Broken Memories
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(7/29/07 9:09 pm)
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Rude Interruption- 7/29/311
7/29/311
It was nightime in the sin city called Anarab. The perfect time for any sort of illegal activities. Gambling, stealing, murder, rape, take your pick. You can get away with anything in this city, just as long as it doesn't conflict with The Collection's day to day operations. Disturbing them guarantees that you'll at least end up with one less limb. That's only if they're feeling nice. For one of The Collectors, "nice", isn't a word he's accustomed to. He has never shown compassion to anyone, but The Donia. That Collectors name is Vozla Jusheen.
Moments ago, Vozla had received reports that a few petty thieves had recently killed a couple of Pleibians. While this would normally not be of any concern to him the Pleibians in question were among some of the best informants in the underground. Also the most trustworthy to Vozla at least. His Searchers had taken care of quite a few problems because of their information. They had actually lived quite a comfortable life until about three hours ago.
After putting on the last of his makeup, and slipping into his unusually comfortable heels, Vozla set out for the local strip joint. Apparently the thieves headed there to spend their newly aquired treasure on girls and booze. "Typical" said, Vozla as he stood outside the door. He knew upon entering that nearly twenty men would be eyeing him and making whistling noises. Only three people knew he was actually a man. Most men figured Vozla to be a feeble yet gorgeous woman who was looking for a little attention. Most of that was purely false.
Now upon entering two things happened:
1. A poor unfortunate man who, Vozla knew absolutely nothing about decided to smack his ass.
2. Said man found himself with one less eye.
After ripping the eye from his socket, Vozla crushed it between his fingers. The ocular juice spilt onto the floor, and the unlucky man screamed in pain and anger. With one good eye, and a large fist he threw a fist at Vozla. In what seemed like a half second he had dodged, and sliced the man's head off with just one diamond-edged knife. Holding a bloody head in his right hand, Vozla spoke out to everyone in the strip joint. "I want to know who are the fuckers responsible for stealing and killing two very rich men about three hours ago. I will not ask again!", said Vozla in his usual harsh, feminine voice. Instantly everyone's index finger pointed towards two skinny guys both sporting a large bushy unibrow who had been enjoying a lapdance. "Good!"
Both of them tried to run in vain like any other thief would've done in that situation. Taking his time, Vozla drew two knives from his dress. Just before both of them scrambled out of the door she threw the knives directly into their heads. With only the sound of his heels clicking against the floor, Vozla withdrew his weapons from their skulls, and followed that up by cutting the heads off their frail bodies.
"Now then...does anyone else want to fuck with me! I will lop the head off anyone who dares to defy me or The Donia! Remember this....I am Vozla Jusheen, a fucking pissed off Collector!!" At this nearly everyone in the sleezy place ran back to their homes, fearing for their lives. It was entertaining to watch the strippers leave with their breasts flopping up and down. With a head between his arm, Vozla picked up an unfinished glass of strange purple alchohol, and downed it. With a sigh he sat down, and thought about the events that just took place. "Ah, I love this job", he said to himself.
Edited by: Broken Memories at: 7/29/07 9:23 pm
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