04-13-2018, 11:21 AM
Arin rode beside the over muscular man just as he had before, complete with his bored expression as he watched building after structure crawl by. Women and men alike cooed and waved at them as they passed. Shotgun Steve responded with a sly grin and waving back at the most attractive ones. Those typically had the bigger busts, the wider hips, the larger lips. Arin mentally compared him to other men with only one thing on the mind. Sex.
They were taking the long way around according to Steve. When Arin inquired to where they were going Shotgun Steve complied either by will or by a snap of his fingers. It was nice when things went according to plan.
Though a plan is indeed what they needed. “So big guy.” He addressed the other prime, turning his head to watch him shamelessly smack a girl’s ass on his way past her. She cried out with glee and then giggled as she blew the driver a kiss. Arin snapped his fingers for the other male’s attention and got it pretty immediately. “What’s your plan for this Heejerry?”
“Hijiri.” Shotgun Steve replied. He normally wouldn’t give two shits, but old bunny boy left an impression.
“Whatever.” Arin rolled his eyes.
“The plan so far is, we lure him in, and then I shoot him a lot with my guns.” The muscular prime replied with the same enthusiasm and tone of a two-year-old explaining how he’s going to destroy his enemies.
“Yeah? How’d that work out last time?” The slender prime asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Shotgun lowered his jaw to answer, only to close it thoughtfully. “Well… Uh…” He tried to explain, but the slightest embarrassed look that showed a fraction before his anger flared on his face let Arin know. “That’s not the fucking point.” He finally responded, looking away.
Arin began to say something, only to be interrupted again.
“To be fair though, it wasn’t the rabbit that killed me. It was that bitch.” He was a man of hate, everyone’s doing him wrong was branded into his memory with the iron of revenge. “And I wasn’t shooting the bastard, I was actually wailing on him pretty hard. If she hadn’t gotten in the way of things I’d have killed him.”
Arin didn’t believe him. “Of course.” He said as if he did. It wasn’t wise to challenge the person you had hypnotized, it makes them question why you are in the same car as them. “So the biggest challenge we have is getting his attention. I know nothing about this guy so I can’t even begin to plan a trap.”
“Trap?”
“Yes. As entertaining as it would be to watch you shoot at him all night, we could use a few good ground leveling ideas.” Arin explained.
“You want a bulldozer?” Shotgun Steve replied, confused.
Arin sighed.
There was a long pause between the two before Arin began again. “Do you have any other information? Does he have any other weaknesses? A lady friend we can tie to the railroad tracks? A best friend we can hang upside down from a bridge?”
“No. Not really.” Shotgun Steve responded. “I bet any girl he’s into is ugly as fuck though.” He offered, still feeling a little sore and all.
“What kind of Prime is he?”
“Light on his feet,” Steve said, a monotone taking over his voice. Without his consent, Arin was gathering real information. “Not your typical hero but not a loose cannon.”
“Did he have a weapon?”
“I saw a sword at his side,” Shotgun said, monotone. At this point Arin let the man go from his icy grip. Steve was shaking off the effects again while the other Prime began to think.
-
Taking over a news station was child’s play for either of the primes involved. Did they need to kill off a few secondaries to do so? No, but it really punched in the fact that this was a hostile takeover. Arin did so without fear of being recognized by the end of all this as one of the criminals that attacked the place.
Televisions all around the Omniverse went to pure static. People smacked the TV and attempted better reception by dancing with their bunny ears. All of them on edge as the last thing they’d experienced was the main hosts informing its audience that the television station was under an attack and to stay tuned.
Stay tuned is exactly what they did. Especially those who thirsted for crazy action that Dante’s Abyss always promised. However small the panic was over this, they were ready for it. Some even going to get popcorn and soda for the show, as if the loud static alongside the black and white snow-like effect on their screens of all sizes was just another commercial break to them.
Eventually, all of the verses with televisions were settled back in their couches, loveseats, and recliners, waiting with sick anticipation of what would happen next.
The camera refocused on their usual hosts, bound and gagged by bright blue ribbons. The look of pure terror on their faces. The webbing of blue, when followed by the rotating of the camera fell onto faces of almost everyone who was there in that building that day. The very few that were brutally murdered stood out as a pile of bodies in the background. Among those with fear-stricken faces or determined defiance was a young man with blue hair and icy blue eyes.
Arin. Bound and tied just the same as everyone else in the victim line up. Perhaps a bit less securely.
