Post by Jay Tsang on Jul 23, 2008 13:15:37 GMT -8
It was instantaneous. There was blood everywhere; on the walls, on the pavement, on his face and clothes; everywhere. Jiao Tsang's eyes were wide open, staring at the grey and red matter smeared across the pavement in a widening arc. Just moments ago this boy had been living; breathing; fighting. Then Jiao got him with a shoulder check that sent him stumbling back and out of the safety of one of the school building's walls. As soon as that happened, all Jiao could see were bits of grey brain and fragments of white skull sent flying through the air, accompanied by a heavy spray of red, bloody mist.
His eyes were now shut tightly as he placed his right hand on the wall next to him. He felt weak; his knees felt like they were about to buckle, so he used to wall to support himself. His stomach was doing a series of flips in his body. It was much like a horrific car accident; no matter how grotesque, you just can't look away. So when Jiao pried one of his eyes open his stomach stopped performing acrobatics and jumped into his throat.
His cookies were tossed all over the pavement, tainting the pristine red pools with its sickly colour. His knees finally gave in, and he stumbled back, his body slumping against the wall. "W-what the fuck happened!" Jiao exclaimed as he slowly scooted away from the headless figure laying motionless on the ground. He turned and spit whatever remained of his lunch out of his mouth, wondering what the fuck was going on.
Sure, he had beaten numerous people to a bloody pulp in the past, but he'd never killed someone. Especially in a gruesome fashion like he had just witnessed; all he heard was a loud bang resonate through the air and suddenly, the boy's brains, skull, and blood were all over him. He brought his hands up to wipe whatever matter was on his face. He looked down at his quivering, blood-stained hands; his clothes and face were also stained with the boy's blood.
Was this.. my fault?
After regaining his composure, Jiao picked himself up off the ground and stumbled toward the central building, still feeling a bit light-headed and shaky from had just occured. He planned to head to the infirmary, get himself cleaned up and checked out, despite not being injured at all. He just didn't feel good. At all.
When he went to open the door to the building with his MAC, he noticed that he had received a new e-mail. Curious about who it came from, seeing as how he hadn't really met anybody worthy of being a friend of his, he opened the message and read it, his lips spelling out the words without uttering a sound.
What the fuck is this? Qi-active and qi-inactive students? Is this the reason why that kid got his head blown off? I don't think I have a qi.. but I don't even know where the fuck the AI Core Containment Facility is! And terrorists? Do people always use that as an excuse!? There's more to this than what they're telling us!
An angry fist gripped tightly on the cold metal handle of the building, swinging it open with so much force that it banged against the adjacent wall. His former disposition of daze and confusion was now changed to one of determination. Another loud gunshot rang through the air, and immediately Jiao ducked down, the window above him shattering into a million pieces of jagged glass that showered upon his back.
I knew something was fucked about this school. I don't deserve to get killed like those freaks with qi. Or maybe it's the other way around, and these 'terrorists' are trying to kill the people that are qi-inactive. I'll never know until I get some answers.
His eyes were now shut tightly as he placed his right hand on the wall next to him. He felt weak; his knees felt like they were about to buckle, so he used to wall to support himself. His stomach was doing a series of flips in his body. It was much like a horrific car accident; no matter how grotesque, you just can't look away. So when Jiao pried one of his eyes open his stomach stopped performing acrobatics and jumped into his throat.
His cookies were tossed all over the pavement, tainting the pristine red pools with its sickly colour. His knees finally gave in, and he stumbled back, his body slumping against the wall. "W-what the fuck happened!" Jiao exclaimed as he slowly scooted away from the headless figure laying motionless on the ground. He turned and spit whatever remained of his lunch out of his mouth, wondering what the fuck was going on.
Sure, he had beaten numerous people to a bloody pulp in the past, but he'd never killed someone. Especially in a gruesome fashion like he had just witnessed; all he heard was a loud bang resonate through the air and suddenly, the boy's brains, skull, and blood were all over him. He brought his hands up to wipe whatever matter was on his face. He looked down at his quivering, blood-stained hands; his clothes and face were also stained with the boy's blood.
Was this.. my fault?
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After regaining his composure, Jiao picked himself up off the ground and stumbled toward the central building, still feeling a bit light-headed and shaky from had just occured. He planned to head to the infirmary, get himself cleaned up and checked out, despite not being injured at all. He just didn't feel good. At all.
When he went to open the door to the building with his MAC, he noticed that he had received a new e-mail. Curious about who it came from, seeing as how he hadn't really met anybody worthy of being a friend of his, he opened the message and read it, his lips spelling out the words without uttering a sound.
What the fuck is this? Qi-active and qi-inactive students? Is this the reason why that kid got his head blown off? I don't think I have a qi.. but I don't even know where the fuck the AI Core Containment Facility is! And terrorists? Do people always use that as an excuse!? There's more to this than what they're telling us!
An angry fist gripped tightly on the cold metal handle of the building, swinging it open with so much force that it banged against the adjacent wall. His former disposition of daze and confusion was now changed to one of determination. Another loud gunshot rang through the air, and immediately Jiao ducked down, the window above him shattering into a million pieces of jagged glass that showered upon his back.
I knew something was fucked about this school. I don't deserve to get killed like those freaks with qi. Or maybe it's the other way around, and these 'terrorists' are trying to kill the people that are qi-inactive. I'll never know until I get some answers.
