The all out status war

Mikael

I watched the band play from by the punch comforted by the knowledge I could any of them tonight with Lombardi's full support. Earlier on i had had Mac set up the ULAS with my bass guitar. I had never played with this band before and had been a recent addition under Lombardi's strict instructions. We got up and stage and started playing. I smiled as i realised these people had no one what would happen in our finale tonight. The Colours and the filthy Peacemakers would play and then boom. ULAS would put the Goths back in total control. I would have to remember to thank Mac for this particular invention.

* I think I'd be so cute if they kissed billy! lol*

"Andy? What are you looking at?" Emily said as she followed his gaze, "So you want to dance then"

"Erm... yeah sorry" Andy said now looking at her.

Emily pulled Andy over the dance floor and pulled him closer. They swayed slowly side to side.

"Had to be a slow song didn't it" Andy said looking down at Emily.

"Erm.. yeah" Emily said as she turned red.

She pulled her head into his chest as they danced slowly. Emily felt a strange warmth inside of her but she didn't think that Andy felt the same.

Name: Queen Mab
Real name: unknown (well she knows it lol)

Age: 36

Sex: Female

Status: Goth Princess

Description (you can use a picture or describe yourself) : only her most trusted lieutenants have ever had court with her so the greater public doesn't know what she looks like. (nut for sake of argument) She has rave black hair with red highlights. Her pail skin is accented by the black lipstick she wears. She is 5'4 108 pounds and typically dresses in a red corset, long black skirt and black riding cape. Her voice is smoky and harsh.

Personality: She is dark and mysterious, and her temper is matched only by her benevolences.


Toni's phone rang as he watched over the dance.
"Yeah." he said into the phone as if expecting it to be one of his minions
"Having fun?" Mab's voice spit mockingly across the phone.
"Who the hell is this?"
"I my dear friend am the one that you would seek to unmask this very night..."
"Mab, haven't heard from you in a while."
"tisk tisk, Toni, I understand that you got your hands on the last surviving record, and were planing on using it to give away my mystery."
"You killed Scarlett, you bitch and your going to pay for it dearly."
"ha! I wouldn't have done something as petty as kill or sweet Scarett, In fact I was in negotiations with her to get the information for myself but things didn't turn out as planed did they." she said coldly
"Why don't you come out in the open and settle this face to face."
"A girl must have her mysteries, Toni. either way, this is a prepaid clear phone that I am calling you on. If you need to contact me you can reach me at this number, oh and enjoy the dance, you look so broad standing there." With that he hung up the phone.
Normally she won't lower her self to the common level of Antonio Lombardi but this was about her and because of that she felt it need a personal touch.

She turned off the phone so that it couldn't be traced back to her and crossed the room back to her throne.
"Dante!" she growled
In the door walked a boy dressed all in black, as he entered the room he knelt before her.
"Rise, I need you to keep in touch with Keith, our spy has shown useful and will be rewarded oh, and bring me my daughter."
"Yes, my queen, but don't you think that we should retaliate against them?"
"Dante, I don't keep you in my court to second guest me. We are letting them implode from the inside. Their have been may deaths, but yet none have been amongst our people, they are killing them selves let them and then we will step in and take our rightful place."
"Yes my queen, William is her to seek audience should i let him in?"
Mab nods her head, and Dante quickly leaves the room, moment later A skater is escorted into the room with Dante.
"What new do you have for me?"
"The shipment has been stolen..." The skater say sheepishly
"excuse me?"
"The weapons that we were suppose to get tonight have be taken by the colors."
"Dante, you may leave."
Williams eyes showed a sense of true concern, as Mab stood from her chair.
"William, I am to understand that you and a group of your friends take care of that little peace makers meeting, did you not?"
" yeah, we messed that place up good." William smiled.
"Well, you did it with out my permission, in fact you never follow orders, weren't you to have been there to receive the shipment?"
"Well, yeah but..." before he could finish his sentence Mab had pulled a gun from her guarder. Two shoots were fired and the boys screams echoed hard against the walls of the throne room.
"Your wound is fatal that I assure you, but it will take you about three hours to die. I would suggest making peace with god now." she said leaving the room. Dante stood on the other side of the door with Zetra.
"Hello, darling, how was school today?" she said to her daughter and then turned to adress Dante once more,"There is a mess in the throne room could you see it gets cleaned up, once he is done dieing alone."
"Yes my queen."

