[Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)
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				Title: <strong>[Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 06:42:16</strong>
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				Carl, or that is what the people at the bar he was in knew him as was setting at the bar sipping on his drink.&nbsp; He was really watching the woman who had been trailing him for a few days now as she watched him from the far side of the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked familiar but he was unsure of where he might have seen her or if she had been the wife, sister, or some other relation of someone he had killed. <br><br>For most of his adult life he had gone by the code name of Damian.&nbsp; He was a Wet works specialist who worked for the highest bidder, it was just a really elaborate way of saying he was a assassin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that that job still held the same interest it had for him in the past.&nbsp; He had started because he had no family and no connections to the world.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been easy at first, later it had become a challenge to be the best of the best.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the longest time he had always had one rival or another that challenged him but the last of those had fallen a month ago.<br><br>He had had others try and step up but the newer batches of recruits were missing the drive and training that it took to be a heartless killer.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he finished his whiskey he figured it was time to deal with the newest challenger.&nbsp; Placing the payment for his drink on the bar he nodded to the bartender and moved towards the exit he stopped at the woman's table and bent down and said, "Meet me at the ware house behind the bar, it is vacant and I am tired of you trailing me like a amateur."&nbsp; Without waiting for her response he left the bar straightening his jacket over his shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew he had not only the experience over her but he was a bit taller and even though his clothing hid it he was well built.&nbsp; &nbsp;He entered the ware house moving to the main area and finding a large open space before turning to wait for his opponent with bare hands open to his sides. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 16:35:38</strong>
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				Ella had been tailing the man whom she knew only as Damian for sometime now.Why? Her reasons were simple. She wanted revenge for the death of her brother. She had not taken her brother's death very well. She had been stricken with grief after his death. Who could blame her? She had been there when he died. She had watched him die. She and her brother had been sent out by their organization, simply named "L54" to assassinate one of the most powerful men in the world. However, before they could reach their target, her brother was intercepted by Damian. Their target had hired him to protect him. She had felt and immense amount of guilt when he had been killed. She had been placed as reconnaissance. It had been her job to look for other agents who may be protecting him, however she had spent her entire time trying to find the most opportune moment to kill their target, and in doing so they had fallen into Damian's trap. Her brother had relied on her and she had let him down.She had not been able to forget that night. Every night when she slept, she relived those horrible memories. She knew she would never be able to forgive herself until the man who had taken his life was lying dead at her feet.<br><br>She had finally found him about a week ago and she was trying to track him, trace his movements, see if he followed a routine of sorts, but the only thing she had managed to work out was that he liked to frequent this particular bar. She couldn't exactly kill him here. His home she had thought about, but that would require breaking through his security. she imagined it would alert him of and intruder long before she could ever break through the encryption. She knew she would find someway to kill him. However, she didn't expect the chance to do so to fall right into her lap. When he got up and began to walk right up to her, her heart began to pound in her chest. Had he noticed her, how? She thought she had been exercising extra precaution. It seemed she had been far too reckless following him around. He had indeed noticed her. She listened to his words and turn and leave. Her hands balled into fists when he called her an amateur. He would regret this when his blood was pooling on the floor.<br><br>Ella watched as he got up and made his way out of the bar. She did not follow straight away, waiting a few minutes before getting up and leaving herself. Making her way down the alley which lead to the back of the bar, she looked around, spotting the warehouse. She furrowed her brow as she slowly approached the open doors. Reaching down into the inside pocket of her coat she drew her pistol. since she had been tailing him, she had found no reason to arm herself with anything more then her gun. She was regretting that decision right now. She was dressed a a civilian, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white blouse, with a her black coat over the top. Her brown hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, her long bangs framing her face. Her green eyes looked around her, on her guard. He could once more be leading her into a trap.<br><br>Slowly she made her way into the warehouse. She spotted him in the middle standing their, waiting for her. She frowned and held her gun up, aiming it straight at him. "You seem very eager to go to your own death" she said softly, her pistol remaining trained on him as she slowly walked closer to him. She knew she had to kill him now if she wanted a chance. She was a spy mostly reconnaissance, hand to hand combat was not her strongest suit. "Have you got anything else to say before I kill you once and for all?" she asked with a venom in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 01:58:52</strong>
