Post by Krit on Nov 12, 2004 22:25:28 GMT -5
Yeah yeah.. This isn't supposed to be all sweet.. Which it might end up being... But hey Im a girl I cant help it... Its more of an angst-like fic... About Hwoarang and meh charie Angel... Cant do a lot of explaining.. Bascically it ties in with MGS somehow.. Angel was created(test tube babeh) and she was a child soldier in the same unit with Raiden... Although most of this might not appear in this I just wanted to state that... When I have time, I'll go into a more detailed explanation.. If needed of course..
~Talon's Angel~
~Prologue~
It was the usual dreary-like afternoon at the local train station. The numerous amounts of people hurrying down the many corridors and such to reach the various trains all around. The heavy rainfall could be heard pouring outside, and the steps leading to the underground station were wet and slippery from the water that ran down like a waterfall. There were countless people there, most business men and women who were always hurrying throughout the turnstiles in there busy schedule to get to some unknown place of importance. Their were a few others, who were there always also, though they never caught a train. They called this place their home, and the concrete floor their beds, though noone seemed to care nowadays. Everyone was far too busy to help the likes of those people.
Certain times, however, there would be so-called live entertainment for these bystanders as well as the many business men and women who traveled about this place. Everyone knew these sort of people. The gangsters that fought within the alleyways, train stations, any place they could find. They would watch these fighters in their combat, as if they had been put there for the mere purpose of their entertainment, is if it was a television show they sometimes watched, amused when certain ones lied face down on the concrete in their defeat. Then, they would be on their way, as if nothing whatsoever had happened. Just another day...
Tonight, however, they were getting a special treat, for they watched a lone figure defeated numerous opponents that surrounded her. This figure was around medium height, seeming to be in her early 20s, with long, fiery crimson hair that stopped just above her upper abdomen, the same fiery coloured bangs hiding her eyes as she fought. She was decked out in punkish raven pants, which were rather big save for around her waist, having various chains and wrapped around it, her long-sleeved crimson shirt running down to the base of her thumb, a large and bold raven runic symbol on the chest of it. She also wore black and crimson biker gloves, that added to her tough and stylish nature.
She barely even winced as she recieved a hard shot to her stomach, a slight grin broadening on her face as her foot suddenly implanted itself within the seemingly last contenderand sending him flying across the room.
"Heh, looks like you shouldn't underestimate a red-head.." the low voice spoke with a slight chuckle. "We have rather tempers you know.." the girl smirked, pushing him away with her foot.
Another crowd of people poured down the stairs and into the underground station, the late evening rush hour of hours heading home for the night. Amongst this rush of business suits and preppy hairstyles was an unkempt mop of fiery red hair. The brightly coloured hair belonged to an Asian man that looked to be in his early 20s. He was decked out in a stylish and punkish attire of a tight-fitting dark green and orange leather sleeveless shirt that zipped up in the front and dark green chaps over snug fitting jeans. A pair of goggles sat upon the man's forehead, holding the wild red locks out of his face and a large knapsack was slung over his shoulder, covered in various pins and keychains.
He walked along towards the turnstiles to the train the had recently arrived, glancing briefly over to the crimson-haired girl engaged in combat before doing a double-take and watching her with a rather suprised expression. "Wow.." he commented softly." Not everyday y' see that..."
The girl smirked at the young men that lay before her, snatching their wallets rather quickly from eachn one's pocket and throwing them into her black and royal knapsackto her side."I think that pretty much covers your debt.." she remarked coldly to them, looking up and glancing briefly over to the fiery-haired young man that watched her, her ice blue eyes visible now.
There stood a young man behind her who had been watching her combat as well, seemingly looking identical to the girl, save for his dark brown hair colour. He shook his head to the girl, scratching his head some. "You should really learn to control your temper." he remarked with a sigh.
"At least I have enough money for the trip.." the girl informed with a chuckle, patting her brother upon the shoulder, slinging the knapsack over her shoulder.
The humorous moment was interrupted by the sounds of police sirens, closing into the area.
"Fuck.." the two spoke, in sync with each other, both shaking their heads and groaning.
"Someone must've narced on us this time.." the girl muttered with a sigh.
"Looks like you had better get going..." the young man informed, before chuckling under his breath.
"Yeah.." she grumbled, quickly giving her brother a hug goodbye, before dashing over to the newly arrived train and slipping in, taking a seat.
The young man watched all of this, and made his way to the same train, slipping in and taking a seat across from her. He sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling. What a long journey this would be...to the tournament. Oh well.. He might as well get some rest..
