It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding

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It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding; Ashes vs. Multiplicity
Topic Started: Dec 13 2008, 02:51 AM (31 Views)
OminousShadow87	Dec 13 2008, 02:51 AM Post #1
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	I've had this concept in my head for awhile, since I finished Ashes's origins...close to a year ago now eh? I got so busy with school and work...after some quick editing with Stasis's story, I'll be doing this next.



OminousShadow87	Dec 13 2008, 06:57 PM Post #2
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding Operation Multiplicity Assignment: Rescue Hostage, Detain Special Agents On Assignment: Marcus Hart My mission was simple. There was a special, Eliza Smith. Until recently, the company had only been monitoring her. There was a suspicion that she had been involved in several bank robberies but no solid evidence was presented. Now, it seems she has kidnapped her boyfriend and holed up in a church out in the rural Midwest. My job was to bring both of them in; the boyfriend would be mindwiped of the whole event by the Haitian, and Eliza would be held in a cell down on Level 5. For some strange reason, I thought this would be easy. I got within a mile of the church and ditched the car. I wanted to sneak up on the enemy. My cigar case has grown substantially since my first mission: Electricity, Alchemy, Chameleon, Self-Metallurgy, and Fear. All with two vials waiting to be used. Well, there were. I dumped one of each vial except the electricity to make room for my cigarettes. I checked my other weapon, the stanard issue company Pistol and tazer. I had two spare magazines. They told me to bring more, a lot more. I brought more packs of cigarettes instead. I swallowed a vial of Chameleon's blood and ran towards the church. Even if someone was on the lookout, they wouldn't be able to see me. I kicked down the door, pistol in one hand, tazer in the other. Inside, the pews were filled. There was a wedding going on. But something wasn't right. The priest looked at me; it was a woman, Eliza. The bride turned to look at me; Eliza again. The groom turned around; he was gagged and his hands were duct taped together. Then all the filled seats turned around to look at me; they were all Eliza. I was screwed. More coming soon!



OminousShadow87	Dec 13 2008, 07:35 PM Post #3
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	I stood there, completely motionless, my arms both outstretched holding weapons. Chameleon’s ability was still in effect, and as long as I didn’t move, they…she…who knows, it won’t be able to spot me. I had a moment to think how I could get myself out of this mess. What I wouldn’t give for a smoke to help facilitate the thought process. An Eliza spoke up in one of the pews, “Did anyone else see that? It was like a blur opened the door.” Another said, “Yes, but it’s gone now.” The priest closed her book and said, “Back row, grab your weapons. Scour the area just in case.” With that, the entire back row reached underneath their pew and pulled out various weapons; shotguns, automatic pistols, one of them even had an AK-47. They began to get up. I had to think fast. I’m in camouflage, I’m not intangible. If they walk through the door, they’ll walk right through me. I had to think. My right arm was getting tired, the pistol was heavy. If I was a psycho bride bitch with more “extended family” than a Mexican/Italian, and I was getting married, where would I be? At the altar, getting married of course. But what if this wasn’t the first time she went through the ceremony? Maybe she wanted an objective view? Damn, this pistol is heavy. The copies are getting close…I had to make a choice, Bride, or Priest. Then again, they’re so close together…why not both? As one motion, I put the tazer back in my jacket and shot both the bride and the priest. As each bullet hit the target, the target blinked out of existence. Shit. I ran outside and the entire back row chased me outside, bullets whizzing inches behind me. I wasn’t completely invisible while mobile, but it sure was tough to see me. I began doing laps around the church as they chased me, unloading every shell and bullet they had on me. I could only do this for so long; I needed a plan. Fast. Again.



OminousShadow87	Dec 13 2008, 08:56 PM Post #4
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	I hadn’t used the fear inducing ability before, but I had read my friend’s mind while he was the victim of it. But that ability could only effect one of them. What could that do me? Unless I could see the victim’s fear as well. Maybe if I used it on the hostage, I could see his fears, and right now, his fears are Eliza! He should know where the real Eliza is. But how I could pull it off? The camouflage was going to fade any minute. As I made my third or fourth lap, I noticed the back door to the church had been sprayed with bullets. The door had only scratches on it, no dents, no penetration. Now that’s steel craftsmanship, I thought. Maybe I’ll borrow that. I pulled out the vial from the sister that could turn me into metal. It turns out, she can only turn into metal she’s in contact with. So after consuming the blood, I made my way around the church one last time. I ran to the door and practically slammed into it. I made skin to steel contact with both hands, my face, anywhere I could. I went from being nearly invisible to bulletproof just in perfect timing, as bullets bounced off of my back, and one even went back at my attacker, making her blink out too. I grabbed up her shotgun and started firing; the scattering nature of the weapon proved to be a very good killer of clones. I shot my way back to the front door. Every Eliza in the room opened fire. I first looked down at my jacket; I didn’t want any of the vials breaking. But all of my clothes had also become this impervious steel. The constant contact of bullets and clanging didn’t make concentrating any easier, but I managed to down the fear inducing blood. I focused long and hard on the groom. Poor son of a bitch, I almost feel bad for him. Almost. I felt the ability working, the fear was filling his mind. He collapsed to his knees, and then he fell to ground, quivering. I noticed a wet patch on his crotch. I gave a small laugh. But the plan hadn’t worked; I was no closer to finding the real Eliza, and the bullets were starting to leave more than marks. I needed a plan. Fast. Yet again.



OminousShadow87	Dec 13 2008, 09:16 PM Post #5
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	A nearby clone ran out of ammo and through her pistol at me. I caught it and threw it back at her. It slipped out of my hand too early and it was more of a lob throw than anything, but even as it floated weakly over to her, the contact blinked her out of existence. It occurred to me, then and there, that any kind of physical contact, no matter how weak, would phase out my enemies. But I only had moments to spare. I rushed over to the altar where the man was about to be forcibly married, plowing through a dozen pissed off bridesmaids in the process. I popped both vials of blood for electricity, and let loose with as much energy as I could on the ceiling. Just as I reached the groom, the roof caved in from the destruction I wrought upon it. I dove on top of the groom, nearly suffocating him but with my still steel body, I sheltered him from the ensuing collapse. After a few moments and a lot of screaming, the entire church had fallen into shambles. I stood up and morphed back into my human self. The last thing I need is to be stuck as the man of steel. Eliza had already recovered before me and started making clones. I shot them all with my pistol and tazered the real Eliza. Even after being tazered, she still tried to get up. I approached her, lifted her up with one hand, and told her, “I think it’s time we see other people,” then I punched her square in the face, knocking her out cold. Just to ensure she wouldn’t escape, I used my last vial of blood to turn her bridesmaid dress into gold, weighing her down and preventing clones from splitting off from her. I pulled out my phone, went to the address book, pressed 7 for P, and called Primatech, “It’s Ashes. I’m at the church. Bring me some cigarettes, mine are all full of bullets.” Click.



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