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| Assassin Wars; Target: Quiltan | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 10 2005, 05:22 PM (285 Views) | |
| NowThatsFunny | Jul 10 2005, 05:22 PM Post #1 |
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Three days Ootu had watched his target from the shadows, three days he had seen her every step, and studied her every move. For such a young child, six he believed was the correct age, she was very grown up. Ootu had observed her, not just her habits and activities, but also her personality. She loved to read, usually going away from the other students to do so, and seemed to be very detached, even when at home. Quiltan was also the victim of bullying and twice since Ootu had been watching her, a bully had arrived near their house and shouted crude remarks. Children, so cold hearted in their young age, only to be changed by their parents later on. He would use their cruelness to his advantage, Quiltan’s bullies would be his alibi. Today was the day of his attack, a Wednesday to be exact, the middle of the week where students were usually getting swamped with the most work. Today he didn’t watch her, instead, he made preparations for that night. By the time she arrived back from her Dance class, Ootu was already waiting. She was in a good mood today, probably had received a good mark on her spelling test. The house maid was there to greet her at the door, like every day before, as her mother was always late to be there. As the maid closed the door, Ootu peered down at the watch which he had purchased earlier in the day. 5:16 PM, plenty of time to get his supplies in order. By 6:15 PM, Ootu had gathered everything that he would need for the attack. It was a small amount of gear, but would go to use with a vivid amount of imagination. At 6:45 PM, just as the sun was beginning to go down behind the buildings, Ootu approached the establishment. Quiltan would be in her room, the second story, fifth window from the left, the one with the pink shutters. Ootu had it memorized, had all of the information that he needed, all of the gear, now it was time to attack. A large tree stood in front of her window, its branches draping every which direction, and the leaves so closely packed made a perfect hiding spot for Ootu. He made his way up the tree, staying to the back side of it away from the window, until he was finally to the top. He peered through the leaves, staring through the window, and watching as Quiltan laid on her bed, doing the homework of the day. She had more than her usual amount of books, a lot more, so she would be fully devoting her attention to them. 6:58 PM, the time was almost right for the attack, but Quiltan did something unexpected, she got up and left her room. Ootu’s eyes grew wide and he barely kept himself from leaping through the window and killing her on the spot. He had to calm himself, had to relax and let whatever happen happen. She was gone for some time, eight minutes to be exact, returning around 7:07 PM. She had changed into her pajamas and was now carrying a glass of water, which she had never done before. Ootu smiled, this was going to be easier than he thought. He crept forward across the nearest branch to her window, his body moving with the wind with every step. Quiltan was completely oblivious to his presence, her attention so closely drawn into her studies. Then, with a swift burst of speed, Ootu slammed his palm against the center lock of the window, causing it to swing open, the sudden force of air made Quiltan cover her face, exactly what Ootu had predicted. He used that brief moment of confusion to duck behind the pink curtains that were draped by the window. They were long, stretching to the floor and then some, which made them perfect for hiding behind. Quiltan, after realizing what had happened, got up from her bed and approached the windows. She blinked, confused, but not paranoid that something had caused it. “Wind,” was all that she said as he closed her windows and turned back to approach her bed. From his spot, Ootu peered down at his watch, 7:10 PM, he would have only a few minutes to complete this task. Quietly he crept from behind the curtains, approaching Quiltan with utmost silence. She sipped her water once or twice, turned a few pages in her book, and wrote a few notes on a piece of paper. Suddenly, she sat up, stretched out and was about to go back to writing when Ootu wrapped his left arm around her head, clamping his palm over her mouth and gave her a jerk, pulling her up from her laying position and onto her feet. She struggled, momentarily, thrashing her arms and legs about, screaming with all of her might into his palm, but no one would ever hear her. Ootu brought her over to the window, staying near the side so that a bystander would not witness what was going on within her room. With a wince and a groan, he used his right hands index finger to peel some scabs off of his palm, then created a blade of ice. He brought the blade up to Quiltan’s neck, causing her to immediately stop thrashing about. “Shhhh,” he said softly into her ear, “this will all be over soon and you can be with your father again.” With that, Ootu slit her throat with the blade of ice. He immediately lowered her to the ground, during her body so it would appear as if she was facing the window. The cut was just deep enough to pierce the main artery, causing her to bleed to death almost instantly. Blood began to pool and Ootu had to move quick. He removed the blade of ice from his hand, dropping it next to Quiltan’s body, then took her glass of water and spilled it upon his blade, placing the glass near the edge of the spill to make it appear as if she had dropped it. Ice, it was the perfect weapon. No finger prints, no blood, and when it melted, no murder weapon. The addition of the room temperature water immediately caused the ice to begin to melt and within 30 seconds it was completely gone. In that time, Ootu removed a small pouch from his belt on his waist. It was a small, brown paper bag, able to buy at any story. Within it were five cherry bombs, a common firework and probably used by most kids at her school. He opened up her window, placing the bag near the center of the two, then lit the simple, yet effective fuse near the top. He stepped a few feet back, knowing that once that bag exploded, he would have 18 seconds to finish the job. 7:14:04 PM, the delivery boy would almost be there. The cherry bombs exploded, causing the window to completely shatter in various parts. Glass went in all directions and Ootu could already hear the maid making her way to Quiltan’s room. Ootu acted fast, going towards once of the larger pieces of glass and ran it through the cut on her neck, covering it with blood, then tossed it a few feet behind her body. He then leapt out of her window, landing on the branch and slid down the tree trunk, then darted down the street, turning the corner just as the delivery boy came around the corner down the street. The kid, two years older than Quiltan, was her official bully through most of her school life. He had been held back twice, which made him seem like the rugged, rebel, possibly future con appeal. Ootu had passed a message on to him, dropping a note in his lunch bag during recess. He addressed it that it was someone who had a similar interest in picking on Quiltan and the boy took the bait. He was to meet this other bully outside of Quiltan’s house to throw rocks at her window and he arrived just on time. He appeared near the front of the house, confused and awestruck as smoke billowed from the window frame. Then he heard a scream as the maid reached Quiltan’s room. He was left in complete shock as the maid approached the window to see what had done this. She saw the flaming bag, the residue of where the bombs had exploded, and then her eyes fell upon the boy and tears filled up in her eyes. The rest, to say the least, Ootu could have cared less about. He was long gone before the police even arrived at the scene of the crime. Another successful mission, if he did say so himself. |
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| Mr. Trout | Jul 10 2005, 05:50 PM Post #2 |
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Subtlety- 5 Effectiveness- 7 Creativity- 4 Evidence- 4 overall score - 5 |
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| Defiant | Jul 10 2005, 10:57 PM Post #3 |
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Subtlety: 5 Effectiveness: 6 Creativity: 7 (Description of character quirks, use of outside influences I.e. bullies) Evidence: 5 Overall score: 6 |
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| Deleted User | Jul 11 2005, 07:40 AM Post #4 |
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Subtlety- 5 Effectiveness- 6 Creativity- 6 (I'm a fan of explosions and framing. Nice job.) Evidence- 4 Overall- 5.25 Erm...Maybe this is just me...But how many eight year olds do -you- know with access to cherry bombs? *shrugs* |
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| Zero | Jul 11 2005, 08:09 AM Post #5 |
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5+6+5=16 16/3=5.3 OVERALL SCORE: 5 |
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