The Trio of Murderers

Ronnie was never the most polite person ever, and right now was not one of those rare times where she was. Okay, so she was hopelessly lost, and okay, so this place was a TOTAL mess and she had very little idea what she was doing here. Was she supposed to kill somebody? She couldn't remember. But it would most likely happen anyways if there person deserved to die. Though her reasons were not always exactly right. Like MAYBE shooting a gun chewing gum next to you up an elavator was a LITTLE extreme. But it was whatever to Ronnie. The blood splatters looked nice on the dull walls, and the brain matter looked even better. But now there was no elevator, only rubbel and tents. Which to her was a pretty odd combination. Though to others they could most likely figure it out. But Ronnie? Well. Right now she was thinking about the many ways she could fuck up the day of the people who were her.

It was sunny, wasn't it? She looked up. She frowned. Where had the day gone as she stood on the outskirts of what used to be Central City? She crossed her arms and looked back forward. Yes, always look forward. That was how things started. She noted how good everything looked at night, when the sun had just freshly fallen and the clouds fathered around the moon. It was all so dark and inviting. Even the destruction around her. How did she end up here again... To kill somebody? She closed her eyes hard and stomped a frustrated foot. She should know! She began on her way with a frown, staying on the outskirts. Didn't she have a map? As soon as she saw that she scowled. Could she even read maps? She was sure she couldn't. She shoved her hands into her deep gray camouflage cargo shorts pockets and dug through the random assortment of items and pulled out a map. She saw a destination circled. Twice. In red. It said Central City. And these were her own circles, she remembered that. But why she wanted to be here, she had completely forgotten on the long journey here. She hated travelling for long periods of time. It made her forget why she was going, and it always pissed her off. Not like she was DUMB. But her short term memory wasn't exactly the best part of her. She was lucky if she remembered somebodies name the next day. But she did sometimes! Depends on how interesting they were. So she figured she must not be here for an interesting reason or she would have remembered. Because killing people was never something she just forgot.

Ronnie suddenly stopped, with her hands in her pockets and a bored frown on her face. She looked at the sky. Why was she so lonely feeling? She shook her head. No, Ronnie. That was how it was supposed to be she thought to herself. Just find something to do. Easy to do. She looked down with a sigh to see a bug crawling on the ground. It was just a small cockroach, nothing really worth caring about. But Ronnie? She was bored. She pulled out one of her guns from her pocked and grinned widely as she shot the cockroach with her Caracal pistol. The bullet did hit the cockroach and she looked up as if victorious. Boredom- Cured. Bullet- Wasted.

To Ronnie, this was just life. The more bullets used, the more entertaining things were. Even if it was just the shooting of one stupid bug. But to her, it was shooting the gun that was important. She looked back towards the tents and begin on her way towards them with her hands and gun back in her pocket and a smug grin that could only bring trouble. That was all Ronnie was, afterall. She was trouble incarnate. And she wasn't afraid who knew it.

What once was Central City, capital of Amestris and glorious home to many many people in fancy houses had, over the time after that big bang, slowl turned into a nomad settlement. Makeshift houses made of rubble or wood, tents and open fires upon a floor of decimated houses, damaged streets and dug-over earth. Most of these "settlements" had gathered around places that had remained a working source of water. What used to be fountains were turned into wells and the public order that people were used to was mostly hearsay now.

The people went by easier laws, the able-bodied -or those wo managed to scavenge valiable tools from the ruins- had power, had control and status. The others were pretty much dependent on them. Raz was in luck, hardly anyone else was als able-bodied as she, when it came to processing scrap metal. Even if it wasn't quite the luxury life, this whole explosion business had bumped her up a few notches on the social scale. From the no-named nobody Youswell girl to that one renown person people around this neighborhood turned to, if they we're dealing with iron-related issues and requests. But when there's glory, there's also grudgers. Not only once or twice had outside people tried to take her equipment or attack her as a person. To no surprise, she was respectively cautious whenever new people showed up around the block. Unfamiliar faces could mean bad news. In fact, they did more often then not.

