Raem
30-08-2006, 08:51
((Feel free to post your own "Day in the Life" short stories. I don't expect a coherent story from this thread, just a series of quick snapshots))
"Any last words? No?" Those bastards.
Bits of concrete grind into his knees as the bitch with the gun pushes him down. They bind his wrists with some kind of wire that cut into his skin, making his hands too slick with blood to get the purchase he needs to get free.
He took a breath to speak, but was interrupted when the gun behind his ear hissed and spat a thousand barbed darts.
---
The hiss of splinter weapons fills the air, and the drug runner goes down with a belly full of plastic needles. He's nothing more than a cooling carcass and a pool of blood, but the bodyguards are still fighting. Damn it.
The young Eldar ducks beneath a backhanded swipe meant to behead him. One of the others dances close to the black-armored warrior to drive the monomolecular tip of a blade into the bodyguard's heart.
As soon as the fighting started, it was over. He pumps a fist into the air with a cry of triumph. The drugs were theirs, now. He smiles at one of the women who fought beside him, and the world tilts insanely. He staggers back.
"Any last words? No?" Those bastards.
---
"The Man'Men kabal will be receiving a supply of drugs today. It's time to show those uppity bastards they don't own Commorragh."
"He works for them. You're not afraid he'll tip them off?"
"He works for himself. But he will betray us one day. Take care of it today."
---
He checks the action of his splinter pistol, cleaning a spot of grease off the mechanism with a small rag. The Kabal caravan is coming down the street, just a little way off now. Adrenaline makes his blood sing in his ears, and he has to hold himself back. Not until they're between the buildings.
Just a little closer now. A little more... there. The midnight beam of a dark lance scythes through the armor of the Raider, vaporising the pilot and a sizable chuck of the engine assembly. Most of the passengers jump clear, but not all. Not that there's anything left of the unlucky two or three when the Raider's power core goes critical a few moments later.
The hiss of splinter weapons fills the air, and the drug runner goes down with a belly full of plastic needles.
"Any last words? No?" Those bastards.
Bits of concrete grind into his knees as the bitch with the gun pushes him down. They bind his wrists with some kind of wire that cut into his skin, making his hands too slick with blood to get the purchase he needs to get free.
He took a breath to speak, but was interrupted when the gun behind his ear hissed and spat a thousand barbed darts.
---
The hiss of splinter weapons fills the air, and the drug runner goes down with a belly full of plastic needles. He's nothing more than a cooling carcass and a pool of blood, but the bodyguards are still fighting. Damn it.
The young Eldar ducks beneath a backhanded swipe meant to behead him. One of the others dances close to the black-armored warrior to drive the monomolecular tip of a blade into the bodyguard's heart.
As soon as the fighting started, it was over. He pumps a fist into the air with a cry of triumph. The drugs were theirs, now. He smiles at one of the women who fought beside him, and the world tilts insanely. He staggers back.
"Any last words? No?" Those bastards.
---
"The Man'Men kabal will be receiving a supply of drugs today. It's time to show those uppity bastards they don't own Commorragh."
"He works for them. You're not afraid he'll tip them off?"
"He works for himself. But he will betray us one day. Take care of it today."
---
He checks the action of his splinter pistol, cleaning a spot of grease off the mechanism with a small rag. The Kabal caravan is coming down the street, just a little way off now. Adrenaline makes his blood sing in his ears, and he has to hold himself back. Not until they're between the buildings.
Just a little closer now. A little more... there. The midnight beam of a dark lance scythes through the armor of the Raider, vaporising the pilot and a sizable chuck of the engine assembly. Most of the passengers jump clear, but not all. Not that there's anything left of the unlucky two or three when the Raider's power core goes critical a few moments later.
The hiss of splinter weapons fills the air, and the drug runner goes down with a belly full of plastic needles.