The World
Member
"Oh?"
The World, in the corporate sphere, was a manager. He reported to his own boss, but managed others in turn, whenever he wasn't doing this. And though he wore a mask, and took on a new name, the old attitudes and thought processes persisted. He had appreciated the youth's skill, and his considerable power...but he did not like being challenged. The growling reply from Wolf; the chastising remarks from Phoenix - he picked up on the red ponytail, but was more focused on the way she was talking to him than what she was saying.
The sirens grew louder, and his neck muscles tightened.
"You're not...done with this conversation?" he continued, stepping forward to loom over the teen.
The sirens grew louder and louder. He could hear them coming, with their boots and guns and badges. Soon they'd be upon them all.
"Hn hn hn," he chuckled, shoulders bouncing.
"If we have a problem, we probably shouldn't work together, right? I should just leave you here in this vault...with all these dead men."
His eyes were manic beneath the reflective lenses of his mask. Vindictive.
Neither of them use guns, he thought.
He tossed the murder weapon over into the pool of blood that had gathered under one of the bodies.
"How do you feel now?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Do you think we're done with the conversation, Wolf?"
The World, in the corporate sphere, was a manager. He reported to his own boss, but managed others in turn, whenever he wasn't doing this. And though he wore a mask, and took on a new name, the old attitudes and thought processes persisted. He had appreciated the youth's skill, and his considerable power...but he did not like being challenged. The growling reply from Wolf; the chastising remarks from Phoenix - he picked up on the red ponytail, but was more focused on the way she was talking to him than what she was saying.
The sirens grew louder, and his neck muscles tightened.
"You're not...done with this conversation?" he continued, stepping forward to loom over the teen.
The sirens grew louder and louder. He could hear them coming, with their boots and guns and badges. Soon they'd be upon them all.
"Hn hn hn," he chuckled, shoulders bouncing.
"If we have a problem, we probably shouldn't work together, right? I should just leave you here in this vault...with all these dead men."
His eyes were manic beneath the reflective lenses of his mask. Vindictive.
Neither of them use guns, he thought.
He tossed the murder weapon over into the pool of blood that had gathered under one of the bodies.
"How do you feel now?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Do you think we're done with the conversation, Wolf?"