*** sorry I have been way busy so I am way late posting. And it isn't like my other post sorry but I will be back good as ever soon***
Queen Mab:
“ I am getting ready for my meeting with Agreasta so this had better be good.” Queen Mab snapped through the door at Dante.
“One of the soldiers named Mikael is here to see you, he says that he attacked Lombardi tonight, my queen.”
“ Send him in I will see him.”
“Yes my queen.”
After spending a few moments to finish looking her fiercest she walked out to greet Mikael. Her face was draped in a black veil and she carried two katakana on her back.
“I don't know if I should slap you or solute you.” she said softly.
“The ULAS worked...”
“That is what I heard but I also remember telling you that you can attack only if you thought you could take Lombardi out.”
“We cut their numbers by a third.”
“And yet Lombardi lives.”
“Yes, he escaped.”
“Well, thank you for the service that you provided, you are to be know as Lieutenant from now on. You are to report to me directly for orders from now on.”
“Thank you my Queen.”
“You, may go now and one last thing your friend is carrying a tracking deceive and that being said he is no longer welcome in this place... Ever.”
“We were follow, my queen.”
“ha, you weren't followed my Lombardi's men, that was Agreasta and her companions.”
“But I thought...”
“You may go Lieutenant.”
As Mikael left he was filled with a new sense of command, he now had command over a fourth of the queens army. As he left he passed Agreasta in the hallway, she look stunning in a form fitting black body amour dress.
“Greetings Agreasta.” Mab said in a very formal tone.
“Hello, Mab its nice to finally meet with you in person.”
“Lets put aside the pleasantries shall we?”
“Lets may I ask why you called me here tonight?”
“I have heard that you send masked assassins to kill Lombardi.”
“I have no knowledge of masked men...”
“lets not beat around the bush here, I didn't send them, The council can't have sent them that leaves you.”
“times are changing...”
“what does that mean?”
“Nothing, is that all.”
“No, I need to hire you to draw the council out for me.”
“How many?”
“Four of your men should do, I will pay five thousand.”
Agreasta could hardly hold in the giggling, “ten.”
*** sorry I have been way busy so I am way late posting. And it isn't like my other post sorry but I will be back good as ever soon***
Shuan:
Shuan hadn't been to this hospital since the insentient three years ago. He has gone most of that time with out thinking about it, but with everything that was going on right now he had no choice but to remember it. The angle of the body, the look on this fathers face, every moment it was all there even that part that only showed up in his nightmares. He sat on the hard plastic seats for three hour to get the new that everything was going to be fine. The new only meant that his night was part over now he needed to go to Lombardi's house and give him the flash drive that he had found in Scarlett's room. To much had happened and it was starting to remind him of the time before... and that was the last thing he wanted to relive. He walked out to his car and checked his mirrors, his face was showing the wear that insouciant sleep had caused. He check his pocket to make sure that he still had the flash drive, it was still there and looking at it made him wonder if giving to Lombardi was the right thing to do. He pulled out of the hospital and drove to Lombardi's house. The night air was strange as he took back streets to get there. A flash of Black caught his eye in the rear view mirror, Some one was following him or something. He press the gas pedal to the floor and the thing behind him speed up. Running on all fours the Creator was much more agile than he could be.
Those few people he passed in the hospital corridors seemed to want to get out of his way as quickly as possible, recognising him as a boy almost blinded by purpose, needing to see who he had come to see and not about to let anyone get in his way.
Part of him thought that Lombardi and his guards were still following, not wanting to lose track of their investment or some such thing. Andy wasn’t about to wait for them. He wasn’t going to wait for anything.
At least, that was what he thought until he reached the room he’d been told Emily was in. He paused there, suddenly realising he actually had no idea what he was doing here. I’m here to see Emily…but…I can’t just storm in there, can I? Not in the same way I’ve been charging around this place…
Andy tapped on the door with one knuckle, then pushed it open slowly, all the determined fury gone out of him. His voice was quiet, “Em? You in here?”
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Lieutenant Eisenstein. I could get used to hearing that around this place. I would have to send Mac somewhere safe. Somewhere away form Mab and Lombardi. Maybe the safe house just outside town. I would set him up with whatever he needed. Get him to build gadgets to keep his mind of off being caged like an animal. But Mab had mentioned something about Agreasta. Why had she even been there. It was my operation. ULAS had been built under my instructions by my closest friend and now he couldn't gp anywhere the safest place to hide from Lombardi. I marched through the house back out to where Mac was waiting.
