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An unjust punishment; The start of Ver's slippery slope
Topic Started: Mar 5 2007, 10:06 PM (158 Views)
Verloren
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Who could spend eternity alone
Verloren walked through the doors of his club, looking completely out of place in his period wear amongst the youngsters, in jeans and shirts, some in more gothic attire. Others in just less attire. He frowned slightly as he walked in, the music and decor was not at all to his tastes, but then he wasn’t here for a good time.

He scowled as he walked across the dance floor people who knew him either from the fight that made him clanleiter or simply thereafter moved, others looked at him and scoffed at his outfit only to be clued in as to who he was and then they would move as well or try to shoe respect by nodding, but Verloren wasn’t seeing them, the lust of his most recent feed plus the ever increasing insanity in his mind has blinded but to the task at hand and so he walked through into a back room where a group of younger ones were lining up white powders and rolling notes when they suddenly jumped and tried to hide the notes and simply wiped the powder off the table so it formed a white mist.

Verloren chuckled as they blabbered on about apologies and tried to condone what they were doing when he spoke to them.

"This is of no concern to me, I am here regarding the fight you started in Anarchisten territory. I’m here to punish you."

The all looked at him for a moment then cowered back slightly as he spoke again

"How dare you take it upon yourself to go to Anarchisten territory and start an unwarranted attack, and don’t say this was an ordinary bar fight, you almost started a war, a war we could not win at this moment in time, and a war I do not wish to have. You could have cost us all, but instead you cost the life’s of over a dozen of your friends and brethren, and cost you your freedoms, you are not to leave the borders of politiker territory, AND you are barred from every club pub and bar in my land. Consider this a light punishment, if any of you attempt anything like this again, you will be considered traitors for instigating wars between clans"

One of the younglings stood up and spoke in a very arrogant and cocky voice

"You can’t do that sir, we all know they are scum, and want nothing but violence"

Verloren looked at him with a "glare of death"

"How dare you answer back, they maybe scum, but they are our brethren and you are only lowering to their level if you give them that fight. My punishment stands"

The younger one even had the balls to take a step closer to Verloren as he spoke again

"You can’t do that sir for doing what we all want"

Verloren snarled and thrust his hand through the others gut then brought it back out and slashed across his throat in a vicious strike that took his corpse to the floor as he snarled at the others

"I DO NOT WANT A WAR, NOW GET OUT OF HERE AND DON’T COME BACK"

Wide eyed staring at the their now dead friend they all screamed or just run out and left Verloren there looking at the body before he turned and walked out slowly and calmly wiping his hand on a hanky before tossing it in the trash
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