Alexandra95
Christmas Halloween Witch
As each person told their name, Alex took a greater look at them to remember their names.
The big muscular ex-soldier was Damian. He was guarding the doors, while talking to the rest of the group. Something about him intrigued Alex, but she couldn't put words on it, if it was his history, looks, personality or whatever. In any case he seemed to take the natural role of the group's leader. Alex didn't mind this. She had already followed him idly from the moment she met him, and he'd in this short time saved her twice. Or, "saved"... she firmly believed she could've made her own way through it. No need for a man to protect her. She decided not to say anything about it, as she had yet to conclude what she really felt about it.
Then there was the weirdo that tried to take her down, Eul. Other than the weirdness of him she didn't get much info about him. He spoke with big words in an old fashion, and he mumbled something with God. Probably religious. He's in any case weird, and has a loud voice. She took a look at him as he was strapped in the straitjacket, unable to do much, both harm and good.
Finally there was the computer nerd, Silas. By the first moment she saw her, she knew he was the kind of spoiled brat that had lived in luxury all his life, in addition to have played way too much computer games. Those kind of kids that arcade play first-person shooters like they were representative of warfare, then bragged about their murdering skills and how well they'd do in a real combat situation. Completely delusional. She figured he would look in awe at the violence in the prison, until he got into it himself, where he would start crying because of the sheer brutality of reality.
For her, violence was part of her life. Throughout her entire life she'd had to defend herself with often nothing more than bare hands. Pure strength however has never been her strongest side; she's had to resort to technical solutions. Firearms are much liked in her eyes, and she has great control over any firearm she would get her hands across. With such devices, she would be a deadly threat even at long ranges, although she preferred to be close to the enemy so she could visibly see their death. She's always wanted to mow down an entire group of people with a machine gun, and unlike most people, she would be able to do it like in the movies. She had full control over firearms.
The greatest weapon she ever had came across of however was explosives. From the first explosion she saw she knew it would be her destiny to follow. She avidly experimented and learned her ways to create and use explosives in any way, from anything. Stealth traps, room clearing, breaching; she could do it all. She had for long lost count over everything she had blown to pieces. At some point she enrolled in the army, and she did her job well. Their arsenal of fiery explosives was her heaven; everything from C4 to incendiary grenades and even freaking frag ammo. The military also had beautiful weapons like the high-caliber anti-material rifle. The military administration didn't appreciate her hand-crafted explosive incendiary ammo for it for some reason, even though it blew up vehicles and buildings like nothing else. She felt powerful with it, like an unstoppable force. The military probably realized this and dismissed her from duty after an operation somewhere where she had went full rambo in a nest of enemies. She survived; not everyone in her squad was as lucky. They're not worthy, she would tell herself.
Yep, brats that played video games while eating burgers and chips all life had no idea what this entitled. They would think this was cool, failing to realize the troubles and danger it could put someone in, not to mention the psychical problems. Had someone like Silas ever had to run for his life with an army behind him? Or having to watch your family get murdered violently by mobsters as a child? He had no idea what this did to someone. In Alex' case, it had turned her into a brutal psychopath, where explosions was the only thing that she truly enjoyed in life. Her life in prison had been a trap; not being able to see explosions or fire for this long time broke her down. The power outage was her savior. She could finally use her secretly crafted explosives to blow up the most annoying person she's ever met. She had forgotten how beautiful it was to see someone's head be torn to pieces, and had broken out in a mix of laughter and crying soon after.
For now she decided to let it pass. If the arrogant brat could get them out of this place, that was all that mattered. She refused to die in this forsaken prison, without being able to do anything. She scowled over at him when he was staring at the screen, his face lit by the computer screen light. He and Damian were exchanging words, words not being picked up by Alex, until words of her preferential were picked up.
"You. You blew that guy's head up, right? What can you do with some real explosives?"
She looked at him with a slightly confused look, but very intrigued by the statement.
"I've only got a map of this floor, but some of these files hint at an armoury that's in the basement. There's a flight of stairs just out that door we just came in leading down to there. Want to check it out...?!"
It took a little bit to realize what he had just proposed. The arrogant brat had found an armory? Right below them? With proper explosives? Her mind drifted off at the thought of the sheer power she could express with real explosives. For so long had she awaited proper explosions; the kind of explosions that blow entire houses to pieces. Destruction was her favorite activity.
A twisted evil smile rose between her cheeks. Her eyes expressed true insanity; true chaos. To any normal person she would appear insane, and evil, simply a wicked person. But she only felt joyful. Explosives, oh yes, she could do a lot with proper explosives.