"Well" he asked. "Can i stay here?"
"I'm sorry Mac" i replied seeing the look of genuine fear in his eyes.
"B...but you promised. If Lombardi finds me i'm as good as dead."
"Mac calm down. There is a safe house just outside of town. I'll take you there and put some of men on protection."
"Your men? Wait safehouse? Mikael you said you worked for Mab not that you were here warhound."
"Mac listen to me. You will be safe. At least, you should be safe long enough to do something about your predicament. If i can get you the materials could you make a machine to deal with Lombardi's tag on you?"
"Um, yeah, i guess." He looked at me a look of realisation on his face. "It all makes sense. I knew you couldn't have come up with something like ULAS. You were given instructions by Mab! You had me build you a weapon for your war!"
"Mac, shut up and listen to me. I am your only hope right now so i suggest you get on the bike and i'll drop you at the safe house. If you ask nicely i might even stay and get a list of parts you need."
"Well as i see it i don't haave any other options."
"Thats true" i smirked. Mac would forgive me in time and as long as he was concentrating on saving himself he would be causing me trouble.
"Alright then" he grumbled tugging on his helmet and climbing on behind me.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
The Watcher stood on the side of the adjacent building like a rock-monster as he watched over kids' battle with their pebble-spitting tools but no intervention was required. Even when the men in black suits drew their silver metal sticks and swung them at the Lombardi he made no effort to stop it; though he was a little surprised to see the slow one pick up the discarded pebble-spitter to save him and he almost stepped in when Sam showed up but it was already quelled. Instead he need only make mind notes on the scene for later playback from the Master.
Night was shifting with only a five hours to spare until daylight and the house of the ill was exceptionally dull but Master says he must keep a keen eye on these childrens. The childrens were all mixed up in their beliefs so the mere thought of them being in the same place at the same time without any battle was astonishing. Its the only thing that kept him from dozing off for a while and let just his eyes do the recording. The one who never wore his own face exited before talking to his friend Sam like he had intended. The Watcher believes he is sad but knows not why. The music man storms his way in to see his affection partner and the Watchers heart is warmed by it. The other girl and boy shiver as they speak to the authorities; explaining in frightening detail the horrendous events of the night. The Lombardi and his Watchers wait for minutes as they speak to one of the workers at the house of the ill. He writes something on a small square paper and gives it to the lady explaining that it is for the broken ones 'hospital bill.' Whatever that is. Anyway, he just misses the slow ones hasty exit. Why is the slow one moving so quickly away? The Watcher investigates.
The slow one moves rapidly to his wheel box and enters. Between his thumb and index finger he plays with the small fruit. Watchers glowing eyes grow as wide as oranges. It was Edens apple and the slow one was the naive Eve but who was the snake? It didn't matter. Not now. The slow one should know better, the slow one had a past for obtaining forbidden knowledge. How has he not learned this yet!? Perhaps he forgot. Perhaps the “accident” has erased his memory... or perhaps he cannot store it on the small shiny plates that the Watcher does. Either way, the slow one must learn again that his hands are not to touch the fruit.
The Watcher shoots down the street after him with the speed of a pebble-spitter. The slow one sped up his wheel box but it was no match for the Watcher. He chuckled inside his head at the thought. They gallop down streets like stampeding horses on treacherous mountain paths, until the Watcher plunges his fingers in the round bottom of the wheel box. He spiders along the undercarriage taking quick sniffs at each of the now visible metal tubes. He searches for a certain scent, more potent than the rest, the smell that burns your nostrils as though you had just shoved a pipe cleaner through it, and into your brain.
Alas!
He had found it. The square metal box containing the wheel box life blood. The Watcher places his jagged teeth into it and slurps like an starving infant, draining it as if he were a vampire. It fills him with insane glee to do so for it is just as succulent to him as it is to the wheel box. The wheel box lets bloodthirsty roar of irritation, and shoots ahead. Probably in hopes that the wind will peel him off. It is futile for awhile; until the bump in the road causes the Watcher loose his grip.
In his rear view mirror Shaun watches in horror as the loud resounding cluck of metal to concrete echoes in his ears and the creature, or whatever it is, slides like a lifeless rag doll down the city street and is lost into the dark black night.
Chank!
