06-07-2007, 12:57 PM
Dolor marched down the sidewalk, his cane tucked under his arm as did. A plainsclothes cop bumped into him and blinked, looking up into Dolor's soulless black eyes.
"Y-you! Dolor Martinez! I have orders to take you in!" he stated, flashing his badge at him. Dolor raised an eyebrow at him before smirking slightly, reaching for his cane. He grasped the pistol-style grip firmly, prodding the cop in the chest.
"Is that so?" he said, resting the shaft of the cane in his opposite paw. Before the cop could even blink, the cane came apart, flashed through the air, and returned back together. A moment later, a bloddy gash appeared across the chest of the cop, and he slumped to the ground, dead.
"Damned if I'll let some lackey like you take me in..." he muttered, walking down the street, whistling and swinging his cane in a Charlie Chaplin manner.
"Y-you! Dolor Martinez! I have orders to take you in!" he stated, flashing his badge at him. Dolor raised an eyebrow at him before smirking slightly, reaching for his cane. He grasped the pistol-style grip firmly, prodding the cop in the chest.
"Is that so?" he said, resting the shaft of the cane in his opposite paw. Before the cop could even blink, the cane came apart, flashed through the air, and returned back together. A moment later, a bloddy gash appeared across the chest of the cop, and he slumped to the ground, dead.
"Damned if I'll let some lackey like you take me in..." he muttered, walking down the street, whistling and swinging his cane in a Charlie Chaplin manner.