The audience then could hear the cackling of a man with victory in his hands. The camera panned over and focused very quickly on Shotgun Steve. Now he had the spotlight, and the worlds around him were holding their breath in anticipation for what he’d have to say next. What ludicrous demands would this evil want?
They were taking the long way around according to Steve. When Arin inquired to where they were going Shotgun Steve complied either by will or by a snap of his fingers. It was nice when things went according to plan.
Though a plan is indeed what they needed. “So big guy.” He addressed the other prime, turning his head to watch him shamelessly smack a girl’s ass on his way past her. She cried out with glee and then giggled as she blew the driver a kiss. Arin snapped his fingers for the other male’s attention and got it pretty immediately. “What’s your plan for this Heejerry?”
“Hijiri.” Shotgun Steve replied. He normally wouldn’t give two shits, but old bunny boy left an impression.
“Whatever.” Arin rolled his eyes.
“The plan so far is, we lure him in, and then I shoot him a lot with my guns.” The muscular prime replied with the same enthusiasm and tone of a two-year-old explaining how he’s going to destroy his enemies.
“Yeah? How’d that work out last time?” The slender prime asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Shotgun lowered his jaw to answer, only to close it thoughtfully. “Well… Uh…” He tried to explain, but the slightest embarrassed look that showed a fraction before his anger flared on his face let Arin know. “That’s not the fucking point.” He finally responded, looking away.
Arin began to say something, only to be interrupted again.
“To be fair though, it wasn’t the rabbit that killed me. It was that bitch.” He was a man of hate, everyone’s doing him wrong was branded into his memory with the iron of revenge. “And I wasn’t shooting the bastard, I was actually wailing on him pretty hard. If she hadn’t gotten in the way of things I’d have killed him.”
Arin didn’t believe him. “Of course.” He said as if he did. It wasn’t wise to challenge the person you had hypnotized, it makes them question why you are in the same car as them. “So the biggest challenge we have is getting his attention. I know nothing about this guy so I can’t even begin to plan a trap.”
“Trap?”
“Yes. As entertaining as it would be to watch you shoot at him all night, we could use a few good ground leveling ideas.” Arin explained.
“You want a bulldozer?” Shotgun Steve replied, confused.
Arin sighed.
There was a long pause between the two before Arin began again. “Do you have any other information? Does he have any other weaknesses? A lady friend we can tie to the railroad tracks? A best friend we can hang upside down from a bridge?”
“No. Not really.” Shotgun Steve responded. “I bet any girl he’s into is ugly as fuck though.” He offered, still feeling a little sore and all.
“What kind of Prime is he?”
“Light on his feet,” Steve said, a monotone taking over his voice. Without his consent, Arin was gathering real information. “Not your typical hero but not a loose cannon.”
“Did he have a weapon?”
“I saw a sword at his side,” Shotgun said, monotone. At this point Arin let the man go from his icy grip. Steve was shaking off the effects again while the other Prime began to think.
-
Taking over a news station was child’s play for either of the primes involved. Did they need to kill off a few secondaries to do so? No, but it really punched in the fact that this was a hostile takeover. Arin did so without fear of being recognized by the end of all this as one of the criminals that attacked the place.
Televisions all around the Omniverse went to pure static. People smacked the TV and attempted better reception by dancing with their bunny ears. All of them on edge as the last thing they’d experienced was the main hosts informing its audience that the television station was under an attack and to stay tuned.
Stay tuned is exactly what they did. Especially those who thirsted for crazy action that Dante’s Abyss always promised. However small the panic was over this, they were ready for it. Some even going to get popcorn and soda for the show, as if the loud static alongside the black and white snow-like effect on their screens of all sizes was just another commercial break to them.
Eventually, all of the verses with televisions were settled back in their couches, loveseats, and recliners, waiting with sick anticipation of what would happen next.
The camera refocused on their usual hosts, bound and gagged by bright blue ribbons. The look of pure terror on their faces. The webbing of blue, when followed by the rotating of the camera fell onto faces of almost everyone who was there in that building that day. The very few that were brutally murdered stood out as a pile of bodies in the background. Among those with fear-stricken faces or determined defiance was a young man with blue hair and icy blue eyes.
Arin. Bound and tied just the same as everyone else in the victim line up. Perhaps a bit less securely.
The audience then could hear the cackling of a man with victory in his hands. The camera panned over and focused very quickly on Shotgun Steve. Now he had the spotlight, and the worlds around him were holding their breath in anticipation for what he’d have to say next. What ludicrous demands would this evil want?