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[Ilyse]

 

Chapter Three: Every Flavor of Murder

 

“I try to catch flies in cups and put them outside. After I wrote ‘The Underland Chronicles’…well, once you start naming cockroaches, you lose your edge.

 

-Suzanne Collins

 

Airplane to Haneda Airport

Somewhere Between Shengzhen and Tokyo

Time: 5:32

 

Given the fact that this was a commercial flight, Jonathan, Max, and Rudy were all placed in a Boeing 747, the toted “Queen of the Skies”, and overall a very remarkable wide-body aircraft. Of course, all three men, plus the now dozing Nicole, happened to have a row of four to themselves. The double aisles were once filled with people rushing to put their luggage up in the racks above their heads, but the plane has more or less fallen silent.

 

Prior to take off, it appeared that Nicole had a fear of flights, to the point where she had somehow managed to convince herself that she wasn’t in a plane, she was in a car; perhaps the barriers she had set up around herself was a good way to help make the lie more plausible. Either way, she was now fast asleep, breathing softly and rather peacefully, and the barrier made it impossible for anyone to get near her.

 

As Nicole continued to sleep in the seat between Max and Rudy, the other three men found it difficult to sleep. In the case of Jonathan, it seemed as if the stewardess had a lot of trouble going down the aisle on his side, given the unique appearance of the man, but it would seem that Jonathan had little care for that. Perhaps it was excitement for the upcoming “party”, but Jonathan didn’t see how he could possibly sleep for the last couple hours of the trip.

 

For Rudy, well, perhaps it was the fact that he was going to another country that excited him, and although he sat at the right end of a middle row, he kept on trying to look outside the window, meanwhile plotting a possible prank on Nicole the moment they landed – he will get back at her for shaving his beard.

 

It would seem Max was the only person in the plane that was either paranoid or alert enough to notice what he registered to be incredibly strange sounds: the sounds of something small, moving quickly between the seats, darting in the darkness to avoid detection, and with the sounds of this unknown creature came a voice, dripping with malice.

 

“Oh, it would seem as if Nesuferitu has found the new targets that the Master wants dead. I’m starting to salivate at the thought of all the bugs in my disposal crawling up all of your bleeding bodies. Where should I start from: the head? The toes?”

 

Max could only look around to see where the voice was coming from, unable to determine where exactly this assassin from the shadows was located. It called itself “Nesuferitu”, a word from the Romanian language akin to “the repugnant one”. Max put two and two together – most likely, the thing crawling around was something small, like an insect.

 

“Nesuferitu wants to know – what are all of your fears? Do you fear the spiders and their cobwebs? Do you fear the centipedes and their many legs? Do you fear the mantis and their ferocity? Or perhaps the cockroaches, who will keep on coming back, and back, and back-”

 

Max shook his head, and took a deep breath. He couldn’t even touch Nicole: the barrier around the sleeping magician was proof of that, and if he couldn’t wake her up, then chances are, this ‘Nesuferitu’ wouldn’t be able to reach her either. But it was then that both Rudy and Jonathan began to hear the voice too, and the two of them also began looking around for the source of the voice.

 

“Hide and seek thirty-thousand feet in the air, that’s a twist in the rules of a childhood game. Nesuferitu remembers there was a game somewhat similar to that…oh, yes. It was called ‘I, spy’. So, what do you spy? Do you spy the sleeping woman in your row, or the angry Chinese businessman five rows ahead, furious about learning the incompetency of a partner he had trust for so many years. Do you spy the darkness that is coming to devour you all, or the boy playing video games, off visiting his parents who lived overseas for several years, two rows behind you, to the left? Do you spy the killer who will end your adventures tonight, or do you spy the woman flying to Japan to visit her terminally-ill mother?”

 

It would seem as if the hidden figure wished to play a guessing game – it was unlikely that this voice was coming from a magical creature, so it was more likely a mage who uses magic outside of the Hermetic Theory, from one of the other right Traditions held within the Council of Nine. It would appear as if this figure was fairly arrogant in personality though – the “insect” voice delivered to each of the three men’s head didn’t give any hints to the gender, but it listed three potential people who could possibly be here to kill all four of them.

 

The clock is ticking.

 

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The Border of Moscow

Moscow, Russia

Time: 11:23

 

Meera frowned at the magicians who sat in the SUV with her. It seemed as if the red-haired woman was in thought for a moment, and then she reversed the vehicle, driving to what appeared to be a ramp that was going to the lower levels of the city.

 

As the SUV went past poorly-lit buildings and other such establishments, the underground parts of Moscow were beginning to slowly deteriorate in liveliness, and in just a matter of minutes, there were no more buildings, just a road that was clearly damp. The air conditioner in the car was shut off, and a little bit of the foul smell outside was beginning to waft in.

 

“A year ago, a man escaped from an asylum in Los Angeles, California. His name was Emil Jansen, but he preferred to go by Emir al-Jawar – it was something of a terrorist name for him, a title he used to get with extremist groups from the Middle East during the wars in Afghanistan and the guerrilla conflicts between the Turks and ISIS in Syria.”

 

Making yet another turn, Meera continued to drive drown the road, although she flipped on the headlights to reveal an even filthier path.

 

“For the past year, the world reported him as ‘Aleph’, a name I’m certain all of you are familiar with. The non-aware and non-magical market him as a one-man army waging war against the entire world, and it’s not too far from the truth.”

 

The path was long, tumultuous, and the filth felt almost unbearable to see and smell. While it didn’t bother those who were used to it, it was most definitely a new experience for someone like Draga, who was most certainly feeling the onsets of nausea from this most terrible car ride.

 

“Of course, the Thoth Covenant were looking for you three for quite a while – your mother contacted us when we reached out to her a little after we brought the news of your father’s death, Draga. For Marut, we traced you down from your father, a Croatian mage and a lover he had in Istanbul, and of course, the Thoth Covenant managed to follow Founder Quaesitor’s bloodline to you, Ecaterina.”

 

Meera took a turn to the left, and started driving up a ramp – the air began to clear up, and light spilled out from an exit above, where they ended up driving out into what appeared to be an empty lot, save for one building in the distance. Meera continued to drive there, quiet for a moment.

 

“That’s the gist of it, I guess. I hope that’s satisfactory, Princess?”

