Re: Vendetta [S!2 Round 2 ~ So
12-30-2012, 03:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Palamedes.
Rivia stood up, stretched out the kinks in her body that come from sleeping on something as hard and unforgiving (to your back at least) as gravel, and stifled a yawn. Unnecessary questions such as why she was lying down on gravel or when she had falled asleep in the first place remained unasked, instead replaced by a general sense of furious confusion.
"What the fuck?"
She looked around at the nearby buildings.
"Where the fuck am I?"
Not that she, or any narcotics abuser for that matter, was a stranger to waking up in a place she didn't recognize. Hell, it was almost a daily occurrence for her. What bothered her was that today was supposed to be one of those rare exceptions to her regular abuse pattern, she was supposed to meet up with few of the boys and take out some fat piece of shit who pissed off some other rich shit, and she knew from experience just what sort of hell she was going to get in if she was late. Furthermore, the more she looked around the more things started to get more and more fucked up.
Firstly, where the hell was she? This place looked like the middle of fucking nowhere, definitely not part of or even near the city she was supposed to be in this second. There weren't even any fucking people around, the place looked deserted. Hell, it didn't even look like the same goddamn country. Banco? Wasn't that Mexican or something? Son of a bitch she was in Mexico wasn't she? Last night definitely set a new record for worst trip ever, and as that usually also means best trip ever, Rivia wished she could remember it. After a few seconds of thinking how wrecked she must have been, the ramifications of her being in fucking Mexico hit her like a sack of bricks.
Oh god oh god oh fuck I'm in so much shit they're going to take it they're going to take it and waste me and make me deal
Of course she knew her bosses weren't going to kill her, they had sunk enough into her addictions and the abilities they gave her to just throw it out to make a point. No, what they would do was infinitely worse - they would take all of her substances and let her deal with the withdrawal for a while. Rivia just knew it - they would take her goddamn medicine and make her go fucking cold turkey. She had fucked up once before and they had done it, and those four days were the worst she could remember ever having. She had fucked up and got four days back then, and that was just for a minor offense, being fucking late for a hit she didn't even have to take part in. She dreaded whatever plans her bosses would have for her when they found out just how bad she fucked up this time; would they take it all away for a whole week, maybe even two? Rivia shuddered just thinking about it.
She took a few deep breaths. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought? Maybe someone had changed the meeting place to Mexico for some fucking reason, maybe the day of the hit was tomorrow and she had fucked up the dates, maybe the whole bullshit assignment had been called off altogether. At this point she was ready to hope for anything. She checked her phone for any messages… and no reception, how fucking typical. She was about to throw the piece of shit at the ground when something caught her eye. Specifically, it was the time and date indicator, which stated as bluntly as machines always do that she was supposed to meet for the hit a full two weeks ago - and Rivia knew that no trip, no matter how kickass, would result in losing out on two weeks, much less that she could have survived the wrath of her bosses so easily for being shitfaced on the job. Especially when the job involved being paid an almost impossible sum just to kill some fuck name Itallio
It was then that Rivia was hit with a larger, heavier, more metaphorically sack of bricks (probably while on fire, metaphorically of course). It was still hazy, but she remembered heading out, sober as can be (for her at least), to take on the job. She remembered it was supposed to be easy, a piece of fucking cake. After all, he was just a regular, run of the mill mafia boss, and she had helped kill plenty of those. An ambush would suggest differently, as would a non-drug induced blackout while the rest of her team got slaughtered.
~~~
She then remembered waking up strapped to a chair, with armed guards, some sort of doctor (though not the healing kind of doctor, you can easily tell these things if you've been in the business long enough), and some fucker in a fedora. The fucker introduced himself as Itallio and in doing so helped Rivia realize just how fucked she was more then the bonds holding her in place or doctoral equipment being polished just within her field of vision.
He punched her and asked her where she was from. She knew better then to say right away.
He punched her and asked her which idiot hired her. She said she didn't know, they were never told.
He punched her and said he didn't believe her at all. She insisted.