"Let's do it."
The big muscular ex-soldier was Damian. He was guarding the doors, while talking to the rest of the group. Something about him intrigued Alex, but she couldn't put words on it, if it was his history, looks, personality or whatever. In any case he seemed to take the natural role of the group's leader. Alex didn't mind this. She had already followed him idly from the moment she met him, and he'd in this short time saved her twice. Or, "saved"... she firmly believed she could've made her own way through it. No need for a man to protect her. She decided not to say anything about it, as she had yet to conclude what she really felt about it.
Then there was the weirdo that tried to take her down, Eul. Other than the weirdness of him she didn't get much info about him. He spoke with big words in an old fashion, and he mumbled something with God. Probably religious. He's in any case weird, and has a loud voice. She took a look at him as he was strapped in the straitjacket, unable to do much, both harm and good.
Finally there was the computer nerd, Silas. By the first moment she saw her, she knew he was the kind of spoiled brat that had lived in luxury all his life, in addition to have played way too much computer games. Those kind of kids that arcade play first-person shooters like they were representative of warfare, then bragged about their murdering skills and how well they'd do in a real combat situation. Completely delusional. She figured he would look in awe at the violence in the prison, until he got into it himself, where he would start crying because of the sheer brutality of reality.
For her, violence was part of her life. Throughout her entire life she'd had to defend herself with often nothing more than bare hands. Pure strength however has never been her strongest side; she's had to resort to technical solutions. Firearms are much liked in her eyes, and she has great control over any firearm she would get her hands across. With such devices, she would be a deadly threat even at long ranges, although she preferred to be close to the enemy so she could visibly see their death. She's always wanted to mow down an entire group of people with a machine gun, and unlike most people, she would be able to do it like in the movies. She had full control over firearms.
The greatest weapon she ever had came across of however was explosives. From the first explosion she saw she knew it would be her destiny to follow. She avidly experimented and learned her ways to create and use explosives in any way, from anything. Stealth traps, room clearing, breaching; she could do it all. She had for long lost count over everything she had blown to pieces. At some point she enrolled in the army, and she did her job well. Their arsenal of fiery explosives was her heaven; everything from C4 to incendiary grenades and even freaking frag ammo. The military also had beautiful weapons like the high-caliber anti-material rifle. The military administration didn't appreciate her hand-crafted explosive incendiary ammo for it for some reason, even though it blew up vehicles and buildings like nothing else. She felt powerful with it, like an unstoppable force. The military probably realized this and dismissed her from duty after an operation somewhere where she had went full rambo in a nest of enemies. She survived; not everyone in her squad was as lucky. They're not worthy, she would tell herself.
Yep, brats that played video games while eating burgers and chips all life had no idea what this entitled. They would think this was cool, failing to realize the troubles and danger it could put someone in, not to mention the psychical problems. Had someone like Silas ever had to run for his life with an army behind him? Or having to watch your family get murdered violently by mobsters as a child? He had no idea what this did to someone. In Alex' case, it had turned her into a brutal psychopath, where explosions was the only thing that she truly enjoyed in life. Her life in prison had been a trap; not being able to see explosions or fire for this long time broke her down. The power outage was her savior. She could finally use her secretly crafted explosives to blow up the most annoying person she's ever met. She had forgotten how beautiful it was to see someone's head be torn to pieces, and had broken out in a mix of laughter and crying soon after.
For now she decided to let it pass. If the arrogant brat could get them out of this place, that was all that mattered. She refused to die in this forsaken prison, without being able to do anything. She scowled over at him when he was staring at the screen, his face lit by the computer screen light. He and Damian were exchanging words, words not being picked up by Alex, until words of her preferential were picked up.
"You. You blew that guy's head up, right? What can you do with some real explosives?"
She looked at him with a slightly confused look, but very intrigued by the statement.
"I've only got a map of this floor, but some of these files hint at an armoury that's in the basement. There's a flight of stairs just out that door we just came in leading down to there. Want to check it out...?!"
It took a little bit to realize what he had just proposed. The arrogant brat had found an armory? Right below them? With proper explosives? Her mind drifted off at the thought of the sheer power she could express with real explosives. For so long had she awaited proper explosions; the kind of explosions that blow entire houses to pieces. Destruction was her favorite activity.
A twisted evil smile rose between her cheeks. Her eyes expressed true insanity; true chaos. To any normal person she would appear insane, and evil, simply a wicked person. But she only felt joyful. Explosives, oh yes, she could do a lot with proper explosives.
"Let's do it."