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The best laid plans....; Friends, Enemies, and conflict.
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Topic Started: Dec 1 2012, 02:26 AM (103 Views)
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Dec 1 2012, 02:26 AM
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::It was strange to see the sun shining and see the creature all at the same time. The parking lot where he stood, leaning on the side of the black GTO Judge. Even with the chill he wore that sleeveless leather vest with a plain black shirt beneath it and a pair of black jeans. His black wavy hair was pulled back into a pony tail.
He seemed to be waiting for someone, and as his hand lifted to look down at the watch on his wrist a thoughtful expression crossed his face. Lips pursed in thought, then with a shrug he finally decided he did have enough time.
Briefly he leaned into the opened window on the drivers side of the car. Pulled back with a cigarette between his teeth. A silver zippo pulled from the breast pocket of that leather. After lighting the smoke he exhaled a thick white cloud from his nose.::
Snake: “Touching. A man trying to do the right thing for his child. To make his son proud of the man he is. To be proud to call him 'Dad'. You know, I was once consumed with that same desire. To do whatever I could to have my children look at me and be proud that I was there father. If there is anything I can respect....that is it.
But it's amazing how things can change so quickly. Daughter....gone. Son, with his mother god knows where.”
::The tone he used wasn't the same half insane tone he usually had when speaking about Jasmine. This time it was more...mocking. Filled to overflow with self hatred and amusement.::
Snake: “You'd think I'd have learned what happens when you try and live a good normal life. It never ends up working the way you wanted it to. But then again.....”
::His hand lifted in a “however” gesture, and a little mocking smile touched his lips.::
Snake: “That is my life, not Steven James's. Maybe things will end differently for him. Hell, without the last name Matthews things tend to work out for most people. Hell, Sadistic gave him some relatively good advice....for the most part.”
::Again that mocking little smirk touched the corners of his lips and he took a long drag from the smoke. Again a stream of white blew from his nose and he chuckled.::
Snake: “You cannot view anyone, least of all someone you are leery of....without anything less then confidence. What have I been saying to Akuma and Jennifer Taylor. Never admit you will lose. Never admit someone is better then you. You have to believe your the biggest....baddest dog to roam the neighborhood.
That is the only way you can win. Confidence bordering on arrogance.
With that said however there was one major mistake. Don't ever think of anyone as a training dummy. Training dummies....don't hit back. They laid there and allow you to pound them until you can't anymore. I am....NOT a training dummy.
You kick a training dummy....it lays there. You kick me....i'm going to kick you right the hell back.
You punch a training dummy....it just lays there. You punch me....I'm going to punch you harder.
You throw a training dummy down for a three count....it stays down and waits patiently for you ot pin it.. You throw me down for a three count...i won't stay down there and wait.....I'm going to laugh at you....then feed you your lungs with a side of spinach.”
::Once more Snake lifted his hand in the “However” gesture and chuckled.::
Snake: “....Or some Fava beans and a nice Chianti if you prefer.”
::That caused a faint little glimmer of humor to cross his features for a split second before it faded and he chuckled.::
Snake: “....And lastly. Winning or losing a match does not show a child how they should behave. Winning a match with.....class does. Or losing a match and not pissing about it. When it comes down to it the most important thing a parent can teach their child is character. Not that winners win....but that winners win....gracefully.
And that leads me to my promise for this week. If I beat you....i promise to do something....memorable to show you that exact point. Some gesture to show you exactly what winning gracefully....actually means.”
::Snake allowed that a moment to sink in, then shifted his eyes to a black 1970 Impala which pulled into the parking lot. After the car parked a woman climbed out of the drivers seat. She was slender with a flowing southern style dress and a corset top. Her long blonde hair had a natural ringlet curl which cascaded down her back.
She looked like someone you expected to see at a ball a hundred years ago and in her hand was a large manila envelope and she looked anything but happen. She came around her car and made a bee line for Snake holding the Envelope out to him. After he had taken it she spoke, and hell if she didn't have a thick southern drawl.::
Snake: “This everything Ronnie?”
Veronica: “ David, Damnit I am a laywer!”
