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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:03 pm
Proustite did not thrill to the screams of the frightened girls the way that Painite did. The satisfaction he gleamed from them was in the confirmation of his own power. Of his superiority. It was more than something, to be able to do the things that he could with little consequence.
It was intoxicating.
The shrillness of the girl's screams did grate on his ears, but Proustite forgave them their noise in the wake of their terror. If he were in their shoes, Jack would probably have reacted in a similar fashion.
But he was not in their shoes. And he liked it that way.
Drunk on himself and the madness of their little game, Proustite scoffed at Painite's challenge. Two of them? At once? You bet your a** he could do that.
Proustite stepped easily over the unfortunate bulk of the fallen father and seized one of the girl's by the arm. His hold was gentle, but she remained petrified where she sat, cowering behind her hands.
"This isn't happening," she whispered, "this isn't happening. This isn't happening."
But it was.
Her companion, a scrawny girl with buck teeth, almost got away from him by crawling under the table. Proustite sighed, rolled his eyes, and then closed his hand around her ankle. She tried to kick him away, but his grip was too strong.
"Relaaaax," Proustite murmured, and worked to relieve both girls of their energy, "It'll be over faster if you just relax."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:37 pm
Their high heels and too-old-but-fancy slippers probably wouldn't have looked too nice on Proustite, anyway. Or at the very least were too small.
She grinned as she watched Proustite draining the two girls, shaking her head. It was really like taking energy from... babies? At least in the metaphorical 'absolutely helpless' sense of the word. She moved to catch two more of her own, the numbers dwindled now. It hadn't been a very big gathering, or they had arrived at the beginning or end, but it was still very much worth dropping by for.
Taking a breath, she drew from the two with a practiced ease. There was something about having multiple targets, a lot of chaos to keep track of and conquer, that was more thrilling than just hunting people one by one in the streets.
And it took more work: more planning, more preparing. If they had more time, she would have brought a trap or two. There were so many possibilities, so many things to make sure of, and that delighted Painite's often over-active mind. Even now that things were running smoothly, once they were done and the energy had been collected they would have to clean things up so no one was the wiser to their games.
Leave little to no trace behind.
Her two targets fell and looked at the glowing orbs in her hands, a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:22 pm
If this was as close to a hard day's work as Proustite would ever have to get, he suspected that he was going to live a long and happy life. Jack was a lazy creature. And Lieutenant Proustite was no different.
The Negaverse had provided him with magnificent gifts. Speed. Strength. The ability to almost suck the life out of a person with his bare hands.
In the beginning Proustite had done as he was bid because he wanted keep them, and not necessarily because he agreed with the things the Negaverse was trying to achieve. This had changed in the months that he had spent harvesting energy, and fighting the enemy alongside his teammates. Proustite still wasn't sure what being a part of the Negaverse truly meant, but he had quit looking for the answer in favour of belonging.
In favour of power.
Somebody had to have it.
"Tell me, birthday girl," Proustite zeroed on the only remaining member of the party, who he had saved for last. She did not tremble where she sat, curled around her father's fallen frame. There was a defiant glint in her eye that set the lieutenant's teeth on edge.
Proustite ignored the look on her face. "Is your cake chocolate or vanilla?"
"Red velvet," she spat at his foot.
Jack wrinkled his nose, and wiped his boot on her father's pants, "that was just gross."
"He's breathing!" the birthday girl whispered, ear pressed to the fat man's chest. She smiled despite the precariousness of her situation, and the Negaverse agent who loomed steadily closer. "His heart still beats! He's alive!"
Proustite sighed, feigning boredom, and closed his hand around the softness of her throat. She clawed at his hand with her fingernails, and managed to leave red marks behind. Proustite hissed through his teeth, squeezed just a little, and dragged the girl to her feet so that he could look her in the eye.
"Happy Birthday."
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