Left To The Elements (Trill and LilLinzi) - Rape Board

Trill · 01-05-2009, 09:50 AM

A chillly breeze swept over the convenience store parking lot. It was close to 1am, but this part of town didn't really seem to know what sleep was. Cars cruised past, most obeying the speed limits, save for the occasional hoon blazing past with the stereo cranked up and pounding deafening bass tones from behind a muting layer of tempered glass.

A lone figure entered the scene, a woman, youthful features obscured and distorted by the twin chromatic aberrations of sodium vapour lamps and random shadows. She walked firmly upright, not huddling against the cold damp air or slouching from tiredness. Her pace was unhurried and confident; she seemed to dare the night to bring forth it's hidden threats and menaces. None seemed to await her, though.

Except for one...

As the woman rounded the corner to pass by the alley behind the store, something moved in the blinding shadows. From the lightless depths that obscured his presence to all but himself, the predator observed his potential prey with a calm, clinical eye. He was hungry, sure enough, but years of experience had taught him to remain dispassionate; emotional flux is the hunter's worst enemy, clouding judgement and impairing reflexes. Devoid of feeling, he could accurately lead the target and strike with almost mercurial speed. He could be a cheetah in the African savannah, preparing to take down it's latest meal.

His attire was simple: a shirt, jeans, sneakers and a zippered jacket. The clothing was chosen for it's material; leather and vinyl, though stylish, would be subject to it's own friction and make far too much noise. Boots would clomp on the ground, rendering stealth techniques useless. In his possession, the predator had only a roll of duct tape, his favoured method of restraining victims, and a simple switchblade.

The woman contined on, oblivious to her fate...

01-05-2009, 09:50 AM	#1
Trill Banned Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Tamworth, NSW Posts: 330 Reputation: 1215	Left To The Elements (Trill and LilLinzi) A chillly breeze swept over the convenience store parking lot. It was close to 1am, but this part of town didn't really seem to know what sleep was. Cars cruised past, most obeying the speed limits, save for the occasional hoon blazing past with the stereo cranked up and pounding deafening bass tones from behind a muting layer of tempered glass. A lone figure entered the scene, a woman, youthful features obscured and distorted by the twin chromatic aberrations of sodium vapour lamps and random shadows. She walked firmly upright, not huddling against the cold damp air or slouching from tiredness. Her pace was unhurried and confident; she seemed to dare the night to bring forth it's hidden threats and menaces. None seemed to await her, though. Except for one... As the woman rounded the corner to pass by the alley behind the store, something moved in the blinding shadows. From the lightless depths that obscured his presence to all but himself, the predator observed his potential prey with a calm, clinical eye. He was hungry, sure enough, but years of experience had taught him to remain dispassionate; emotional flux is the hunter's worst enemy, clouding judgement and impairing reflexes. Devoid of feeling, he could accurately lead the target and strike with almost mercurial speed. He could be a cheetah in the African savannah, preparing to take down it's latest meal. His attire was simple: a shirt, jeans, sneakers and a zippered jacket. The clothing was chosen for it's material; leather and vinyl, though stylish, would be subject to it's own friction and make far too much noise. Boots would clomp on the ground, rendering stealth techniques useless. In his possession, the predator had only a roll of duct tape, his favoured method of restraining victims, and a simple switchblade. The woman contined on, oblivious to her fate...