Annexation

YOU SEE AN EMPTY STREET. It's sidewalks are barren. It's parking meters have not been fed, their coin slots hunger for sustenance. It's a cold night in Washington DC, although you could not know that this is the location to which your eyes are currently engaged. Angry clouds are overhead with an angry ground underfoot. It has been used as a sponge for the polluted refuse of the clouds all weekend and now it has been force fed the water of the thousand cumulus nimbus clouds which block what little sunlight remains at this endarkened hour. A foot falls. Squish! SPLURT! An angry grass covered ground spits forth water as a booted foot comes crashing into it's surface, pushing downwards, being consumed by the small foliage and saturated soil. The foot is all you can see, it's master to whose will it bends remains unknown to you, outside of your field of vision. The foot digs further into the ground with its toes, the heel rises... Squish! SPLURT! SPLURT! Squish! Squish! SPLURT! SPLURT! Squish! Squish! SPLURT! Two feet fall many times, a man quickens his step to a brisk run from a standing position. Water splashes forth from each step as leather boot meets grassy earth. SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! The air is separated by something quick, something sharp, something deadly. We cannot see the effect but the result is quickly apparent as several limbs of a nearby hedge fall to the ground; severed. The wounded plant shards bounce off of the wet grass and settle at the base of of the plant which they had been a living, contributing, photosynthesizing part of. In time they will decay, rejoin the plant in the form of nutrients, and be sliced off once more; forever locked in a cycle of continuous death. "They're waiting for you..." "Then it's time?" The camera angle which had previously been settled solely on the booted feet of an unknown individual standing adjacent to a newly sheared plant now gives us another vision to feast upon. The camera angle pans upward to reveal the figure is indeed the Omega Sin, Doc Placebo. The TNT Champion is dressed in black leather boots, black slacks, a white dress shirt, white tie, and a dark gray overcoat. His clothing is glistening with light droplets of water. The is so thick with moisture from the endless volleys of thunderstorms tearing through the Washington DC Metro area that one could almost take a straw and slurp a sip of rain water from the air itself. He sheathes his killing edge, a Spanish rapier with slides effortlessly into an ornate metal sheath attached to his hip. ~Fin~