He punched her one last time and told the doctor to begin, just in case. Call him back when she was ready to talk. It was then that he vanished, either into thin fucking air or through the door opposite Rivia. Her memory was even hazier here, probably from getting her ass kicked, or from the beating, or the torture. After a while the mob boss came back, though she was too out of it at the time to fully recognize what was going on. Said a few strange things to the doctor, starting with 'release her'. A few stranger things followed, some directed at her and some at others asking him what he was thinking, Rivia was too out of it at the time to really think.
Said something about 'hitmen finding only one suitable replacement'. Rivia wondered if they had gotten one of his guys back during the fight. He then said something about how 'she's handled herself decently enough so far' and walked towards her. Wait, was he talking about her? She'd stab that son of a bitch in the eye if he was going to try shit, passing out on his shitty floor or no. He stopped a fair distance from her and glared before continuing. 'Probably didn't know what she was getting into', 'seem like a reasonable type', 'give you a shot', 'need an extra guy', 'might draw out that son of a bitch' all came out of his mouth before he started with some weirder shit. 'Have to compete with', 'deer guy', 'hand guy', 'demon guy', 'could use another x chromosome' - Rivia remembered at that point getting together enough to ask him who the fuck did he thought she was with that chromosome bullshit, 'some sort of fucking scientist?' or something. He laughed and offered her a choice, compete or death.
~~~
Rivia rubbed her head, back in reality now that she kind of knew what the hell had happened.
"Yeah, big fucking decision tough guy. Oh, I think I'll choose death! Asshole."
~~~
After her impromptu recruitment, she was put in some sort of lounge room. Somehow. Mabye she blacked out again, it seemed like the only reasonable explanation. Regardless, she was still a bit too woozy to really pay attention to the don’s shit but he was explaining that the doctor and some altar of win or something weren't around anymore? Then he said her name and some sort of code or something? She didn't know, it was boring and there were five other people at the table who she couldn't remember and he teleported them or some kind of shit and knocked her out again. For better or for worse, Rivia was in this thing, whatever it was, and at least she kind of knew the events leading up to it.
~~~
“Now to find what the fuck I'm supposed to be competing in...”
She tried to think. What did she know so far? Besides the fact that the fat bastard was forcing her and presumably a bunch of other people to do shit for his sick enjoyment, of course. Other people including a deer guy, hand guy, and demon guy. She figured the first was probably some kind of hunter? She didn’t know much about deer besides the fact that they still existed solely for the rich to hunt them, so he was probably some sort of rich snob. Depending on his type, he could be an easy mark to trick into giving her some way out of this shithole or he could be a piece of fucking work who’s better off shot. Hand guy was probably some sort of pervert. Or had really big hands. Rivia briefly tried to remember if people said anything about guys with large hands, but decided it was probably no threat at all. As for demon guy, Rivia concluded she’d need to know what the fuck a demon was before she could figure him out. Some booky of her bosses talked about them once, so they were probably from books or something. Too bad books were for pussies.
There was also the slight chance that Itallio could have just meant there was literally a guy who looked like a deer, a guy with extra hands, and some sort of probably fucked up thing. In that case he was putting together a sick freak show, but Rivia dismissed the thought. After all, he could have found much worse then her right? If it was, well, she’d just have to strangle the fuck out of that judgemental shit bridge when she came to it.
Rivia knocked over a nearby trash can out of boredom, all of this thinking was annoying as fuck. Before she could however, she heard some kind of muttering from a nearby alley, followed by footsteps. Before she could react, more murmuring joined in from other alleyways and streets, slowly getting closer. Fuck the competition, whatever it was sounded like bad news and Rivia had to get the fuck out of there. She saw an opportunity, the nearby Banco (which, she thought, was probably Mexican for Bank) which initially tipped her off to her location was only seconds away, and to top it off, its window looked easily smashable. Unlike literally every assumption she had made thus far, this time she was correct, the glass losing a short battle with her shoulder as she jumped through the window and took cover against the wall. Almost as soon as she did, the voices sounded significantly closer, as in right over the fucking wall closer. Rivia thought about looking over to see what they were, but decided against it and just closed her eyes instead. Ten seconds in, the voices stopped. Rivia decided it was safe enough now for a look.
There was jack shit there. No footprints, no damage to anything, nothing. What’s more, the window she had just busted through was as good as fucking new.
