V's Clean Up 2.2.12

Vishous
[Materializing in the clearing that Tohr and Phury had given me coordinates to, I curse as my shitkickers sink into the mud the recent snow melt has left behind. Focused eyes take in the scenery. A run-down building stands before me, looking for all the world like a shack from Grimm's Fairy Tales.. imagining a wrinkled hag waiting inside to tempt children in to become an ingredient to be added to her bubbling cauldron. I exhale a rough breath, the fingers of my left hand dragging my hair back from my face as I scowl.] Fuck, V.. when the hell did you believe in children's stories?

[A part of me knowing exactly when, and why, the cautionary tales entered my thoughts. Three weeks ago our own 'fairy tale' had come to an end. The bubble we'd been living in had burst in a great burst of destruction. Shit. We'd almost lost nearly the entire Brotherhood. The wicked monster behind the curtain? A paled out, sweetly stinking pawn of the Omega. Shaking my head slowly as I take a few steps around the building, my eyes fix upon the shoeprints that obviously do not belong to my Brothers. Too small, for one. Not a damn one of us wears anything short of a 13, true. The patterns didn't match those of the sturdy shitkickers we wear. The tread and steel toes necessary for our fighting styles against foes given superhuman strength by their vile maker. Interesting. The mental snapshot firmly in place, I continue my examination of the scene. The scents of blood, baby powder and fellow Warriors wafting on the breeze along with the distinct scent of an animal.]

[Finding nothing more than traces of dried blood and viscera, apparently left behind by the lessers who'd used this little house as a place of torture and questioning, I scout the surrounding tree line. Nothing. Those who chose and used this place are long gone. Their vicious and cruel work here complete, they'd left it to the elements. Lazy bastards. This location is far enough off the beaten path to not be discovered easily by wandering humans, but it's arrogant and reckless to leave such evidence for an errant hiker to find. Now the instructions left by Tohr and Phury make sense. It's got to go. All of it.]

[Still gripping my leather glove in my left hand, cursed and tattooed right hand uncovered and aglow from my flamethrower job at Murhder's old apartment, I approach the shattered wooden frame that bears Phury's muddy boot print dead center in the splintered door. Reaching out to lay my palm against the dry wood, the white light that spills from my flesh once again brings forth the scathing fire that will consume anything and everything in its path. The small structure lights up as though doused in gasoline, black smoke coiling thickly into the sky. Giving a short burst of concentration, the tinder turns to ash before my eyes, walls collapsing in as the roof gives way.

Taking a few steps back, I watch briefly while the little house gives up its ghosts. Imagining the pleading screams and desperate cries floating away with the embers, I whisper up words in the Old Language.. imploring the Scribe Virgin to carry those who'd perished here safely unto the Fade.]

[Flexing my right hand tightly, I relax my fingers and replace the leather slowly. Tugging the glove tightly over the volatile flesh, ensuring my measure of protection is in place before I inhale deeply and close my eyes. Next stop, Darius' mansion. Needed to pick up the recently collected wallets and pagers from the Brothers who'd been able to collect them, and word was that Darius wanted to have a sit down with me.

If it's about the whole moving in bullshit, he's in for a hell of a headache. Not doing it. My apartment is perfect for me. My sanctuary to sleep, relax and indulge my needs as I please with no witnesses or interruptions. Planning out the final touches to wire up the mansion, including the recent packages of surveillance cameras and sensors I'd had delivered there to be installed will be my contribution to the cause. Fuck it. They all know where to reach me. If I'm unavailable, it's because I fucking planned it.

Sending my molecules into the wind, I visualize the rear gardens of Darius' mansion and take form outside the kitchen doors silently, peering through the windows to watch the doggen working closely together in preparations of Third Meal.] #BDBB