Introduction to Kellen

[deannawol]

Right, new character mean trying to get a handle on the little piece of fluff in my brain who is sitting there smirking at me. So to help with this, alarielle, sora_ishida and violetsquirrel gave me some prompt words when I poked them... So... Kellen, who the hell are you?

Prompts:
1. Streetlight
2. Library
3. Jetliner
4. Accordion
5. Bowl
6. Blizzard
7. Mirage
8. Shoes
9. Watch
10. Bottle
11. Sheep
12. Ribcage
13. Hotel
14. Crutch
15. Consummate

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Prompt #3: Jetliner

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White hair whipped around his face as he leaned against the railing at the airport. This was as far as his fake id would get him without having to scan his dna. Course that would have shown him up for the fraud he was.

His hard features were set in a mask of uncaring as he stood, one foot resting back against the chicken wire as he watched the passengers board the Jetliner. He could still see her taking quick glances back in his direction.

He had said that he wanted her to go. Great opportunities, she said. He agreed, keeping his own opinions to himself. He didn't say the one word she wanted to hear. Just one word. He was a fool. She would have stayed if he had asked but she was slipping away from him.

He turned, not wanting to watch her final steps onto that plane and away from him. It wouldn't have worked, not with what he did for a living... But it would have been nice while it lasted.

Prompt #12: Ribcage

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The crack of a sternum breaking was one of the most distinctive sounds that he had ever heard. It wasn't like the simple sound of twigs breaking as accompanied most breaking bones. It was a much wetter sound.

Kellen stood with his heel in the depression that he had made in the other man's chest. His blue eyes, cold as steel, looked at his remaining opposition as temptered rage circulated through him.

He knew the kick was nothing more than a lucky strike but his opponents did not. He practically growled at the bunch of opportunists in front of him.

"Leave now!"

The implied "or else" went unspoken. The men looked around at each other, deciding what to do.

"5..." Kellen growled.

The men moved quickly almost piling over each other to escape. He didn't mind fighting but suicide wasn't his thing.

Prompt #1: Streetlight

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The car faded and brightened as it travelled under the streetlights along the side of the road. Kellen watched from his position on the roof. His normally free white hair was tied tightly into a ponytail revealing the scars running along the side of his ear. He hated to have that showing but it was worth it to keep his long, white hair under control.

He squinted as he lined up the shot. Hopefully it would be a clear shot. One round, straight through the windshield would take out the driver, bringing the car to a stop one way or other. Then he would simply cover his teammates as they did the closeup work.

A single trigger squeeze and the car went careening off the road into a fire hydrant. Water sprayed up. Kellen dropped his gaze from the scope, surveying the scene with his eye. His team moved in, taking advantage of the stunned state of the scene to drag their target out.

Movement caught his eye and he tracked it, pulling the scope to his eye again. Shit. They had the wrong target. He flicked a glance at his team members. They were frantically looking around for the true target.

Kellen cursed. His finger squeezed the trigger again, twice, quick succession. Plaster flew off the wall inches in front of the running man and drawing him to a stop. He hated it when they ran, made it much harder to deliver them in one piece.