Fight to the Death (Shibby)
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				Title: <strong>Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 01:35:06</strong>
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				Nikki Taylor had long white hair which she kept plaited into a braid or let hang loose down her back and over her shoulders. Her pale crystal blue eyes had once known love and happiness but now only reflected hate and her desire for revenge on the man who had killed her younger brother. It had only been a month ago but for Nikki it remained fresh in her mind. No matter what happened, she would get revenge for Tommy, that much was certain in her mind. Even though she didn't have much skill in killing people, she thought it shouldn't be too hard. She had a gun after all and knew where the trigger was and how to shoot. It couldn't be that difficult. Tommy had been everything to her.<br><br>She didn't want his death to go unavenged, not when she knew who was to blame for his death and could do something about it. Nikki knew the man's name and his profession. She even knew the location he would be at since Tommy had told her where he would be going the night he never came back. The young woman hoped Dameon had not left the area yet but even if he had she was sure she could find him no matter what. It wasn't as though she had anything to stay in this area for anyway, Dameon had taken away the only thing that was keeping her in this place. So she headed for her destination and pick locked his door, slipping inside to make sure the gun was loaded.<br><br>Once she was sure it was, Nikki checked to make sure the safety was off as well. Such things were important when a person was thinking of seriously killing another human being. Not to mention the fact that she knew Dameon wasn't an average citizen, he was a cruel, cold assassin who didn't care about the lives of others. It was probably what had gotten him the job in the first place. Nikki wouldn't make the mistake of pointed an unloaded gun at an assassin, nor would she wait until she saw the man to take the safety off because it would make a click Dameon might hear. No, all things considered, she thought she was prepared. She hid behind the door of his bedroom.<br><br>To wait for the man who had killed her brother to come to bed when his guard would be down the most. What man would think someone would lie in ambush for him in his own bedroom when he was an assassin? Her fingers curled around the gun's handle as the ring finger of her right hand rested lightly upon the trigger. She would pull it once the door opened and began to close. Nikki thought she should have enough bullets for six rounds before she ran out and she intended to make every bullet count. There would be no second chances, she would kill him with this gun and the bullets in it and avenge her brother. Otherwise there was no hope left for her to accomplish her goal.<br><br>She didn't have any training in physical combat so that was out and anything else required weapons she didn't have. The gun was her only shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 13:10:31</strong>
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				Dameon had been relaxing in his living room that night. It looked as though he was a regular man, enjoying a night of television, but no, he was always on his guard. There wasn't a fly on the wall that he didn't know about. His fit and athletic body was dressed in a pair of black pants and that’s all. The rest of him was on display. His hair was brown, and had a light wave to it, his bangs covering his eyes somewhat. His dark eyes stared at the TV, seemingly mesmerised by its powers over humans. He was already aware of a certain uninvited guest. He let it seemed as though he had not noticed her presence. He remained in his living room till about ten, before he decided it was time for bed, or let it seemed that was what he was doing. He had decided that it was time to throw his guest out.<br><br>On his way to his bedroom, he stopped by the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of milk, but secretly slipping a knife up his sleeve. He walked back to his room at a regular pace, letting her feel a bit secure in the fact that he did not know she was waiting for him behind the door, when he did. <br><br>He opened the door and within seconds, his hand had grabbed the hand in which she held the gun, and he had her pressed against the wall with a knife to her throat. He looked at her with a pair of cold eyes. A woman. This was interesting. Whoever had sent her was running out of money otherwise they would not have sent such an amateur after him. He would have normally killed any would be assassins, but this girl was untrained and obviously way over her head. <br><br>He looked into her eyes and said "Leave this house now, and I will allow you to live" he growled at her with the knife pressing into her neck, cutting into her skin slightly, drawing blood.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 19:21:53</strong>
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				God when would he ever come to bed? Nikki was beginning to regret staying in the bedroom rather than hiding behind the front door. If she had chosen that place, maybe everything would be over by now which was starting to look more appealing to her. She hated waiting more than anything else, it drove her nuts. Her long white braid swung from side to side as she rolled her pale blue eyes, resisting the urge to drum her fingers on the wall. She supposed she should be thankful Dameon was still here but until he was dead she would not rest. The door started to open and Nikki got ready to shoot, finger tightening on the trigger as Dameon entered the room.<br><br>What happened next was a blur of motion and Nikki managed to pull the trigger in the confusion, not knowing where the bullet was going, other than away from her. Then, she was pinned up against the wall with the gun in one hand and a knife against her throat and she glared at the assassin with fire in her eyes. Such a thing was unusual since most women would either scream or cry at a time like this. His cold eyes did not impress her, she had expected them. Only a monster with no feelings would kill her brother. Not even when he pressed the knife against her throat, cutting her skin slightly and demanded she leave the house did Nikki lose her confidence.<br><br>It wasn't as though she had anyone to go back to. There was no one left she cared about. Dameon had taken it away from her. She spat in his face. "No! I must kill you or die trying, it's what Tommy would have wanted." Nikki growled as she brought her knee up fast and with as much power as she could handle. It was an attempt to crush his balls or inflict some sort of harm upon the assassin. She didn't care if he cut her throat just as long as she tried to hurt him too. Her arm strained beneath the man's hand that pinned her hand against the wall with the gun which could end his life. "Let me go. Afraid to face me head-on with a gun? Coward. You should be able to avoid me."<br><br>She ground out, hating the man who stood before her. "You're supposed to be an assassin who can outwit anyone and always accomplish his mission. That's what people say about you." Nikki said as she gazed at the man who was so close to her. Tommy had wanted her to fight him, it had been his dying wish and she would make sure and make his wish come true. She would fight and kill the man who had taken his life. Even if she lost her life in the process at least she would be fulfilling Tommy's last words. But she hadn't thought she would not be able to inflict a single wound on Dameon. Surely it wouldn't end like this, she had to at least have a fighting chance before she died.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 14:44:51</strong>
