Millie walks across the room, her high heels creating an echo that could go for miles. The room that they are in is silent, with black walls and one chair and a hard wood table with chains wrapped around 4 pieces of wood end to end. There is a bag that she grabs some char, and match, helium, and a needle. "You should really present yourself in a more… strong and actually, should I say manly way. You'll get sucked into the world in one blink if you don't" Mille grins wickedly and starts to put helium into the needle.
"What are you doing? I-I'm sorry if I…" Emory began to shake, suddenly realizing with a sinking feeling he was restrained. "What's happening?"
" Nothing right now, I'm just preparing a little something for us to enjoy" Millie whispers, not taking her eyes away from what she is doing.
Millie's hands slip and she pokes herself with the rusty needle, "fuck, oh well, I have antidotes for that, for me." Millie lets the cut's blood ooze out of her hand and onto the floor, gracefully finishing her task.
"It'd better be tequila at this point," he muttered in a sarcastic reply.
"OH! I totally forgot about the tequila, maybe I'll put some of that in the needle to brighten your spirits!" Millie exclaims with genuine excitement.
Nicole walked through the alleyway. She was already plotting her next move, her next kill.
Millie picks up her phone, dialing Nicole's phone number. " Hey, you find the subject yet? This ones funny but…" Millie looks back over at Emory and starts to whisper " he's getting a bit boring"
"I heard that, asshole," Emory muttered. "It's not like I'm enjoying this either."
Millie's eyes bug out, " What the hell did you just say? Do you want me to inject helium into you slowly?" Her eyes are practically the size of golfballs
( I'll be on in like and hour or so, leaving school and going to bball practice)
(i'll be gone for the weekend in a few minutes so :P)
"Why are you injecting helium in me in the first place, huh?" Emory couldn't believe this woman.
Nicole smiled. Millie had found a better target for her. “Nice work. Don’t do anything to him without my permission. I want to give him a slow painful death”, she spoke into the phone.
Millie breaths heavily into the phone, " can I inject him mistress? " she says with slight anger and adrenaline.
“Sure, but don’t let him die until I get there. I want to test some new weapons on him.”, Nicole replied.
" Okay, he might be really tired when you get here from all the screaming he's gonna do… is that okay?" Millie responded timidly
“Works for me.”, Nicole answered. “As long as I get to play my pain games with him.” She gave a deranged smile.
"o-kie" Millie says. Her face darkens and she hangs up the phone and rolls her eyes over to her wild victem "mistress says it's fine, I can do it" She says pressing the syringe into his arm.
Emory cried out in pain and jerked back, slamming his head against the back of the chair.
" Does that mean more in your twisted language you young folk? MORE???" Millie screams as she takes the top out and pushes more helium into it
Emory's screams got progressively louder and louder until it was a pulsing shriek, before he finally passed out with a dull thump.
" Aw dammit, I was supposed to keep you conscious, you gotta wake up before mistress gets here, I swear to god if you don't she's gonna tease me again." Millie says with genuine fear
This is all badass, mind if I give her a go?
(Not at all, you can join!)
Nicole pretended to be a normal person when she walked past the crowds. Most of the time she was able to hide her insanity. She couldn’t wait to get back to Millie and cause some pain to the other kid. I’m going to love inflicting pain on him.,she thought with a smile.
Character
Name: Connor McGraves
Looks: Has short, thick black hair, in the stance of a crew cut, has light blue eyes, has a dark red ring-shaped birthmark on the left side of his neck, he's very tall, like 6'6", well made.
Personality: Somehow manages to be both kind and caring, and sick and twisted.
Skills: A seasoned businessman and mercenary, proficient with all appliances, and first aid, and with all vehicles of the land, air, and sea, excellent at disaster preparedness and rescue ops, also most weapons. Although he is terrible at cooking and cleaning, he can manage, also a bit bad at restraining himself when work or parties are involved. In the series he has a monstrous counterpart, but in this, he's normal.
(Cool. You can jump in when you want to.)
Connor walked out from the alley back into the open street, a mother idled along, pushing her baby in it's stroller. Two odd looking men talked out side a bar which had loud some fire rap playing inside.
He sniffed the air, turning up the collar on his trenchcoat, walking past a lady on the phone who'd just hung up.
Nicole walked past a boy, who like her, had black hair and blue eyes. “Hi.”, she said as she speed walked past him.