And so that exact thought crossed the eyepatch'd redheads mind, when she wasn't doing anything noteworthy in particular, as she noticed someone in the distance, clearly visible against them razed to the ground remains of central and the sky. "Ye better be watchin' out. Never know, like, what kind o' people be showin' their faces 'round here. I've had, like, plenty of 'em bad experiences lately." And with that, she pretended to not have seen the stranger's silhouette in the distance, turned her head back in the natural direction of her neck and emptied the water bottle she brought. If nothing else went down, this is where Raziah would kill time, hanging around near the border of the hut collection on the half-destroyed remains of former houses, being all philosophical in mind and staring at the sky through what little remained of some ceilings in had-been-buildings.

"One..." A man inched closer to his target who expelled a loud, ear-wrenching belt. Quivering on all fours, the victim clawed at dirt as if he could dig himself free, but the footsteps came closer. Another scream echoed against the broken walls of Central city. "Two..." The man on the ground lifted his fear-stained eyes, raising a dirt-cacked hand to clutch at his sweat-streaked hair. In wires, it blew in the harsh gusts of dying summer wind. He tore it out, wailing and running and stumbling to his knees. "Oh please spare me!"

"Three, four, five..." Already half dead he was. The man climbed a barbed wire fence, getting tangled in it's clutches and tearing his raggedy clothes apart. "Please...please I didn't mean to kill her she was just so beautiful. You understand right...right!? I had to see her blood spilled over that smooth skin I had to--"

"Six, seven, eight..."

"Oh god oh god oh god...PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE ME!"

"Nine...ten." BOOM. His entire body exploded, scattering bits of steaming flesh about the entire fence an all around it. An intestine hung off the barbed wire, waving as if saying goodbye. "No one saved her; no one saved you." It was a cold voice, coming from deep inside the speaker who stood there with his hands out against the air and his eyes closed. Black hair thrashed violently against that same wind that combed through that of the decimated murderer of a victim. Red eyes opened, pupils sinking into the sea of blood. He stepped away slowly, pushing down the nausea that rose in his gut--the only remaining humanity existing within him. This human body... He reached a hand around and touched the blood seal tattooed to the back of his neck. A frown.

He turned his head and saw... A woman. Had she heard his screams? Has she seen him kill? The man known as Ten thought about running, but instead he stood there frozen like a deer caught in headlights--a deer splashed in blood. He wore all back, jeans and a tight-fitting long-sleeve shirt that outlined the curves of his ab muscles. He could kill her too... that orange-haired girl in green. A hiss escaped his lips and Ten realized that the man he had just killed actually got a shot at him before he had kicked the gun away. He touched his side and came up with a handful of thick ooz. His head spun and he gnawed his lip. This was a problem. If he stood here like this, he would bleed to death... But--

"Ye better be watchin' out. Never know, like, what kind o' people be showin' their faces 'round here. I've had, like, plenty of 'em bad experiences lately."

Oh irony. Another girl with orange hair. They were both nearby...within hearing distance and possibly seeing distance. He dropped to one knee, clutching his side and looking like he was going to face-plant at any minute. He fucked up. Had they seen? A sweat-laced forehead turned to see as unfocused eyes tried to see the two girls standing relatively near. This was a problem.

{Bump~}

"Man, this place be bustling with 'em people today." she thought as yet another person got her attention from the very far side of her -truncated for obvious reasons- field of vision. As close as he was, he had propably overheard her monolog, that was almost embarassing. But only almost, if he had any comments to give, or something, she'd show him. Nevertheless, Razzy decided to start a swinging motion with legs and torso, to overcome the inertia and jump herself off the wall-remains. Now that people popped up all over the place all of a sudden, she felt some kind of need to engage in conversation and find out what's all the rage with these new faces showing up in Central. The remainders of this guys work just moments ago, luckily for him, didn't exactly catch her attention initially -thanks to rocks, ruins and rubble turning the place not all that managable visually-, otherwise she might just have freaked out on the spot.

