Writing User 1582 [M-VLS]

[Gavin]

[FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][COLOR=WHITE][SIZE=4][CENTER][B]User 1582[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][U]Part 0ne[/U][/CENTER] [LEFT][I]The story is set in the Enter the Net universe established by Solo Tremaine, twelve years after the accident which transported OtakuBoards? member populace into the internet.[/I] Novus Concordia, taken from a fictional work by what now might as well be a fictional person. It seemed oddly ironic then, it remained somewhat ironic now. She was shivering, he couldn't blame her, the tiny slip of a dress that she was wearing couldn't have provided much in the way of insulation. She was something magnificent in reality, her hair, her eyes, the shape of her body, it was a real shame it had to play out this way, but then it would have been a worse shame any other way, at least from his perspective. "[B]You don't have to do this...[/B]" It was more of a whimper than a statement, like a fish out of water being forced to take those last few breaths. "[B]You know I do.[/B]" He shrugged his shoulders, there was a finality about it, she broke down into tears. "[B]Shuusshh.[/B]" His gloved hand traced through her hair, over her scalp and down around her face until it cupped her chin, she just sobbed harder. His free hand removed the pistol from his right hand side holster, there was only the single round in the chamber, but it?d be enough. He?d considered poisons, traumas that would leave her body physically unaffected, but unfortunately this was a message and he couldn?t write a message without some ink. He pushed the barrel between her teeth, positioning it to deliver a shot that would blast most of her skull onto the rooftop behind them. ?[B]Any last words ?[/B]? She just looked at him, without hate, without anger, just... pity, and then he pulled the trigger. Even without the bustling noise of the city below, the shot was silent, the blood pattern exactly as he?d expected. He cradled the head for a few moments, as if wishing he could simply undue what had happened, what he?d done to her, but there was nothing to do and in reality he didn?t care. He dropped the head slowly, back into the body-bag where the very recently deceased had struggled to break out of only five, six minutes before hand. Closing the bag, from her point of view might well have looked like the last light of the coffin, slowly sealed for all eternity. The night seemed colder, maybe it should have after what he?d just done. HTML coding was a necessary skill, it was used in nearly every aspect of life, from the suit you wore, to the house you lived in. Real was a perception, ?electrical impulses interpreted by your brain?, and those impulses would tell anyone who might have seen him on the way down, that the body-bag and the corpse inside were nothing more than a simple dirty duffle bag, being carried by what would appear to be a homeless man removing his last few weatherworn possessions from a recently condemned building. By chance or fortune he?d met nobody, and reached the alley below without incident, the body found it?s way into the trunk, and he was behind the wheel and into the midnight traffic rush before anything could seem amiss. ?[B]We?re going home now.[/B]? ?[B]You awake ?[/B]? The voice was female, coming from outside in the hall. Rap, rap, rap, the repeated sound of knuckles against the varnished oak of the door. There was no answer from within. ?[B]Hey sleepy-head I?m coming inside. You know we?ve got a lot to do today.[/B]? She had a spare key to the apartment, the locked door slid open acquiescently, the kitchen/living area was spick-and-span like it always was. The curtains overlooking the city were drawn, so she opened them. The morning rays illuminated the room, dancing across the glassware set on the kitchen shelves. ?[B]I?m not going to call you again.[/B]? She called playfully. ?[B]If you?re not up in the next five second I?m going to come in there with a bucket of water.[/B]? No reply. ?[B]Have you got a guy in there with you ?[/B]? She moved across the room, stopping at the door to listen for the sound of love-making, nothing. She opened the door, greeted by a spread drawn over the bed?s occupant. She moved quickly, but still mischievously, and grabbed the end of the duvet, tugging it off the bed, and bringing the pool of blood that had accumulated from the hours previously on the floor. She feel back screaming, one name over and over again. Zeke...[/LEFT] [CENTER]||||||||||[/CENTER] [LEFT]I decided I'd try my hand at a fiction with a little more bite than the normal fare. As you might imagine this revolves around the character known as User 1582, and the rest as they say will be revealed later.[/LEFT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]