Angelic Freedom
22-07-2005, 14:32
Secret IC:
The clouds billowed softly in early evening sky. Much of the scenery was empty, except a rather large house sitting off of a road in the southern portion of an unsaid nation. The lights brightened the dark landscape, and much was quiet and still, as the countryside tended to be. The balcony doors began opening, out stepping a beautiful blonde woman who could not have been more than 27 years of age. In here right hand she carried a coffee mug, which she occassionally took a sip out of. Surrounding here was a small army of men carrying AK-47's and enough ammunition to win a war.
She slowly looked at each one of the men, gently smiling. "Can't ya'll relax just a little and enjoy the evening? There are certainly no dangers here." she said to the guy closest to her.
"No ma'am, this is how you have requested we act, and this is how we will be." said the big, burly man.
"Excellent, thats the way it should be." she smiled then focused out into the wilderness.
She then calmly turned back towards the indoors and began to speak to her council. There were 10 people inside at a large round table, the majority beign women, but there were a few men on the council. "I do believe the time has come again," she said with a grin, "With everything that is happening in the world, it seems as if we have been forgotten. But in the memories of all those we've attacked, our name still rings true."
A brunette woman stood up. SHe wasn't quite as outstanding and breathtaking as the blonde, but was still gorgeous in her own right. " We have a list of plans that are ready for your words. All of our men are in place throughout many nations, and are prepared to fulfill their righteous duties."
"Perfect, such a wonderful thig to hear! Are the camera's ready to roll?" the blonde asked with a grin.
"Yes ma'am, everything is prepared for you." said the brunette.
"Great, let us go and get this done, then I do believe it is time for dinner.
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Television screens across the globe flickered to a dark room and silence. Suddenly a low voice came into coherence and female figure appeared, but had relatively no recognizable features. She slowly began to speak her words to the people of the world.
"For so long we have watched ViZion and Jarridia gain more and more power because no one would take the opportunites to destroy them. This time, it has gone too far. I, the Pernicious Blonde Shadow, have come to you this evening to reclaim our righteous task, and reaffirm our popularity throughout this great world.
All of you seem to have forgotten us in the past years, but with this coming in the future, you will not soon to forget. Now, your governments may be thinking, 'We shall lock down our borders." However, if your nation is already planned for attack, it is far too late. In nations across the world our plans are under way, and there is nothing you can do to stop them. Consider this your one and only warning.
Now, a small gift to Jarridia and ViZion."
A small boy was brought in front of the screen, tears streaming down his face as he wiggled in the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles.
"Tell them what you have to say" the blonde said angrily.
A tiny voice spoke up in the otherwise still silence, "My name is Timothy, I'm 9 years old, and I'm Jarridian.....some one please help please!!" he cried and tried to get away.
"Silence," the blonde snapped as she slapped the child across the face. "This is the beginning of our time of justice!"
She nodded at a man standing behind the child, he came up and muffling the little boy's screams he sliced his head off and gave it to the woman. She held it up to the camera, blood dripping down, and a horrid expression on the boy's face as the boy fell limp in the background.
"This is your final chance. Jarridia and ViZion must stand down all operations st once. There are no more alternatives. You will all tremble before the Pernicious Blonde Shadow! Goodnight!" said the blonde and then the screen went dead. There was no more.
The clouds billowed softly in early evening sky. Much of the scenery was empty, except a rather large house sitting off of a road in the southern portion of an unsaid nation. The lights brightened the dark landscape, and much was quiet and still, as the countryside tended to be. The balcony doors began opening, out stepping a beautiful blonde woman who could not have been more than 27 years of age. In here right hand she carried a coffee mug, which she occassionally took a sip out of. Surrounding here was a small army of men carrying AK-47's and enough ammunition to win a war.
She slowly looked at each one of the men, gently smiling. "Can't ya'll relax just a little and enjoy the evening? There are certainly no dangers here." she said to the guy closest to her.
"No ma'am, this is how you have requested we act, and this is how we will be." said the big, burly man.
"Excellent, thats the way it should be." she smiled then focused out into the wilderness.
She then calmly turned back towards the indoors and began to speak to her council. There were 10 people inside at a large round table, the majority beign women, but there were a few men on the council. "I do believe the time has come again," she said with a grin, "With everything that is happening in the world, it seems as if we have been forgotten. But in the memories of all those we've attacked, our name still rings true."
A brunette woman stood up. SHe wasn't quite as outstanding and breathtaking as the blonde, but was still gorgeous in her own right. " We have a list of plans that are ready for your words. All of our men are in place throughout many nations, and are prepared to fulfill their righteous duties."
"Perfect, such a wonderful thig to hear! Are the camera's ready to roll?" the blonde asked with a grin.
"Yes ma'am, everything is prepared for you." said the brunette.
"Great, let us go and get this done, then I do believe it is time for dinner.
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Television screens across the globe flickered to a dark room and silence. Suddenly a low voice came into coherence and female figure appeared, but had relatively no recognizable features. She slowly began to speak her words to the people of the world.
"For so long we have watched ViZion and Jarridia gain more and more power because no one would take the opportunites to destroy them. This time, it has gone too far. I, the Pernicious Blonde Shadow, have come to you this evening to reclaim our righteous task, and reaffirm our popularity throughout this great world.
All of you seem to have forgotten us in the past years, but with this coming in the future, you will not soon to forget. Now, your governments may be thinking, 'We shall lock down our borders." However, if your nation is already planned for attack, it is far too late. In nations across the world our plans are under way, and there is nothing you can do to stop them. Consider this your one and only warning.
Now, a small gift to Jarridia and ViZion."
A small boy was brought in front of the screen, tears streaming down his face as he wiggled in the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles.
"Tell them what you have to say" the blonde said angrily.
A tiny voice spoke up in the otherwise still silence, "My name is Timothy, I'm 9 years old, and I'm Jarridian.....some one please help please!!" he cried and tried to get away.
"Silence," the blonde snapped as she slapped the child across the face. "This is the beginning of our time of justice!"
She nodded at a man standing behind the child, he came up and muffling the little boy's screams he sliced his head off and gave it to the woman. She held it up to the camera, blood dripping down, and a horrid expression on the boy's face as the boy fell limp in the background.
"This is your final chance. Jarridia and ViZion must stand down all operations st once. There are no more alternatives. You will all tremble before the Pernicious Blonde Shadow! Goodnight!" said the blonde and then the screen went dead. There was no more.