 

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Twentieth Floor of Grand Hyatt Hotel in Buckhead

Atlanta, Georgia

Time: 14:50

 

The phantom of Tristan de Clermont didn’t even blink after returning the knight’s salute to Minerva, and as her sword pierced its side, it silently looked at the sword that was now stuck in his body, its lifeless eyes staring at the magical blade. Slowly, it used its left arm and tightly gripped the blade with its armored hand, and pulled the blade out of its body – there was no blood on the steel, and after the sword was completely removed, there was no wound either.

 

Reaching above its head with its right arm, the phantom lifted a rather large two-handed sword, akin to the claymore, but using only one hand. While holding Minerva’s blade tightly in its left hand, the armored vision of the long-dead knight emitted a red glow from underneath the visor protecting its face, and it swung the claymore downwards onto Minerva, intent on cutting her in half if the mage didn’t release her blade.

 

It would seem as if the same could be said in Gideon’s case – after all, none of those hits were even registered as wounds on the body of Saigou Takanaga’s phantom. The samurai stared listlessly at Gideon, and sheathed its sword, bending its knees slightly as if entering the infamous iaidou stance. Indeed, it would appear it intended to cut Gideon in half through the midriff should he even attempt to come close like that again.

 

Both mages had to think about what the weaknesses of spectres were – the words of some books Minerva and Gideon had read within the estate had mentioned this before, but what were the weaknesses of the foes that stood in front of them?

 

“Aw, well, I certainly hope your friends find out where the ferryman’s bribe is within the bodies of the spectres; after all, what else binds their soul to this world except with a deal from Charon?”

 

Odette dodged those pebbles with ease, laughing as she did so. Odette had seemingly removed all of her clothes, and stood in the nude in front of Anabelle. Giggling, Odette walked into another room, a walk-in closet filled with numerous different clothes to combine together to make the perfect outfit for the occasion.

 

“I suppose you’re aware of the rampant terrorist ‘Aleph’, yes? Well, all this is for him, you know: sleeping with all those men, women, and mages. Honestly, I hate this sort of business, but I would do anything for that man – he has captured all of me, and he made me understand what the world truly is.”

 

Anabelle began to walk forward, intent on touching Odette as the woman changed, to shock her, paralyze her, but something stopped her from moving forward even a single step. Odette Lyons stepped out, dressed in dark jeans and a white blouse, the medallion she had taken out of Anabelle’s body around her neck. Odette walked away from the frozen Anabelle, opening one of the windows that lead to the outside balcony.

 

“It really was fun, Anabelle, but I must say this: when we meet again, you will lose again, and again, and again. So if you don’t want to keep on failing, I suggest you don’t look for me. Ciao.”

 

With a wink, Odette leaned against the railings of the balcony with her back, the wind playing furiously with her blonde hair. The woman then pushed herself off from the floor with her feet, and Odette plummeted from the balcony, gone from Anabelle’s sight – but she was not dead, she had just left, to return to the side of Aleph.

 

The enchantments, without its caster nearby, all disappeared, and the suite became a normal room once more. There was nothing that would help Anabelle find Odette anymore, but the noises outside the room meant the spectres were still fighting Minerva and Gideon – and they might need a third set of hands to win, as well as information of the spectres’ weaknesses.

 

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Hopital Espanol

Tangier, Morocco

Time: 17:45

 

As Alfred reached the front entrance of the hotel, the building seemingly void of people he reached for the handle of the door – except there was no handle. Pushing against the door, Alfred found it wouldn’t budge, and soon, the door melted itself over, becoming another wall in the hospital.

 

“Ya know, doc, the moment we met, you were already placed under my suggestions.”

 

Alfred quickly turned around to see the smiling Simon Hedegaard, cigarette still in mouth except his hat was on his head. Blowing out a smoke, Simon chuckled before flicking the cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray.

 

“Right now, you’re laying still against your chair, your head lolled back, and might I add, you drool when you sleep, doc.”

 

Laughing as if he made the funniest joke in the world, Simon shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. Alfred shook his head, fear filling him up: this murderer somehow had him trapped in a dream, a hallucination caused by some psychedelic substance from the cigarette – this can’t be magic.

 

“Ya know, the more you try to deny it, the harder it’s going to get for you to finally accept it when the time comes. Think with a clear head, and if that’s enough, if you’re the sort of person that’s all about ‘seein’ is believen’’, then here.”

 

Reaching into his coat, Simon tossed something on the floor, and as it slid close to Alfred’s feet, the doctor saw a silver firearm, the surface smooth yet cold.

 

“Can always shoot me and see if the dream ends, no?”

[Darkoda]

Anabelle

Parting is such sweet sorrow

 

Ah, this was starting to become a familiar occurrence. Before she could get two steps in, once again she was completely paralysed; at least this time she was standing up and could still talk. “Ah, so you’re with that guy. Aww, such a shame, but it is what it is. Until we meet again Odette.”

 

Her escort was gone, and she was left with more questions than answers but the time to reminisce would come later; she had two far too amusing people to go bail out before they got hurt or worse, got the idea that they needed to save her. That was far too backwards for her to leave be! With Odette gone at least she could open the doors just fine, and after restocking with a few more knives, she opened the door to her two buddies still with those spectres.

 

Given the situation, she chose to act first, flicking two butter knives at each ghost. Given that said knives had enough of a charge that they were also literally sparking, Minerva and Gideon should be quite aware of what was coming when those knives came into contact with anything at all; if they got lucky, the explosion would send enough electricity through them to melt the coins and save them some trouble (and cement her badass status but that was neither here nor there).

 

“The only way those two are going anywhere is if you do something about the coins anchoring their spirits. I’ll accept a trip with at least you Minerva to a beach of my choosing with you wearing the popular swimwear to be suitable payment.” It was so hard to get her out of that mansion nowadays.

[Chizzy]

 

[Michael Santos]

 

The hairs on the back of Mikey's neck stuck out as the hooded man took several heavy steps toward him. An unshakable feeling began overtaking the gray-haired boy. Just who the heck was this guy? A malicious presence could be perceived emanating from the mysterious man. Mikey didn't have a good feeling about this. The pressure given off was like wading through neck deep water.

 

Unconsciously taking a step back, Mikey warily called out to the hooded figure, "Who are you...?"

 

He then slowly balled his hands up into a fist. This guy was dangerous; he needed to be prepared for the worst.

Edited by dudeitzmeh, 04 February 2015 - 07:56 PM.

