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changehistory"Strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter." - Law #42, "The 48 Laws of Power" by Robert Greene
He had been willing to go alone, to take care of it, to be done with it, to cease and desist dancing around the issue. The night they'd taken the kittens to Peter, he'd been ready to storm out of there and slit Bob's throat in his sleep, but one thing led to another, and he hadn't gone and then there was Angela. But he'd stuck to his resolve to get it done, to stop any holding back. He'd promised not to torture, but he needed a kill, some primal violence learned young and ingrained welling up until he nearly wandered to the Park to be a target just so he could fight back.
Instead he was here, waiting with Nathan silent at his back. A silent trip, both of them lost, and Adam wasn't about to start it off with, "So, I think your mother hates me now, and for some reason Peter seems pissed about that, despite my doing what he wanted," so he kept his mouth shut until they were there. With Nathan's ability, the fence wasn't really a problem, and Adam had already scouted out the cameras on previous trips. As he worried about people with powers, Bob's actual security system was relatively easy to bypass as well, and Adam had them inside and out of the bitter cold fairly quickly.
"The study," he murmured, nodding his head and in the right direction and leading the way. The bodyguard, he knew, would leave Bob to himself, and inside seemed safest. He could make the kill, they could leave by the doors that led from the study out back and then Nathan could fly them out of there before anyone missed Bob or came looking. Easy as pie, though, he had to admit, easier with Nathan for a quick getaway. He pointed Nathan to the curtains by the door that would serve as their exit and positioned himself behind the open door that led to a small half bath in the other corner. From the main doorway, the bodyguard wouldn't be able to see that anything was amiss.
It all depended on this, he thought, fingering the wakizashi he'd brought. He'd had it embossed with his symbol, a match for the katana Hiro had taken back when he buried him. It didn't have the right feel--a more modern weapon--but it was sharp enough for the job and not like he would be in combat with it. It would send a message, and that was enough. He was alive. He survived. He was free. And they would surrender or all die.
Bob was the head. Bob was the key. Bob was the one still standing and if they could bring him down, the rest would follow. Without the Twelve left to lead them, the Company would founder and be easy pickings, the employees scattering. A few might think of vengeance, but the majority who might have had already been eliminated moving toward the events at Kirby Plaza before. It left the way clear, power resting on one man, and when Adam slew him, they could finally work on setting everyone else free of the shackles he had inadvertently wrought. His war. His battle. That Nathan was there meant...something, but as things stood he couldn't dwell on it for long.
There was a sound, a car, a key, voices, and time seemed to both freeze and fast forward. Bob said something, he heard the guard move away and then there he was with nothing in between him and Adam, and a stretch of years behind them. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted...so many things that boiled under his skin and screamed at the unfairness that he had to strike down his tormentor so simply. He could make it elegant, at least. No sniper from afar, but this, close. He moved from the shadows, and that was enough to bring Bob's head up, fast, eyes wide behind his glasses as they took in Adam, the sword, the coldness in his eyes.
"Adam." Did his voice tremble, just a bit? Adam wanted to think so. His hand moved at least, and Adam had the sword out, the distance crossed in one fluid, very fast moment. The blade rested against Bob's skin, sharp and as he pressed a thin line of blood welled.
"Bob." Pleasant, low, musical, like they were discussing tea. "Don't even think about pressing the button."
"You're going to kill me anyway," Bob pointed out, in some attempt to be logical.
"But there are lots of ways I could do it," Adam murmured. "And you don't want to make me more irritated than I already am. I've had a bad week."
Bob swallowed, and Adam watched a bead of sweat roll down from his forehead. It wasn't really torture to stand here and drag the moment of the kill out, was it? To watch as hope frittered away and fear rose, to smell the stink of it on him and watch him sweat.
"You shouldn't have taken Claire, Bob, not even for a few hours. You shouldn't have had Nathan shot. And you really really shouldn't have tried to keep Peter." Adam gave him an almost pleasant smile. "And, well. If I listed everything you shouldn't have done to me, we'd be here all week."
"You're a menace," Bob said, in some sort of show of bravery. "You had to be stopped."
Adam nodded, perfectly civil. "Stopped, perhaps. But what you did..."
Bob swallowed.
Adam smiled, drew his arm back, and plunged the sword hard and fast into Bob's heart, driving it into the chair. He watched the man's eyes widen, pain and horror. He caught their flicker toward the door, just in time to turn, to see her.
"Elle..."
She stared at him, eyes wide with shock, and he saw the curtains by the door move, but couldn't get there before her scream filled the room, followed by a crackle he knew all too well.
"Daddy, no!"
The charge hit him as the words did, sending him flying into the wall, pain lacing through him with enough force to make him scream, knowing things were burning. More movement, and he tried to cry out a warning, to tell him to go, eyes meeting Nathan's before a second blue arc surged through the air and blessed blackness washed over him.
[OOC: Written based off of and to spark RP in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nota_fairytale. Nathan is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vote4nathan and used with permission of his mun. Bob and Elle are NPC's in that universe and nothing in here or any RP based off of this set up is binding on or meant to implicate itsjustbob, any other Bob muse/player, or any Elle muse/player.]
