06-23-2016, 08:02 PM
Hot crimson blood soaked her arms and dripped from her elbows. Christa sorrowfully lay the fresh stiff back down in the sand, and found a cloth to cover her before standing up, and looking to Red, who had been watching her grieve over the dead stranger. Didn’t they see, it could have easily been one of them?
But wait, what was she supposed to do next? Her mind was as numb as her body and she felt as helpless as she was senseless. Abner was gone, or dead, and sure, she could search for him but it all depended on whether or not Christa thought that she could find no-name girl alone, or rather, if she had the faith that he was alive. And now they were stranded on this island with no information to work with, the picture was still in her hand, and she held the tempting white envelope that said “Do Not Open” in black ink. It was bullshit. She crumpled it angrily back in her pants. Plus, she was pretty sure there’d be no rescue mission, since the Dante Verse was the least traveled one, other than, well, the Underverse.
Worst of all, her stomach felt a familiar and hollow ache. She was starving.
And that was when she caught sight of a dapper man in a familiar suit. He was striding along the sand casually and was speaking to someone with an overly smug smile. How infuriating.
“Karl fucking Jak,” she shouted, her anger boiling over whilst her voice captured his attention. And as he turned to face the frisky call, he found a pistol about an inch from his forehead. "Afraid of a little iron?" With a subtle Click! she cocked it. The man’s flawless face remained serene, despite being held at gunpoint by the raging woman who had nothing to lose. Did she really want to be this man’s executioner? The intensity crackled between them, “What the hell is this island?” Christa was automatically affronted by his sly, sickening smile, and let it show through her eyes as daggers, which sliced into his ambivalent gaze, “I want answers, Karl.”
The dashing Prime seemed almost amused at the weakness in her pathetic confrontation. The desperation poured off of her skin, and her finger was barely touching the trigger, yet her expression remained senselessly ruthless. The vigilante looked like she had gone to hell and back again, but Karl had dealt with her type before and was no longer amused. He raised a brow looking up at the loaded gun as though it were out of bullets. Onlookers, and perhaps in the distance, the surviving employees not in agony from the crash remained where they were, those directly around them gazed upon her with two questions in their eyes, “What does she mean?” and “Who does she think she is?”
The blood caked underneath her fingernails was noticeable while it itched on the trigger, one inch, one second, would be enough to deliver death. Meanwhile she convinced herself, He had to know something... anything. “I heard something... In the woods... It shook and snapped the trees in half, like they were nothing and then, it started to chase me...” Karl’s eyes glistened keenly and Christa turned her fierce gaze from those who were watching back onto him, “And then there’s you, survive the plane crash with barely a scratch, when I just held a woman in my arms, who had her body totally eviscerated. You have the answers, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Isn’t it obvious? We crashed. Maybe there was a storm, not that I can help the weather. Though I’ll mention, this was not our final destination.” he spoke facetiously, and to top it off, the damn bastard was still freaking smiling, “What are you going to do, kill me? In this sort of situation, I’m not sure that’s exactly a punishment.”
Her eyes widened, whether she liked it or not, he was right. From her pocket, she dug out the bloodstained picture of the reason Christa was here and showed him the girl with black hair, who looked about ten years old, “Have you ever seen this girl? Do you know who she is?”
Karl had the same mischievous glimmer in her eye, the hallmark of an untrustworthy snake. Karl Jak could lie if he wanted to, and she wouldn’t know the difference. But would he? Finally, he settled on whatever version of the truth he chose and cleanly announced, “I’ve never seen her before.”
Christa grit her teeth, and noticed now, the many eyes on her. The one pointing the gun. As though she were a killer, who had just compromised the last civility on the island, they looked at her like she was a monster, but she was no Karl Jak. She knew his sins, what he’d done last year, even if she was in the Oververse (or getting there) during that time. Death was woven into the soles of his suede black Armani shoes, and he should really watch where he stepped.
The pistol held at eye level at him for a moment, her eyes blazed with menace, however after weighing the heavy thoughts in her mind, she saw no other way path than lowering her gun and stepping away from the man she merely saw as a well-spoken villain she'd revoltingly spared “Tch. Have it your way, Karl, you’re not even worth the bullet.” Though she was sure, it would’ve given her some satisfaction.
