Thread: The Extreme Path [GD x Penitency]

The downpour of rain in the neon-lit city jocosely named Prosperity had driven nearly all the honest folk that inhabited the cesspool of crime, drugs, and violence indoors. Once upon a time the name would have been apt, with fresh companies and opportunities popping up every which way. It had been a breeding ground for opportunity and nobody foresaw the descent into depravity. That had been long before she was born, now the city was a scab that refused to heal as if an infection had set in beneath the surface. One wouldn't have to dig deep to figure out that the crime families were the reason behind the decline of Prosperity. They had brought drugs into the city, they had disrupted the peace, and they had caught the soft police force by surprise. Despite the overlapping sirens and frequent gunshots at all hours of the day not everyone in the city was a lowlife by nature, many simply had no choice. Many were either too poor, too afraid, or too caught up in the adrenaline rush that came with the high risk of the late night lifestyle. Others, like Nolla, were orphans who had been brought into a crime family at a young age and nobody cared where those missing children went. She would likely die fighting their war. Nolla extended her hand out into the rain, and her crimson eyes watched as the water pooled and splashed in her palm. No matter how depraved the people became or how red the roads ran with blood, the beauty in the little things remained. Her eyes focused on the moment and her breast began to swell with the deep breath she took. Perhaps if she breathed slowly enough she could, at least for a moment, stop time. From the top of the Cryptocom building she could see neon lights for miles as they lit up the night with colors more vibrant and splendid than the city deserved. The small puddle in the palm of her hand brandished the colors with each miniature ripple from the fresh droplets. But as quickly as the moment had come, it passed. Movement in her peripheral drew her attention as her hand lowered back down, and she tugged her glove back on. Nolla! The man's voice in her earpiece brought a scowl to her face. On it. The men on the streets below were from a different family, one who had been overstepping their bounds lately and needed to be taught a lesson. Blood red leather jackets marked them as who they were - the Bloodsaws. They had repeatedly ignored previous warnings and threats. This time the Gaumond Family had sent a welcoming committee to properly delivery the message to them. Kingston Bloodsaw's youngest son Ryker was minuscule compared to the gang members that accompanied him, his height only just scraping past five foot. The bulky men around him were at least two feet taller than him. What he lacked in height, however, he made up for in ferocity. Like a tiny dog armed with vicious fangs who could rip at the underbelly of other dogs, he enjoyed slitting throats and guts alike. Hurry, hurry. Ryker urged on the men loading up the van. Just 'cuz we disabled the alarm doesn't mean you can drag your fucking feet! He stopped his pacing to kick one of the men and cause him to stumble. I SAID FUCKING HURRY UP! The jostling of vials incited rage and his hand shot out to grab the man up by his collar. IF THERE'S A SINGLE FUCKING DOSE BROKEN I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT YOU INEPT-- Ryker's bellowing drowned out the sound of Nolla's boots hitting the ground, but even the loudest screech the man was capable of couldn't have muffled the gunshot or the near instantaneous cracking as the bullet tore through the skull and brain matter of the thug Ryker held fast. It was moments like this that made the world around Nolla feel as if it truly came to a slow turn. The look of anger on Ryker's face dissolved into a wide-eyed look of fear as he released the man and turned to face her. Ryker recognized the shock of glowing, magenta hair and the angelic face that wielded a devil's gaze. He shouted something as he reached for his own weapon, but it reached her ears as a simple roar of rage. Her weight shifted and she set to motion as she fired again, this shot catching a goon near Ryker in the chest. Nolla! Stop toying with-- Her left hand came up to pull the earpiece out and crush it.