He had been willing to go alone, to take care of it, to be done with it, to cease and desist dancing around the issue. The night they'd taken the kittens to Peter, he'd been ready to storm out of there and slit Bob's throat in his sleep, but one thing led to another, and he hadn't gone and then there was Angela. But he'd stuck to his resolve to get it done, to stop any holding back. He'd promised not to torture, but he needed a kill, some primal violence learned young and ingrained welling up until he nearly wandered to the Park to be a target just so he could fight back.
Instead he was here, waiting with Nathan silent at his back. A silent trip, both of them lost, and Adam wasn't about to start it off with, "So, I think your mother hates me now, and for some reason Peter seems pissed about that, despite my doing what he wanted," so he kept his mouth shut until they were there. With Nathan's ability, the fence wasn't really a problem, and Adam had already scouted out the cameras on previous trips. As he worried about people with powers, Bob's actual security system was relatively easy to bypass as well, and Adam had them inside and out of the bitter cold fairly quickly.
"The study," he murmured, nodding his head and in the right direction and leading the way. The bodyguard, he knew, would leave Bob to himself, and inside seemed safest. He could make the kill, they could leave by the doors that led from the study out back and then Nathan could fly them out of there before anyone missed Bob or came looking. Easy as pie, though, he had to admit, easier with Nathan for a quick getaway. He pointed Nathan to the curtains by the door that would serve as their exit and positioned himself behind the open door that led to a small half bath in the other corner. From the main doorway, the bodyguard wouldn't be able to see that anything was amiss.
It all depended on this, he thought, fingering the wakizashi he'd brought. He'd had it embossed with his symbol, a match for the katana Hiro had taken back when he buried him. It didn't have the right feel--a more modern weapon--but it was sharp enough for the job and not like he would be in combat with it. It would send a message, and that was enough. He was alive. He survived. He was free. And they would surrender or all die.
Bob was the head. Bob was the key. Bob was the one still standing and if they could bring him down, the rest would follow. Without the Twelve left to lead them, the Company would founder and be easy pickings, the employees scattering. A few might think of vengeance, but the majority who might have had already been eliminated moving toward the events at Kirby Plaza before. It left the way clear, power resting on one man, and when Adam slew him, they could finally work on setting everyone else free of the shackles he had inadvertently wrought. His war. His battle. That Nathan was there meant...something, but as things stood he couldn't dwell on it for long.
There was a sound, a car, a key, voices, and time seemed to both freeze and fast forward. Bob said something, he heard the guard move away and then there he was with nothing in between him and Adam, and a stretch of years behind them. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted...so many things that boiled under his skin and screamed at the unfairness that he had to strike down his tormentor so simply. He could make it elegant, at least. No sniper from afar, but this, close. He moved from the shadows, and that was enough to bring Bob's head up, fast, eyes wide behind his glasses as they took in Adam, the sword, the coldness in his eyes.
"Adam." Did his voice tremble, just a bit? Adam wanted to think so. His hand moved at least, and Adam had the sword out, the distance crossed in one fluid, very fast moment. The blade rested against Bob's skin, sharp and as he pressed a thin line of blood welled.
"Bob." Pleasant, low, musical, like they were discussing tea. "Don't even think about pressing the button."
"You're going to kill me anyway," Bob pointed out, in some attempt to be logical.
"But there are lots of ways I could do it," Adam murmured. "And you don't want to make me more irritated than I already am. I've had a bad week."
Bob swallowed, and Adam watched a bead of sweat roll down from his forehead. It wasn't really torture to stand here and drag the moment of the kill out, was it? To watch as hope frittered away and fear rose, to smell the stink of it on him and watch him sweat.
"You shouldn't have taken Claire, Bob, not even for a few hours. You shouldn't have had Nathan shot. And you really really shouldn't have tried to keep Peter." Adam gave him an almost pleasant smile. "And, well. If I listed everything you shouldn't have done to me, we'd be here all week."
"You're a menace," Bob said, in some sort of show of bravery. "You had to be stopped."
Adam nodded, perfectly civil. "Stopped, perhaps. But what you did..."
Bob swallowed.
Adam smiled, drew his arm back, and plunged the sword hard and fast into Bob's heart, driving it into the chair. He watched the man's eyes widen, pain and horror. He caught their flicker toward the door, just in time to turn, to see her.
"Elle..."
She stared at him, eyes wide with shock, and he saw the curtains by the door move, but couldn't get there before her scream filled the room, followed by a crackle he knew all too well.
"Daddy, no!"
The charge hit him as the words did, sending him flying into the wall, pain lacing through him with enough force to make him scream, knowing things were burning. More movement, and he tried to cry out a warning, to tell him to go, eyes meeting Nathan's before a second blue arc surged through the air and blessed blackness washed over him.
[OOC: Written based off of and to spark RP in
nota_fairytale. Nathan is vote4nathan and used with permission of his mun. Bob and Elle are NPC's in that universe and nothing in here or any RP based off of this set up is binding on or meant to implicate itsjustbob, any other Bob muse/player, or any Elle muse/player.]