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				The gun fired past Dameons head. He looked at her with the same cold eyes. He blocked her knee, having anticipated that she could do so, long before she had even thought to do it. He growled a little and holding the knife to her neck, and using her hand with the gun, he twisted her arm behind her back, making her face the fall. Holding her in place he began to disarm her, making her drop the gun and removing all of her other visible weapons.<br><br>He picked up the gun and began to dismantle it, pulling it apart into all of its separate components, rendering it useless, for now anyway. He didn't even seem worried that she could throw a punch ar him. He just looked at her and said "Go home" in the same monotone voice. He wasn’t about to kill someone who barley had the skills to defend themselves.<br><br>He heard her words and it made him sigh. Tommy. He remembered him. He was paid a ridiculous amount to kill him. The two of them had been rivals since day one. He had come to like him after awhile, before they were made to fight each other by their opposing organisations. Both of them knew when they entered that fight that they were no longer friends or rivals, just agents working for different companies nothing more. He just hadn’t expected his sister showing up at his door for revenge.<br><br>He looked back at her and said "Listen girl, I'm not going to fight someone who can barley hold up a gun. If you want target practise, go to the shooting range. Oh and by the way, I knew you were here the second you stepped foot into my front yard. Lesson number one girl, don't underestimate your opponent, lesson 2, don't let your emotions cloud your mind, now leave, go get some training, then if you want, come back, but make sure your ready next time" he said.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 01:22:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn it! He seemed to be reading her every move and she couldn't do anything to hurt him which made her extremely mad but anger wouldn't help her in this situation. Now she was facing the wall with her arm twisted up behind her back in a most painful way but she hadn't given in yet. She had a determination of steel not to give in until the very end. However, despite her resolve not to let the assassin get the upper hand on her, she was forced to drop the gun due to his technique of disarming her. Nikki listened as he dismantled the gun, not being able to see what he was doing but she had a general idea of what was happening.<br><br>Upon hearing the pieces drop to the floor she guessed his intention. There went her advantage. She wasn't strong enough to break out of his grip, especially not when he was focused on her, so she was forced to remain a captive of the man who had killed her little brother. Nikki narrowed her eyes at him when he once more told her to go home. She wasn't going to tell this monster there wasn't a home she could go back to, it wasn't his business. Her resolve remained strong and she glared at him, not saying anything, hoping he would release her from the wall so she could strike back. Nikki blinked when he told her he wasn't going to fight some weakling.<br><br>Weakling? He thought she was weak and couldn't hold a gun right? Well, he might be right any other day but when a girl had nothing to lose she became a completely different person. She growled under her breath at him, wanting to teach him a lesson but didn't know how to carry through with such a goal. "Then teach me yourself!" Nikki exclaimed, heated from the way Dameon was treating her and rather unexpectedly threw her head back, intending to crack heads with him. If he tried to jump out of the way or attempted to restrain her by yanking on her arm, Nikki would launch out with her leg to hopefully trip him up or something.<br><br>Or at least cause him to release her arm. She could deal with a bit of pain if it meant getting the upper hand once more on this assassin. Nikki might not look it but she was far from being weak and this assassin would find that out if he kept underestimating her.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shibby</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 12:52:05</strong>
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				Dameon felt her move her head back, probably to crack skulls with him. He moved his own head out of the way and got her into a headlock with his arms. He was really getting sick of her. He growled and turned her around to face him and pushed her way a few paces. He looked at her with his eyes, showing no emotion for the moment.<br><br>She wanted him to teach him. It was an odd proposition. He thought it through for a few moments before he came to his final decision. He looked at her and said "Fine, I'll teach you, but you have to agree to one condition. You do anything that I ask of you. If I tell you to hold a gun to your head, you do it, if I tell to cut yourself you do it, if I tell you to climb a mountain, you do it, do you understand?" he asked her .<br><br>He watched her for a reaction. If she didn't agree, he was going to throw her out himself. If she did agree, what he would do with her he would decide at a later date<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight to the Death (Shibby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 17:46:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Lovely. Now she was in a headlock and Nikki slid back across the floor a moment later when Dameon unexpectedly released her and pushed her away from him. Why had he done that? She frowned, staring over at the man who stood a few feet away from her and narrowed her eyes at him. However, she didn't make a move in retaliation, at least not yet since she knew he would most likely just subdue her once more. A plan was needed in order to take him down for good.<br><br>One that gave her the best chance at winning and she chewed on her lip as she thought things over. The gun was useless now since he had dismantled it and she didn't know martial arts that well. What else could she do? Nikki hadn't really expected the assassin to take her words to heart and she blinked when Dameon agreed to teach her. "What?" She eyed the assassin for a moment as her brain processed what Dameon was telling her and after a few minutes she inclined her head.<br><br>There wasn't much she could do here anyway in the long run but if he taught her, perhaps she could stand up to him. "On one condition of my own. You will not try and kill me until my training is complete and you will tell me when my training is complete before you try to attack me." Well that had been two conditions but she counted it as one since they were both tied together. Nikki didn't see the harm in agreeing with him as long as he didn't betray her and kill her beforehand.<br><br>She would have a good chance of taking <em>him</em> out if he trained her in the art of killing. Nikki didn't trust Dameon and that was why she had set forth the conditions.</span></span>
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