Snake: “What is your point?”
Veronica: “That isn't exactly....legal.”
Snake: “Is. This. Everything. Ronnie.”
Veronica.: “....Yes. The storage unit in her name. The funds you required....and a list of everyone within fifty miles who have convictions for both drugs and soliciting a prostitute.”
Snake: “How many names?”
::Snake began to thumb through the pages as they spoke. Bank account print outs, rental documents, rap sheets.::
Veronica: “....With multiples of those two convictions? Five.”
Snake: “Good...and here is something for you to hold on to.”
::Snake pulled out a handful of sealed envelopes. The top one had the name “Eric” written in sprawling, beautiful penmanship.::
Snake: “You'll know when to give them to them.”
Veronica: “What....are you doing David?”
Snake: “....What has to be done.”
::Snake turned and walked back to the Judge. As he opened the door he held up the large envelope and turned his head to look back at her.::
Snake: “Thanks for this Ronnie.”
::Veronica was left standing in the parking lot as Snake pulled out and disappeared up the street. A simple sighed offered before she returned to her own car. She took a minute, debating whether or not to open the strange notes, but thought better of it, slid them into her brief case and her own Impala pulled out and began the other direction.
** The Serpents Den: 1 hour later.
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The little blonde princess was sitting alone in the living room of the massive house when she heard Snake's car pull into the driveway. That horrible woman Talon and the biker had left the day before on some trip to Ireland and the other two meddlesome irritants hadn't been around in a few days.
In short, she was in heaven.
It was time to put a bit more of her plan into action. When she heard the door of the house open she rose from the couch and walked toward the main room of the first floor. She wore a simple pair of white jeans and a loose fitting white button up shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail.
It felt like he was drifting and the attempts to increase his insanity had failed. So, she needed to use the other weapons that the good lord had given her. As Snake closed the door and turned she leaned forward and pressed her young, tight body to his own.
She could feel him tense beneath her and put her hands on his stomach and began to slid them up and beneath the leather vest. That was when everything changed. Her hands inched into the leather and felt a strange mass beneath the fabric, but before her mind could focus on it he leaned down and claimed her lips with his own.
The two stood locked in a embrace for what seemed like eternity. Any attempt to remain “Ignorant” of the ways of sex fell away as his hands ripped the button up shirt open. Pale flesh of a flat stomach and the rises of her pale flesh above the white bra exposed to the world.
Snake's head tilted down and kissed her deeply. Allowing his tongue to explore her own . Arms went behind her back and pulled her tighter to him. Grinding her pelvic bone on his own, and yet keeping their chests apart.
From beyond them through the window the brown hair of Eric was shown looking in through one of the windows next to the door. His eyes narrowed and his face a stone mask of hate. After a moment of the two of them gripping one another Snake broke free and let out what sounded like a snarl filled with lust and desire, but gently shook his head.::
Snake: “Not yet Princess.”
Candice: “But I am legal!”
::She could feel the goosebumps running down her spine. The way the pale flesh seemed to redden from a blush that she couldn't hold back. Snake only smiled understandingly and nodded.::
Snake: “I know you are, but things must be done properly.”
Candice: “Why?!”
Snake: “Because it is what you deserve. And....you will get every....bit of what you deserve Princess. Every....last bit.”
::Snake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to the flesh of her throat, which pulled a moan from the little blond. He trailed a finger over her chin as he walked past her and out toward the shelter. Candice's face was filled with lust, flushed with the possibility of it all coming to fruition very soon. Considering that perhaps she has misjudged him.
Snake on the other hand had a different expression. As soon as he cleared her his face twisted into one of hate and disgust. Though he didn't make a single sound as he past through the house. He could feel the bulge of the envelope pushing against his chest.
She couldn't know. Not yet. There was still too much to do and so little time to do it. If this was going to work, timing would be very important. With his mind placed firmly on the road ahead he headed for the shelter doors.
**
The Shelter
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The massive frame of the Creature began his descent into darkness down the ramp leading into his personal tomb. There was something about his walk now. He wasn't ashamed of what he had done, but that didn't mean he didn't feel so incredibly dirty now. The act, while vile and completely depraved, but it had served a purpose.
