Sigamund Molotch
Feb 6, 2012 16:37:43 GMT -5
Post by hosk on Feb 6, 2012 16:37:43 GMT -5
His eyes watched from the shadows of the dank alleyway. Swathed in darkness like a fresh nightmare. Yet they did not see him, they never saw him. Not unless he wanted them too and even that was rare. The deal was going well and soon it would be his time to strike....
The man flinched as he felt a sharp pain in his back and his dark eyes grimaced at the sight of the steel blade transfixed from his chest and through his heart. Determined to avenge his own death he drew his curved butchers blade and turned as the sword was pulled from his body. He spun and rolled, knowing he would catch his killer and end him. However. he met only the sight of a slender arming sword taking him across the throat. He recognised the man who had killed him, that smirk and the arrogant cast to his features. "Molotch..." the man gurgled as he died.
.......
"That was unexpected. I did'nt think they would send the butcher. This is troublesome news..."
Molotch ignored the man thinking out loud. What was his name again? Of course. Barsus. It was difficult to remember all the petty minions to the various gang lords in Murandy. Did it matter? Not one bit. Afterall the little fool did'nt know it yet but he was now...unemployed. Still....
"Yes, yes. Troublesome. Now I want paid" said Molotch grittily
"Why would I do that?"
Molotch turned at the sound of another voice. He should have known who it was and he knew he would pay for it now.
"Probably because I tried to kill you?" Molotch said with a smirk at the approaching man and his cronies. His boss as it were, although regretfully alive. The little wizened fool had somehow got out of the trap he had laid. Irritating....
"You failed. Ingenious though it was trying to drop that anvil on my head. Your too ambitious Molotch, greedy"
The men drew blades. This was bad indeed...
.....
Molotch escaped Murandy, although barely. Heading into Andor he would try to carve out a place for himself away from his enemies.....
It was a beginning...
The man flinched as he felt a sharp pain in his back and his dark eyes grimaced at the sight of the steel blade transfixed from his chest and through his heart. Determined to avenge his own death he drew his curved butchers blade and turned as the sword was pulled from his body. He spun and rolled, knowing he would catch his killer and end him. However. he met only the sight of a slender arming sword taking him across the throat. He recognised the man who had killed him, that smirk and the arrogant cast to his features. "Molotch..." the man gurgled as he died.
.......
"That was unexpected. I did'nt think they would send the butcher. This is troublesome news..."
Molotch ignored the man thinking out loud. What was his name again? Of course. Barsus. It was difficult to remember all the petty minions to the various gang lords in Murandy. Did it matter? Not one bit. Afterall the little fool did'nt know it yet but he was now...unemployed. Still....
"Yes, yes. Troublesome. Now I want paid" said Molotch grittily
"Why would I do that?"
Molotch turned at the sound of another voice. He should have known who it was and he knew he would pay for it now.
"Probably because I tried to kill you?" Molotch said with a smirk at the approaching man and his cronies. His boss as it were, although regretfully alive. The little wizened fool had somehow got out of the trap he had laid. Irritating....
"You failed. Ingenious though it was trying to drop that anvil on my head. Your too ambitious Molotch, greedy"
The men drew blades. This was bad indeed...
.....
Molotch escaped Murandy, although barely. Heading into Andor he would try to carve out a place for himself away from his enemies.....
It was a beginning...