's bullet from an unnaturally powered rifle erupted from the black; it was aimed straight at Flashfire.
It's going to be one of those nights.
"Please, man. Please help us. We were just on our way to see a show in the city but this psychopath took us from our car and chained us up here. I...I couldn't make out a face but...it was...I think it was a monster or something...please help--"
BANG.
As the man spoke, a shot rung out in the dark. A single sniper's bullet from an unnaturally powered rifle erupted from the black; it was aimed straight at Flashfire.
It's going to be one of those nights.
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Flashfire was just about to figure everything thing out when he heard the very minor sound of a gun going off. He dove to the side of of pure instinct, almost launching a fireball in retaliation. Stopping himself at the last moment, Flashfire mentally noted to himself that he can't just go lobbing fireballs wherever he pleases, not if he was to be the hero he wanted to learn to be.
Standing quickly, Flashfire looked about, seeing no one. He called out to the shadows, "This was a nice trap you setup here. If I didn't know it was just my ego talking, I would say you especially put this up for me. Why don't you let these people go, and we can talk about what it is you want?" Flashfire held his hands behind him, making it look as though he was wiping some of the grime from the floor on his lower back. Really though, he released a small, but extremely hot, ball of fire no larger than a penny. Using his body to screen it from the general direction the shot had come from, Flashfire directed it to the chains holding the hostages. Being very careful to control where the heat was going, he began using it as a blow torch to cut through the metal binds.
Standing quickly, Flashfire looked about, seeing no one. He called out to the shadows, "This was a nice trap you setup here. If I didn't know it was just my ego talking, I would say you especially put this up for me. Why don't you let these people go, and we can talk about what it is you want?" Flashfire held his hands behind him, making it look as though he was wiping some of the grime from the floor on his lower back. Really though, he released a small, but extremely hot, ball of fire no larger than a penny. Using his body to screen it from the general direction the shot had come from, Flashfire directed it to the chains holding the hostages. Being very careful to control where the heat was going, he began using it as a blow torch to cut through the metal binds.
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