RPG An Assassin's Life [M-LSV]

[Zephyr]

OOC: Finally, a chance to post. Working four 10-hour long days in a row doesn't leave much time for writing.


Phelan sat down in the stool next to Jalena, and turned towards the door so he could lean back against the bar. "Damn it! I knew I should have killed that bastard years ago." He reached over and grabbed the bottle of vodka from Jalena, then took a swig of the liquor.

Jalena snatched the bottle back, and with one quick motion took another drink. "We'll get our chance. Ha cannot hide for long before we find him. And when we do--" Jalena never got to finish her sentance as Phelan suddenly shoved her off of the stool. A second later he was knocked back by a burst of gunfire, and slammed into the bar.

Standing in the door was a lone soldier from Zerverius's troops. Based on the fact he was alone he was obviously a scout, probably one of many sent to search form the AD-0. The man's gung-ho behavior cost him his life as his gunfire was answered by the assassins. It might have been different if he had waited for backup. As the soldier fell, Phelan stood up. He coughed heavily, leaving blood on the palm of the hand he used to cover his mouth.

"S***, he's hit in the lung," Zeddrick yelled as he rushed over.

"I'm fine," Phelan managed to say in a raspy voice as the coughing subsided.

"No, you're not! You were hit in the lung, you're bleeding." Zeddrick tried to help Phelan over to one of the stools, back was pushed away.

"I said I'm fine." Phelan unzipped his leather jacket to show the bullet-proof vest he had taken earlier. "I just got the wind knocked out of me, and bit the inside of my mouth when I hit the bar. We had best get this placed closed up, just in case his friends show up."

Phelan sat back at the bar and grabbed another drink from the vodka bottle. "God, this stuff sucks. Couldn't you afford something better?"

[Redemption]

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Jalena looked horrified when Phelan was hit in the chest. She breathed a sigh of relief when he revealed he was wearing a bullet-proof vest.
" God, this stuff sucks. Couldn't you afford something better?" Phelan said to Jacob who hid behind the bar. He poked his head up, checking if the coast was clear.
" Don't knock it. It's a chick drink,"Jalena replied, smiling at her brother's comment.

Soon after they boarded the place up, preventing any unwanted access to the club. Then they waited. The sounds of an army echoed up the street. Commands were shouted, the sound of feet against the pavement. Jalena sat on the bar, waiting for them to enter. She liked the dramatics of killing. The others hid in various places around the club, waiting for the perfect time to shoot. BANG! BANG! The army battered the boarded up doors.
" Welcome to hell, boys," Jalena muttered to herself as they crashed open. Standing up on the bar dressed in her school uniform, the soldiers stopped dead in their tracks. They just stared at her. She smiled at them as her short shirt whipped up from the wind.
" The advantages of being a girl..." With that, she withdrew both guns and started a massacre. With her lead, the others started killing the oncoming waves of soldiers. Jalean enjoyed this thoroughly. Not the killing, but the showing off of her skills to the others. She performed amazing gymnastics on the bar, flipping to dodge bullets and shooting while in a one-handed handstand. Bullets whizzed through the air. She loved this. She was in her elemental.
" The black-handed maiden of death..." she breathed while throwing three of her daggers and hitting their marks," Noir - French for death."

Soon, a mass of dead bodies littered the floor of the club. Jacob again stood up from behind the bar and sighed, looking at the devastation of the club.
" I really should get another job," he said, lighting up a cigarette. Then he saw Jalena lying on the bar, a small pool of blood around her.
" Oh shit..." He rushed over to her and helped her sit up. She was barely breathing. Jacob looked for any wounds. A small bullet hole was at her left hip.
" Magnum, Phelan, Zeddrick, Jalena's been hit."
The three ran over to the bar. Jalena's eyes were rolling back into her head.
" Now what are we supposed to do?"Magnum asked unemtionally. Both Zeddrick and Phelan turned towards him.
" Listen here Magnum. Don't you dare say anything about Jalena. You understand?" Phelan breathed, holding his anger by a thread.
" I think you'd better get her to a hospital. She's not going to last long her," Jacob said, picking up her limp body and walked out the back door. Zeddrick gave a deadly glance at Magnum then followed Phelan and Jacob.[/COLOR]

[Gelgoog Pilot]

The small group moved out into the cool night air. They weren't alone. A small contingent of troops still remained. They were no doubt waiting for back up when they began opening fire.

"Phelan, get her out of here. I'll hold them off, then I'll meet up with you at the hospital ok?"

