I'm not sure if this tale really fits in here, its an older fic that I did sometime ago about Kira for natoth_muse who gave me the idea in the first place. But if I was to put it into a challenge this one would best describe the events that occur. This is part 4 of the Five part tale.
Just a warning this does deal with issues concerning the effects of terrorism and oppression of freedom.Disclaimer:
These characters are obviously property of Paramount and such related peoples. I'm just borrowing them briefly to get this ugly troll of a story out of my head.This tale is rated R for scenes of graphic violence and may not be considered suitable for all readers. Traitors"Time melts away in this living inferno,
Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
Feeling a sickness building inside of me,
Who will I really have to answer to?"
Behind the crooked Cross - Slayer
Moving through the ruins of the old Ore factory Kira is careful to remain in the shadows. Though cloudy it's not hard to make out the moon's forms, which shine through like silvery orbs. The deathly silence seems to add to the dark nostalgia of this place as she stares ahead at the half burnt monument to the past. She knows her contact should be here by now and the fact there is no one here causes her to be concerned. As she slowly makes her way to the meeting point she can't help but feel as though something is terribly wrong.
The sound of rustling leaves causes her eyes to snap up sharply as she instinctively stares ahead poised to attack. But at the sight of dead leaves skittering across the empty street she sighs disappointed watching quietly as the wind tosses them about without any real purpose save to distract her. Snapping out of the quiet daze she strains to pick up any other signs of possible danger all the while keeping an eye for her contact to her arrive.( Read more...Collapse )