Instead the redhead ironworker approached this guy straight on. With a given caution, nevertheless. "Hey stranger!" Now she definately had his attention. And also had stopped about a dozen meters away, so as to not allow for any immediate hostile actions. Never know who was poking round the remains of Central nowadays. But the "investigation" had already taken off, soon she'd maybe know more about at least one of the new kids around the block. For the moment, Raziah had even slightly forgotten about the person she saw in a distance just minutes prior to this guy.

Ronnie had actually seen the event go down and what had happened did catch her attention in ways a normal person would not even think of. She watched as the intestine hung on the barbed wire and watched as the guy who seemed to be responsible for the death of that man and watched as he collapsed suddenly. She figured it was some type of injury related to the sound she heard that was very familiar to her. She would know a gunshot anywhere. She had heard the girl say something but was unable to really pay attention to her until she actually saw her. She said nothing but kindof stared in interest. Saying nothing. Not that she was good at sneaking because she stumbled slightly over a rock and that did make a little noise. She winced. Why couldn't she just walk like a normal person?

"Hey stranger!"

She knew that language... She picked it up from Ronald, she figured. Or that old chimera friend of hers. What was it.... Amestrian? That sounded wrong to her, even though she were right. She watched all of this go down and only inched closer quickly but silently. She was curious to know if he was alright. Normally she wouldn't care and just move one, but what she just witnessed made her extremely curious about this person. What was it that they just did?

Wonderful. One of them jumped down from atop a wall and was now wandering closer. He heard her voice before he registered that maybe she was heading towards him. Looking up through sweaty bangs, his red eyes seared into her deep blue. "Yo!" Ten raised a bloodied hand and smiled ear to ear, forcing himself to stand upright and look completely okay. "What brings you to this side of town?" He paused a moment, recollecting his voice so it wouldn't shake with the pain he was currently experiencing. "It isn't undergoing development yet so it's a bit dangerous." He laughed it off and brushed at his shirt to straighten out the wrinkles. His head smeared over the blood, forcing the fabric to stick to his skin underneath. "I was just doing some painting. I'm an artist, you see..." His lie wasn't exactly blatant...and the remains behind him weren't exactly obvious... Either way, he doubted a normal Amestrian citizen after experiencing the hell of losing their home would say anything about the fact that there was a 'blown up' corpse hanging on the fence just yards from them. Plus, Ten enjoyed playing with people's minds, testing them, seeing if they would say something. Like: 'Oh, is that a dead body hanging behind you?' or 'Did...you kill him?' Why yes, the answer is YES. And oh how he reveled in that single, simple word that meant so much and yet so little in basic conversation. He wondered what this girl would do. He watched her, waiting, daring her to ask. Because what paint could ever be this red?

He felt the effects of the kill wearing off. He felt himself becoming lighter and it wasn't because his shirt was soaked with blood, but because he had accomplished a goal. His smile faded in thought and he found his attention waning from the girl and drifting easily to the sound of someone tripping nearby. His spine jolted with the realization that it had to be the other girl. He turned his head slowly and forced a cheery smile. He was cornered. So cornered he nearly wanted to run, but he felt all cynical urge lost with the wind. He planted his feet and prepared his fabulous acting skills. "Hey there. Seems to be a lot of people hovering about, not that that's a bad thing!" He shifted his gaze to the gunshot hole in his shirt that he was covering with one of his arms. UGH... it hurt so bad...it burned. His vision was getting foggier...just a little more. He had to get away from these girls... What was he going to do once he did though? Going to the hospital was dangerous. He was so screwed. But it was exciting. His eyes lit up, flickering from one girl to the next. "The name's Ten."

Ronnie didn't really pay attention to much speech but the last part did catch her attention. "The name's Ten" and Ronnie, very bluntly did step closer to him and simply state "Ten, I am Ronnie, and you got shot" she almost chuckled. Grinning all the while as she crossed her arms. She looked at the other girl and waved before recrossing her arms. She saw this male kill a guy and now she was getting to see him die... Maybe she should help, then again, Ronnie didn't know enough about anything medical to help. At all. Then again, we help? Watching people bleed out, oh what fun.

