[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify] This entire situation had been a wreck from the start and for once, Bec Noir wasn't afraid to admit that. He thought that he had everything under control yet for some odd reason, it appeared as if he did not. He had been sent on a wild chase towards his goal and away from Bec Blance, who had been the pain of his existence ever since she came into play. Due to her always interfering with his plans, Bec Noir hardly ever got anything done no matter how hard he attempted to. It had grown frustrating over the months that had passed and finally, he had enough. He wasn't going to take anymore of this bullshit. The kids had to go, Bec Noir had to get rid of Bec Blanche, and he had to clear up this entire mess before it grew any further and screwed him up even more. How he would kill those kids, he had no idea. He only knew that he had to get rid of them in one way or another. Bec Noir was unaware of who might be joining him in this incredible feat yet if he was, he might be more confident in his approach. Then again, how much more confident could he get?
This was it. This was where he halted all of those stupid shenanigans and dealt with what had to be dealt with. No more stealing letters from a pointless messenger, no more beating the crap out of useless now ex-boyfriends, and no more formulating attacks that would most likely not work in the end. No, this was where he was going to end everything once and for all. Bec Noir wouldn't miss this, no matter what type of rush he had gotten from spilling the blood of useless heroes. He didn't care who they were at this point. He couldn't care less about what purpose they served. They just had to die one way or another and Bec Noir didn't care what it would take to get them to do so. Come on, they couldn't live forever.
It was a quiet day in the territory of LunarClan and Bec Noir had decided to take a stroll. Not really. He was waiting. Waiting for someone to notice him, perhaps? Waiting for someone to come? Bec Noir simply waited in the shadows, not bothering to keep ominous as usual and instead just standing there. Who was he waiting for? Anyone. Anyone who was involved, that was, though he had seven people to choose from so he doubted that he would miss out on any of them. What were the odds of that happening? [/fancypost]