Post by Tiger on Jul 30, 2008 8:31:52 GMT -5
Tiger held tight.
It was too late, there was too much damage, he could feel the last thread of life, slowly dwindle and vanish, his friends grip lessened. His eyes fluttered, once, twice, three times, and his stare remained. Staring blankly upwards, their leader was dead.
Tiger let go, he moved Jolo’s hand and placed it on his chest, his clothes were wet with blood and muck. It was a fate that would visit them all sooner or later, they’d be killed by a rival or as soon as the curse hit.
Tiger was surrounded by his friends, his pack, the people that he had journeyed with half way around the world, but he’d never felt so alone. He dipped his fingertips into the blood that was slowly oozing out of his fallen leader and scrawled long harsh lines against his face, it was tradition, he stood and his pack circled around Jolo and fashioned their own war paint.
‘Does anyone challenge me?’
Tiger asked, his voice was small and damaged, but commanding. He waited but nobody made eye contact. He knew nobody would try and challenge him, they’d known Jolo’s wishes as well as he did. There was a sudden explosion of noise outside. The sound of children’s battle cries, metal against metal.
‘I don’t think we should camp here all night, it won’t be long before they find a way in...’
He said as he ran his hands through his dark thick, red hair. They had been hit by the razors as soon as they reached New Melba. It had once been the pack’s territory but apparently the Razor’s had taken over, they all managed to get away without any real damage, except for Jolo, he’d taken the brunt. The Pack managed to get themselves into what looked like an old factory of sorts. It was full of boxes of clothes and leathers and sneakers. Perfect.
He felt a small hand gently touch his shoulder, fish looked back at him, she had the largest bluest eyes they’d ever seen, it was how they named her. Her long perfectly straight black hair hung like curtains around her pretty face. Her knives were securely fasted around her body in various locations. She didn’t have to say anything else. He sighed and let his head drop onto her shoulder.
‘I just wanna play like we used to...’
Tiger said softly. There was a gunshot from outside. Tiger straightened up, he felt for his Sais fasted in his felt and felt immediate comfort.
‘They have a gun...’
He said frantically.
‘Everyone together, we’re getting out of here and taking the Razor’s down on the way, we’ll head to the top of the city, the Angel park. Everybody ready?’
He said as loud as he could, his voice strained.
It was too late, there was too much damage, he could feel the last thread of life, slowly dwindle and vanish, his friends grip lessened. His eyes fluttered, once, twice, three times, and his stare remained. Staring blankly upwards, their leader was dead.
Tiger let go, he moved Jolo’s hand and placed it on his chest, his clothes were wet with blood and muck. It was a fate that would visit them all sooner or later, they’d be killed by a rival or as soon as the curse hit.
Tiger was surrounded by his friends, his pack, the people that he had journeyed with half way around the world, but he’d never felt so alone. He dipped his fingertips into the blood that was slowly oozing out of his fallen leader and scrawled long harsh lines against his face, it was tradition, he stood and his pack circled around Jolo and fashioned their own war paint.
‘Does anyone challenge me?’
Tiger asked, his voice was small and damaged, but commanding. He waited but nobody made eye contact. He knew nobody would try and challenge him, they’d known Jolo’s wishes as well as he did. There was a sudden explosion of noise outside. The sound of children’s battle cries, metal against metal.
‘I don’t think we should camp here all night, it won’t be long before they find a way in...’
He said as he ran his hands through his dark thick, red hair. They had been hit by the razors as soon as they reached New Melba. It had once been the pack’s territory but apparently the Razor’s had taken over, they all managed to get away without any real damage, except for Jolo, he’d taken the brunt. The Pack managed to get themselves into what looked like an old factory of sorts. It was full of boxes of clothes and leathers and sneakers. Perfect.
He felt a small hand gently touch his shoulder, fish looked back at him, she had the largest bluest eyes they’d ever seen, it was how they named her. Her long perfectly straight black hair hung like curtains around her pretty face. Her knives were securely fasted around her body in various locations. She didn’t have to say anything else. He sighed and let his head drop onto her shoulder.
‘I just wanna play like we used to...’
Tiger said softly. There was a gunshot from outside. Tiger straightened up, he felt for his Sais fasted in his felt and felt immediate comfort.
‘They have a gun...’
He said frantically.
‘Everyone together, we’re getting out of here and taking the Razor’s down on the way, we’ll head to the top of the city, the Angel park. Everybody ready?’
He said as loud as he could, his voice strained.