Post by The Greater Evil on Dec 16, 2009 21:15:10 GMT -5
“You thought” he said with a short pause; “If such a word could ever be applied to you...that you could get away with this scheme that you were involved in ?”
His tone was smug, but it conveyed so much behind it that it was obvious that he was taking great pleasure in what was unfolding before him. The person on the other end just stared at him with a weary expression…even if his eyes spoke of great fear.
“A loss for words boy ?” he continued; “That’s hardly like you.”
Dirge walked around behind the person held captive in the chair and leaned over his shoulder, speaking into his ear. As he spoke his tone was remorseful…and dripping with sarcasm.
“Do you know what the sad part of this is...”
It was clearly a rhetorical question, not that the man in the chair was in any condition to answer it if it weren’t.
“Your partner in crime has thus far eluded me, whereas you have not.”
The statement caused the man in the chair to flinch, as if he had been slapped in the face extremely hard. The involuntary motion drew a smile of pure joy from his captor.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that he is more intelligent than you.”; he said with a dry chuckle, running a hand around the man’s neck until it was resting across the front of his throat.
“Of course, we both know that isn’t the case” he stated, pausing once again; “The current state of affairs just heavily implies such to those less knowledgeable of the larger situation.”
He started constricting his hand around the man’s throat just enough to inhibit the flow of air, but not enough to leave a mark or cause him anything more than great discomfort.
“Had you not done as you did, regardless of that empty plea for mercy...such as it was...perhaps I’d be capable of feeling something more akin to pity for you.” He said, standing up and placing both hands down flat on the beaten man’s shoulders.
“So much for what might have been...” he stated, mock sincerity and blatantly disingenuous sadness in his tone.
“Merry Christmas...”
It was all punctuated with a loud, blood curdling scream of pure animalistic agony.
Fade.[/b]
“Damn it Cary, who let Yuri into the shed after all of the eggnog he’s devoured ?!!”
Dirge stood with his massive arms folded across his chest, his face a mask of excessive irritation. He lovely raven haired wife Carolyn sauntered up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist while laying her head against the outside of his right arm. He looked down at her and moved his arm, positioning it around her neck and shoulder before looking down at her. She smiled up at him angelically, an expression that only she and his daughters could flash at him and get away with. He rolled his eyes and laughed, kissing her on the forehead before turning and looking back out of the large, ornate wood framed back door...just in time to see a young looking man with a wildly flying blonde hair and a very stupid and very inebriated looking smile go flying by on an extremely large and extremely expensive Kubota lawnmower. Unfortunately the plow on the front was down and tearing up the back lawn as the very drunk young Russian tried to plow the lawn of what little snow sat on it.
“Damn it...” uttered Dirge as his wife suppressed a chuckle next to him, causing him to look down at her in mild annoyance.
“You’re no help my love...you know that, right ?”
She chuckled again, leaning closer to him and tightening her arms around his waist.
“I know sweetheart, but Yuri is having so much fun…and the girls have never seen him act like this. They’re having so much fun watching him. Besides...” she paused for a moment, causing him to look down at her again.
“Besides ?”
“When was the last time you saw a Russian in a Santa hat and Elf ears riding across our lawn on a tractor covered in Christmas lights ?”
He exhaled slightly and chuckled, in spite of his irritation.
“Touche.” He stated, grinning in spite of himself. “Where’s Erik ?”
“He’s with Mikael and Andrei planning on how they’re going to subdue Yuri.”
“Plan ?” he asked somewhat incredulously. “He was a soldier. He responds to orders.” What’s there to plan...”
“How about how not to get ran over by the lawn tractor being driven by a drunk former commando ?”; she replied with a sly and slightly sarcastic grin on her face.
“Oh you’re funny.” He replied with mock exasperation, making it a point to tickle her around her waist, causing her to giggle at him.
“I like you better when you’re like this honey. You worry me when you get so focused and intense. This angry change in your personality worries Melissa and Amy too. They worry about Daddy.”.
There was sadness and great concern in her voice as she said it, causing him to turn her around and look her in the face.
“I’m sorry to scare you...and the girls. It is unfortunately necessary though. It will all be over soon...”. Her response was to lay her head against his shoulder and hug him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head, smelling her hair.
“I...” she never got to finish the statement as Damarest walked into the room and looked at Dirge, his face calm. He held her head up and looked into her dark brown eyes.
“Save that thought. I’ll be back in a bit.”; he said as he stepped away from her. She looked up at him, concern written all over her face.
“Please be careful…I don’t want you to end up comatose in a hospital bed again.”
He turned and grinned at her, his expression confident and dangerous.
“I’m not going to be the one in the hospital bed this time.”
He turned and walked out of the room with Damarest falling into stride at his right just as Carolyn turned around to watch Yuri go flying past the porch a little further out in the lawn, with two men chasing him, their eyes waving wildly. Carolyn turned around as she heard footsteps coming up behind her, smiling as she saw Erik. He smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged hopelessly, causing her to smile at him.
“It seems Yuri is winning…”
He began to walk out of the house, following Dirge and Damarest before he turned, a slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he shrugged at her.