"What the fuck?"
Rivia stood up, stretched out the kinks in her body that come from sleeping on something as hard and unforgiving (to your back at least) as gravel, and stifled a yawn. Unnecessary questions such as why she was lying down on gravel or when she had falled asleep in the first place remained unasked, instead replaced by a general sense of furious confusion.
"What the fuck?"
She looked around at the nearby buildings.
"Where the fuck am I?"
Not that she, or any narcotics abuser for that matter, was a stranger to waking up in a place she didn't recognize. Hell, it was almost a daily occurrence for her. What bothered her was that today was supposed to be one of those rare exceptions to her regular abuse pattern, she was supposed to meet up with few of the boys and take out some fat piece of shit who pissed off some other rich shit, and she knew from experience just what sort of hell she was going to get in if she was late. Furthermore, the more she looked around the more things started to get more and more fucked up.
Firstly, where the hell was she? This place looked like the middle of fucking nowhere, definitely not part of or even near the city she was supposed to be in this second. There weren't even any fucking people around, the place looked deserted. Hell, it didn't even look like the same goddamn country. Banco? Wasn't that Mexican or something? Son of a bitch she was in Mexico wasn't she? Last night definitely set a new record for worst trip ever, and as that usually also means best trip ever, Rivia wished she could remember it. After a few seconds of thinking how wrecked she must have been, the ramifications of her being in fucking Mexico hit her like a sack of bricks.
Oh god oh god oh fuck I'm in so much shit they're going to take it they're going to take it and waste me and make me deal
Of course she knew her bosses weren't going to kill her, they had sunk enough into her addictions and the abilities they gave her to just throw it out to make a point. No, what they would do was infinitely worse - they would take all of her substances and let her deal with the withdrawal for a while. Rivia just knew it - they would take her goddamn medicine and make her go fucking cold turkey. She had fucked up once before and they had done it, and those four days were the worst she could remember ever having. She had fucked up and got four days back then, and that was just for a minor offense, being fucking late for a hit she didn't even have to take part in. She dreaded whatever plans her bosses would have for her when they found out just how bad she fucked up this time; would they take it all away for a whole week, maybe even two? Rivia shuddered just thinking about it.
She took a few deep breaths. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought? Maybe someone had changed the meeting place to Mexico for some fucking reason, maybe the day of the hit was tomorrow and she had fucked up the dates, maybe the whole bullshit assignment had been called off altogether. At this point she was ready to hope for anything. She checked her phone for any messages… and no reception, how fucking typical. She was about to throw the piece of shit at the ground when something caught her eye. Specifically, it was the time and date indicator, which stated as bluntly as machines always do that she was supposed to meet for the hit a full two weeks ago - and Rivia knew that no trip, no matter how kickass, would result in losing out on two weeks, much less that she could have survived the wrath of her bosses so easily for being shitfaced on the job. Especially when the job involved being paid an almost impossible sum just to kill some fuck name Itallio
It was then that Rivia was hit with a larger, heavier, more metaphorically sack of bricks (probably while on fire, metaphorically of course). It was still hazy, but she remembered heading out, sober as can be (for her at least), to take on the job. She remembered it was supposed to be easy, a piece of fucking cake. After all, he was just a regular, run of the mill mafia boss, and she had helped kill plenty of those. An ambush would suggest differently, as would a non-drug induced blackout while the rest of her team got slaughtered.
~~~
She then remembered waking up strapped to a chair, with armed guards, some sort of doctor (though not the healing kind of doctor, you can easily tell these things if you've been in the business long enough), and some fucker in a fedora. The fucker introduced himself as Itallio and in doing so helped Rivia realize just how fucked she was more then the bonds holding her in place or doctoral equipment being polished just within her field of vision.
He punched her and asked her where she was from. She knew better then to say right away.
He punched her and asked her which idiot hired her. She said she didn't know, they were never told.
He punched her and said he didn't believe her at all. She insisted.