The car jolted to a stop and a sickening feeling swept over Shuan like a cold wind as a piece of metal fell to the ground followed by the creature. The car rolled to a slow stop in the middle of a largely abandoned neighborhood. Most of the lanterns on this street had long since burnt out from disuse, leaving the street dark and ominous. Shuan pulled himself from the car and checked to see what had just occurred. The problem was apparent quickly; there was a void where the gas tank belonged.
What just happened... I guess what ever that thing was it is dead now. He reached back in the car and grabbed the flash drive and his cell phone, and started to dial Lombardi's number.
Old town was just a shell of its former glory and there were no real inhabitants, not since the town had folded up in the late sixties. The town had been left to wither away until for no apparent reason the people came back, only instead of buying the older homes newer ones were built. Old town was a reminder of the scars this town had suffered. There was no ambient sound or light here even though down town was only seven blocks to the the south. The air felt electric like the way it is before a spring rain. Shuan pressed the phone to his ear and listened to the ringing as he began his walk toward Lombardi's House.
“Hello,” Lombardi's voice seemed rush as though he had better things to do than talk on the phone.
“Hey, the car...” before he could say another word he caught site of the creature speeding toward him at a bullets pace. Shuan froze in place for a moment before his instincts kicked in. He lost grip on the phone and it hit the ground bouncing and sending the battery flying off into the darkness. He turned and began running faster than he had ever moved before, the Adrenalin pumped through him like a balloon filling with helium. Faster and faster he ran knowing that that thing had to be right behind him until he was hit hard in the back and tackled to the ground. It was pitch black here so sound has his only hope.
He heard a scurrying to his left that must have been the thing getting to its feet. Shuan swung wildly and caught only air in the path of his fist. Again the creature moved, swing this time he connected to what felt like a concrete wall warped in fur. The creature swiped it hand at him, it's claws burnt into his flesh sering to the muscles. The pain was blinding and the momentum of the strike sent Shuan to the ground hard enough to knock him unconscious for a moment. When he came to the world was in a new light, everything was gray and faint but he could clearly see the heat that the being was omitting. An amorphous trailing of colors. The creature seemed to be staring at him as if checking to see if he was alright. Shuan played dead for a moment longer until the being began to go through his pockets.
It's looking for the flash drive. This must be what killed Scarlett and now it has come to kill me.
Shuan kicked his foot up and made contact at what would be its jaw, unlike before he didn't fell like he was kicking a wall. The kick send the thing reeling backwards, Shuan grabbed it with both hand and through it as hard as he could. It landed in an area that was yellow in contrast to the gray of everything else. As he stepped into the yellow his eyes adjusted back and his vision was back to normal. He could now see the form in front of him. It laid one all fours like a cat only much bigger with smooth black skin and glowing red eyes, Its claws were long and metallic looking. The being rose again and ran off into the night, its motion slower than before but still moving without making a sound.
that thing wanted the flash drive and was willing to kill for it, I had better find out whats on it before I tell anyone else that I have it and what was with my eyes, it was like theromgraphic?
Shuan walked over to where his phone had fallen and retrieved the battery from the bush it had flown in to.
“Hey, are you okay, I lost you there.” Lombardi said.
“yeah, I am fine Just had a little car trouble, can you pick me up I am on heartlin st. in old town.”
They say that height throws off ones balance but Styler had mastered his from the intense years of Aikido and Taekwondo training. He slowly let out a breath as he wrapped his claw-like toes around the monkey bars of the run down playground with the quiet resolve of a Tibetan monk. From his spot above the bars he carefully watched his feet, the tendons shown like thin, metal prongs from a hand rake, as he meticulously stepped from bar to bar, like the lurking figure he was. He stopped mid-step, paused with his leg solid and bent in the air, poised like a Shaolin warrior ready to strike. A reflective breath in was all he took before springing into the air, simultaneously twisting his body midair, and striking with his foot into the faceless night. His body landed with a bird-like grace, same foot clutched to the bar. He paused long enough to again fill his lungs with a deep and refreshing gasp before he sent spinning jump kick after spinning jump kick into the sky, walking himself down the bars of the playground equipment like a dancing flame across gunpowder; his movements were blurred with celerity. Styler was a solid martial warrior but for the second time in his life he had opened himself up for death and had been rescued each time. The first by Scarlet, and this one by Alex. The very thought of it threw off his footing, and he plunged between the bars, arms lashing out like a frightened kitten on a smooth surface. His chest caught one of the metal poles on the quick descent with a crack, and he bounced backward so that the tip of his head clanged against another. Defeated, he rest flat on the ground, staring skywards with the wrinkled face of pain, with nothing but a metallic ringing on constant loop in his ears. He exhaled with sheer annoyance.
