Stalking the Prey
Jul 4, 2015 10:24:44 GMT -5
Post by Black Adder on Jul 4, 2015 10:24:44 GMT -5
“Oh no, I told you you’re gonna get me fired.”
“Please, if it wasn’t for my contributions, this hellhole would’ve been shut down by now. Just let me on the stage, the fee is in my car.”
“Yeah? So’s the last one. This is your last time, Hana. Make it quick, alright? People’ll be here soon.”
“You used to be fun, Marcus. You used to enjoy my little shows.”
“I was trying to sleep with you, Hana.”
“Hmm? Try harder next time.”
The feed opens on nothing. Darkness. Black. There it lingers for a good ten seconds, long enough for someone to wonder if there’s a problem with what they are seeing.
“And that is how you introduce yourself.” A spotlight shines down, revealing The Black Adder herself, Hana Song, again holding a microphone as if she’s about to sing the National Anthem at a sporting event, dressed in solid black attire, from the vest to the leather pants, to the heeled boots. She is smirking as she speaks again.
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the Baroness, has she shrugged off the sting, the bite of loss, or has she done mental math to make it sound like what happened was a positive for her? The first victim is always the sweetest kill, it lets you get a taste for it, the lust for the hunt, the satisfaction from seeing your prey fall as you squeeze tight. There’s nothing quite like it.”
“But the Baroness was just the first, and the Black Adder does not rest. She slithers, searching silently, stalking, for the next one. And so she has found him. Hello, Bert.” Hana looks directly forward, her smirk twisted into something a bit more…devlilsh.
“You’re making a mistake, you know. You’ve stepped forwards, entering the Lion’s Den when you should be concerned about the Snake Pit. Do not attempt to sedate me with compliments or tugging at the heart strings, you only make it worse for yourself. Who are you, Bert, if not a devoted servant to the whims of family. Good. Robby…was it? Have you told him about Santa Claus? The Tooth Fairy? The Easter Bunny? For your sake, I hope so because if so, once he sees what happens to his father, it’s going to be the greatest disappointment in his life.”
“The biggest mistake the Baroness made was assuming I was like so many others, all talk talk talk. The biggest one you can make is in assuming I’m letting one victory get to my head, that I look at you and assume I’ve already won. The fight doesn’t end until the Venom is applied, the Kiss delivered. How fortunate that my Kiss is equal opportunity. You look like you could use one. A Kiss, from the Adder no less.”
“The first bite, the first kill, that was a good one. But it’s the second that really gets the blood pumping. And yes, Bert, you will be the second kill. Why? Because I want you to look into my eyes before I squeeze the life out of you, and I want you to tell your spawn that there’s no cure for my Venom, that dear daddy dearest’s only lessons in life…are how to fail.”
“And then, Bert, then I move on. I forget about you. But you? You’ll never forget the sting that only I can deliver. You’ll never forget how it feels to be bitten by The Black Adder.”
The Black Adder sticks out her tongue, just before grinning and, yes, dropping the mic.
“Please, if it wasn’t for my contributions, this hellhole would’ve been shut down by now. Just let me on the stage, the fee is in my car.”
“Yeah? So’s the last one. This is your last time, Hana. Make it quick, alright? People’ll be here soon.”
“You used to be fun, Marcus. You used to enjoy my little shows.”
“I was trying to sleep with you, Hana.”
“Hmm? Try harder next time.”
The feed opens on nothing. Darkness. Black. There it lingers for a good ten seconds, long enough for someone to wonder if there’s a problem with what they are seeing.
“And that is how you introduce yourself.” A spotlight shines down, revealing The Black Adder herself, Hana Song, again holding a microphone as if she’s about to sing the National Anthem at a sporting event, dressed in solid black attire, from the vest to the leather pants, to the heeled boots. She is smirking as she speaks again.
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the Baroness, has she shrugged off the sting, the bite of loss, or has she done mental math to make it sound like what happened was a positive for her? The first victim is always the sweetest kill, it lets you get a taste for it, the lust for the hunt, the satisfaction from seeing your prey fall as you squeeze tight. There’s nothing quite like it.”
“But the Baroness was just the first, and the Black Adder does not rest. She slithers, searching silently, stalking, for the next one. And so she has found him. Hello, Bert.” Hana looks directly forward, her smirk twisted into something a bit more…devlilsh.
“You’re making a mistake, you know. You’ve stepped forwards, entering the Lion’s Den when you should be concerned about the Snake Pit. Do not attempt to sedate me with compliments or tugging at the heart strings, you only make it worse for yourself. Who are you, Bert, if not a devoted servant to the whims of family. Good. Robby…was it? Have you told him about Santa Claus? The Tooth Fairy? The Easter Bunny? For your sake, I hope so because if so, once he sees what happens to his father, it’s going to be the greatest disappointment in his life.”
“The biggest mistake the Baroness made was assuming I was like so many others, all talk talk talk. The biggest one you can make is in assuming I’m letting one victory get to my head, that I look at you and assume I’ve already won. The fight doesn’t end until the Venom is applied, the Kiss delivered. How fortunate that my Kiss is equal opportunity. You look like you could use one. A Kiss, from the Adder no less.”
“The first bite, the first kill, that was a good one. But it’s the second that really gets the blood pumping. And yes, Bert, you will be the second kill. Why? Because I want you to look into my eyes before I squeeze the life out of you, and I want you to tell your spawn that there’s no cure for my Venom, that dear daddy dearest’s only lessons in life…are how to fail.”
“And then, Bert, then I move on. I forget about you. But you? You’ll never forget the sting that only I can deliver. You’ll never forget how it feels to be bitten by The Black Adder.”
The Black Adder sticks out her tongue, just before grinning and, yes, dropping the mic.