Post by elisastryker on May 15, 2017 19:20:24 GMT -5
Ok, one last edit:
I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for what feels like a mile. His face has been glued to his phone this entire time. This'll be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around. Everything is silent and dark. I take a slow breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart as I visualize this poor soul's fate, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, and I can't afford that.
Instinctively, I jog up behind him and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. The kick was harder than anticipated. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I mutter.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before headlights appear on the street. This mission would go a lot smoother if my bra strap wasn’t cutting into my skin.
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I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for what feels like a mile. His face has been glued to that phone this entire time. This will be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around. Everything is silent, dark, and still. I take a slow breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, and I can't afford that.
Instinctively, I jog up behind him and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I mutter.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before headlights appear on the street. This mission would go a lot smoother if my bra strap wasn’t cutting into my skin.
253 words because I wanted to finish the sentence...
I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for a mile—at least it feels that way. His face has been glued to that phone this entire time. This will be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around my head. Everything is silent, dark, and still. I take a slow, deep breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, I can't afford that. Instinctively, I release the air from my lungs, jog up behind him, and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I say.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer and a few blocks in front of me headlights turn onto the street. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before we are spotted.
I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for what feels like a mile. His face has been glued to his phone this entire time. This'll be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around. Everything is silent and dark. I take a slow breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart as I visualize this poor soul's fate, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, and I can't afford that.
Instinctively, I jog up behind him and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. The kick was harder than anticipated. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I mutter.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before headlights appear on the street. This mission would go a lot smoother if my bra strap wasn’t cutting into my skin.
I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for what feels like a mile. His face has been glued to that phone this entire time. This will be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around. Everything is silent, dark, and still. I take a slow breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, and I can't afford that.
Instinctively, I jog up behind him and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I mutter.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before headlights appear on the street. This mission would go a lot smoother if my bra strap wasn’t cutting into my skin.
253 words because I wanted to finish the sentence...
I’ve followed this guy through these deserted streets for a mile—at least it feels that way. His face has been glued to that phone this entire time. This will be an easy hunt. Forget sneaking. Short of yelling his name, he's not going to notice me.
A cool wind blows between the buildings of downtown, swirling my hair around my head. Everything is silent, dark, and still. I take a slow, deep breath and hold it. A hint of regret crosses my heart, but I erase it. Regret will make me lose focus, I can't afford that. Instinctively, I release the air from my lungs, jog up behind him, and jab the spikes of my brass-knuckle-shaped stun gun into his ribs, the power up as high as it'll go. His phone drops to the ground as his body stiffens. Now he knows I'm here.
A swift kick into the jagged brick wall and he's knocked out cold. Hopefully, the impact of his head slamming into the concrete doesn't kill him. The Organization needs him alive, and I refuse to let someone die by my hands. He's still breathing—for now.
“Idiot. Pay attention to where you're going,” I say.
The distant rumble of a truck engine gets closer and a few blocks in front of me headlights turn onto the street. Using both hands and every ounce of my strength, I grab my prey by the foot and drag his limp body into the alley next to us before we are spotted.
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