Phelan nodded as he took off into the misty night, Magnum close behind. Zeddrick turned and faced the troops. they were just now begining their persuit. A tortured smile filled Zeddrick's face as he bolted towards the lead soldier and jabbed him swiftly with his twin blades. The man slumped to the ground. Shortly after two more fell with bleeding holes in their chests. Zeddrick used the darkness to cloud his movements as he snuck up on another one of the now confused men. His blades sunk deep into the back of his shoulders, his breath escaping in a loud hiss.

Three soldiers spotted Zeddrick then in his attepmt to flee. They opened up on him, he dodged the fire well enough. A fourth man appeared right infront of him howerver, and in a split second pain ripped through Zeddrick's gut. He grabbed his side instinctively and pulled it aways revieling a bloody hand. [I]How did he manage to get by me? I must be losing my touch. Ugh, I'll never make it to the hospital like this...I'm sorry Jalena, this is all I can give you now, a diversion to save your life.[/I]

He stumbled into the night with the sound of persuit close behind. He had made his way into a large park where he sat down next to a bench. Shrouded in brush he fell a sleep, partly from fatigue, the rest from the pain.

[Redemption]

[COLOR=DimGray]Jalena opened her eyes. Slowly, a white hospital ward came into view. She felt for her wound on her hip. It was bandaged. She turned her head to the side slowly. Phelan, Jacob and Magnum came into view. When Phelan saw her stirring, he breathed a sigh of relief.
" Jalena....I swear if you ever do that again, I will kill you personally," he said sarcastically.
Jalena smiled. " Even if you could kill me Phelan, you wouldn't," she replied in a weak voice. A bad feeling made its way into Jalena's stomach. Someone wasn't there.
" Where's Zeddrick?" Jalena asked them softly as she sat up in the white hospital bed. Phelan looked at the ground.
" He diverted the contingent of soldiers folllowing us to the hospital. He hasn't returned," Magnum replied for Phelan.
" What?"
" Its true Jalena," Phelan added, still looking at the floor. Tears welled up in Jalena's eyes.
" Zeddrick...."

[I]Meanwhile.....[/I]
Zeddrick lay asleep in the park as groups of soldiers passed him, searching for the very man who was sleeping. Luckily he decided to hide behind a bush before taking a nap. After the soldiers gave up on the search in the park and left, a blonde haired, blue eyed girl walked over to Zeddrick and shook him awake, taking a look at his wound as a side.
" Huh...." Zeddrick mumbled before being hoisted to his feet and made to start walking. He looked over grogily to the side where he felt someone supporting him as he walked. He saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl exactly like Jalena. Her stance, her figure, the deadly gaze in her eyes, they were all the same.
" Who....are you?" Zeddrick asked groggily, feeling the pain of the bullet wound climax. The girl just smiled and kept walking. Soon, they were at the doors of the General Hospital. Once inside, Zeddrick was taken to surgery and the bullet was removed from his gut. A few hours later and he was wheeled to the same ward Jalena was in. Very much to the other assassins' surprise, Zeddrick muttered to them as he past them.
" Zeddrick!!" Jalena sqealed from her bed. The man who wheeled Zeddrick from surgery looked up at Jalena.
" Do you know this man?" he asked.
Phelan nodded. " Yes sir. He was caught in the crossfire of a gun battle we were caught in too. He's our comrade," he said, relieved to have Zeddrick back. Zeddrick looked over to Jalena.
" I....luvv....yo....." a numb confession came. Jalena's eyes widened. Phelan's mouth dropped. Magnum and Jacob sniggered.
" Somehow I don't think he knows what he's saying Jalena. Don't take it personally," Jacob responded to Jalena's shocked look.


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[Zephyr]

Phelan rolled his eyes after the shock of Zedrrick's confession wore off. [i]Nothing like painkillers for slips of the tongue.[/i] Looking down at the gauze over Zedrrick's wound, Phelan figured that he would be fine in a few days. The problem was, how to keep the group from being discovered before Jalena and Zedrrick were ready to move. Zerverius's troops knew they were hurt, and would be looking in the hospitals.

Phelan pulled one of the doctors aside for a moment. "How long will it before they can be moved out of here?"

"At least three days," the doctor replied. "They are still at risk of infection or other complications."

"I want them ready to move in three hours." Phelan said sternly.

"There is no way I would allow that." The shock of Phelan's order was not hidden well by the young man.

"I said three hours, and I mean it! If the people chasing us find us there will be fight. That means guns blazing, innocent bystanders being hit, and many dead people in halls. You understand?" The doctor nodded, a look of pure fear on his face. "Good! Now, can you tell me who brought my comrade in?"

The young doctor pointed to a young blonde that was slowly approaching them. Phelan thanked him, and the doctor made his way down the hall quickly, still looking a bit pale. As the blonde approached Phelan turned in her direction.

"I suppose I should thank you for helping my friend," Phelan said flatly, "but Iid prefere you tell me who you are first."

