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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 1:26:48 GMT -5
"Who knows. Maybe I'm going the same way and I need directions, maybe I'm a journalist looking into the lives of the dwellers of this neighborhood. Or maybe I just like you." Trent smiled playfully.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 1:28:58 GMT -5
Sidney rolled her eyes.
"Sound all the same to me. A guy who can't keep his nose to himself."
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 1:32:12 GMT -5
"So you're going to get groceries then, huh? I'll help you."
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 1:34:39 GMT -5
She stopped.
"No. I can get them just fine myself. I don't need a friggin' busy-body like you hovering over me." And with that, Sidney walked away at a brisk pace, heading for the stairs. Anything to get away from the creep who had no understanding about 'personal space.'
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 1:37:14 GMT -5
This time, Trent didn't follow, only smiling and turning around.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 1:51:44 GMT -5
Sidney walked outside, breathing a sigh of relief at having escaped both Trent and the confinments of the building's interior. She stood in front of the entrance, breathing in the air a little, before walking off.
The grocer's was quite a distance away, and even driving took a couple minutes to reach it. Sidney didn't care. She hated driving, thanks in no small part to her job. Moreso than seeing the rundown portions of town that dotted the landscape like enflamed hairs. That when she noticed someone was following her. It was that Trent fellow, she knew it. He just couldn't let it go, could he? The douchebag, she thought. Sidney turned a corner and tried to evade her pursuer, but to no avail. He kept a steady pace, and she tried to incease the distance. And so Sidney unknowingly found herself in the most seedy portion of town, where gangs regularly roamed about. After looking back to see if she was still being followed, Sidney turned and was forced to stop. Three large punks, each at least six feet tall and dressed in a gaudy hybrid of modern clothing trends with those styles popularized by 21st Century rap artists. She remembered the style vaguely as 'gangsta.'
"Yo lil' woman," said the apparent leader, a youth of mixed racial heritage. "Lost or som'thin? We can help ya out right boys?" He turned to look at his fellow thugs, who nodded in agreement and leered.
"Get the fuck out of my face," Sidney replied quite harshly, turning around and putting her back to them, only to come face to face with her stalker, a tall and lanky man with short dreadlocks and sunglasses.
"Sorry, road closed," he said, shoving Sidney. The push caused her to lose her balance and she stumbled backwards, into the waiting arms of the others. One gangster pulled out an antique switchblade.
"Who wanna try first?" said the wielder, who leered at Sidney. She pulled back in revulsion, struggling but unable to free herself. Even as the gang closed in on her, she screamed at the top of her voice.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 2:04:17 GMT -5
"A switchblade? You really plan to do anything with than antique?" Came Trent's voice from behind them. He had with him a bag of groceries, which he put down on the concrete as he faced the thugs.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 2:09:48 GMT -5
They all looked up at him, Trent's intrusion coming as a suprise to all, Sidney included.
"Well, look who scheduled his day just so he could get an ass kicking," said the group leader. One of the thugs held onto Sidney while the rest approached Trent from different sides. The leader produced a more contemporary taser stun rod, which more than likely was modified to be lethal. The other two pulled out maser pistols and knuckles that glowed with a doubtless lethal energy.
"Get 'im." They all charged, the leader trying to hit Trent over the head while the others attempted to grab his arms or hit him from behind.
Sidney looked up at this spectacle fearfully. And for once in her life, she actually cared about the outcome.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 2:11:38 GMT -5
Trent rolled the attack off his body as it was then redirected at the others coming from behind, with Trent swiftly stepping out of the way of the soon collision.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 2:16:51 GMT -5
The man attacking from behind was the only one out of the three who managed to avoid the the other two. Unfortunately, the gangster with the guns was not so lucky. Trent's move caused the leader's stun rod to connect with the thug, shocking him with thousands of volts of electricity. He collapsed on the gound, visibly convulsing from the shock and dropping both guns.
The leader and other thug growled. He attacked again, swinging the rod wildly while the other criminal circled around Trent, trying to find a good opportunity to attack without suffering a fate like his other partner.
Sidney looked down at the nearby maser pistols. If she could just reach them....
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 2:27:02 GMT -5
Trent dodged the wild swings, and on the last one he batted the baton right out of the man's hand, watching it fly at the thug trying to blindside him.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 2:32:41 GMT -5
It hit him over the head, KO'ing the thug on the spot. The leader and gangster holding Sidney looked at Trent for a moment.
"Man lets get outta here!" whined the subordinate. The leader had a look of absolute hatred on his face as he backed away from Trent. Suddenly, he noticed the maser pistols, and swooped down to scoop them up, pointing one at Trent and the other in Sidney's general direction.
"Make one more move and she's toast!" he shouted at him. Sidney looked at Trent for a moment. Fear and concern had overcome her hardened, calloused exterior. She just wanted this nightmare to end.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 2:36:54 GMT -5
Trent's calm demeanor faded to seriousness, as he slowly rose his hands.
Then, the leader was suddenly flipped into the air as if he had slipped on a banana peel. Anyone looking at the ground(which was not the case here) may have noticed something whish through in a quick slice and disappear from the naked eye again. Trent made his move and bodyslammed the leader through the air, one maser pistol flying across the alley and the other now in Trent's hand as he aimed it at the last thug.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 29, 2007 2:40:04 GMT -5
The leader landed on the ground. Hard. He moaned in pain, trying to get up but found the effort impossible. A string of curses flowed from his lips, but with the wind knocked out of him they amounted to nothing more than whispers.
The thug holding Sidney let go of her and raised his hands, crawling away. She got up as best she could and stumbled towards Trent.
"Its cool man its cool!" the thug begged. "Just leave me alone!"
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 29, 2007 2:41:39 GMT -5
"I certainly hope none of you will bother this woman again." Trent stated calmly as the whizzing of the charging maser gun could be heard.
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