Gabriel Seran
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Apr 15, 2009 21:09:46 GMT -5
Things seemed to be moving along smoothly, though there were still several hurdles Gabriel needed to be tended to. The Militia seemed to be formed and with their support at his back, including the new members to his entourage, Gabriel would take the Pillars and those troublesome teachers out in one swift just cause. As simply an icing at the top of the cake Gabriel had a present to surprise the school soon after. But of course that was far beyond what the eye could normally see. For now.
The things needed to be tended to, were simple organizational matters he needed to track down the few remnants of the old parties his original intent willing to drive out the old scourge. The one he had in mind was an old friend who’d saved his life earlier on this year. Stu, he hardly had known the man long enough though trusted him about as keenly as he had Unfettered. He planned roaming the normal places he’d seen the man but realized he didn’t know where he could be found. Gabriel didn’t exactly know what to do in that situation perhaps wait around till trouble started brewing maybe if he got jumped again Stu would show up.
Gabriel marched slowly into a bakery his company had endorsed for the exportation of drugs and medical units. He took a seat in the back room watching the men carefully siphoned the precious materials within a bread loaf. They were careful not to spill any for even a trace distorted could bring suspicious attention in their direction.
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THE Justin
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Post by THE Justin on Apr 19, 2009 15:08:04 GMT -5
Stu was normally a shady person when he didn't want to be found. And in fact, he hardly ever wanted to be found. There were few people in his life that knew his cell, and fewer yet that he would expect calls from.
Unfortunately, he had never given that number to Gabriel, the man who was trying to fulfill the orders of Unfettered, taking Militia to the next level, trying to bring down their rival organizations, especially the Reapers, and less consequential to Stu, the pillars of the school.
Well...
Stu watched from the alleys as Gabriel haunted around that area of their first meeting, with the man with the harmonica. He followed the boy at a distance, his head down but his eyes on the look for any sudden movements by the boy. He walked the sidewalk where Stu had helped the boy with that artsy girl. He passed the building where the meeting with Olesya had taken place.
Finally, the boy ended up at a bakery where Stu had never been to. He smirked. Perhaps the boy knew he was following him after all? He had brought him to an unfamiliar area, though Stu doubted it was much different than the dingy corrupt and disgusting neighborhoods that surrounded the 'glorious' city.
Stu walked in, just catching Gabriel's trailing red jacket walking through a door. Like a regular or a worker there, he pushed open the door and walked in behind him. He would garner the stares of many of the workers there, but Stu was not there for them.
No, he was there for Gabriel. He was there for the boy that was supposed to solve all the problems that Unfettered had outlined in his attempts to unify them all.
And now here was Stu. What did he want? Well...
"Gabriel..."
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Gabriel Seran
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Apr 19, 2009 17:01:05 GMT -5
"Gabriel..."
He stayed with his back to Stu, knowing that clear well he was there now. He faintly gleamed with a grin. There were a few things he needed solved now, moral, courage and all horrible things a leader must do to inspire a means to a war. The people he was to lead weren’t ready for it not yet at least, there would be time though he needed something to spark their anger, still they were hiding behind a sheath of hope that diplomacy would win out the day, what they needed was brutal action and Gabriel was full willing to do so.
“Stu…” He said turning in a single motion, calm and in control.
“I think its time we get this on a roll.” Gabriel said matter of fact, “We need someone to infiltrate the Reapers, because you and I both know a war will not shut them out immediately, it will only plant seeds of vengeance.” He started turning away to a counter where a few chiefs were busily preparing meals. With a swift hand he ushered them away.
“And I have to ask you a favor as well….” He paused slowly moving his hand over a large butcher knife, “Bring me a revolution…”
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Post by THE Justin on Apr 19, 2009 18:14:11 GMT -5
Stu's eyes did not move when the boy motioned the chefs away, the entire back of the building clearing out almost instantaneously. Stu moved closer, removing the great coat that he wore, made in Russia and bought second hand at a store nearby. He laid it upon the chair Gabriel had just been sitting in.
Gabriel spoke of what he wanted of Stu. But Stu could not agree. No... he wouldn't play that game. No. He wouldn't. He had been there once before, and didn't want to go there again. His mind had been warped and twisted before by betrayals, or thought betrayals, and he wouldn't let anymore friends be hurt that way.
"No. Gabriel... I can't be the one to do that. I can't be the scapegoat. I can't... I won't join the Reapers."
~Two days earlier~
Stu was breathing heavily. There was a girl opposite him. She was known as Linda Osako.