[I-Am-X]

The Abandoned Cave

Unknown City, Unknown Country

Time: Unknown

 

Evangeline Strauss

"Hex"

 

 

With a jolt, Eva's body shot up when the man started yelling. In a fit of anger slammed his phone down and marched off, completely ignoring her and the others. It was bizarre to say the least. Why go through all the effort to kidnap them and bring them to this cave if he was just going to walk off like that? Confident that none of us will get far if we did escape? Or was he simply blinded by anger to where we didn't exist anymore? Whatever the case, this was their chance and she certainly wasn't going to let this pass her by.

 

Though, regardless of what it may appear at the moment, the fact was that there was only way out and involves following the one that brought them here in the first place. With the man finally leaving the cave, she took the time to speed up and finish removing the binds along with removing the tape from her mouth. Once they all removed their bindings, everyone gathered together and remained quiet and out of sight until the man moved further away.

 

With the man gone, Eva remained still as to decide what her next move would be but apparently someone else already made up their mind. The black man who was sing- I mean, screaming, decided to follow the man. While it was indeed an insane thing to do but while it may seem smarter to possibly set an ambush in the cave, there's no telling if even that would succeed. If they were doomed anyway, might as well try to get the drop on him and/or potentially see what he's up to do. Decisions, Decisions.

 

Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to follow the man following the man. All I have are rusty scalpels but they'll have to do. Eva made sure to pick up 3 more, bringing her total to 5. They weren't throwing daggers but hell, better than nothing.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Minerva Fairchild

 

Pandora's Box

 

With grim satisfaction, the blade dug deep into the armpit of the Knight, and what occurred next, Minerva couldn't possibly expect. The Knight did not falter as her crystalline blue eyes widened in horror. He instead seized hold of her blade, stubbornly with defiant strength; and then raised his longsword on high with every intention of bringing it down upon her skull. There was no choice, she had to release her sword. Diving to the side as the sword came crashing down in a thunderous blow against the floor, Minerva darted in this time and seized her blade again, yanking it out of his armpit before retreating swiftly a few steps out of his range.

 

The Knight however, did not relent.

 

He surged forward, charging the saber-wielding girl with the skill and practice of hundreds of battles. With a relentless attack as she blocked and parried time and time again with relative ease. Where he had endurance, she had speed and skill. With her arrogance in such a thought however, surprise suddenly caught a glancing blow of a gauntlet across her cheek. For a split second, her world spun, and that split second was all that he needed.

 

With a wide, harrowingly powerful swing, he struck the Magi.

 

She however, still managed to get the blade in the way in time. Yet the force was enough to slam her, and her lesser weight into the wall. A grunt of sharply exhaled air suddenly accompanied a cry of pain as the sword dug a wound into her shoulder. There, the tension remained as swords remained crossed, until Minerva's foot shot forward and impacted his abdomen. It was obviously not enough to injure him, but it held enough force to send him stumbling back.

 

Swiftly putting pressure on her sword arm to stem the steady flow of crimson and iron from her arm, Minerva tensed suddenly to the sound of footsteps to the rear.

 

Tilting her gaze, she caught the return of Annabelle, who instead came forward with a new spot of information. And then she realized it, a red glower behind the facemask of the Knight. The will of another imposed upon a soul that was long dead. Tightening her grip at the very thought of it and how despicable notion it truly was to bring back the dead, Minerva released the pressure on her shoulder, wincing as new pain bitterly stung while she focused on her new objective.

 

"I am not going to wear a Yellow Bikini this time, but a deal is a deal. I suppose."

 

Gritting her teeth, the Magus surged forward again. Swiftly shifting to the side to avoid an oncoming thrust of the Knight's weapon, the point of Durendal surged forward with malicious and mind-boggling speed. Her target, as the world about her moved seemingly so slowly, was the red glower behind his facemask. The coin that was placed upon the face of those who needed to pay the toll to cross the river Styx.

[Ilyse]

 

Chapter Three: Every Flavor of Murder

 

“A sociopath is one who sees others as impersonal objects to be manipulated to fulfill their own narcissistic needs without any regard for the hurtful consequences of their selfish actions.”

 

-R. Alan Woods,

The Journey Is The Destination: A Book of Quotes With Commentaries

 

Empty School

Paris, France

Time: 16:10

 

The hooded man stopped walking right a few feet in front of Michael. Alaina held her breath, with panic beginning to set in her heart. Since she was a child, Alaina had been able to tell the overall characters of certain people just by looking at them, and it wasn’t until much later that she realized these “certain people” were just like her – disconnected from the ordinary. The hooded man that stood in front of Michael was twisted; it was as if he didn’t care for anything else but his own amusement.

 

Michael still could not see the man’s eyes, but he did notice something now that the man was much closer to him: a Glasgow smile, the remnants of when a blade had cut into this man’s check and left scars giving him a “permanent smile”. But it was when the hooded man actually smiled that made the scars look that much more frightening, and Michael instinctively took a step back.

 

It was then that the hooded man removed his right arm from his pocket and shot it upwards into an uppercut, except it was not a hand that was flying straight for Michael’s chin, but something like a blade. Michael managed to lean backwards, barely avoiding the blade as it tore into his shirt, leaving it ripped although Michael managed to avoid getting wounded.

 

The man swung his arm back, revealing something like a raptorial arm: a long limb lined with a bunch of blades, similar to a fork with more teeth than the typical three and four. Lifting his right arm once more, the man kicked off the ground and literally flew towards Michael, swinging the appendage once more, causing Michael to duck as the arm tore through the lockers and the walls that stood on both sides of the hallway.

 

Michael ended up falling on his rear, and he tried to back away from the man, who approached rather menacingly with his arm raised up. Alaina moved forward to try and help, but it was then that she saw a strange color emanating from Michael’s body – a color of power, the golden color of the magician.

 

Michael felt newfound energy spill into his body, and it was as if his body was acting on instinct rather than on thought. He rolled away from the striking appendage, and then standing up several yards away, Michael lifted his right palm forward, the words in his head. He knew what must be said. He knew what will be done.

 

This was magic. This was power.

[Nualie]

Abandoned Cave

Unknown City, Unknown Country

Time: Unknown

 

Laura

 

 

Laura watched Murdy getting annoyed at his phone.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t pick up the fucking merchandise until tonight? What kind of incompetent trafficker misses his own fucking deadline? Look, I may not be the most professional worker in this business, but I get bored super quick, so you’re going to have to listen to my deadline: five fucking minutes, you get it?”

 

Trafficker? Wait. Did he just say five minutes?

That's bad. We're going to end up with two people to fight against! 

Are we the merchandise? Dammit. I that guy some kind of human trafficker?

The other guy shall be... Phony. Is it even a guy though.

