Now I am sad..
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Thread Topic: Now I am sad..
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Switch kept herself from stumbling. This was a game she couldn't afford to lose. The price was too high. She tried to always keep thee train in sight. It soon became clear that running as she was would not suffice as a proper distraction from the pain. She couldn't ignore it. So she would have to just deal with it. She hoped that her target would get off soon.
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NEXT STOP: POINTE-CLAIRE STATION. ON ANOTHER NOTE, HAPPY TERRY FOX DAY, MONTREAL. PLEASE ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR NIGHT.
Jade smiled knowingly. Nothing would stop her from living, not even a trained assasin.
Hmm...I wonder if Killer is as persistent as Terry Fox was... -
Switch could feel a horrible aching, a sharp pain that wouldn't go away. She kept going. The pain reminded her of her childhood. A time she did not want to remeber.. this was a pain very similar to the one she had felt that night..
The train swept on as she struggled to stay on her feet. The memory of that night threatened to consume her, so she was grateful for another stab of pain that roused her. She sped, trying to get closer to the train, and farther from the memory. -
POINTE-CLAIRE STATION, NOW BOARDING. PLEASE ENJOY YOUR NIGHT.
Jade stood and got out, rushing. Ten minutes didn't feel enough. She turned towards the woods, knowing that the runners would be coming up soon.
This wouldn't be happening if I hadn't been in the wrong place at the wrong time... -
Switch finally saw the train stop. She had no doubt that her target would have changed her disguise. She looked around, searching. Finally she found a girl walking toward the woods. She had the same basic form, the same eye color, and she walked with the same speed of step. Switch started toward the girl. She could tell by now that her shoulder was bleeding. She had used it too much. She didn't know how heavily it was bleeding, and she wouldn't stop to check. She had to be sure that this was the same girl.
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Jade saw Killer, she was close. ...how the hell!?
There was no time, though.
She saw a runner come up, and turned her head to look at him. This way, Killer would see the change of skin tone on the cheek, but not the full face. Jade put on her Southern twang, a voice Killer hadn't heard yet.
"Aw babe, how bout a kiss for your favorite gal?" Before he had time to look confused, Jade slipped a 100$ bill into his open palm. She layed a kiss smack on his lips, then whispered to him discreetly "Just go with it"
Luckily, he was an actor himself. "Oh....Linda Mae! It's been forever, darlin'" He kissed her back, much harder. This boy was a little too keen on this idea.
"C'mon, honeybunches: let's run!" Jade ran, laughing, alongside the pretend-boy toy. -
(I'll be back in 30 min. Gotta go to my Dad''s house. We should continue thisd sometime, it's good :P Bye!)
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Switch froze. She felt light raindrops begin to fall. There would probably be a thunderstorm. She didn't care. The girl began to run with the boy. She knew the form of her target by now. They were the same. And yet..
At this point, she was beginning to feel dizzy, and confused. She stared hard at the girl, before stumbling away into the forest. She felt around her shoulder, and found that it was soaked in blood. Her eyes widened. She was in plain view, and a woman behind her began muttering to the man next to her. Something about blood.
Switch stumbled into the forest, deeper. No one would be able to see her. She slumped against a tree, holding her wound. The pain was unable to be ignored anymore. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. She had injured herself further in all the commotion that day.
She dismissed the tears of pain as rain, but couldn't conceal a wail of pain, as another stab lanced up her whole arm.
There was no way she could eliminate her target like this.. -
(Okay, but I have to go in a few minutes. And I won't be able to get back on until next weekend. Don't grow tired of this before then, okay?)
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Jade ran and when she was out of sight, she stopped.
why would an assasin ever stop? She had been rather bloody before...
Jade might have been rude, cunning and coy, but she wasn't heartless. Lakeshore hospital was 50 steps away. She ran inside, faster than ever.
She came out with a bandage roll, the type you would use to either soak up blood or protect a torn muscle for healing. She saw her opponent, bloody and in agony, and couldn't help but feel pity.
Killer didn't see Jade yet, but Jade didn't care. She set up her body, got into position, and through the roll as far as she could in the direction of the Killer. It landed in front of her.
Six years of baseball pitching never hurt anyone.
She lingered, a short while longer, than continued running in the opposite direction, past Lakeshore.
Did I just help my assasin in killing me -
(Okay, till next weekend! Bye! Oh, and don't worry: I don't think I'll lose interest :P )
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(Here. Don't know how long.)
A roll of bandage suddenly flew out of the trees and landed in front of Switch. She stared at ti. That was weird. She clutched at her shoulder and moved closer to look at it. It was damp fomr the rain, but usable. She carefully dressed her wound, hoping it would stop the bleeding. She didn't know where it had come from, but it would certainly help. -
(Anyone here?)
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(Great timing :D )
She ran and ran, until she couldn't work her muscles to move any farther. Track and fiels had helped her, in this situation.
Collapsing down on the sidewalk, she lay there, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
Downtown...I need to get downtown...but I'm so far! I'm in the suburbs, The West Island, apparently. Stupid Montreal, why couldn't you be closer to Quebec City? -
Switch pressed the bandage into the wound, wondering if there was anyway to tamper with it. The roll hadn't seemed to be used at all. Not unwound, not messed with. She had to wonder about that. And also, about who.
Who had given this to her. Eathes was a cold organization. They would not care for her. If she was weak enough to bleed out against a weak target such as this, she was not worth their time. So it was someone on the outside..
She winced again, realizing that she had pressed hard enough to make more blood spurt. She ignored the added pain. It was nothing anymore.
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