Log;; Incomplete

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When; January 10th
Rating; Unknown at the moment, but here's betting at least PG-13
Characters; Hoshigaki Kisame omgashark; Pyramid Head redhorror
Summary; Kisame's every little regret finally catches up with him.
Log;

It was late. Later than he was used to being out on his patrol walks, especially in his currently incapacitated state. He knew it probably wasnt the best of ideas to be out at all, considering the amount of people itching to take a shot at him as of late. Acher, Yondaime, the Oto-nin... and who really knew who else would tke the opportunity to take advantage of him?

Wide-brimmed hat pulled over his eyes, the sharkman quickly ducked into the comfortng shadow of an alleyway. It had taken more out of him than he had anticipated... just a moment to breathe. Thats all he needed.

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Subtley at first, then perhaps more noticably, the sounds of the City entire began to fade into silence.

The occasional streetlight began, one by one, to become choked off with a crawling, consuming darkness.

The darkness spread, and deepend until nothing beyond the pool of light caste by a light on the side of the sheer building's wall became the only percievable amount of space within the darkened city streets.

At the very edges of this caste light the darkness moved; shifted, melted, stretched and ran.
The writhing mass then coalesced into a form.

The monster jerked, and twitched, but seemed otherwise unphased as it raised itself to it's feet. Turning back, it drew forth it's nine-foot steel blade from the darkness beyond.

The blade hit the concrete with a reverberating, mettalic thud, and the Executioner set off, the tell-tale scream and grind of his slow gait heralding his arrival; Relentless, remorseless.

The Red Pyramid, Right Hand, Great Blade.
He lived in it, moved through it, was a part of it.

.....And through the darkness, he could hear a smell. See a sound.

The call and response of the condemned.

Murderer

Liar

Guilty


((OOC: Sorry this took so long T^T!))

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[[OOC: Heehee. No worries. :)]]

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Kisame's labored breathing became even more strained as the darkness fell around him, suffocating him, trapping him in the voices that rang from beyond.

The Executioner had come... and at the least opportune time. Kisame had called him out, there was no doubt about it. But why now? Why when he was incapable of adequately defending himself? Perhaps such was the nature of the beast...

Kisame tried to hold his ground, a shaky hand reaching to his back to grip the hilt of the mighty Samehada. "Murderer, liar, hmm? Then you've heard of me."

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The Red Gaurd advanced, but never broke the halting, slow pace.

*Thump...scrrreeeeeccchh..* As the blade through sparks against the rough stone.

*Thump...Scrrreeeeecchh..* His grey-skinned, gnarled right hand extended to point at the condemned.
He does not speak, for he has forgotten how, but that pointing hand says enough.

It tells of the secrets that the condemned holds, and the forboding promise to make good on those pleas for redemption.

The pointing hand says; It is your turn, now

The darkness was clamoring in many-tongued silence.
It whispered to itself, and the condemned about things unknown, unremembered.
The fear. The guilt. The pain that Kisame had never known.

Like increasing air pressure, these things crowded the mind, seeking a call and response.

The Red Gaurd had been sent to find this particular predator.
Kisame had willfully harmed an innocent. Judge, Jury and Executioner were in accord; the shark must be shown the reckoning.

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Kisame's hand tightened around the hilt of his own blade, knuckles splitting, bleeding as he struggled to remain composed.

But it was difficult. The atmosphere was unbearable, the pressure of all around him pressing down, crushing him.

The pressure of his crimes. The things he'd done, the things he'd never shown, much less felt, an ounce of regret for. All of it was beginning to inch back, in the worst possible way.