 

He walked away, not caring at all about them, and Blackie put a dirty blanket on the woman's remains. Laura couldn't see him clearly, but he seemed totally blind with anger.

I hope he doesn't do anything stupid.

They waited for the man to go away. Blackie then put a finger on his mouth, and proceeded to discretely follow the man.

Onee-san - who looked younger that what Laura initially thought - hesitated, before picking up some blades and follow him.

Only the kids remained. 

"At this point we don't really have a choice. We have to stay as a group, otherwise we'll just be easy preys. Pick a blade just in case, okay?  I'm Laura."

Upon Whitie's confused look, she realized she spoke in french, and that he may not have understood her. She quickly repeated her words in english and in german.

He seemed to get what she meant at last.

She then picked up another couple of not-that-rusty blades that she kept in her hands, and not looking whether or not he followed her, proceeded to catch up to the other two.

Hmm. Are we even still in France? We have to get out of this mess real quick.

 

[Wasted]

Yvette van Rooyen

The Trouble

 

It seemed the man's assistant was more focused on the task on hand, which was on one hand fine with Yvette since it involved her not being raped, but on the other hand it involved her being killed immediately without any chance to fight back. Her whole body went ice cold with fear as the man leveled the gun at her head. Suddenly her idea of tracking down a secretive illegal ring of lawyers, no matter how potentially lucrative, seemed a very stupid and foolish idea as she stared down nine millimeters of metal. Looking into his eyes she saw the intent there. She was as good as dead and for the first time her fear truly shone through.

 

He liked it. She could see it in his expression, he enjoyed her fear, maybe too much. Looking down she noticed with disgust that the fucker had a hard on. What kind of sick fuck got off on killing defenseless women. Like that Yvette's fear turned to rage and loathing. Even if she died her she wouldn't give this piece of shit what he wanted, her expression of fear turned to one of defiance as she prepared to spit at the man's face.

 

Before she was able however he turned to his partner and shot him in both shoulders.

 

“Sorry, Lee, but I intend to enjoy myself with this one. It’d be an opportunity that I absolutely can’t miss, given that she’s everything I ever wanted to bang. So sorry, buddy, but you -So you stay right there while I go balls deep into this lawyer – it’d be like free porn to watch.””

 

The man tossed his gun aside and proceeded to drag and toss Yvette onto the other side of the room. His rough handling of her loosened her bonds to the point where she might be able to slip free. She began squirming, disguising the motion as her trying to put distance between herself and the advancing rapist.

 

“Now then, you’re going to hate this in the beginning, but by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more.”

 

She sneered at him as he advanced, on top of her now and lowering himself down, but he seemed to enjoy the defiance. His hands came down on her again, brushing the swell of her breasts and running the other up her inner thigh. Inside she was screaming. Yvette van Rooyen did the fucking, she didn't get fucked. She was baas (boss), she was in charge, she was in control!

 

Her hands came free and she immediately lunged at the man. They might have taken her taser and pepperspray, but they hadn't deprived her of a women's more natural defense. Yvette's manicured nails were trimmed to long razor sharp points and she used her one hand to dig at the man's eyes, making sure she got in nice and deep. Her other hand shot out towards his crotch to grab the balls and crush them like grapes. She'd see this fucker writhing before her then he'd know just how badly he'd fucked up.

 

As she lunged however she heard shots ring out, whether they were directed at the man or at her she didn't know or care. All she was focus on was scratching his eyes out and unmanning him.

Edited by Wasted, 01 February 2015 - 05:19 PM.

[Mors]

Christian Dior

 

For a while, Christian had wanted to visit Japan. This would coincidentally match with the time since he had heard about the existence of the fabled "BL". Eventually, after weeks of pestering and tantrums, his manager scheduled a concert for him in Tokyo. Christian needed a disguise but...Otome Road awaited him!

 

It turned out, the beautiful man had honeypotted him. He spent enough time with his father to know - these other dickheads in the conference room were mages. There was food and drink available to him, but Christian wasn't much in the mood. The blonde one...Fred-something rather, was giving him funny looks so Christian glared back at him in retaliation. 

 

The final straw was when some bitch spilled something on his very expensive pair of pants.

 

"Screw you guys I'm going home," Christian was about to make for the door, but the weird blondie hit the rude woman with a chair. Perhaps he could stick around a little longer to watch...

Edited by Mors, 01 February 2015 - 09:35 PM.

[Ilyse]

 

Chapter Three: Every Flavor of Murder

 

“The fight for justice against corruption is never easy. It never has been and never will be. It exacts a toll on our self, our families, our friends, and especially our children. In the end, I believe, as in my case, the price we pay is well worth holding on to our dignity.”

 

-Frank Serpico

 

Marduk Covenant Temple

Tokyo, Japan

Time: 18:50

 

Takeda drank from what appeared to be a gigantic goblet, much like what appeared in the novel of some fantasy series involving a bespectacled boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. After placing the goblet down, Takeda looked at the chaos that appeared right in front of him. Sighing happily, he leaned back on his chair. This was the environment he wanted – the sorcerer’s environment.

 

A rose-colored woman roughly pushed Christian away from the door, taking quick steps towards the relaxing Takeda. Christian felt that woman looked familiar, and his suspicions were confirmed when Takeda looked up at the woman’s furious face, and smiled.

 

“Ahoy, Koshima! How goes?”

 

With a roar for blood, Koshima kicked the chair out from under Takeda, and as the poor man flew into the air, she grabbed him by the head and began slamming him into the ground. All activities stopped as they saw the scar-faced woman wearing the Imperial uniform of the Emperor of Japan basically brutalize who was supposed to be her boss. In between each words, Koshima slammed Takeda’s head back into the growing dent in the floor.

 

Spoiler

 

“You were supposed to be a leader of a proper and organized covenant, you idiot!”

 

Taking a deep breath, Koshima stood up, leaving Takeda a bloody mess on the floor. Running her hair back with her gloved hand, Koshima definitely had the same face, although the scar wasn’t present before – perhaps make-up hid it to not mar her face when she tried to bring Christian over to Tokyo? Turning to face the silent crowd, she bowed respectfully.

 

“I apologize for the idiocy of our leader here, but he really is a talented mage of the Bonisagus organization. I am Koshima, his attendant.”

 

As she rose once more, she smiled at all of them, and if they had forgotten about the earlier outburst, she had a very beautiful face, even with the scar that cut across her nose. Koshima picked up the unconscious Takeda and threw him over her shoulder, shouting some orders in Japanese to the other servants, and they left in a rush.