Sam/Maria~~

Maria looked up at Shaun as they danced, she noticed how his eyes glinted in the dark as they pulsed along with the music. She couldn't help herself as she seemed to get lost deeper and deeper into him and then was hit by a sudden realization, Sam mentally slapped herself as she darted her eyes away from Shaun's own. She didn't know anything about this guy and wasn't he interested in some Zetra person?

"What's wrong?" Shaun asked concerned.

"Nothing," Maria smiled innocently, Oh nothing I'm just taking my role in this sham too seriously


Where was Styler? He had to be somewhere in this place! Maybe it was just the light but Shaun's hair was starting to sparkle, damn it! Where was Styler?

"Excuse me but may I interrupt this dance?" A voice came from behind us.

here is her dress....

and her hair is in half ringlets ...

~ Antonio Lombardi

Every fiber of Lombardi was mercurial, his fists clenched onto the cell phone with the ferocity of a coiled cobra. His rage must be tamed tonight. He looked up to spot the spying device she was using. Unable to locate it, he instantly maneuvered himself off course from Styler to the exit, and made way to the exit. No way this bitch was going to catch this shipment. Styler would figure it out, he was a smart boy.

Pushing open the large glass doors leading to the atrium made him hesitate. It provided more resistance than usual so his nerves instantly triggered his brain. With a slow step he peeked outside. Nothing. Just the heavy winds of the night. He still didn't feel quite right but he hadn't the time to stick around. He made his way through the door and crept carefully down the darkened stone path to the parking lot. The pale moonlight painted long nubby fingers with the tree's branches. Not a animal made a noise, he was left with the distanced howl of the wind. The steel bars that guarded the schools exits at night reminded him of a prison cell, though they were open he felt as if he could still never escape. The feeling made him reach inside his jacket and retrieve his side arm. The glint of the baby eagle would certainly make prowlers think twice. With the crutch of the firearm he was able to creep a few steps closer to exit.

Thats when he felt a thin, feather-like caress across his throat. He whipped backwards not a moment too late, when the wound spat blood to the pavement. Toni felt for it. Just a knick. His eyes instantly leaped up to meet his attacker with a the gleam of warriors blood lust. Pistol sprang into action and he let off two rounds before he could even discern what the figure was. The attacker met Toni's response with lightning speed, dancing to the flank, and swinging his blade down, clanging against the pistol. Toni recoiled his hand, the pistol clattering against the concrete, and kicked his foot straight out and into the ninja's face. He felt the solid connection of his heel crushing the attackers nose. It spun in a half back flip and crashed into the floor. In the next second, Lombardi was atop him, fists turning his face into raw meat.

A few breaths and he was back on his feet. He covered his hand with a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it shut. He'd nearly broken his own fists on the guys skull. Punk. With his free hand, he swept up the sword, and looked over it. A beautiful edge. Steel so clear you could catch a reflection and swirls of celtic knots etched along either side of the blade. When his eyes met the tip of the sword they caught the four other shadows in a half circle around him.

Damn, he thought, its going to be a long night.

The booming of commotion from inside the dance resounded deep in his chest. All five men were caught off guard by it and all five men turned attention to catch a glimpse. But all five men already knew what had happened.

War.

Gray eyes caught the kids brown eyes looking back at him. They both made like it never happened; suddenly feeling the need to stare elsewhere, just anywhere but back at eachother. Styler had heard of him. Name of Andy Fletcher. His name was dropped along with those of the great performers of today. One couldn't switch on a radio without hearing it. Styler had just never seen him play.

Sometimes rumors just don't do it justice.

He regarded the boy with an impressed raise of his brows, then set his mind about his business, quickly scanning the room with a once over, searching for Lombardi. There he was, making his way for the door. A tense feeling crawled down his spine like a looming spider. He beat a hasty retreat.

Until his eyes fell across the angel in the short red dress. He couldn't just leave Sam in the dark. The earlier look she shot him expressed a sort of lost bewilderment that he felt it necessary to explain himself. If only to soil Scarlets name. They danced in the spotlight of the light departments red beam, smoke coiling around her and her partner like ribbons on a gift. There was no time for moments; he shattered it by placing his hand on her waist and leaning close.

