Thread: Walking the Line (Razgriz and Beautiful_Disgrace)

Adrian Gray was the name of the reaper at their door step. She was new, yes...but only to the area. When it came to the killing game, she was a veteran at the age of twenty. Seven years. Seven years Adrian had been doing this. Since she was a very young teen. At first it was for self defense. After all, in her home town she had been hunted down like a dog. Her entire family had been killed and she was the last piece to the puzzle. She was young, but not young enough to where the gang that destroyed her life felt like she could be left alone. No, she was a loose end that needed to be tied up. However...Adrian had managed to slip away from them. She lived on the streets for a long time, which meant she was constantly in danger. She had to learn how to defend herself. She took her first life about a week after her family had been murdered. She was tired of being chased around, and so she managed to find her fathers Glock 20 and actually use it on her assailants. She had never touched a gun in her life before, but it came so naturally for the girl that she had immediately adopted the weapon into her life. It was almost like it was an extension of her, and she enjoyed the sound of the gun cocking and the loud blast that made her ears ring when she fired it. Right after that blast, the sound of the 10mm bullet casing hitting the asphalt, and then usually a body dropping almost at the same time or a little after accompanied it. It made her feel extremely powerful...She really enjoyed seeing her enemies dead and bleeding out in front of her. Unable to hurt her again, or chase her down. Though eventually Adrian ran out of ammo..which meant that her thirteen year old self had to find more. Instead, she just started stealing more guns, eventually collecting a hoard of them. She often mugged drug dealers and gang members when they were alone, taking their guns and whatever ammo they had. She did this for two years, stock piling and hoarding them in her hideout. She was going to get revenge on the gang that had killed her parents and brother and sister. She just needed to fire power and experience for it. Unfortunately, when Adrian did find herself ready, the gang had moved hideouts, and it took her forever to learn who they were. They had no name, and it turned out they were all over the state of Illinois and Wisconsin. So Adrian made it her business to slowly wipe out every base one by one. It was a lot of work for one person however...not to mention she had other targets. Targets that deserved to die just as much as every member of the organization that killed her family. It took her five years to move to Chicago, Illinois. It wasn't easy, either. She hadn't wiped out the crime in her home state, but she definitely decreased it. Still, the people she needed to get revenge on were in Chicago, and she was skilled enough to take on the gangs there now. Wisconsin was small time. She was now playing with the big boys. Why she had started with this particular, slummy place? She didn't know. She had heard about this little power move between the Vice Lords and La Raza Nation, and she figured she'd stop it before it even began as a message to all the gangs out there. There was a new enemy they had to watch out for. It wasn't hard to get in. A few rounds from her High Standard HDM pistol easily killed off whatever security they had around the building without alerting the celebrating scuzzbags. They didn't know what hit them until they were...dead on the floor. And well, Adrian just left one of them alive just long enough to see the fear in their face, taking the opportunity to reload one of two Glock 18's that she had used to kill most of his allies. Not that she needed to, both were capable of holding 30 rounds, but she liked to keep them nice and full. The other gun found itself back in it's holster, since she really didn't need two to finish of this asshole. Though it was funny, hearing him try to talk big when he knew he was about to die. And in the moment he charged at her, she just stood there with a very bored look on her face. So, he didn't have any more ammo left to fire at her? That was boring then. She simply lifted up her gun, aiming right for his head. He was not worth torturing, none of these people were. Let them find me. She simply said, her voice soft and much more gentle than one would expect from a cold killer. She waited until he was almost in range to hit her before she chose to fire. She wanted to feel his blood splash onto her skin, despite already being covered by it. Adrian loved being up close and personal when she pulled the trigger. She only chose to be far away whenever she had to be stealthy.