It kept Candice docile...ish. It kept her thinking that he was still wrapped around her little finger. That the creature was still...drinking the kool aid as it were. However, Snake knew how to play mind games as well. Keep her thinking he was her little puppet and she wouldn't delve deeper into his other activities.
His true activities.
As he walked down the hallways of the deserted fall out shelter he pulled the large envelope from his leather and then stripped the leather vest from his muscled upper body and allowed the once revered leather to fall, discarded to the floor. Anyone who had known him in his other life, would know that he would never discard the leather that way. Never.
As he continued through the bowels of the shelter he kicked off the combat boots. First one boot slammed into the wall with a echoing thud, then the second. As he entered the little square area which led to the three main rooms of the shelter he was beginning to unbutton his jeans, but a sight stopped him cold. As he entered the room he tucked the envelope into his back pocket, away from Eric's gaze.
Standing in the center of the room with his head bowed, hair loose and tumbling down his face, but still dressed to the nines was Eric. For a moment Snake opened his mouth to greet his oldest friend, but when Eric looked up there was a strange fury burning in his eyes.::
Eric: “Your kissing her now? After everything she has done?”
::Eric's voice was a hoarse whisper. As if he had been screaming the whole time he had been waiting for his brother. Snake simply waved a dismissive hand and started to go by him, but Eric's hand shot out and grabbed the large forearm of the creature.::
Eric: “You owe me an explanation.”
::Snake looked down at Eric's hand and then back up into those intensely burning eyes, but Eric wasn't like so many others who would have melted beneath that intense gaze. He stared back and tightened his grip a bit more. Snake snarled in return and actually bared his teeth. When he spoke, his voice was filled with a growling hiss.::
Snake: “I don't owe you a fucking thing.”
::Snake pulled his arm back and Eric let go, but stepped fully in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest.::
Eric: “Show me the journal.”
Snake: “What journal?”
Eric: “Don't play with me David. The one I there!”
::Eric pointed angrily at the locked metal door off to their left. Snake looked sideways at the door and his lips curled into a little smirk.::
Snake: “Don't know what your talking about. I don't do....journals.”
::Snake turned and began to walk toward his newest finished meditation room. Eric didn't move, simply looked over at Snake's back and threw a scalding tone at him.::
Eric: “Too much of a coward to show me?”
::The reaction on Snake was instant. He spun around with the wealth of black hair flying around his face. His own transparent emerald eyes narrowed and burning with rage.::
Snake: “Who do you think your talking to?!”
Eric: “Then show me.”
Snake: “I aint showing you a damn thing.”
Eric: “Coward.”
::Snake's eyes flashed again and his teeth bared. He made a beeline for Eric. To Eric's credit he didn't even finch. He tensed to prepare, but stayed still. Even as Snake's arm came out for a punch, Eric stayed perfectly still. The punch landed on the steel of the wall just next to Eric's hand with a ringing smack.
Blood began to a run down the steel beneath his hand and Snake growled low in his chest with his head bowed almost now face to face with Eric. When Snake spoke it was in a snarled little whispered hiss. Like his very voice was trembling.::
Snake: “Get out.”
Eric: “David....”
Snake: “GET OUT!!!!”
::Eric raised his hands, not in submission but in surrender and walked around the massive man in front of him. Eric never looked back as he walked back topside. Snake turned his head to look where Eric had departed, breathing deeply through his nose in rage.
A single glance given down as he pulled the envelope free of his pocket. Once he was sure he was alone again he moved to the steel door and punched in a ten digit code into the lock, then pulled the steel door open.
Once he was inside he pulled the pictures out one by one and tacked them up on a large cork board sitting on the wall on the far side of the room. For a time Snake stood alone staring at the five pictures in thought.::
Snake: “One....or all of you. You would be susceptible to what she has. What she can get. Drugs and Sex.”
::Snake nodded and began to gently chew on his lip. How many of them? One? All five? There was still so much he needed to figure out. So much he needed to plan.
However....you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.
Right?::
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