 

“I am going to take this idiot to the infirmary, the rest of you should have a slip of paper in your pockets – they have a floor and a room number, so get to it: you shall be meeting your mentors.”

 

And with that, Koshima left the now destroyed dining room, leaving everyone in silence. With this, the only thing the four mages present could do was check their pockets to find an envelope, and inside the envelope were the directions, as well as a name that could be assumed to be the name of their respective mentors. Without another word to each other, and knowing that it was probably difficult to leave this place, the four silently decided to at least see these “mentors”.

 

Frederico Fulc-Este: Floor 3, Room 315 – Mister Eric Abramson

 

Spoiler

 

Omer Bazan: Floor 2, Room 202 – Mistress Alicia Baker

 

Spoiler

 

Christian Dior: Floor 4, Room 408 – Mistress Yukina Inoue

 

Spoiler

 

Jamie Hawgood: Floor 1, Room 112 – Mistress Brynja Hagen

 

Spoiler

 

The room of Eric Abramson, the magi representative of House Mercere, lived in a simple room, and he was a relatively simple man. A simple bed, a simple desk, and absolutely no decorations – he only seemed to wear dark-colored suits, appropriate for most work occasions, and his personality was rather straightforward and to the point. However, he wouldn’t open the door for you, and instead say that you should just come in.

 

The room of Alicia Baker, the magi representative of House Bjornaer, was much more different in comparison, a room basically filled with pillows. Alicia Baker was an accomplished magi, but also an incredibly lazy woman – she dislikes having to make her own bed, so she turned her entire room into a room filled with pillows, of all colors and sizes. More or so likely, at any point of the day, if Alicia is not out doing work, she will be found sleeping here, and unfortunately, she’s a very heavy sleeper. Thank god the door is still unlocked.

 

The room of Yukina Inoue, the magi representative of House Merinita was loud. The music that left the room was different every day, from Korean pop to European death metal. Inside the room itself was a bunch of exercise equipment, and the equipment itself would even change by the weeks. It was evident that Yukina was an exercise freak, and she was on the treadmill now, having been on the machine for around two hours now. Her door is also left unlocked.

 

The room of Brynja Hagen, the magi representative of House Flambeau, was set up much like an office. The couch in the room had a pillow and a blanket, clearly the bed of the ever-studious mage, who could be found sitting at her desk, toiling away at some different medical or magical work. However, Byrnja was aware enough of knowing when she has a visitor, and she will put her cigarette in the ashtray and walk across the room to let her guest in with a smile and a hug.

 

___________________

 

Gang Hideout

Johannesburg, South Africa

Time: 11:18

 

As Yvette struggled against Manny’s attempt of sexual assault, the gangster was wincing and grunting from the fight. He didn’t mind it a little rough, but when she squeezed his balls, he raised his fist above his head, prepared to knock the bitch out.

 

But he heard gunshots, and an unfamiliar coldness from within his body began to take over, spilling out from the center of his chest. Looking down, he could see the growing bloodstain on his shirt, with the blood dripping onto the now shocked face of the lawyer he was attempting to rape. Coughing, Manny fell backwards, and looked back at Lee, who held the firearm in his supposedly incapacitated arms, although the grip looked shaky. Lee had fired eight shots, but the pistol had ten bullets.

 

“Lee…you bastard…”

 

Blood began to fill Manny’s lungs, and the threats got caught in his throat. Lee stared at the scared and angry expression on Manny’s face, before he managed to fire the last bullet, striking the gangster between the eyes, and Manny collapsed on the floor right next to Yvette, a pool of blood growing underneath his lifeless form.

 

The gun fell right out of Lee’s hand, and clattered on the floor as the wounded man fell backwards against the wall, sliding downwards while leaving a trail of blood. Noises could be heard from the floor below, which would presumably be gangsters checking up on the sounds above – it only took one bullet to execute a person, not nine.

 

Yvette and Lee both looked at the gun, both taking deep breaths. It was going to lead into one of these scenarios: one of them will take the gun and kill the other, or both of them will spare the other and think of a way to get out of this situation. Regardless, time wasn’t going to be on their side – the gangsters will probably be up in the room in a couple of minutes, and while both Yvette and Lee could leap out the window to the trash-bag filled dumpster below, it was a matter of choice between two people who most definitely did not meet in the best of terms.

[Imnostrong]

Abandoned Cave
Unknown City, Unknown Country
Time: Unknown
 
After freeing himself Iam go to the nearest girl in the room, when he get closed enough, she whispered something...
 
"Hey, allez libérer l'autre fille. Je arrive à me libérer seul maintenant. Ne perdez pas de temps."
 
all while pointing his head to the other girl in the room...
 
French?
 
but with her body language, Iam could summarize her message..
 
Go there and free the other girl first, huh? okay then...
 
Without arguing he set his sight to the other girl..
 
but just when he was about to go to her, she shook her head implying that she didn't want me to go there....
 I really don't understand Girls.. don't they usually want a prince charming to save and rescue them at times like these?
or maybe the book...
 
yeah it must be the book that i read was a pure-fiction.
 
After all this time i was still fooled by my parents
 
Should have bought the book myself, never thought that those idiotic parents would do so much as to feed me with false information.
 
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t pick up the fucking merchandise until tonight? What kind of incompetent trafficker misses his own fucking deadline? Look, I may not be the most professional worker in this business, but I get bored super quick, so you’re going to have to listen to my deadline: five fucking minutes, you get it?”
 
The man in the darkness threw the phone down onto the ground, causing the screen to crack. Holding his face in his hands, he turned around, shaking his head with incredible frustration. In fact, he was so frustrated that he kept on walking, past the hostages that had clearly been cutting themselves out of their bindings, and the man continued down the pathway, retreating into the darkness to vent out his anger elsewhere.
 Shock and dumbfounded Iam didn't move an inch while everything happened..... 
WHAT THE!!??
 He just.... walk through us without a glance?? he certainly is not [the most professional] around here  
no [professional] kidnapper would lay so many disposed scalpel around and not even look at the merchandise when he's going out.
 
but then again there's no need to think about it..
Or Wait maybe this is some kind of trap? intending to drop our guard down and ambush us when we least expected him?
while lost in his thoughts... the black man started to move.
 
he is moving towards them.
 
when their eyes meet, he put his index finger over his mouth.
 
and then following the man down to the pathway into the darkness...
 
??
 
and after a while one of the girls - the one that mouth was taped- go to the same directions as the black man.
 
while holding some of disposed scalpel in her hands.
 
