By Uncommon 9 Comments
At first, he used her
Bending nature to his whelm
But now, she's using him
At first, there was the bang, calling to match all of their guns versus Uncommon's blades. Following fluidly were the waves of blood that danced through the air like layers of an abstract painting coming together. The open negotiation room was decorated with little more than a round table, damaged blue walls and marble floors, but the masked assassin would expertly find a way to utilize every surface in his massacre. It was fatal to blink when Uncommon focused his attacks through his katanas, but when his earth bending turned the floors into spikes and the paint chips into bullets, each target's breath could have been their last. A calm moment wouldn't arrive until it was just the blood-soaked demon and his last victim who took cover behind the remains of the round table. He made a slow and quiet stroll over the 18 bodies that stood between him and the last man, but before Uncommon was within arms reach of the coward's back, a face painted in fear turned around and blasted a sawed-off shotgun at the devil's ironic grin. Blam!
“August, buddy, looks like you woke up face first into a brick wall. All those little cuts and bandages... sh*t man. When you said we needed to talk I thought you were finally ready to tell me what happened over in Gothic a few months ago... but I can see why your stubborn a*s called for my help... Hey, I appreciate you flying me all the way out here too, but honestly there are these professionals called bodyguards that I think you-”
“ Arnold... It's nice to see you too and it's been too long, we'll have to catch up, but as your boss, take you lips and sew them shut. I'm handing over my CEO position at Winter Tech and I need you to schedule the biggest press event of your publicist career. I uh... I need to make sure my actions going forward don't reflect the company”
“... Wait... woah... too much too fast-”
“ I think I'm- I think I'm going crazy ”
“ No you've always been crazy, but in like a sitcom boss way. This sh*t here, are you sure about this? ”
“ I'm going to tell you something I don't ever want to leave this room... I've been hearing voices, seeing things, and blacking out. I don't know where any of these cuts came from Arnold... And the ones on my face aren't even the worst.”
The scattershot of lead sends the grimacing mask flying through the air in pieces along with chunks of more humanly flesh from the assassin himself. The impact found Uncommon's head cocked back towards the ceiling like he was stargazing intensely. His knees don't give in though. His arms don't move an inch from his side. It hardly even looks like he's breathing. The man behind the shotgun was confused beyond words and each breath inhaled was quick, cold and crisp with the odor of the bloodshed. I don't think it's dead, he thought before peering down to reload his shotgun. A inhumanly deep shriek erupted from the remains of Uncommon's vocal cords, and when the last man standing looked back up, he was staring into the jaws of an even more horrid beast.
The assassin who wore a demon's face had been absorbed by the more animalistic side of his earth bending, where all that remained was a pitch black monster, breathing out golden embers from behind crystalline teeth. The man didn't even notice when his index pulled the trigger, but the beast charged towards it's pray all the same. The bang called for a match between the bullets and the Uncommon Beast. Following fluidly, the lead disappeared into the black abyss of the monster and the last man standing was mauled into pieces like an abstract art of mother nature.