“Sometimes the Yuri’s of this world only appear to be winning…” was his calm reply before turning back around and leaving the house without another word.
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His tone was smug, but it conveyed so much behind it that it was obvious that he was taking great pleasure in what was unfolding before him. The person on the other end just stared at him with a weary expression…even if his eyes spoke of great fear.
“A loss for words boy ?” he continued; “That’s hardly like you.”
Dirge walked around behind the person held captive in the chair and leaned over his shoulder, speaking into his ear. As he spoke his tone was remorseful…and dripping with sarcasm.
“Do you know what the sad part of this is...”
It was clearly a rhetorical question, not that the man in the chair was in any condition to answer it if it weren’t.
“Your partner in crime has thus far eluded me, whereas you have not.”
The statement caused the man in the chair to flinch, as if he had been slapped in the face extremely hard. The involuntary motion drew a smile of pure joy from his captor.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that he is more intelligent than you.”; he said with a dry chuckle, running a hand around the man’s neck until it was resting across the front of his throat.
“Of course, we both know that isn’t the case” he stated, pausing once again; “The current state of affairs just heavily implies such to those less knowledgeable of the larger situation.”
He started constricting his hand around the man’s throat just enough to inhibit the flow of air, but not enough to leave a mark or cause him anything more than great discomfort.
“Had you not done as you did, regardless of that empty plea for mercy...such as it was...perhaps I’d be capable of feeling something more akin to pity for you.” He said, standing up and placing both hands down flat on the beaten man’s shoulders.
“So much for what might have been...” he stated, mock sincerity and blatantly disingenuous sadness in his tone.
“Merry Christmas...”
It was all punctuated with a loud, blood curdling scream of pure animalistic agony.
Fade.[/b]
“Damn it Cary, who let Yuri into the shed after all of the eggnog he’s devoured ?!!”
Dirge stood with his massive arms folded across his chest, his face a mask of excessive irritation. He lovely raven haired wife Carolyn sauntered up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist while laying her head against the outside of his right arm. He looked down at her and moved his arm, positioning it around her neck and shoulder before looking down at her. She smiled up at him angelically, an expression that only she and his daughters could flash at him and get away with. He rolled his eyes and laughed, kissing her on the forehead before turning and looking back out of the large, ornate wood framed back door...just in time to see a young looking man with a wildly flying blonde hair and a very stupid and very inebriated looking smile go flying by on an extremely large and extremely expensive Kubota lawnmower. Unfortunately the plow on the front was down and tearing up the back lawn as the very drunk young Russian tried to plow the lawn of what little snow sat on it.
“Damn it...” uttered Dirge as his wife suppressed a chuckle next to him, causing him to look down at her in mild annoyance.
“You’re no help my love...you know that, right ?”
She chuckled again, leaning closer to him and tightening her arms around his waist.
“I know sweetheart, but Yuri is having so much fun…and the girls have never seen him act like this. They’re having so much fun watching him. Besides...” she paused for a moment, causing him to look down at her again.
“Besides ?”
“When was the last time you saw a Russian in a Santa hat and Elf ears riding across our lawn on a tractor covered in Christmas lights ?”
He exhaled slightly and chuckled, in spite of his irritation.
“Touche.” He stated, grinning in spite of himself. “Where’s Erik ?”
“He’s with Mikael and Andrei planning on how they’re going to subdue Yuri.”
“Plan ?” he asked somewhat incredulously. “He was a soldier. He responds to orders.” What’s there to plan...”
“How about how not to get ran over by the lawn tractor being driven by a drunk former commando ?”; she replied with a sly and slightly sarcastic grin on her face.
“Oh you’re funny.” He replied with mock exasperation, making it a point to tickle her around her waist, causing her to giggle at him.
“I like you better when you’re like this honey. You worry me when you get so focused and intense. This angry change in your personality worries Melissa and Amy too. They worry about Daddy.”.
There was sadness and great concern in her voice as she said it, causing him to turn her around and look her in the face.
“I’m sorry to scare you...and the girls. It is unfortunately necessary though. It will all be over soon...”. Her response was to lay her head against his shoulder and hug him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head, smelling her hair.
“I...” she never got to finish the statement as Damarest walked into the room and looked at Dirge, his face calm. He held her head up and looked into her dark brown eyes.
“Save that thought. I’ll be back in a bit.”; he said as he stepped away from her. She looked up at him, concern written all over her face.
“Please be careful…I don’t want you to end up comatose in a hospital bed again.”
He turned and grinned at her, his expression confident and dangerous.
“I’m not going to be the one in the hospital bed this time.”
He turned and walked out of the room with Damarest falling into stride at his right just as Carolyn turned around to watch Yuri go flying past the porch a little further out in the lawn, with two men chasing him, their eyes waving wildly. Carolyn turned around as she heard footsteps coming up behind her, smiling as she saw Erik. He smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged hopelessly, causing her to smile at him.
“It seems Yuri is winning…”
He began to walk out of the house, following Dirge and Damarest before he turned, a slight smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he shrugged at her.
“Sometimes the Yuri’s of this world only appear to be winning…” was his calm reply before turning back around and leaving the house without another word.
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