???
 no wait.. it could be a trap....  
he want to say that, but he didn't want to let his voice out.
 
the kidnapper might heard him and realize that he has been tailed by two of his merchandise.
 
while he was lost in thoughts the other girl whispered..
 
"À ce stade, on a plus vraiment le choix. Il faut qu'on reste groupés, ou on sera des proies faciles. Prends une lame au cas où. Je m'appelle Laura."
 
Iam couldn't helped but to let out a confused look.
 
he want to say that he didn't know what she's saying, but just as if she can read her mind, she repeat herself
 
in English
 
"At this point we don't really have a choice. We have to stay as a group, otherwise we'll just be easy preys. Pick a blade just in case, okay?  I'm Laura."
 
and German
 
"An dieser Stelle haben wir wirklich keine Wahl. Wir müssen gruppiert bleiben, oder wir werden leichten Beute sein. Nehmen Sie ein Messer bei. Ich heisse Laura."
 
then she picked up some of the disposed blade and then follow the other two.
 
 am i the only one who is suspicious about everything here?
Everything look like it was staged very perfectly.
​ this is going to give me a migraine.. and i hate it.....
Ah the hell with it...
It can't be worse than living with my parents..
.....
 
....
 
..
 
I hope not......
 
while having those thought he picked up a rusty scalpel
 
If he's not die because of the wound, he would at least get an infection out of this..
 
 
 
and then he began to follow his other fellow kidnapee.
 
Into the dark pathways

Edited by imnosaint, 02 February 2015 - 07:30 PM.

[Jod]

I Saw Her Standing There - Tokyo

The piece of paper was surprisingly innocent. It didnt ask for him to murder a person in the room. Nor did it ask him to perform some deeply disturbing satanic ritual. All it told him to do was go to room 202 and introduce himself to his so called mentor.

Well nows a good time as any to run a way I guess , he thought. But then why I do I get this urge keep going deeper down the rabbit hole. They havn't really hurt me or anything, only each other. Which is fine by me. Heh maybe this is the local chapter of the Fight club. Which still begs the question, why me of all people, LOL.

 

It didnt take Omer long to realize that he really didnt want to run away. He would already have been running the heck away, instead of calmly monologuing. Armed with new resolve, he made his way to the room.

 

The room was a pleasant surprise, its decor meshed well with Omer. There was never such a thing as too many pillows and the room was a living testament to that fact. He would have thrown himself into their loving embrace, if he had not noticed the lady in white.

Her name was Alicia Baker, and by all the gods above and below, she was one hot babe. Omer had enough self awareness to feel his jaw slowly drop, he had enough self control to snap it shut.
It seemed like it was an absolutely excellent choice to go with his gut. He would reward it with an excellent cup of coffee later on. But now it was time to keep his wits about him.

"G..Good evening, umm Alicia?. Really nice room you got here, why dont you tell me why I'm her. Maybe over a nice cup of coffee, my treat of course!" He said. Omer scanned the room for hints of a kitchen. He had to make a big impact, and the only way he knew how was via a mean cup o joe. He'd use his special technique send her to heaven and back, after  that well... He had no idea, but his gut hadnt failed him yet...

Edited by I AM HE, 02 February 2015 - 08:39 PM.

[Ilyse]

 

Chapter Three: Every Flavor of Murder

 

“No matter what chains are broken, slavery is a condition of the heart.”

 

-Marquita Burke-DeJesus, Radically Ordinary

 

Dark Tunnel

Unknown City, Unknown Country

Time: Unknown

 

They called him the “Mad Pervert” for his business. He, the great Mark Brando, was known to all of his customers as a sexual deviant. Mark wasn’t one to touch his own material – indeed, if he ever wanted to enjoy the body of another, he’d simply pay for a hooker and then move on. No commitments, just cash in hand for whatever activity he wishes to do.

 

But all of those fucks. All of those fucks. All of those fucks.

 

Mark didn’t understand what it meant to be insane. He was simply trying to make end’s meet the best he could – so why couldn’t people understand that? He got the merchandise – an African-American young man, a French schoolgirl, a German female, and a small traveling boy.

 

And yet, this client, this Aleph, seemingly mocked him over the phone, telling him that his time was to be spent waiting. The fucking clients don’t make the providers wait, they set a spot and the transaction is done.

 

I don’t care what kind of agenda that fuck has in his mind, I’m going to kill him when he picks up the kids.

 

The walls began to turn red in Mark’s vision, and he let out a loud laugh, bellowing out throughout all the halls, startling the four captives as they slowly followed their kidnapper to what was hopefully the exit. Removing another scalpel from his coat pocket, Mark began to dance around on the spot, humming the aria from Bach’s Goldberg Variations. Swinging the blade in the air, Mark continued on down the tunnel that seemingly had no end.

 

“The head is cut, the arm is cut, the fingers are cut one by one!”

 

Back in the space where the captives were held, something was beginning to awaken. From the floor, worm-like beings began to burrow out from under the ground, and upon smelling the head of the decapitated woman, they rushed towards their first meal in a very long time. It only took a minute for the remains to be eaten, blanket included. Smelling the scent of the woman’s blood down the tunnels, the blood worms began to travel towards the Mad Pervert, and the captives stood in between. The rumble of the tunnel signified the coming of something dangerous, but should they reveal themselves to the kidnapper while attempting to run away from whatever was coming from behind? Or perhaps the only option is to try and find a hiding spot, but even though the cavern was filled with rocks, the sound coming from within the darkness was coming from a wave of monsters looking for blood, and there was no guarantee hiding behind a rock away from the blood worms would prevent them from being caught in the onslaught.

 

There is only a few seconds left before the blood worms arrive, and already, the captives could see the monsters rushing towards them from the darkness of the cave, as Mark Brando continued to dance and hum, singing very now and then, unaware of incoming danger.

[Johnny Paradise]

Max -- On a Plane

 

Max enjoyed flights, mostly because he was waited on by flight attendants and he enjoyed the role reversal. He treated them respectfully and pleasantly, and even made sure to thank them for a job well done whenever the opportunity arrived. He wondered if one day someone might be grateful for the work he did. He knew no one would be. This thought soured his mood, and he glared daggers at Jonathan. And the other 2 that were with him--he didn't know who they were, but if they were a part of Jonathan's family, he was not fond of them. Some might go so far as to say he hated them.

 

Worsening his mood even further, he became aware of a strange noise. He looked around and saw nothing; none of his companions seemed to notice anything either. Everything was probably fine, then, right?