The Piller.
A Reaper.
His face was bleeding, nose damaged but probably without breakage. However, blood vessels had burst from the strong strike that was delivered there, one he admittedly should've seen coming.
However, Linda didn't continue the assault. She stood, and brushed her hair from her face, standing matter of factly.
"Hm. Alright. You're good as far as I'm concerned. However, you're going to have to do something to prove your affiliation. We know you have met with Gabriel. We know you saved him from those bullies outside the art building, we hired them.
Prove this isn't just an infilitration."
Stu wiped the blood from his nose, and nodded, assuredly. He grabbed his jacket and walked out into the night, sniffling the blood back up. He felt it travel through the canal to the back of his throat, and felt the coppery taste. It wasn't pleasing.
~Present~
He snapped back, tasting the blood that he had those two nights ago. He took a step towards Gabriel.
"This isn't for you. This is for me."
Stu moved forwards quickly. His words would ring, and hopefully keep Gabriel off his senses. Stu's fist flew forwards, aimed directly at the boy's face. After the punch, Stu'd grab the boy by the top of the head, and slam it downwards onto the metal table, and hold it there. With the boy pinned to the surface, he'd grab that thick bladed cleaver.
And he would start the revolution that Gabriel so wanted.
The blade would fall downwards. It would impact directly on the wrist, severing the hand at a crucial point. Stu knew this was dangerous to the boy's health. He knew the boy could die.
But he had to do it. He had to prove himself.
The blade impacted upon the boy's bone, and Stu brought the piece of cutlery back into the air, and with precision drove it downwards again, hacking into the bone. It shuddered in his hands, and he almost had to let go of it as blood splattered upwards, covering his face as he held the obviously in pain boy down with his entire body, the boy still slightly dazed from the double face hit.
And with a final rising, the blade fell downwards, severing the hand completely. It flopped from the skin it had originally held close, blood splattering across the metal table, now pooling in a great amount. Stu held the knife again on high, breathing heavily as the boy thrashed below him.
Stu let go, and let the boy fall away from the table and the onto the ground. It was here that Stu stopped paying attention to him, instead dropping the knife into the sink full of suds and water.
He looked at the hand, and grabbed it, wrapping it in a kitchen towel to soak the blood that would still be circulating through the veins within the severed hand. He dropped another towel towards the ground near Gabriel. He bent over and went into the boy's jacket, grabbing the jingling keys there. He grasped them in hand before speaking;
"I am sorry friend of my old friend... but you're not powerful enough to complete His mission. I will do it for us...
No matter the cost."
Grabbing his coat and walking out, the shotgun swaying at his side, the people ran out of the building screaming, the chefs and associates of Gabriel running into the back room to see the scene of carnage.
He rounded the side of the building, and got into that faithful car of Gabriel's, the Black Lotus that the boy owned. He hopped in, and started the engine. Gunning it, and peeling out and down the road.
He didn't look back.
((Hope you don't mind a bit of inferring on my behalf >D All for the story!))
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Gabriel Seran
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Apr 20, 2009 0:29:55 GMT -5
"This isn't for you. This is for me."
Gabriel with his back turned lifted a slight smile, it would hurt but only for a short while he could hold on for that much it was a necessary loss something worth the pain. Freedom was worth the pain, his death was worth the pain everything would then come full circle here where he stood.
His senses tuned in feeling the labored breathing now coming out of him as the tension grew, he knew what must be done and yet was afraid. He needed courage here now more than ever, nothing to hold onto, there was nothing but the future no past memories of anything good passed through his mind only a massacre of pain and retaliatory fear. Fear that he must become for peace, everything had to be fear.
A strong grip rushed into his hair ruffling it and the moment Gabriel hit the board he smiled before a weakened cry rang out the edge had slashed his eye. He wailed in the instant of pain that filled him before going down, no fighting he let it happen. The knife was in his hand, hack, hack, first try it didn’t go all the way through. Blood and pain and loss. He could feel it burn through him the stench of copper and shit run amok in the small kitchen, and with it came the hand.
Disarmed, Gabriel lie in flailing pain on the ground writhing. After a short while of wailing he slept there on the floor quiet, eyes bulging open one congealed in blood while the other looked catatonic. He was different, now was time to change everything. His revolution would begin.
“Thank you…” He whispered silently as his staff surrounded him screaming for an ambulance as it all went dark. Hours perhaps even days later he woke up in a bed and drapes around him a part of him missing and yet a part filled.
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