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| RFalque | Oct 22 2011, 05:51 PM Post #1 | |||||||||
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With four of the boys moving out of the first room...in varying degrees of health... Vahn and Stevan were left to their own devices for the time being. It also left only one other way through this basement, the direction Eric decided not to take in his quiet rampage. The hall was just like its twin, without a single winding corridor or side door before they would reach the final door. A single electric light showed them its presence underground, very likely a backdoor into some other connected building, given the amount of concrete tunneling the lost boys were put through. Part way to the door, Eric was just coming back to his senses, groaning quietly in dull pain as he tried to recollect his memories of just what happened. He recalled the swift boot to the head, among other things. He recalled something about Serbia...were they in Serbia?...and Délise. That’s right. They came to rescue Délise. And they had done a damn fine job of it too. As they continued to move, Eric would eventually ask for them to stop, wanting to be put back on his feet before they made it to the door. ”Just let me down here. Give me a minute...” It was the last chance for the rest of them to prepare. Shit...where was it...? ”...Urg...where’s my sword...?” He could only hope one of them remembered to pick it up. Once the four of them were ready(-ish) and opened the door, they would find four particular individuals set up in the room. Two men were surveying a scantily clad Délise, her body in nothing else but white lingerie, similar to many of the girls in the previous room. There was one girl, however, who did not possess the same attire. Andreja sat a small distance from them, her gun still gripped in her hand as her eyes were at first glancing towards Délise and her pair of captors. One of them, presumably Tomislav, possibly the one sitting beside Délise on the couch. Eric would be able to identify him as such, though if the boys waited for his confirmation, they would lose that vital bit of information. The other man stood up and observed Délise intently, greedily, removing his jacket and straightening his cuffs by the time they entered. Plans always lasted right up until encounter with the enemy. Maybe there was a chance for something to go right, for once, on this disastrous mission. Or perhaps fate was not finished breaking their will to go on. There was perhaps one shot at this remaining, before Tomi and Andreja launched themselves into the thick of combat. And this time, it would be for keeps. |
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| Diss | Oct 27 2011, 07:20 AM Post #2 | |||||||||
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“Alright...this if far enough too. Hey, Don Juan, jus' a sec.” Okay, his leg never stopped burning. Hell, hauling Frenchie this far felt like it was tearing his muscles apart...but the burn kept him conscious, for now, as masochistic as that seemed. The pain kept him focused, even through the drugs. Pulling the gun out once more, though, he made sure the safety (or what he thought was the safety) was on before holding it out for the other boy to take. He'd had a gun at...some point...on this entire venture. Phoenix reasoned he probably knew how to use one. The hero? Didn't. So that meant that for this plan...Miguel was the only one he could trust with it. “I know Tomi's Eric's to kill, but this? Les...not take any chances. When we get there. I'll turn around, and I want you to use my shoulder t'steady yer aim, and give that bastard one between the eyes. Or the gut, fuck if I care just...just kill him. Or Andreja. Or someone. Let's just lower the villain population while...while we can. Alright? Now take this...s'from that guard...” It probably seemed a little silly to turn around, but last thing Phoenix wanted was burning gunpowder in his eye. He'd watched enough anime to see that spray effect, even if it was distorted in shows...it was there, and he wanted his eyes, given his sunglasses were long...long since gone. And if this plan worked...Well, Phoenix didn't know, honestly. If they could even take out one of them, they could have a lot better chance of finishing this all alive. “Just don't miss.” When Don took it, Phoenix turned, patted Eric on the shoulder and pushed onward. On to the present. On to when the door opened. Just as if on cue, the male surveyed the room...and quickly put his back to it, glancing at Juan and waiting for him to do his part. It was all he had to do. And then hopefully, with Frenchie and Allstar...Well... They could try for the rest. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Oct 27 2011, 07:59 AM Post #3 | |||||||||
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It was a damn long walk; Miguel’s arms burned at carrying Eric most of the whole way. It was at least a relief for the teen to hear the unconscious fencer start groaning in pain; even if Eric was uncomfortable, at least he was alive. Miguel could only hope the same was true of Vahn. He didn’t want to think too carefully about why that guy, Stevan, had let them leave so easily; he only hoped it was really that he couldn’t stop them, and not that the four would-be heroes were walking into a trap. Speaking of would-be heroes – Miguel turned to Phoenix with a raised eyebrow. “Dom has it,” he told Eric, glancing at the other two. Don Juan was a new nickname, and maybe it would have rankled, given who they were here to save, but Miguel had far too many other more pressing concerns to bother being upset by it. “What?” He stared down at the gun. Another gun, when last time it had ended with Andreja taking it from him like he was a particularly stupid child shaking a rattle? The other four had all killed already today; Miguel was all too painfully aware that he had not. But could he? When given the choice, could he really shoot someone across the room, even someone responsible for the kidnap and likely torture of someone he cared for deeply? Phoenix gestured at him with the gun, and Miguel took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, I’ll – I’ll try,” he gripped the gun tightly, too tightly. Yi had told him to watch his grip, but it was a hard thing to do. What if he tried and missed? What then? Phoenix turned as soon as they entered the room and Miguel raised the gun. He had to try – he had to. At this distance Miguel just had to