The boy had bought the gunblade in the ghetto's of Limsa. The hyur lad with dark hair had needed something, anything. And the white haired miqo'te that had sold it to him had been so willing to help. So...kind! How rare a thing. To have parted with such a fine weapon for only a handful of gil...
The boy could have cried if he wasn't so gripped by terror and fear. Fear for his sister.
The bastards had her. They had taken her last night from their small apartment down by the docks because they couldn't pay the protection money. They were gonna take her, enslave her in a brothel, get their money that way. He had to kill the two brutes.
He knew where they would be. Its where he always delivered their weekly protection payments. But this time, this day, the boy was going to pay in bullets.Â
He had never used the weapon before, but he knew it was point and pull trigger and stab.
The boy's heart hammered in his chest, lungs filling quickly as he ran through the streets. He came to the small door. A sign in weathered paint said it was closed.
The boy's boot disagreed. The boy kicked the door open, tearing the latch off. Two figures turned, shouting in surprise. The boy didn't stop. He aimed the silver gunblade and was screaming as he pulled the trigger.
So great was the boy's blood lust that he failed to see the rune etched into the side of the blade glowing a dull purple as the weapon fired. He failed to see the flashes of ethereal light that glinted for the briefest of milliseconds as the bullet hit before the hint of something sinister and magical was lost as blood erupted from the men's bodies.
The gun shots subsided and there was screaming from inside the hut. One of the men was only wounded, not dead, but the boy was stabbing away with the blade, blood oozing over the floor.
On the roof of the building, a crow cawed triumphantly as it's glowing red eyes says the dead souls departing for the afterlife. The birds glowing red eyes saw as the souls were seized up and kept from crossing into Nald'thal's domain and locked away. The bird cawed again and took to the skies.
There were others weapons with the rune circulating through Eorzea now, and there were so many souls to watch die.
The boy could have cried if he wasn't so gripped by terror and fear. Fear for his sister.
The bastards had her. They had taken her last night from their small apartment down by the docks because they couldn't pay the protection money. They were gonna take her, enslave her in a brothel, get their money that way. He had to kill the two brutes.
He knew where they would be. Its where he always delivered their weekly protection payments. But this time, this day, the boy was going to pay in bullets.Â
He had never used the weapon before, but he knew it was point and pull trigger and stab.
The boy's heart hammered in his chest, lungs filling quickly as he ran through the streets. He came to the small door. A sign in weathered paint said it was closed.
The boy's boot disagreed. The boy kicked the door open, tearing the latch off. Two figures turned, shouting in surprise. The boy didn't stop. He aimed the silver gunblade and was screaming as he pulled the trigger.
So great was the boy's blood lust that he failed to see the rune etched into the side of the blade glowing a dull purple as the weapon fired. He failed to see the flashes of ethereal light that glinted for the briefest of milliseconds as the bullet hit before the hint of something sinister and magical was lost as blood erupted from the men's bodies.
The gun shots subsided and there was screaming from inside the hut. One of the men was only wounded, not dead, but the boy was stabbing away with the blade, blood oozing over the floor.
On the roof of the building, a crow cawed triumphantly as it's glowing red eyes says the dead souls departing for the afterlife. The birds glowing red eyes saw as the souls were seized up and kept from crossing into Nald'thal's domain and locked away. The bird cawed again and took to the skies.
There were others weapons with the rune circulating through Eorzea now, and there were so many souls to watch die.