“Excuse me but may I interrupt this dance?”

The pretty boy he recognized from earlier took a polite step back. His carefree smile indicated no ill will toward Styler but he could tell that there was disappointment behind those brooding green eyes. He regarded them with little more than a quick twist of the corners of his mouth, “Thanks.”

Just as the new band took stage, the pads of his fingers slid across the soft material of her dress as he gave her a quick spin into his arms. He pulled her body close to his, then whipped back and slowly swung her in another circle with doe-like grace. With a few gentle, yet deliberate movements he and she were positioned away from the green eyed boy, alone for enough time to exchange a few words. Once again, they were separated only by the material of their clothing, and his head turned to place his lips to her ear.

“What are you doing here?”

“About to ask you the same, mate.” she grinned.

He smirked at the familiarity of the conversation. “Business.”

She changed the pace, knowing his reluctance. “You look like hell.”

A whimsical smile drew across her face like swirling lines in a doodle. He knew that she knew it was a subject he would want to discuss even less than the first. He was left with no other choice. “Alright,” he conceded, “I'll explain some things... but not here. There's a feeling in my gut that something is going to go down tonight and Lombardi just--”

The chord sounded from the kids bass guitar and instantly a wave of pedestrians went fetal, like bug spray on an army of ants. The stage erupted in flames, leaving the boy standing solo, dead center of the stage, with a single arm raised in a victory stance, the other on the strings of his bass, looking like the returning Rock God from Hell.

Which is what he really was.

Shuan:

He felt like he was falling for this girl; the farther down the rabbit hole he went the more he just wanted to cling to her, his white rabbit, and now she has been stolen by the guy in the white suit. The guy wasn't anything that someone would really remember no, he was any other face in the crowd in fact the only way that Shuan could tell it was the same kid as before was due to the suit, it had made an impression on him.

“ Time to step up and be a man Shuan, don't just let the moment pass” the words that his father had been repeating to him since he was three played in his mind like a song on constant loop.

Gathering what little courage he had he moved to cut back in but just as he did this the most awful sound he had ever heard blared over the loud speakers. All at once his head was swimming in chaos and it felt as though his brain was trying to pull itself from his head . Perhaps that would grant him relief from the pain. Shuan imagined that this is what a frontal lobotomy would be like with no sedative or his most painful memory played over and over and over at five hundred thousand BPM. He was no longer capable of fighting the forces of gravity and ultimately found laying in the fetal position much more accommodating.

Focus on your feet, pull yourself up, Shuan tried to separate himself from the feeling and the first attempt at standing was unsuccessful. Once he had pulled himself to his feet now his task was harder.
Right foot
He knew that if he paused if only for a second that he would fall again.
Left foot
Every point of impact was amplified.
Right foot
The room started to spin and as if the he need the added complication.
Left foot
Was Maria okay? He thought.
Right foot
No time for that now he need to stop this sound.
Left foot
Now the few Goths that were in attendance began to wail on the suffering Colors and Shuan, being the only one that had made it to his feet, was ignored if only for the moment.
Right foot

After a very long and arduous eight feet trip from where he was to the fuse box it took everything he had left to throw the switch forcing the room around him into utter darkness, but giving him release from the sound. Soon he knew that the Goths would regroup but by that time he would have been able to escape and find Lombardi. He hoped that Maria was able to find her way out. As he walked along the hard pavement of the sidewalk trying to reacquaint himself with the world once more he saw Lombardi surrounded but a group of people dressed all in black. Maybe if he hadn't been in so much pain moments before, he wouldn't have been walking with his head down but things being as they were he spotted Lombardi's gun laying on the ground. Shuan reached down and grabbed it as the battle escalated to a full on sword fight. He took a moment to be sure to hit his target. Glad my dad was so insistent on me learning how to shoot, he thought to himself. The sound of the gun as loud as it was seemed quiet and hollow next to the sound he had heard before. The first shoot blew the head clean off one of the masked men the second hit one in the leg; the last pierced the throat of one of the others. The remaining one took off running but Lombardi was hot in pursuit.

“you missed,” Maria said pointing to the one that he had shot in the leg.
“Nope, we need to have someone to question.” Shuan grinned, It was the grin he got when he was proud of himself no this grin meant that he had gotten revenge.

