Noise flicked a third butt away from herself as she leaned against her car. She hated the waiting games. There was just too much.... waiting. Closing her eyes she let herself relax further against the small car and thumbed the play switch on her link, letting music fill the void that time was leaving.
Rippin' my heart was so easy,
so easy, launch your assault now,
take it easy, Raise your weapon,
Raise your weapon,
One word and it's over,
Rippin' through like a missile,
rippin' through my heart,
Rob me of this love,
Raise your gun,
raise your gun and it's over.
She opened her eyes, without actually looking through them as the beat of the song picked up. What she saw was a memory of the past. A time she didn't particularly like to visit.
Lights flash and the music pounds in her ears the sounds of Trillo had captured the dance floor and she was caught up in it like the rest.
Now she's at the bar draped over some guy just to get some free drinks, she won't be going home with him tonight and men are such an easy mark to get things you want.
She dances with him near the VIP section, sending glances to the man sitting behind the thinly veiled curtain. That's what she's after.
Love your ego,
you won't feel a thing,
always number one,
the pen with a bent wrist crooked king,
sign away our peace,
for your war, one word and it's over.
Dropping your bombs now,
on all we've built,
how does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
Raise your weapons, raise your weapons... And its over.
Behind the curtain herself now. It wasn't her idea to be here, it never was her idea to do anything.
She sat in his lap occasionally whispering in his ear, tolerating his roaming hands.
He looked about 50, real old for an Ork, must have been one that changed. Or he was just that fucking ugly. Didn't matter.
She nibbled on his ear and was rewarded with a slap on her rear. And then the club was gone.
Rippin' my heart was so easy,
so easy, launch your assault now,
take it easy. Raise your weapon,
raise your weapon, one word and it's over.
Rippin' through like a missile,
rippin' through my heart,
rob me of this love.
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon...
And it's over. How does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
A high class hotel suite, president's suite most likely.
Open bottles of champagne litter the room, and they're alone, he's seen fit to want privacy for what he thinks is coming.
She walks over to the kitchen and grabs a tray of fruits and cheeses, her clothes falling to the floor almost as if magic as she walks back to him.
Rippin' my heart was so easy,
so easy, launch your assault now,
take it easy. Raise your weapon,
raise your weapon, one word and it's over.
Rippin' through like a missile,
rippin' through my heart,
rob me of this love.
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon... And it's over.
Super slow motion/Lightning fast, the tray falls to the floor/the knife comes up in her hand and the distance between them disappear.
The knife blurs as it travels/grapes squish between her toes.
One quick stroke to finish it/He's not there.
Confusion as her momentum takes her to the ground/Pain as the room seems to go bright white, then dark black.
Ease up your ego,
you won't feel a thing,
always number one,
the pen with a bent wrist crooked king,
sign away our peace, for your war,
one word and it's over.
Dropping your bombs now,
on all we've built,
how does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
Raise your weapon, raise your weapons... And its over.
Noise flicks another butt away as the cherry is just about to burn her fingers, she doesn't even remember lighting another it. She blinks hard to wipe away the memory and takes a moment to bring herself back to reality. She steps away from the car, stomping on the discarded cigarette. Back down towards the trap door and the secret underground lair of super ghoul... It was time to get some answers out of this merc.