The girl paid no mind to the young man, sliding her headphones on and leaning to the side, punching the play button as the doors to the train shut, she watching her twin brother slip away unnoticed by everyone. The train soon began to speed off, she lying her head down, before closing her eyes, and slowing drifting off to sleep...
~Talon's Angel~
~Prologue~
It was the usual dreary-like afternoon at the local train station. The numerous amounts of people hurrying down the many corridors and such to reach the various trains all around. The heavy rainfall could be heard pouring outside, and the steps leading to the underground station were wet and slippery from the water that ran down like a waterfall. There were countless people there, most business men and women who were always hurrying throughout the turnstiles in there busy schedule to get to some unknown place of importance. Their were a few others, who were there always also, though they never caught a train. They called this place their home, and the concrete floor their beds, though noone seemed to care nowadays. Everyone was far too busy to help the likes of those people.
Certain times, however, there would be so-called live entertainment for these bystanders as well as the many business men and women who traveled about this place. Everyone knew these sort of people. The gangsters that fought within the alleyways, train stations, any place they could find. They would watch these fighters in their combat, as if they had been put there for the mere purpose of their entertainment, is if it was a television show they sometimes watched, amused when certain ones lied face down on the concrete in their defeat. Then, they would be on their way, as if nothing whatsoever had happened. Just another day...
Tonight, however, they were getting a special treat, for they watched a lone figure defeated numerous opponents that surrounded her. This figure was around medium height, seeming to be in her early 20s, with long, fiery crimson hair that stopped just above her upper abdomen, the same fiery coloured bangs hiding her eyes as she fought. She was decked out in punkish raven pants, which were rather big save for around her waist, having various chains and wrapped around it, her long-sleeved crimson shirt running down to the base of her thumb, a large and bold raven runic symbol on the chest of it. She also wore black and crimson biker gloves, that added to her tough and stylish nature.
She barely even winced as she recieved a hard shot to her stomach, a slight grin broadening on her face as her foot suddenly implanted itself within the seemingly last contenderand sending him flying across the room.
"Heh, looks like you shouldn't underestimate a red-head.." the low voice spoke with a slight chuckle. "We have rather tempers you know.." the girl smirked, pushing him away with her foot.
Another crowd of people poured down the stairs and into the underground station, the late evening rush hour of hours heading home for the night. Amongst this rush of business suits and preppy hairstyles was an unkempt mop of fiery red hair. The brightly coloured hair belonged to an Asian man that looked to be in his early 20s. He was decked out in a stylish and punkish attire of a tight-fitting dark green and orange leather sleeveless shirt that zipped up in the front and dark green chaps over snug fitting jeans. A pair of goggles sat upon the man's forehead, holding the wild red locks out of his face and a large knapsack was slung over his shoulder, covered in various pins and keychains.
He walked along towards the turnstiles to the train the had recently arrived, glancing briefly over to the crimson-haired girl engaged in combat before doing a double-take and watching her with a rather suprised expression. "Wow.." he commented softly." Not everyday y' see that..."
The girl smirked at the young men that lay before her, snatching their wallets rather quickly from eachn one's pocket and throwing them into her black and royal knapsackto her side."I think that pretty much covers your debt.." she remarked coldly to them, looking up and glancing briefly over to the fiery-haired young man that watched her, her ice blue eyes visible now.
There stood a young man behind her who had been watching her combat as well, seemingly looking identical to the girl, save for his dark brown hair colour. He shook his head to the girl, scratching his head some. "You should really learn to control your temper." he remarked with a sigh.
"At least I have enough money for the trip.." the girl informed with a chuckle, patting her brother upon the shoulder, slinging the knapsack over her shoulder.
The humorous moment was interrupted by the sounds of police sirens, closing into the area.
"Fuck.." the two spoke, in sync with each other, both shaking their heads and groaning.
"Someone must've narced on us this time.." the girl muttered with a sigh.
"Looks like you had better get going..." the young man informed, before chuckling under his breath.
"Yeah.." she grumbled, quickly giving her brother a hug goodbye, before dashing over to the newly arrived train and slipping in, taking a seat.
The young man watched all of this, and made his way to the same train, slipping in and taking a seat across from her. He sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling. What a long journey this would be...to the tournament. Oh well.. He might as well get some rest..
The girl paid no mind to the young man, sliding her headphones on and leaning to the side, punching the play button as the doors to the train shut, she watching her twin brother slip away unnoticed by everyone. The train soon began to speed off, she lying her head down, before closing her eyes, and slowing drifting off to sleep...
