In search

[Gary Sullivan]

~ There was no hint of life within the remains of what was once Dr Joseph. His body and face was almost unrecognisable, shaped into a mere pulp, wounded and mauled flesh left on the dirt. It remained there, motionless, as its empty eye sockets seemed as though they were staring right through Deepend's own. Such a tragic fate for such a man, who had led a meaningless cynical, spiteful and vengeful life that drove him to the verge of sanity, losing everything he ever held on to. Now, his circle of life has come to an end.. He shall just lay there, and wait to die. ~

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: *takes a long drag from her smoke before tossing it aside and roughly landing the blunt side the her skyth on his chest, glareing down at him with spite* " I can end it all right now and save everyone the trouble you caused, even me..." *kneels down* "What's wrong smart man? got nothng witty to say this time?" *back hands him clear across the face*

[Gary Sullivan]

~ No struggle, nothing. ~

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: "I'm gonna enjoy this you cock bite..." *gets up and takes the scythe off from his chest as she backs up a bit, giving her some swing room before gripping onto the handle and raising it above her head for a killing blow*

[Gary Sullivan]

"Step away from the body!"

~ A loud voice from behind yelled ~

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: *flinches a bit as she heard the demands, as always she needed a good reason to stop her actions so with that she lowers her scythe and looks over her shoulder* " Say's who? "

[Gary Sullivan]

~ The light sound of a gun cocking was heard. In the blink of an eye, she felt a sharp pain grow across her neck. It was a strong tranquiliser that paralysed her entire body, causing her to drop to the ground. She saw men walking by her. Men in dark coats, their face hidden by the shadows. They were dragging Joseph away! ~

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: *struggels to move but only failed horrabily* " You fuckers! What are you doing?!"

[Gary Sullivan]

" Don't struggle. You'll be able to move in a few hours, so just relax. Everything's going to be fine."

*A voice hovering about her said, trotting off*

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: *buring her forehead into the grass as she left out a frustrated yell along with cursing, all she wanted was pay back for hat he did to her mom bother her and her sister, she was damn sure that Her Dad wanted the same thing, pay back, but time after time again it seems fate loves to watch them struggel, eventually her throut was so sore she could not even say a peep, worn out, tired, upset and dyeing for a smoke and a beer*

[Gary Sullivan]

~ The tranquiliser wore off, and she was slowly able to move again. There was no sound or sight of the men who took him away. Just her and her alone...~

[Lissachoa]

Deepend: *staggering to her feel, her body feeling uncomfertly numb, her head was light and felt sick to her stomach, her vision was bluued and her mouth was dry, all these things did not even come to her attention, just what she saw before, she knew that things were about to get ugly just a they always do. reaching in her pocket and pulling out her smokes she takes a big long drag that seemed to cam her throut a bit before noticing everything else that annoyed her body, she could head off int he direction where the men dissapeard but truth be told she was not a good tracker, she knew he would show his face again, to tell about this was the hard question, beliving this mainly involved Lissachoa and no one else was the only cinclusion she could come up with since they have dealt with him in the past, everyone else can learn themselfs.
with that she shoves her hands into her pockets and sops out of the grassy field*