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				"You should have brought a bigger gun and at least a five man crew," he said flexing his wrist causing a weight attached to a length of high strength cable drop into his left hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;In his right hand he caught a handful of fragile shells containing a strong pepper mix.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And the old tricks are always the best," he said as he tossed the hand full of pebble sized shells into the air in front of her with one hand as the other dropped the weight as he ran the cable through his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the capsules spread out between them he spun to the right bringing his left arm out as the weight was drawn out to the end of the line.<br><br><br>Most of the shells never reached her but were torn apart by the flying weight as it whizzed by just a inch from the front of the barrel of her gun.&nbsp; &nbsp;The pepper formed a could between them as he spun the weight in front of him as he came to a stop facing her the weight spinning on about three feet of line to his left as he held a pair of throwing needles in his right hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had studied and adapted the ancient ninja techniques for current situations, and while most were still good some he had updated such as the modern cable where they had once used string that could easily be cut.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 11:55:05</strong>
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				Ella held her hand up over her mouth when the pepper filled the air in front of her. Stepping back her held her pistol up. She could hardly see him through the cloud of pepper. She could just make out his shape. Pulling back on the trigger and fired a shot at him before diving behind a nearby stack of bricks, about 1 cubic meter in size. "Did I get him?" she thought to herself. She could feel the pepper in her noise, struggling to hold back her sneeze. Though it was inevitable and she let out a soft sneeze. The pepper had also gotten into her eyes. She could feel the stinging, and her eyes were watering, her nose was running. She could hardly keep her eyes open or stand the pain. Bastard, using&nbsp; dirty tricks to get her down.<br><br>Daring to poke her head over the top of the bricks she looked to see if he was still standing.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 08:14:43</strong>
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				He felt the hit, like a hammer slamming into his chest.&nbsp; The piercing power of the slug was stopped dead by the ultra slim spider silk vest he wore under his shirt.&nbsp; Still he could feel a rib grinding as the broken edges rubbed together as he breathed slow and deep.&nbsp; His back was pressed to a support column&nbsp; as he waited for the pepper to settle a bit before becoming blinded by it.<br><br>"So is this some power play to become the top ranked cleaner, were you hired by someone or is this simply some misguided attempt at revenge,"&nbsp; &nbsp;he said as he wound the cable back into the spoil in his left wrist band.&nbsp; &nbsp;Each forearm had a wrist band covering it from the wrist to the half way point, in the wrist band are a assortment of weapons and tools.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he readied to take the next step he bent down lifting the hem of his pants up to expose the the tanto half hidden in his shoe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing the short blade he let his pant leg fall as he held the blade out to the side scanning the room with the mirror like surface of the blade. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Bon] Training his own Death (Shadowsire and Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 08:35:52</strong>
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				Ella frowned when she saw though her blurred vision and stinging eyes, that he was still standing after shot. She had hit him, but he was wearing a vest it seemed. She couldn't go for a direct kill shot now, unless she got him in the head. She was still crouched down began the stack. She could hear him speaking to her, asking her why she had come after him. She gritted her teeth when he said her attempted at revenge was misguided.&nbsp; The crouching she moved he the edge and wiped her eyes before she rolled out from the side and fired 3 shots, aiming for his legs. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 08:57:04</strong>
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				Growling at himself as the three shots fired out, two grazing his legs the third sending shards of rock into the insides of his calves.&nbsp; &nbsp; As he ran forward he could feel the sting from one leg and the burn from the other telling him somewhat of the damage.&nbsp; As he ran he slide a small rod from his left glove as he roared out a battle cry that sounded like the roar of a wild beast. <br><br>He brought his right hand and the Tanto dagger up towards her face as he approached her.&nbsp; &nbsp;His real target he moved at with the rod in his right as he aimed for the barrel of the gun with one end of the rod braced against his palm.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plain and simple the rod was a jam meant to slide in most barrels as it was graduated from a nine millimeter at one end and the size of a .45 shell at almost the other end.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 09:17:43</strong>
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				Ella saw him running for her, even as her two shots grazed his legs. She roared at her, almost sounding like a primal beast. He ran at her, with the blade held up. He she couldn't stop him, her blurred vision not even letting her shoot straight. He soon tackled her and had her pinned to the ground with the blade millimeters away from her neck. She looked up at him with a glare as she felt him slide the rod into the barrel of her gun, jamming it. She couldn't struggle against him with out the blade cutting her neck, but she refused to give up to him. Not yet. She was determined to kill him, right here, right now, even if she had to claw at him with her bare hands.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 09:25:10</strong>
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				With the jam wedged in the barrel he pulled the blade from her neck.&nbsp; As he stepped back he twisted the gun from her grip using the rod as leverage to do so.&nbsp; &nbsp;"So my dear is this a simple job or did I kill someone close to you," he said as he paced to the left.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"By that hateful look on your face I would say this is revenge," said as he came to a stop. <br><br>"So did I kill your lover or a family member," he said as he looked at her trying to look past her present state to what she had to work with.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could see she had some potential if she was not blinded by hate.&nbsp; "Here lets see if you can get your revenge," he said as he laid the tanto down on the box she had been hiding behind and stepped away with his hand open to his sides palms forward.