Andy

His heart was pounding Ashe danced with her slowly, and he was sure that Emily could feel it as she rested her head on his chest. Goddamnit, what now? He thought, I'm meant to know what I'm doing here!

He got a bad feeling as the song started winding down, catching sight of a cocky looking bass guitarist who'd been standing near the boy with those grey shark's eyes. He was about to take the stage, and even from this distance, Andy could tell that there was something unnatural about his guitar.

Emily looked up at him, concerned, "You're sure you're okay?" She asked.

He met her eyes, grinning nervously, "I was just trying to figure something out."

She blushed a little, seemingly unable to move her eyes away from his, "What?"

"If you liked me enough that I could do this." Before she could say another word, he leaned forward and kissed her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, their dance stopping for the time being as the song started to do the same. It was as though time itself wasnslowing to allow the two of them to enjoy the moment more...

And then they were being torn apart, a disgusting, discordant sound shredding the air as Andy was thrown through it. Emit disappeared from his vision, screaming in pain as she curled herself into a fetal position.

Andy, on the other hand, forced himself to his feet, seeing Goths rushing in to start attacking fallen Colours.

And the boy on the stage was standing triumphantly over what remained, bass held loosely in his arms, flames licking around him as he stood there like he was a musical god.

Andy felt, to the first time in along time, rage welling up inside him. How could someone do that? Not only a brutal attack on enemies with disregard for innocents, but a horrific defiling of music. The lights went out, and the sound died with it, but the bassist's face remained etched in Andy's mind. Andy Fletcher glared at the now dark stage, and made a silent vow that he would do something about that boy. And it would sound beautiful.

Latent screams were still filling the hall as people staggered to their feet, screaming about having gone deaf and the like as Goths continued hitting them in the dark. Andy heard the distinctive sounds of Emily's voice screaming amongst it all, and followed it to her.

More Goths were pouring into the hall now, and Andy picked up Emily in his arms, holding her close to him as he ran for the door. They had to get out of here, before they got caught up in all how madness.

He dodged back as someone swung at him, shouting, "You idiot! We're neutrals! I'm Andy Fletcher, now let us-"

Their attacker's hand clamped over his mouth, and one of the boy's friends tugged Emily out of his arms, "Fletcher. Good. Mister Lombardi wants to see you."

O.O that post is awesome Billy x

~Emily~

"Get off me! Andy help!" Emily shouted as the two boys lead her off into the hallway, "Please Andy!"

He looked back. No emotion showed on his face.

"We'll take you somewhere were nobody will hear your screams" Said one of boys holding her.

They carried her towards the school airing cupboard.

"No, no please don't" Emi;y said as th boys opened the door.

"Goodnight Barbie" laughed the other boy as he locked the door.

I was stuck.

Carlie

She had finally gotten into Alex's arms when the blast shook them apart. The force of it made her black out. When she came to, she was once again in Alex's arms, but he was running. And it seemed urgent. He seemed possed in what he was running after.

"Alex," She could barely speak. Her voice was caught in her throat.

But it still caught his attention. "Hey, good, you're awake. Do- um..do you think you can stand on your own?"

"I think so," She had thought that she was fully capable to stand on her own, but her knees wobbled when he set her on her feet. Alex caught her with an arm around her waist before she could fall though."Thanks. Who were you running after anyway?"

"Emily was taken by two guys. Andy just stood there, so I grabbed you and ran after her. So, um... can you run too?"

"Oh, yeah. Let's gt going," Carlie hurried tking off her shoes and started sprinting along side Alex. She could barely see Emily, who was almost covered by the two guys carrying her. "Who do you think took her?"

"I don't know, but I don't want her to get hurt," He had just finished saying this when a scream pierced the night.

"That was Em," Carlie's eyes were big in shock. Why would someone take Em?

Mikael

I was like a God. I stood watching the Colours lying around curled in balls just as Goths poured in the door. I had to thank Mac for this, i thought smiling. I held my pose until the camera i had set up flashed. That was going to be one hell of a photo. I grabbed the camera just as the lights went out and ULAS stopped. I slipped the camera into my pocket, pulled an asp out from under my coat and beat my way to the door.

~Alex~

"Oh my god" Alex cried, "that's Emily, we have to get to her!"