 

No, of course it wasn't. As if these buffoons would ever be of any help.

 

Some insect was threatening him. Unfortunately for this worthless villain, Max was used to dealing with insects. They called themselves the Ex Miscellanea. He had three options: a woman, a young boy, and a businessman. One of them planned to kill him. Max honestly doubted the effectiveness of this murder plot, because he had a tenacious will to live that could not be overcome by these low-class thug types, but the thought that someone wanted him hurt after all the suffered he had been put through was annoying. Obnoxious. Tiresome.

 

He sighed.

 

"I don't know which one you are. I genuinely don't care." Max took a coin from his pocket and flipped it. Tails. Not the woman. He flipped it again. Heads. Not the businessman. "I spy with my little eye an annoying pissant. The boy behind me."

[Chizzy]

 

[Michael Santos]

 

Sweat beads began to form on Mikey's head as he leaned back -- narrowly avoiding -- the hooded man's vicious strike. He was lucky. His shirt... not so much. It was his favorite shirt too. Sadly, there was no time to complain, as the menacing man proceeded to fly towards him, lunging forward and thrusting his blade-covered arm straight for Mikey. The boy swiftly ducked, resulting in the lockers behind him to get completely destroyed.

 

...Close!

 

He barely managed to dodge the second attack. To be honest, he wasn't sure how long he could keep this up. The guy he was up against was a monster. Where the heck did he come from? And why was he trying to kill him? Not to mention Mikey had fallen on his rear due to awkward landing. The current situation was not looking good. Mikey immediately tried kicking his feet forward to send himself backwards but it was no use. The hostile figure was approaching too quickly; arm raised and ready to bash. He could now see the various blades in greater detail. 

 

*Gulp*

 

Think!  There had to be something he could do. His eyes expeditiously scanned his surroundings. Damn it!  There was nothing.

 

Just when all seemed lost it was at this very moment that Mikey felt something warm. A strange color began flowing from his body. -- a color of power, the golden color of the magician.

 

And for some inexplicable reason, the young boy knew exactly what to do. Swiftly rolling to the side, he effortlessly fought shy of the hooded figure's third strike.

 

Now standing several yards away, Michael glared at his adversary. A look of fiery determination blazed through his eyes. The mage lifted his right palm forward. 

 

"Ze...phyr!"

 

Closing his open hand into a fist instantaneously shot forward a powerful gust of wind all around him.

Edited by dudeitzmeh, 03 February 2015 - 08:43 PM.

[SliceAndDice]

 

 

Gideon's teeth ground together in frustration as his strikes all went through, and hit nothing. Simply passed through empty air. But the samurai, for all his imposition, did not respond. With all the poise one might expect from a member of the de facto warrior class, he simply kneeled and prepared his sword for an Iai strike. It seemed he was daring Gideon to strike at him, but how could he do so without inviting certain death?

 

His quandary was evaporated by the arrival of Annabel, who hurled some of her electrified knives toward the ghosts and announced some vital intel; the spectres were being powered by mystical coins held inside of their armor. In an instant, Gideon understood what they faced; Odette Lyons was a Faustian magician, and these were two of her contracts. But for her to command two spirits of this caliber, use them as throwaway guardians while still holding off Annabel, and still possess her youth and fortune... something didn't add up. A thousand questions rose to his mind, questions he would have to be certain to have answered. But first, there was a foe that needed defeating. Quickly.

 

With an exertion of willpower, Gideon activated the magical runes imbued into Aiglos just beneath the spearhead. They glowed white and crackled with mystical force as what was recognized as one of the more unorthodox Verditius enchantment styles was brought to bear. Most members of the House utilized their enchantments to unleash mighty attacks that worked with their martial prowess or to enhance their physical abilities. But when Gideon invoked his runes, the magical energy poured continuously from them and ran over the blade and across the shaft, until it covered the whole of the weapon. Once it had, it solidified like hard candy, forming to the lance's shape along with some added ornate pieces and turning Aiglos the color of moonlight. Gideon Sorias didn't use magic to create an attack or empower himself; he imbued it into his weapon to drastically increase his offensive power. And this enchantment, called Luna, specialized in piercing even the stoutest of defenses to land a fatal blow.

 

"My condolences, lord samurai, but it is time you returned to rest!"

 

With a quick spin of the spear he stepped forward and extended his lance to the utmost with all the speed he could muster for a maximum range thrust aimed squarely at the chest armor where the samurai's heart would be- for it was the heart, he theorized, that would require conquering by the coin. And if his aim was true, he would strike a blow from well outside of range of the fabled draw technique!

 

But that was far from his only attack. The only way to stop Luna without specialized defensive magic was to deflect the blow, a fact that the samurai surely would not miss. However, in the instant he pushed the attack aside, Gideon would rotate through on his stepping foot, stepping away from the direction a counterattack would come from and keeping Aiglos between himself and the katana blade with a defensive spin barrier. Once he was just beyond the warrior's shoulder, that barrier would unfold into a bisecting slash diagonally across the armored ghost, and if he somehow still lived after that he would find Gideon springing across to have his back at the window and once again safely at a lance's reach away.

[Misty]

Ecaterina nodded at the mention of Emil Jansen.  She’d been following him in the news a lot lately…actually one of her papers this semester was supposed to be a case study of him.  She wondered now if she’d ever return to Paris in time for the semester.  It was strange, but Ecaterina didn’t really feel sad over this thought – she’d spent so much of her life moving around, the idea of having a place to return to both made her uncomfortable and made her feel trapped.   And yet at the same time, she longed for it more than anything else.  

The smell of filth brought her back then, back to those streets in Romania, the sewers she’d slept in, the people she’d run away from, and the life she’d had.   She glanced outwards at the buildings wondering where they were going and why.  That was when the woman up front mentioned Founder Quaesitor’s blood-line.  She’d heard Attano mumble that several times before when he thought she wasn’t listening.  She’d even see the name in several books that he’d quickly snatched away from her those few years ago.  Her blood ran cold.  He’d always been very specific that if anyone came around mentioning it she shouldn’t trust them and should flee as quickly as possible.  

Her eyes widened and her fingers slid down from her shoulder to her hand gently running over the mark that had been on her hand for as long as she could remember.  It was always strange how it perfectly fit her hand without fading, ever since she was a little girl.   Her mind was fast at this sort of thing, she tried to think what she would be leaving behind in the car, nothing that couldn’t be replaced easily. 