But wait, what was she supposed to do next? Her mind was as numb as her body and she felt as helpless as she was senseless. Abner was gone, or dead, and sure, she could search for him but it all depended on whether or not Christa thought that she could find no-name girl alone, or rather, if she had the faith that he was alive. And now they were stranded on this island with no information to work with, the picture was still in her hand, and she held the tempting white envelope that said “Do Not Open” in black ink. It was bullshit. She crumpled it angrily back in her pants. Plus, she was pretty sure there’d be no rescue mission, since the Dante Verse was the least traveled one, other than, well, the Underverse.
Worst of all, her stomach felt a familiar and hollow ache. She was starving.
And that was when she caught sight of a dapper man in a familiar suit. He was striding along the sand casually and was speaking to someone with an overly smug smile. How infuriating.
“Karl fucking Jak,” she shouted, her anger boiling over whilst her voice captured his attention. And as he turned to face the frisky call, he found a pistol about an inch from his forehead. "Afraid of a little iron?" With a subtle Click! she cocked it. The man’s flawless face remained serene, despite being held at gunpoint by the raging woman who had nothing to lose. Did she really want to be this man’s executioner? The intensity crackled between them, “What the hell is this island?” Christa was automatically affronted by his sly, sickening smile, and let it show through her eyes as daggers, which sliced into his ambivalent gaze, “I want answers, Karl.”
The dashing Prime seemed almost amused at the weakness in her pathetic confrontation. The desperation poured off of her skin, and her finger was barely touching the trigger, yet her expression remained senselessly ruthless. The vigilante looked like she had gone to hell and back again, but Karl had dealt with her type before and was no longer amused. He raised a brow looking up at the loaded gun as though it were out of bullets. Onlookers, and perhaps in the distance, the surviving employees not in agony from the crash remained where they were, those directly around them gazed upon her with two questions in their eyes, “What does she mean?” and “Who does she think she is?”
The blood caked underneath her fingernails was noticeable while it itched on the trigger, one inch, one second, would be enough to deliver death. Meanwhile she convinced herself, He had to know something... anything. “I heard something... In the woods... It shook and snapped the trees in half, like they were nothing and then, it started to chase me...” Karl’s eyes glistened keenly and Christa turned her fierce gaze from those who were watching back onto him, “And then there’s you, survive the plane crash with barely a scratch, when I just held a woman in my arms, who had her body totally eviscerated. You have the answers, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“Isn’t it obvious? We crashed. Maybe there was a storm, not that I can help the weather. Though I’ll mention, this was not our final destination.” he spoke facetiously, and to top it off, the damn bastard was still freaking smiling, “What are you going to do, kill me? In this sort of situation, I’m not sure that’s exactly a punishment.”
Her eyes widened, whether she liked it or not, he was right. From her pocket, she dug out the bloodstained picture of the reason Christa was here and showed him the girl with black hair, who looked about ten years old, “Have you ever seen this girl? Do you know who she is?”
Karl had the same mischievous glimmer in her eye, the hallmark of an untrustworthy snake. Karl Jak could lie if he wanted to, and she wouldn’t know the difference. But would he? Finally, he settled on whatever version of the truth he chose and cleanly announced, “I’ve never seen her before.”
Christa grit her teeth, and noticed now, the many eyes on her. The one pointing the gun. As though she were a killer, who had just compromised the last civility on the island, they looked at her like she was a monster, but she was no Karl Jak. She knew his sins, what he’d done last year, even if she was in the Oververse (or getting there) during that time. Death was woven into the soles of his suede black Armani shoes, and he should really watch where he stepped.
The pistol held at eye level at him for a moment, her eyes blazed with menace, however after weighing the heavy thoughts in her mind, she saw no other way path than lowering her gun and stepping away from the man she merely saw as a well-spoken villain she'd revoltingly spared “Tch. Have it your way, Karl, you’re not even worth the bullet.” Though she was sure, it would’ve given her some satisfaction.
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