Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2017 17:09:21 GMT -5
Emilee: Drop the knife.....
Michael's expression twisted and contorted into that of displeasure. Stupid bitch! He thought to himself. His grip on the knife tightened turning his knuckles white. He contemplated what his next move was. He gave her his gun. She was no doubt aiming it at the back of his head right now. Kids these days, he mused. He was willing to put money on the fact that her aim was shit and her nerve was even worse. She didn't strike him as a vicious little pixie, but he had been wrong before. He thought she would run. Instead Hannah Montana decided to grow a backbone and a set of balls and challenge him.
Emilee: Darius, in here.
The words were barely out of her mouth. Michael's hand stiffened. His fingers taut and firm. He whirled around with such speed, such ferocity that he took her by surprise. She was only a few steps behind him, but his tall lanky reach was enough to catch her. Michael spun around and backhanded her nearly taking her head off in the process. She told him to drop the knife. He chose to drop her instead. Moments before Michael had heard the creaking groaning wail of the boards on the stairs. He knew his time was short. Michael secured the gun first. He slipped it in the pocket of his leather jacket. The buckles on his leather jacket jingled as he moved around her body on the floor. Yeah, he had stunned her alright. Michael reached into his messenger bag, he dug around in his bag frantically. He only had moments, seconds possibly. The hands on the clock were his worst enemy right now and he didn't know when those hands were going to be at his throat. His hand wrapped around what he was looking for. Amongst the cans of food and bottles of pills he found a hyper dermic needle. This thumb found the plunger. A wicked grin briefly invaded his hawk like features.
Mikey: You just couldn't be smart kid.
Michael didn't waste a second longer. He stabbed her in the neck with the needle. He wasn't gentle. That was going to bruise like a bitch and he hoped she felt it later. He injected a nice heavy stream of heroin directly into her muscle. He didn't have time to stop and look for a vein. A vein would have had her flying in seconds. Doing it this way it'd be a few minutes but she didn't weight much. He figured it'd kick her ass sooner rather than later. Michael stood up and tossed the needle on the floor beside her head. He stood towering over her. He wasn't happy he had to take the sloppy approach. He liked to think he was more organized than that, but results were results. He reached in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a folded Boucher. It was a pamphlet talking about Wellington private school. A local High school in the neighborhood for rich kids to get their "private school on." It was the closest thing he had to a business card these days and he always carried one. There were tons of them lying around. When she needed her next fix at least she'd have some clue where to find him. Michael balled up the broucher and slipped it into the palm of her hand. He could tell by her face that something was happening already. Michael crouched down over her body. He grabbed her face and turned her head so she was facing him. He looked her right in the eye as his tight grip on her face tightened even more.
Mikey: Ride the high kid, there's nothing like your first..... You should be more trusting.
He said with a smirk and then quickly stepped over her and crawled out the open window. There was a lower roof just below the window. Michael stepped out onto it and slid his way down a drainpipe. Back outside now. Michael clutched his messenger back and shoulder tackled a walker trying to grab for him, he kept running back down the street. Now, he just had to wait......
(OOC: Michael retreated back to his hide out which is a high school not far from there. He completed his goal of getting his hooks into Emilee, he is actually afraid of Darius because he knows a fight with him would probably mean his death. I have left the house and went back to the school, but i'm still in the story i'm going to let you two thread back and forth while I read until one of you comes searching for me.... I know at least one of you might be "Motivated" too. I'm really enjoying this story by the way.... I'll leave Darius to answer some uncomfortable questions now XD have fun! )