Post by Supreme Machine on May 13, 2022 16:12:26 GMT -5
Daylight. A rather rare environment for the disciples of the cult of Supreme Machine. Like their master, most of the adherents tend to stay in the compound for the day, only venturing out at night to do his bidding. But today, two had gone out. The head disciples. Belinda Hargreaves and Jake Oswin.
Yet, there had been a radical change in both. After the trip to the island at Technical Difficulties, SuMa had put them through a ringer. Pushing them to their limits and beyond both physically and mentally, crafting from the two his perfect weapons. Sure, he might’ve broken both of them more than a little, but it didn’t matter to the masked monster… and the pair had been indoctrinated so deeply they welcomed it.
Now they milled about in a park, a small oasis of green in the sea of gray steel. Both having ditched the hooded jackets that used to be part of their uniform, instead wearing completely unique attires and portraying their painted faces proudly. Yet, despite their seemingly casual wandering, there was a sense of danger constantly about them. “Hey Jake, whyd’ya think Master sent us here? This park was supposed to be neutral territory.”
That was Belinda, musing out loud. She was skipping along like an overexcited little girl, while Jake was surveying his surroundings with a surly look. “My guess is he wants to change that. He did say we should see if there is any business going in here” the response came with a low growl. The time spent in the intensive training of SuMa had turned Jake around completely from the doubtful worrywart he had been. Now all he cared about was causing pain. “Like that.” He saw man wearing gang colors peddling something in a corner of the park.
A smile spread to Belinda’s face “OH! Can I go and fuck him up? Can I?” She asked, her voice eager. Without listening for a response, she bounced forward and rushed to the dealer. “Hey there hot stuff. Whatcha got?”
The dealer seemed confused for a moment, until he saw the scars on Belindas face. “Oh hell naw. You maniacs got no business in this park!” He exclaimed while reaching for a gun on his belt, only to be stopped by Jake grabbing his wrist. “What the fuc…” his curse was cut short as Jake twisted his wrist until it snapped like a dry twig, sending the ganger to the ground in agony.
Belinda flipped him on his back and sat down on his chest, poking the gangsters face like a curious child. “Drugs are bad mmkay? My master has a dislike for that shit, and honestly darlin? So do I. Do be a good boy and go back to your boss and tell him that the park is off-limits. And if they have a problem with that? They can bring it up with the master. Sounds good right?” She gave a bright laugh as she waited for a response.
“Oh fuck you bitch!” the gangster defiantly tried to shout, adrenaline kicking in and suppressing the pain from his wrist, the other and swinging upwards towards Belindas face. But it was stopped mid-swing by Jake, who with a nonchalant twist snapped that one too. The pan from that was so bad it rendered the gangster unconscious.
“C’mon Jake, I wanted to play with him!” Belinda pouted at her partner, eliciting an eyeroll from him. She sighed and stood up, stepping on the gangsters nether regions as she did almost offhandedly. “Oh well. I guess he’ll pass the message.” She kicked him between the legs for good measure to vent her frustration of him passing out, then turning to face Jake. “Hey, wanna go get a hotdog? For some reason I feel like biting a sausage in half.”
Another eyeroll from Jake. “Sure.” He responded curtly and the pair left, leaving the unconscious dealer lying on the ground.
Yet, there had been a radical change in both. After the trip to the island at Technical Difficulties, SuMa had put them through a ringer. Pushing them to their limits and beyond both physically and mentally, crafting from the two his perfect weapons. Sure, he might’ve broken both of them more than a little, but it didn’t matter to the masked monster… and the pair had been indoctrinated so deeply they welcomed it.
Now they milled about in a park, a small oasis of green in the sea of gray steel. Both having ditched the hooded jackets that used to be part of their uniform, instead wearing completely unique attires and portraying their painted faces proudly. Yet, despite their seemingly casual wandering, there was a sense of danger constantly about them. “Hey Jake, whyd’ya think Master sent us here? This park was supposed to be neutral territory.”
That was Belinda, musing out loud. She was skipping along like an overexcited little girl, while Jake was surveying his surroundings with a surly look. “My guess is he wants to change that. He did say we should see if there is any business going in here” the response came with a low growl. The time spent in the intensive training of SuMa had turned Jake around completely from the doubtful worrywart he had been. Now all he cared about was causing pain. “Like that.” He saw man wearing gang colors peddling something in a corner of the park.
A smile spread to Belinda’s face “OH! Can I go and fuck him up? Can I?” She asked, her voice eager. Without listening for a response, she bounced forward and rushed to the dealer. “Hey there hot stuff. Whatcha got?”
The dealer seemed confused for a moment, until he saw the scars on Belindas face. “Oh hell naw. You maniacs got no business in this park!” He exclaimed while reaching for a gun on his belt, only to be stopped by Jake grabbing his wrist. “What the fuc…” his curse was cut short as Jake twisted his wrist until it snapped like a dry twig, sending the ganger to the ground in agony.
Belinda flipped him on his back and sat down on his chest, poking the gangsters face like a curious child. “Drugs are bad mmkay? My master has a dislike for that shit, and honestly darlin? So do I. Do be a good boy and go back to your boss and tell him that the park is off-limits. And if they have a problem with that? They can bring it up with the master. Sounds good right?” She gave a bright laugh as she waited for a response.
“Oh fuck you bitch!” the gangster defiantly tried to shout, adrenaline kicking in and suppressing the pain from his wrist, the other and swinging upwards towards Belindas face. But it was stopped mid-swing by Jake, who with a nonchalant twist snapped that one too. The pan from that was so bad it rendered the gangster unconscious.
“C’mon Jake, I wanted to play with him!” Belinda pouted at her partner, eliciting an eyeroll from him. She sighed and stood up, stepping on the gangsters nether regions as she did almost offhandedly. “Oh well. I guess he’ll pass the message.” She kicked him between the legs for good measure to vent her frustration of him passing out, then turning to face Jake. “Hey, wanna go get a hotdog? For some reason I feel like biting a sausage in half.”
Another eyeroll from Jake. “Sure.” He responded curtly and the pair left, leaving the unconscious dealer lying on the ground.