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 09:34:37</strong>
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				Ella looked at him with her glare as she got back onto her feet. "Don't you pretend that you know anything about me!" she yelled at him angrily. She then looked at him was he put his blade down and held out his hands, telling her to take her best shot. She growled and began to run at him, her fist clenched, aiming her first strike for his head. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 09:09:19</strong>
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				Fighting the urge to laugh at her as he comes at him in a rush as well as not taking the weapon he left behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping forward he plants his legs wide as he sweeps his left arm down and in from the inside of her swing hoping to redirect the force into his ribs.&nbsp; At the same time he grabs for his right bicep with his left hand he brings his right up in a chop at her left side as he tries to spin and sweep her down on to her back so he can pin her body down with his. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 09:23:51</strong>
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				Ella was not the best in hand to hand combat. She knew her chanced to beating him now were slim. She ended up hitting his ribs and not his face. It was all a blur after that. All she knew was by the end of it she was once more on the ground pinned underneath his weight. She frowned at him and struggled underneath him, trying to get him off her.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 09:34:22</strong>
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				He felt her struggle beneath him and felt his cock throb against his leg as it usually did before the kill.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bringing his hands together he hooked his left thumb in the ring under the wrist band and as he pulled it the screech of of the wire echoed around them as he stretched out the garrote line.&nbsp; &nbsp; With a well practiced and often used move he looped the wire and slid it over her head drawing the line tight around her delicate neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Continue to struggle and I will kill you," he said as he pulled the line tell it began to cut lightly into her neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You are not without skill, I think you can be good, maybe even good enough to replace me," he said knowing she would know the way the top assassin was picked, it was by killing the previous number one.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 10:13:16</strong>
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				Ella ceased to struggle underneath him as he now had the wire wrapped around her neck. She could feel it cutting in when he tugged on the wire and she looked up at him with a glare. She listened as he spoke and she looked up at him and said "What are you trying to propose?" she said wondering what exactly he meant with what he was saying to her. What good was telling her that she one day could have surpassed him when he was about to kill her.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 05:27:15</strong>
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				" I am Proposing you become my student and slave and allow me to truly train you to be a great assassin," he said as he lightened the tension in the cord.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Now I know the slave part sounds bad but trust me it will my compensation and who knows one day you may be better than me," he said as he moved his hips and ground his aching cock against her ass.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Plus if this hold can catch you, you need training in grappling and bondage, if you can withstand certain things you will be able to get out of the simple holds," he said as he let the loop go slack a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Plus you will learn the true top skills of a assassin, the close kill," He said as tip of the blade that he had produced pressed lightly against the base of her neck.
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 05:32:21</strong>
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				Ella listened to his words and while she thought about it, the grinding of his cock against her ass through her off. She didn't know if that was intentional or not, but it still put her off a little. She felt the wire loosen around her neck a little, however he placed the tip of a blade at her neck. She sighed and closed her eyes and said "Well I don't really have much choice do I....Fine...I'll do it" she said softly.
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				Post by: <strong>Shadowsire</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 05:44:46</strong>
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				"Then lets seal the deal pet," he said as he removed the tip of the blade from her neck and stood helping her up.&nbsp; &nbsp; He looked at her and pondered it for a second then decided to let her decide how they sealed their bond.&nbsp; "It is your choice we can either seal the deal with my cock in you or with my blood flowing in your veins," he said as he pointed the tip of the blade at his palm. 
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				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 06:16:43</strong>
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				Ella got back up to her feet when he released her and she looked at him a little shocked. She didn't want to sleep with this man if she could help it. The thought of his touching her in such a way sickened her. She still held a deep hatred for the man. Reluctantly she held out her hand, having chosen the blood and said "Just do it"
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