"You don't trust me?" The young girl smirked. "Even after I saved your friend?"

"There are only tow people I trust. I'm one of them, you are not the other. Now, who are you?"

[Redemption]

"I suppose I should thank you for helping my friend," Phelan said flatly, "but Iid prefere you tell me who you are first."

"You don't trust me?" The young girl smirked. "Even after I saved your friend?"

"There are only tow people I trust. I'm one of them, you are not the other. Now, who are you?"[/QUOTE]

[COLOR=DimGray]The blonde girl smiled at Phelan knowingly.
" Don't you see a resemblence?" she asked, taunting him. Phelan scanned her over. [I] She looks a lot like Jalena, exactly like Jalena[/I]. The girl smiled, knowing what was going through his mind.
" So, have you figured it out yet?" the blonde asked, looking Phelan up and down.
" Hmmmm....you look alot like Jalena....." Phelan started.
" The only other genetically made assassin..." the blonde said, smiling. Phelan's head swept up to meet the blonde's serious gaze. She continued. " And my twin sister..."
" WHAT!" Phelan yelled, " That's impossible."
" Not as impossible as you think," the blonde replied.
" But that means that...."
" Zerverius made her just to be his puppet, and eventually he was going to do those horrible things to her."
" Like touching her..."
" Yes."
Phelan swore loudly, making staff and patients stare at him. He pulled Jalena's twin sister into a spare room. She smiled.
" This is...."
" Unbelievable," she finished his sentence.
" Exactly."
Before another word was spoken, the blonde bent in and kissed Phelan passionately on the lips. Phelan was shocked and just stood there.[/COLOR]

[Zephyr]

The shock from the kiss was short-lived as the blonde unexpectedly bit down on Phelan's lip and tore the skin. Phelan winced a little as he returned to reality, and the blonde just smiled at him. Using the back of his left hand Phelan checked the damage that was done.

'Well, I can see the resemblence now. You two have a real problem with mood swing, you know."

She smiled again. "What can I say? It's a curse."

"Let me get one thing straight. Regardless of who you are, I still do not trust you." Phelan gripped the hilt of the knife he kept hidden in his coat's lining. "And I still have no reason to believe your story."

Phelan lunged forward and swung his blade through the air. The attack was not meant to harm her, but to test her claim of being the same as Jalena. The young blonde never bothered to dodge, and let the knife draw blood on her right arm.

"Is that all?" She asked, now having lost the feral smile from before. With lightning speed that Phelan had seen only Jalena use, she flew forward and slammed her fist into his abdomen. As Phelan fell to the ground, gasping for air, her hand struck down against his neck, and everything went black.

[Redemption]

Jalena looked around the room. Where had Phelan gone? She stuggled to get herself up from the bed, but with sheer determination she did. Jacob was at Zeddrick's side, with his back to her. One thing she hated was being cooped up, she liked her freedom and like was an understaetment. Jalena heard a thump of a body on the ground. Her hearing detected it was in the hospital room next door. Sneaking out of her room masterfully, Jalena slid into the next room to see a mirror image of herself, except for the blonde part. Her eyes narrowed.
" Who are you?" she hissed. The blonde smiled.
" So you've finally got out of bed. In less time than I expected but nonetheless, still out." The blonde strode towards Jalena who stood her ground firmly.
" I ask you again, who are you?" Jalena hissed, then noticing Phelan on the ground, unconscious. She didn't flinch but became more resolved to kick this chick's ass.
" I am Ziarre, your twin sister," the blonde said, smiling. Jalena neither flinched nor moved. She stood there, like a column of ice.
" My twin..."

Memories flooded back.

Test tubes...water...chambers...no warmth...no love...people running around in front of her in white coats...a sudden smashing of glass...DNA strands...computers...cold...very cold...air...gasping for air...

Jalena opened her eyes. She smiled too. " My twin. Genetically modified to do what our superiors ordered us too."
" But we had different ideas," Ziarre replied.
" Indeed..."
Jalena walked over to Phelan. Still out cold. She stood up, grabbed some ice cold water from a jug in her room and splashed it over his face.
" Mmmmm.....what?" he mumbled as he sat up. He looked up into Jalena's smiling face.
" Phelan," she said warmly and kisses him for the first time in her life. Ziarre smiled and back out of the room. She made her way into the room that had Zeddrick and Jacob in there. Magnum was sitting on a chair in the corner. Ziarre smiled at him, but only got a cold stare back.
" Jerk..." she said under her breath. She walked over to Zeddrick who was still in a daze. Jacob looked up into Ziarre's face.
" Whoa! Who are you?" he asked.
" I'm Ziarre. Jalena's twin sister."