She looked back at where the man had been blown up. Hmm, she loved when things blew up. And people? Even better. She grinned. What a nice turn of events. She was here by a simple turn of chance. And she got to see that. She was excited now, this place could be interesting. Suddenly she looked at the sky quickly in a jerky motion then looked back at Ten, as if unsure if it was okay to look. She was cautious around this guy. No telling how he did what he did and she wanted to watch him to make sure it didn't happen to her. If she saw any sign of funny business she would have to shoot his brains out, and she was far too interested to want to do that right now.

So there he stood, tinted in red -at least partially- and being strange. Raz had not noticed the third person from earlier drawing closer to them, until she entered herself into the conversation. For some reason or the other, the third person, just now to be revealed as someone named "Ronnie", noticed first, that this Ten dude got shot. Even more strange to the craftswoman.
Regardless of his unusual visual appearance and the ever so strange overall situation in which the three had met, she felt the need to take on all of his speech, now that she had started the conversation. "Wouldn't the question be more, like, what brings you 'ere? Cause i been, like, livin' 'ere for quite a while already, so i know them residents of the area. And, lemme say t'is, you're, like, not one of 'em." Subconscious, Raziah took a firmer stand on the ground and crossed her arms in a sort-of-defensive manner.

"Your 'art' is, also, rather unusual, i'd, like, like to think that i'd kinda remember seeing somethin' like this around. Does it always, like, encompass the artist, so he looks like some kind of butcher?" If only she'd known at this point, that that keyword was propably way closer to the truth then any made up excuse about art could ever be, Razzy would propably have freaked out. She'd indeed seen some intense stuff around the ruins, not only from the explosions a while ago, but between people going against each other for sake of their own lives or wants. But a staight-out murder that ended with one person walking away smiling, that'd be an experience on it's own. But Ten was lucky, she had not yet seen any of the gory mess that would of have given him away, as the remains of body were hidden just behind the bridge of her nose until the girl would look around.

For the simple point of them both being strangers to "her place", Raz kept her defensive body language up for a bit longer, while they kept the conersation going slowly. "If you're, like, actually shot, i'd recommen' hittin' a doc soon. Last time i checked, bullets were, like, unhealthy." For a second, the thought of offering to introduce him to the doc around her settlement crossed the smithtesses mind. But she decided aginst it, for now. He's a stranger after all and we all know how good some people can act, almost worthy of a soap opera lead role.
Nonetheless, she had to stick with what was good and polite, so after they had introduced themselves, she'd have to do the same. "I'm Razzy, by the way. Kind of a big deal around these parts." This was for one, an implication not to mess with her, cause she had open favors with pretty much anyone in the settlement -and a horde of peasants with pitchforks is a force to be reckoned with-, but also an implication that she'd propably be one of the persons around here to go with, if one needed something.

Ronnie tried to listen as the girl talked but she was unable to keep focused on her speech. Mostly because that she was saying wasn't as random as Ronnie was thinking. But one thing did catch her interest a little.

"I'm Razzy, by the way. Kind of a big deal around these parts."

Hmmm, Ronnie thought. Big deal? She looked at the girl and tilted her head. She seemed a big young. Not like Ronnie thought her 25 was ancient but this girl just looked... young. Ronnie looked back at the bleeding guy then back at Razzy, examining her defensive body language. Well, she had to give the kid that, she knew a threat. Either that or she was just extremely full of herself. But if anything Ronnie found her attitude and such.... Amusing. She was not threatened by her and felt no need to kill her. She just found her amusing. And Ronnie didn't bother hiding the amused smile on her face.

"Well, Razzy, you say like a lot"

Ronnie felt the need to point out. She was simple when if came to conversation and most said things were just mere observations. Though these observations are partly what pointed out that Ronnie atleast did pay a little attention.

WIP >.< Ronnie you need to tell me when you post!