He punched her one last time and told the doctor to begin, just in case. Call him back when she was ready to talk. It was then that he vanished, either into thin fucking air or through the door opposite Rivia. Her memory was even hazier here, probably from getting her ass kicked, or from the beating, or the torture. After a while the mob boss came back, though she was too out of it at the time to fully recognize what was going on. Said a few strange things to the doctor, starting with 'release her'. A few stranger things followed, some directed at her and some at others asking him what he was thinking, Rivia was too out of it at the time to really think.
Said something about 'hitmen finding only one suitable replacement'. Rivia wondered if they had gotten one of his guys back during the fight. He then said something about how 'she's handled herself decently enough so far' and walked towards her. Wait, was he talking about her? She'd stab that son of a bitch in the eye if he was going to try shit, passing out on his shitty floor or no. He stopped a fair distance from her and glared before continuing. 'Probably didn't know what she was getting into', 'seem like a reasonable type', 'give you a shot', 'need an extra guy', 'might draw out that son of a bitch' all came out of his mouth before he started with some weirder shit. 'Have to compete with', 'deer guy', 'hand guy', 'demon guy', 'could use another x chromosome' - Rivia remembered at that point getting together enough to ask him who the fuck did he thought she was with that chromosome bullshit, 'some sort of fucking scientist?' or something. He laughed and offered her a choice, compete or death.
~~~
Rivia rubbed her head, back in reality now that she kind of knew what the hell had happened.
"Yeah, big fucking decision tough guy. Oh, I think I'll choose death! Asshole."
~~~
After her impromptu recruitment, she was put in some sort of lounge room. Somehow. Mabye she blacked out again, it seemed like the only reasonable explanation. Regardless, she was still a bit too woozy to really pay attention to the don’s shit but he was explaining that the doctor and some altar of win or something weren't around anymore? Then he said her name and some sort of code or something? She didn't know, it was boring and there were five other people at the table who she couldn't remember and he teleported them or some kind of shit and knocked her out again. For better or for worse, Rivia was in this thing, whatever it was, and at least she kind of knew the events leading up to it.
~~~
“Now to find what the fuck I'm supposed to be competing in...”
She tried to think. What did she know so far? Besides the fact that the fat bastard was forcing her and presumably a bunch of other people to do shit for his sick enjoyment, of course. Other people including a deer guy, hand guy, and demon guy. She figured the first was probably some kind of hunter? She didn’t know much about deer besides the fact that they still existed solely for the rich to hunt them, so he was probably some sort of rich snob. Depending on his type, he could be an easy mark to trick into giving her some way out of this shithole or he could be a piece of fucking work who’s better off shot. Hand guy was probably some sort of pervert. Or had really big hands. Rivia briefly tried to remember if people said anything about guys with large hands, but decided it was probably no threat at all. As for demon guy, Rivia concluded she’d need to know what the fuck a demon was before she could figure him out. Some booky of her bosses talked about them once, so they were probably from books or something. Too bad books were for pussies.
There was also the slight chance that Itallio could have just meant there was literally a guy who looked like a deer, a guy with extra hands, and some sort of probably fucked up thing. In that case he was putting together a sick freak show, but Rivia dismissed the thought. After all, he could have found much worse then her right? If it was, well, she’d just have to strangle the fuck out of that judgemental shit bridge when she came to it.
Rivia knocked over a nearby trash can out of boredom, all of this thinking was annoying as fuck. Before she could however, she heard some kind of muttering from a nearby alley, followed by footsteps. Before she could react, more murmuring joined in from other alleyways and streets, slowly getting closer. Fuck the competition, whatever it was sounded like bad news and Rivia had to get the fuck out of there. She saw an opportunity, the nearby Banco (which, she thought, was probably Mexican for Bank) which initially tipped her off to her location was only seconds away, and to top it off, its window looked easily smashable. Unlike literally every assumption she had made thus far, this time she was correct, the glass losing a short battle with her shoulder as she jumped through the window and took cover against the wall. Almost as soon as she did, the voices sounded significantly closer, as in right over the fucking wall closer. Rivia thought about looking over to see what they were, but decided against it and just closed her eyes instead. Ten seconds in, the voices stopped. Rivia decided it was safe enough now for a look.
There was jack shit there. No footprints, no damage to anything, nothing. What’s more, the window she had just busted through was as good as fucking new.
"What the fuck?"