As he gazed upon the starry night he reflected on the lessons from his martial arts instructor, his sa-bum-nim. He thought about the way he was cracked with a bamboo stick if he made the slightest of err and how bad it'd be if his sa-bum-nim were watching him right now. It was fortunate the man was no longer alive. He'd be disgraced if he knew Styler had allowed himself to be caught off guard not only once, but twice now.
“Charyeot!” he would exclaim, in Korean, at this very spot. It was basically his way of saying, “Hey, listen up!” Or, “Attention!” in military jargon.
Still today, Styler would do so with the obedience of a police dog and so he pulled his flat, plank shaped body from the playground floor like peeling back a stiff ruler, wood chips stuck in his bare back as if he were made of fly paper. Agony filled his nerves as he drew one long, lean leg against his chest for a place rest his chin while trying not to pestle with his teeth. He knew he must get up again; he was trained to fight.
“Not this time, sa-bum-nim,” he relaxed, wiping the globs of sweat from his with a brush of his hand.
His eyes gazed over the silent hamlet of Old Town and caught sight of a boy fumbling with himself in the middle of the street. With an interested lift of a single brow and tilt of his head he observed quietly from the playground. His lashing were effortless strikes into nothingness. His form was poor and Styler knew he lacked any martial training. Whatever game this kid played ended with an abrupt and dramatic collapse, throwing his body laterally across the street as if he'd been physically thrown. Styler knew the action to be unhuman and with unease he lifted himself to his feet and sank into the shadows to prowl closer like a cougar on its prey. The icy wind of suspicion chilled his body, and all his hair stood ready, nearly tripping backwards as the kid suddenly bounced to his feet. Impressed shock hit Styler when the boy threw a solid low kick as his shadow opponent; it made him grow even more interested. He inched his way forward, careful to stray from the light, until the boys identity was clear to him. It was that pretty boy. The one who was constantly involved somehow in Stylers affairs. He watched for a few moments as the kid ended his play fight, retrieved a cellphone from the gutter, and searched through some bushes with the deliberate purpose of a mother who lost her child. Stylers cast his grey eyes toward the floor as if he knew what the he was looking for. His lips curled with a fortune finders grin when he caught a glimpse of the shiny plastic backing to a cellular phone. He plucked it from street between his thumb and index finger.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a little car trouble. Can you pick me up? I am on Heartlin street in Old Town,” the boy asked.
He waited for the conversation to end before emerging from the shadows with nothing but his low, almost monotone voice. “Hey. You missing something?” He extended the his hand, the flat plastic piece lay dead center his palm.
Sam had been left alone at the hospital, great. She had come back to the empty waiting room, coffee in hand to find no one in sight. She placed the extra coffee cups on the waiting table and took a swig from her own cup, thinking of nothing.
Still need to do that job
Her inner voice echoed, so the brunette set back down the hallway towards the receptionist but the boyfriend from before rushed by. Maria attempted to smile but just ended up smirking alone for the boy didn't notice. She continued to walk down the dreary hallway and out the door towards the nearest Tram stop but a cab beat her.
"Since when did you all start to pull up on your own?" Maria questioned but the cabby ignored her question.
"A tad bit late eh miss?" The guy was young enough but too old to be in highschool.
"Yes, it is," Maria was startled by the man's change in topic, "Flaura Banks please."
"Of course miss," OF it being dark, Sam didn't notice the man's smirk.
A silence overtook the cab as the man made several turns down several different roads. THe driv was long and overbearing but Sam did her best to stay awake.
"Sir how close are we?" Sam asked drowsily, she just brushed off the fact of it taking so long.
"Mam we jave arrived." The man pulled his cab up to a lone warehouse type of building.
"This isn't my stop," Sam rubbed her eyes, "You must have taken a wrong turn up there silly!" She laughed, what was wrong with her? A smell she hadn't noticed yet filled the car, and her cabby wore a gas mask oer the lower part of his face. But Sam didn't notice this for she was too uppity to care, she soon drifted off to sleep in the back of the car.
"Sleep tight Miss. Ma-ri-a," The guy chimed.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
** Hey, Teddy, if Ech doesn't post soon I'd just post with you and Alex speaking to the police or something. Same goes to you, Billy. We can say that Emily is in a coma or lost a lot of blood. Until she posts again, that is. **
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