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Re: 🎲 Süßes oder Saures 🎲

von Chai am 30.10.2021 22:16

Saures ♥

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Wer ist Dein Schreibpartner: Mehrere, es war ein GRS.

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Trigger Warnung (sofern benötigt): violence, character death

Genre: Gangs, Crime, English RPG

Was ist davor passiert: Rome is under attack. Masked men are shooting at everyone who is out on the streets. Jackie, a member of Rome's most dangerous gang and an assassin-in-training, is going out there to find and rescue her brother André, who roped her into gang-life a year ago. Liam, one of her closest friends, a civilian and soft-hearted guitarist, insists on going with her. Things go awfully wrong as they find André dead in an alley, riddled with bullets. Frozen in pain, Jackie doesn't notice the attackers coming out of the shadows, but Liam does - and he shields her with his body.

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Everything happened far too fast. A pull, a shove, a gesture and more gunshots. A scream that turned out to be hers as she whirled around and Liam dropped to the ground. His eyes connected with hers briefly, in one last shared gaze. Jackie would remember it in her nightmares, that look on his face and the whole surrounding moment, the way his body hit the pavement almost too quietly, the growing blood stains on the back of his shirt, the way her mind was screaming 'no!' over and over again like a broken record. Her free hand reached out to grab him, to stop his fall, to stop all of this, but time couldn't be halted and her fingers only grasped air. One heartbeat. A second heartbeat. As she raised her gun to shoot the remaining men - hungry for vengeance and strangely indifferent about her own impending death - more shots echoed through the night before her finger even brushed against the trigger. For a moment she stood in confusion as the men who had their guns pointed at her dropped to the ground, one after another, executed by someone who'd come up behind them. But in the dark streets of Rome, Jackie didn't believe in sudden saviors anymore, and she didn't believe in asking the lone figure at the end of the alley if they were friend or foe. She pulled the trigger - once, twice and a third time just to be sure - and one last body joined the ones on the ground. And then an overwhelming silence settled over the area in front of the cafe, a silence that was so deep and suffocating and terrifying that it could have swallowed her right where she stood. She wished it had.

Hair fell into her face as she knelt down next to the guitarist, carefully rolling him onto his back. While she was desperately trying to find a pulse, tears burning in her eyes, her own heart was hammering violently against her rib cage as if it was mocking all the lifeless bodies around her by beating faster than it ever had. Her lips parted, Liam's name was on the tip of her tongue, but no sound came out. She clenched her teeth, didn't take her eyes off him and tried to blink the tears away. Her fingers remained on his neck where she failed to locate a pulse, afraid that if she let go, he'd slip away, unwilling to admit that he already had, waiting for a sign of life. Anything.

She didn't know how long she sat there next to him, risking her life by staying instead of running for cover, much like she'd risked his life by letting him tag along with her in the first place. At some point Jackie grabbed his hand, squeezed it, expressionless eyes staring at a friend who'd never be able to look back at her again with that carefree smile of his. She bit her lip until it started to bleed and blood mixed with salty tears.

It was a low, weak cough that suddenly made her look up and hold her breath. From her peripheral vision she could see someone on the ground moving, one of the attackers that had fired at them. One of them was still alive. And from one moment to the next, her blood was boiling and she was on her feet,fingers curled tightly around one of her throwing knives as powerful rage surged through her.

It felt like hours until she pulled back from the stranger's body, knife covered in so much blood she doubted it would ever get clean again. In reality, it had only been two rage-filled minutes that left the young assassin gasping and the dead man looking like he'd been attacked by some kind of wild animal. A beast. It had only taken one jab to the neck to drain the little life he had left in him from his body in a matter of seconds, but she hadn't stopped there. She'd driven the sharp blade into his limp body over and over again, cut through flesh and hit bones until she'd seen a flash of something underneath, an organ that she couldn't quite identify, and at that horrifying sight she'd dropped the knife like a hot iron and turned away, suppressing the urge to gag. All remains of her relentless rage disappeared so quickly she wondered if she'd just imagined it, regret and disgust washing over her like a tidal wave, a force of nature that came only once the unstoppable fury had retreated.

She didn't feel like herself as she dragged both Andre's and then Liam's body into the dark, empty cafe. Closing the door behind her and curling up in one of the dingy booths, she realized that that was because she wasn't herself anymore. The Jackie she knew wasn't an only child. The Jackie she knew was a lot of things from stubborn to quick tempered to seemingly careless sometimes, but not a killer - at least she didn't think she was. Shivering, she caught another glimpse of Liam's body on the ground. It came all of a sudden, a violent sickness that took over her body, causing her shoulders to jerk as the contents of her stomach spilled onto the table in front of her, leaving nothing but a nasty taste of bile and pain and regret to fill the emptiness.

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