Alex pointed at the hallway. They ran fast towards it but too guys blocked the way.

"Excuse me, where do you think your going?" said one of the boys but suddenly stopped when Carlie kneed him.

"Good one" Alex smiled as he dragged her down the hallway.

He heard another scream.

"Emily's in that cupboard" Carlie said as she sat next to the door listening.

Queen Mab:


Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors of the old Victorian style home. Her thoughts were on the reports of what happened at the dance and her eyes flared hot just thinking of what had occurred.
I will end Agreasta if I find that it was her that sent the goons
As she passed through the endless hallways her temper grew greater and greater. Finally reaching her destination she paused at the door before she slung it open, there inside William laid still crying and the pool of blood had widened to envelope a quarter of the floor.
“Dante!” her voice shrilled creating a defining tremble.
She carefully crossed the room leaving a trail of red foot prints in her wake. Through the door way walked Dante. He, in his cordial fashion, approached the queen and knelt before her.
“Yes, my queen?”
The sobs of William grew louder.
“Did I not instruct you to clean this mess?”
“Yes, my queen but I thought that you wanted me to wait until he had died.”
“As much as he deserves to suffer, no the blood will stain the floors and be a nightmare to clean.” she strolled over the where William laid dieing and bent down.
“I should let you lie here but your pain is worth less than the floors.” she whispered in her ear. He begged for her forgiveness as she placed her hand against his throat, “It is too late for that,” she said taking the last of the life from him.
“It is done now see this gets cleaned up, oh and send a message to Agreasta that I wish to see her.”
“Yes my queen, do you seek a face to face meeting?”
“The time has come for me to take a much more active roll in the war. First I will get Agreasta put back into her place then I will deal with the Council.”
“Yes my queen.”
“Rise, you may leave me now.”
“Yes my queen.”

Sam~~


One minute she was swaying, getting the holes in her mind filled in and the next she was holding her ears in pain. The first person who came to mind was Lombardi but was pushed away when she saw the solo Mikael on stage looking all proud her line of vision then shifted to the nearby Styler was still next to her, mirroring her expression of pain and surprise. Sam then re focused her eyes back on Mikael who was now slipping a camera back into his pocket smugly, that idiot she thought to herself, didn't he know he was just a pawn like the rest of them? This moment of his proud frenzy and confusion had given someone else's goons the perfect opportunity to show up and start shooting, damn it all.But Sam couldn't think clearly, her mind was full of the ever present ringing. A paper was shoved in her hand but she didn't know who passed it to her, she didn't even notice the fact that Styler had been carried away with the crowd.

Where was Shaun?

She looked around and focused on the staggering figure known as Shaun and attempted to focus on him but just looked down at the floor in pain. Then everything went dark and her mind slowly surfaced back to a level of common sense. Emergency lights flicked on, casting disfigured shadows of the ever apparent goons and Shaun whom was now shooting at them as they attempted to get closer to him.

"You missed..." Maria (or Sam) poked the black-clad man in the leg and he cringed in pain.

"Nope, we need to have someone to question," Shaun sounded proud and Maria didn't turn around. His voice was smooth yet held a sort of relief, Sam didn't want to see the smirk on his face. Sam's mentality went rigid, how could this guy be so chill after killing a few people? Sam was scared out of her friggen mind though her perfect composure that Agresta herself had taught her didn't show it.

~~~~~~ Back at Lombardi's?

Maria was perched on the high bar chair they had provided for the questioners, such a strange place to hold a questioning, she swam in her thoughts as her legs swung in the motions of a pendulum. Sam felt like a child, whose legs couldn't reach the bottom. Before she had arrived in this strange place, she had changed back into the skinny pants once more, still barefoot but she was comfortable this way.

"Oi," Maria chirped as Shaun walked into the bar setting where the questioning was about to take place. A Cheshire cat smile curled her lips, Sam couldn't help it.

"They haven't sent my "miss" in yet?" A smile rolled across his face and Maria's legs swung in separate pendulum cycles now.

"They said they would bring the poor fool in later but first we have to take part in some meeting of a," Maria's face was obvious when she tried to remember Lombardi's exact wording, "Recruit..." The word felt weird on her lips, like this was all one big game. Which in the end, most likely was.