[u]In Due Time[/u] [i]Five minutes.[/i] [i]That was how long Travis Chadwick Alexander had to live, at least according to his best friend, mentor, and love interest, Sarah Monroe Locke. About fifty-five minutes ago...she had let him live. She allowed the target...Quincy, she thought his name was...to remain alive, and thus she sacrificed Travis's life for his. It...it wasn't right. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he targeting Travis? Was it Due Time? It didn't matter. She had to make the final moments...memorable.[/i] [u]Dojoville, 6:25 PM[/u] "Damn, Sarah. Today's been...amazin'. Really." [i]A young man said quietly to a woman that sat silently next to him upon a metallic bench, his dark, messy hair tangled and long. The boy was probably nineteen or twenty years old, and stood at exactly six feet tall, as a white, buttoned shirt covered his thin, lean body. His eyes were a calm, deep brown, a slight smile upon his face as he recalled the events from earlier. Travis remembered it all, how could he not? Sarah asking for a date between the two of them, the fancy Italian that Sarah had picked out, and the time that they had spent walking down the streets of Dojoville, clasping each other's hands - it was a dream come true to the Stand User, really. Not for the young woman that sat next to him.[/i] "Yeah. Yeah, I guess." [i]One minute, she thought. Soon, he'd be here. Or nearby, she didn't know...and Travis would be dead. Sarah wiped away a bead of sweat that trailed down her pale face, her silver eyes looking panicky and nervous, as she began glancing everywhere that she could. The alleyways, corners, interiors of shops...was he here? Or nearby? She didn't know, she didn't want to know. If only she had followed through with her mission, if only she didn't show mercy to Quincy. This was...this was her punishment.[/i] "...Sarah, you've been acting sad for quite a bit...did something happen?" [i]Thirty seconds.[/i] "Everything's fine, Travis. I promise, I've just had a really bad morning. Okay?" [i]Twenty seconds.[/i] "Kk, sweety. Hey, be right back - gonna go use the bathroom." [i]Travis only winked at Sarah kindly, before he walked towards a public bathroom that was nearby. Humming as he entered the men's bathroom, Sarah began to hyperventilate slightly. Ten seconds...[/i] [i]Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.[/i] [i]And that's when she found herself lying on the ground, covered in the blood of Travis.[/i] [i]As Travis exited the men's bathroom after doing his business, he found the love of his life sitting in the exact same position, at the exact same place. He grinned happily - Sarah was perfect, at least to him. He strolled over calmly, about to mention something-[/i] [i]-Suddenly, he saw a flash of silver, as Hildegard - Sarah's Stand - suddenly lunged straight towards Travis, drawing it's sharpened rapier. Immediately, the muscular, tankish Stand that belonged to Travis - Due Time - appeared in front of him, grapping onto the needle-like blade and attempting to hold it in place. But...it wasn't any help. The needle slammed right through Due Time's hands, piercing the behemoth's cranium almost immediately. A hole appeared in Travis's forehead, as he fell to the dirt, blood oozing from the wound. Hildegard silently kneeled next to Travis, placing it's hand upon his chest as a white, spiritual essence escaped his body. He was killed instantly by the attack. And what it would do would ensure that. A purple flash of light, and the Stand and the dead body were gone - leaving Sarah standing, as she fell into a pool of blood that had been left behind. Slowly waking, Sarah found herself in the same situation that she had found herself in years ago...in a pool of blood, knowing that she had committed the murder... Civilians began yelling at the sight of the woman crying in the puddle of deep red blood, as authorities began to enter the area to investigate the situation. And, from some distance away... He had succeeded once again. Now, he had the capabilities of two Stands. By the end of this... He would be unstoppable.[/i] ((Open. Plot thang.))