Thursday: Guilty Pleasures (09.02.2012)
For today, share with us 100 words about your character indulging in a guilty pleasure.
I've had this prompt bugging me for some time now, so here goes:
Nikita's POV
The elevator door closed behind her with a soft tone. Nikita made her way through the foyer of the ANH Department. ANH stood for Anti Non-Humans, but not many knew that. ANH sounded vague, yet assertive, and didn`t have much to do with Killing-Bloodsucking-Cockroaches-in-the-m
"Leaving so late, again?" The security asked and Nikita simply nodded her goodbyes.
She stepped outside in the cool night. For now they weren`t allowed to hunt vampires in populated areas or during daytime. The situation however, had been steadily getting out of hand and it was only a matter of time. They could all feel it. That's why the management had decided to concentrate on insignificant details such as Nikita's very Russian guns.
She entered one of the small alleys near the Department. That day had started with another pointless mission, that served no purpose than to waste money. Nikita suspected that it was connected to how active the ANH was, but had refrained from commenting. Right after that Tim had entered her office with a briefcase.
Nikita's tense shoulders stiffened at the memory. She made her way between the buildings towards a small park. It wasn`t much - just a feel benches beneath young threes, but right in the middle there was a fountain. She paced towards it.
The higher ups had decided that her Grach and Gyurza would be far better off if replaced with a Baretta and a Browning. Tim had mumbled something about standards and ammo that she hadn`t cared about hearing. She had very calmly strode to her Commanders office and explained to him with extreme patience and at length exactly what a gun means to a slayer. That's what they were and no amount of fluffing it up could have changed the fact. She had continued with even more patience, if that was remotely possible, to depict exactly the kind of work they did. In that line of work they needed to trust their weapons with their lives. Unconditionally. If something were to go wrong in the part of the millisecond where they drew the weapon, aimed and shot, the government was going to have another coffin to bury. Her Commander should also keep in mind that this was a best case scenario under normal circumstances. Sometimes there wasn't a body to bury.
Nikita leaned on the fountain and took off her shoes. No heels, but agreeable enough with her costume, and yet more than comfortable if she had to run for her life. She took off her socks and turned towards the water. Her toes stopped just millimetres away from the surface. She looked over her shoulder and for a moment listened carefully to the night. She was alone. Her feet submerged into the cool water and she exhaled the tension that was stiffening her back.
"Water is the only real cure." Her mother loved to repeat. As it soaked her tired bones she was inclined to agree. All of the tension that had been holding her upright drained away and Nikita almost crumbled on the cold stone. She closed her eyes and gingerly moved her feet. The bones popped audibly and relief washed over her.
Nikita didn`t know how long she'd been sitting there when she heard rustling in the grass nearby. Someone had to give her points for not reaching for her Grach or evem Gyurza. A cat appeared on the light of the street lamps and went on its path, without even looking at her. Nikita lazily dangled her legs in the water and stared at the stars.
I've had this prompt bugging me for some time now, so here goes:
Nikita's POV
The elevator door closed behind her with a soft tone. Nikita made her way through the foyer of the ANH Department. ANH stood for Anti Non-Humans, but not many knew that. ANH sounded vague, yet assertive, and didn`t have much to do with Killing-Bloodsucking-Cockroaches-in-the-m
"Leaving so late, again?" The security asked and Nikita simply nodded her goodbyes.
She stepped outside in the cool night. For now they weren`t allowed to hunt vampires in populated areas or during daytime. The situation however, had been steadily getting out of hand and it was only a matter of time. They could all feel it. That's why the management had decided to concentrate on insignificant details such as Nikita's very Russian guns.
She entered one of the small alleys near the Department. That day had started with another pointless mission, that served no purpose than to waste money. Nikita suspected that it was connected to how active the ANH was, but had refrained from commenting. Right after that Tim had entered her office with a briefcase.
Nikita's tense shoulders stiffened at the memory. She made her way between the buildings towards a small park. It wasn`t much - just a feel benches beneath young threes, but right in the middle there was a fountain. She paced towards it.
The higher ups had decided that her Grach and Gyurza would be far better off if replaced with a Baretta and a Browning. Tim had mumbled something about standards and ammo that she hadn`t cared about hearing. She had very calmly strode to her Commanders office and explained to him with extreme patience and at length exactly what a gun means to a slayer. That's what they were and no amount of fluffing it up could have changed the fact. She had continued with even more patience, if that was remotely possible, to depict exactly the kind of work they did. In that line of work they needed to trust their weapons with their lives. Unconditionally. If something were to go wrong in the part of the millisecond where they drew the weapon, aimed and shot, the government was going to have another coffin to bury. Her Commander should also keep in mind that this was a best case scenario under normal circumstances. Sometimes there wasn't a body to bury.
Nikita leaned on the fountain and took off her shoes. No heels, but agreeable enough with her costume, and yet more than comfortable if she had to run for her life. She took off her socks and turned towards the water. Her toes stopped just millimetres away from the surface. She looked over her shoulder and for a moment listened carefully to the night. She was alone. Her feet submerged into the cool water and she exhaled the tension that was stiffening her back.
"Water is the only real cure." Her mother loved to repeat. As it soaked her tired bones she was inclined to agree. All of the tension that had been holding her upright drained away and Nikita almost crumbled on the cold stone. She closed her eyes and gingerly moved her feet. The bones popped audibly and relief washed over her.
Nikita didn`t know how long she'd been sitting there when she heard rustling in the grass nearby. Someone had to give her points for not reaching for her Grach or evem Gyurza. A cat appeared on the light of the street lamps and went on its path, without even looking at her. Nikita lazily dangled her legs in the water and stared at the stars.