Her hand slowly moved towards the door and she slid the backpack strap onto her shoulder.   She’d done things like this before the few times she had almost been swiped.  She couldn’t really hear anything besides the princess bit and although it made her grin that was the moment she threw the door open.   And threw herself from the slow moving car.  She landed gracelessly on a pile of trash cutting her arm on a broken bottle.  Still, there wasn’t time to waste on this, those people might be after her.  With a grunt of pain she got to her feet, and bolted her eyes scanning her surroundings for a man hole or any other good hiding place. 

[ANIMA]

 

 

~::Draga Lazarević::~

 

The glance Draga gave the gypsy girl after her words wasn’t angry. No, it was a look completely devoid of emotion. In fact, her eyes during that short glance weren’t even acknowledging the girl as a human being. It was just a barking dog. Harmless. The thought of responding to her didn’t even cross Draga’s mind.

On the other hand, she got slightly confused by the words of the man. Autograph? Wha- who does he think he is? No, who does he think she is?! Uncultured vermin, I swear…

For better or worse, before Draga could respond to the man, Meera responded to her and with woman’s words any thought of further conversing with the two gypsies evaporated from her mind. She took a moment to process everything Meera has just told her.

Terrorist? They were targets of a terrorist? And a magic-user at that? Of course, Draga heard the name Aleph before and everything she knows about the man told her that if she was being chased by him right now, she’s in great danger. But why was chased?

Then, there was the part about her mother. She knew about this? Queen Aleksandra did nothing to show she recognized the name “Meera”, or that she was keeping contact with people from the magic world at all. Why would she hide something like that from her daughter, especially if she already revealed the magical side of her lineage? Draga’s mind had a hard time coming up with good excuse. Maybe it was some kind of test on her mother’s part? To see how her daughter would react in a sudden situation, like this one?

Her eyes returned to Meera.

And why should she trust anything this woman says?

Draga’s thoughts were stopped by the sound of car opening. Although deep in thought, not for a moment did she let her guard down. In fact, she was extremely tense right now in expectation of some kind of attack. That is why, with the sudden movement of the gypsy girl, Draga launched her spell on impulse.

“Zarobi!”

At this one word a red glow began radiating from Draga’s right arm and several thorny whines lashed out from her hand and went straight for the girl trying to get out of car, attempting to wrap around her and immobilize her.
 

[Juro]

Gang Hideout
Johannesburg, South Africa
Time: 11:18

Heavily breathing as he leaned against the wall, Lee remained silent and uttered no words. Although feeling nothing but relief and satisfaction from the death of the scum formerly known as Manny, Lee didn’t have the luxury of savoring his victory. He didn’t even have the time to treat his bleeding shoulders. With the sound of gangsters rushing to where he was, not dying became Lee’s topmost concern. However, given the location of where he was and the situation he got himself into, he didn’t have that many options to take. There was only one way out.

Slowly getting up, Lee grimaced as the pain that was temporary masked a few minutes ago – you know, by rush of adrenaline – had returned. He staggered and swayed, leaving a trail of blood as he proceeded towards the sole window located in the room. Shifting his gaze towards Yvette, Lee felt obligated to speak to her; it was the least he could do after what she had gone through.

”I’m probably the last person you’d want to talk to after what had happened.”

Lee stopped talking as he took in several deep breaths. Judging how pale he had become, it seemed like the blood loss was finally taking its toll on his body.

”But if you want to live, then I suggest you follow me.”

Enduring through the pain, Lee mustered all the strength he could from his arms and opened the glass window in front of him.

”I know this doesn’t seem like a good plan, but anything’s better that sticking around here.”

Lee had no plans of waiting for Yvette’s reply as his body was already halfway out of the window; he was basically about to jump. Although expressing concern for the young lawyer, what mattered most was his own life.
 

[I-Am-X]

The Dark Tunnel

Unknown City, Unknown Country

Time: Unknown

 

Evangeline Strauss

"Hex"

 

Catching up to the man, "Hey..." she whispered, not catching his attention, clearly still overcome with anger. Not like I could blame him with what he just went through. Hmm... Moving in closer, she put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop and whispered louder, "Hey you." Bracing herself in case he does something rash out of surprise. "This is none of my business...Actually, it is, but tell me, are you honestly going to go after him with out any plan whatsoever and just beat him down with those hands of yours?" She asked in a slightly mocking yet stern tone.

 

"Will you calm down and hear me out for a bit? It may be simple but I think it would yield a higher chance of success than what you planned on do." she asked, as she noticed the others deciding to follow and waved them over to their location. Once they were gathered, Eva continued. "I know we're strangers who happened to get wrapped up in this mess, and are under no obligation to listen and follow through on it, but I may have an idea of what to do with him, " referring to the their kidnapped, "Introductions can wait but Will you hear me out?"

 

Looking at the two of them to see their response, she continued. "Now, it's quite a simple plan, yet highly risky, considering the one we're up against and the confines on this tunnel don't allow us much wiggle room. But first off, did any of you also pick up some of the scalpels off the ground?" she asked as she produced 5 that she picked up on her own. Listening to their responses, she continued "Now," glancing at the girl, "Since the both of us have the most of them, we should stay a good enough distance behind him, but enough of a distance to where you feel comfortable hitting the target. Given what we have to work with, hitting him isn't the goal here. We need to distract him, keep him off balance, so he,"

 

Looking at DeShaun, she continued "Can catch him by surprise and stab him. If you don't have a scalpel of your own to work with, I'll give you one of mine. Now, if you can't get a good shot on him, don't try to act like a hero and go for another swing if you don't see an opening.. When you get the chance, try to push him down or kick him in the legs or just find a way to get him to go down. I'm sure all of us aren't stupid to simply believe he's actually unarmed because he is. Hence the reasoning. But first, we should have him," Now turning her attention to the boy "act as a decoy. Or bait have at you. He'll run past the man and gain his attention, then we'll throw the scalpels to turn his attention back to us, All the while giving him (deshaun) the time he needs to catch him off guard. Questions?" Eva finished while looking around at them to see if they have any issue with the 'plan'.

 

It was then they heard the mans maddening laugh and his weapon waving, startling the 4 of them. Before anymore words can be said on the matter, they heard a loud rumbling echoing through the tunnel that seemed to be coming from behind them. Gripped with a dire sense of urgency, she started run but not before handing a scalpel to the black man and saying, "We've got no choice now. Move!!" still controlling her voice in a loud whisper, to try to prevent the man from hearing or at least tune it to the sound of the rumbling. Taking out her remaining scalpels, she goes after the man and prepares to throw the scalpels.