desperately hope he could make the shot. Délise was close to the man he guessed had to be Tomi, the one sitting beside her on the couch. He didn’t have enough time to over-analyze, to try and correct his shot. He prayed – desperately – that he wouldn’t hit Délise and as the attention in the room shifted to them Miguel pulled the trigger. Nothing. There was just nothing. And it was too late – Tomi was already moving, his gun already pressed to Délise’s head. Miguel’s eyes went wide, and the gun slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor; so much, Miguel thought bitterly, for his last shot. ----- Andreja’s hand tightened on the barrel of her gun and she shifted. Five fucking seconds. Count down. She couldn’t miss. She couldn’t hit Délise. Four. Fuck, she didn’t have the fucking training for this but she would fucking try. Three. She had to do fucking something – she couldn’t let this fucker take Délise and do fucking god knows what to her she just couldn’t. Two. One and the door fucking burst open. Andreja spun towards it, lifting her gun reflexively and pointing it at the four fuckers entering. Shit. How the hell had they gotten here? How the fuck was it possible for them to follow her and fuck everything up again. The one whose nose she’d broken, the idiot whose gun she fucking held was trying again – she saw him squeeze the trigger but nothing happened. His gun dropped to the ground. Fuck! Where the hell had he even gotten another gun? Fucking idiots. Fuck. Fuck all of them. Maybe she should have fucking killed them. They had fucking ruined her last goddamn chance to stop this, and now – Joel was already yelling, the fucking idiot. "Tomi, what the hell is this? What's going on?" His nearly buttoned cuffs were abandoned, and he was edging towards the front exit, eyes fixed on the four bloody boys as he went to make his escape. Andreja glanced back over her shoulder at Tomi and Délise. Shit. This was fucking bad. This was so fucking bad. She took a few steps back, keeping her gun trained on the four at the door. She didn’t glance behind her, just slowly, steadily made her way back to stand at the edge of the couch next to Tomi and Délise. If any of them moved she would fucking fire. She didn't have a choice. Edited by Opportunity Cost, Oct 27 2011, 08:06 AM.
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| Glumzambur | Oct 27 2011, 08:27 AM Post #4 | |||||||||
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"Right here," Dom said with a wave of his hand toward Eric. Looks like he was right, Eric would have been looking for it. Passing the weapon off, Dom looked to the other two. The blazing phoenix was talking about a plan to Miguel, and right than and there...a knot filled his stomach. This entire adventure had been full of concocted plans that just didn't work. So the fact yet another one was being made, only made Dom's body twinge in nervousness. No, he wasn't going to bank on whatever it was those two had concocted. It just wasn't going to happen. Taking preemptive measures, Dom had already charged his functioning arm with cryokinetic energy; ready to go in with a plan of his own. A loud bang, and the door was open. Phoenix turned around, and it seemed Miguel was going to use him as an anchor to firing his gun. But the gun didn't fire. How...ironic. Side stepping behind the two to get a clear shot, Dom fired straight at Tomislav and Delise's direction. It was only after he fired, did he realize one very important detail. Tomislav had Delise at gun point. "No...no...no", he said in a low voice of worry; praying by some miracle he hadn't just gotten Delise killed. |
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| RFalque | Oct 27 2011, 10:25 AM Post #5 | |||||||||
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”Miguel! Dom!” Délise smiled brightly as the two boys entered the room, largely ignoring the gun pointing to the body beside her. It didn’t even register to her what they were there for, nor did it register to her she was about to be sold to some scumbag who already escaped through the door behind him (technically the front, back to the students’ point of view). Even as Tomislav thrust a gun to her head and forced Miguel to drop her own, she was still smiling at her would-be saviors. To further worsen the schism of reality and the state of her mind, Délise jumped off from the couch, pointedly in front of Tomi, and smiled hugely right before Dom’s ice blast hit her square in the chest. The sheer cold stung her visible, her face contorted in shock and confusion as she cried out in pain and discomfort, shivering. Eric, whose body similarly froze at the sight of her deranged sister, nearly exploded in distress and rage when he witnessed everything go wrong in front of him. The gun failing was bad enough, but to see his sister almost turned into a popsicle by someone she cared about drove another painful spike into his mind. Unable to think of any other option, Eric threw himself into Dom and tackled him to the ground, breaking off his cryo beam before he could permanently damage Délise. The enslaved girl fell back against Tomi’s arm, shivering and crying. ”D-D-Dom...I...what’s...” Tomi himself wrapped his own hand around her, rubbing her numbed area to help warm it. Despite the gun still placed to her head, her body obviously now positioned as a human shield, and her wound, she was relaxing and sighing. ”There, there. You’re okay...” Tomi soothed, stepping up from the couch with Délise in one arm and his eyes pointed at each of the boys. Eric and Dom were on the ground, at least one of them barely able to get back up. That left this ‘Phoenix’ and Miguel. Between the two, Miguel seemed the easiest to manipulate. His eyes set on Miguel again, and Tomi spoke, ”How about you all just move over there for now?” Tomi grimaced, motioning to Andreja to pick up Dom and shove him wherever. Délise herself also moved from Tomi, helping Eric up to his feet and carried him to a side wall, settling him down. ”Hey Eric. Are you okay? You look like you pranked someone a little too well.” Délise smiled at him. ”Dél...Jesus, snap out of it...” ”I’ll look at it soon, okay?” She stroked Eric’s bruised eye carefully and affectionately. Finally, she hugged her brother, though her body jerked from the pain of the frost bite. She was forced to ignore it, standing up and moving away from him. Eric was speechless, the tears and despair blinding his vision. He didn’t have any energy left. And as for Miguel and Phoenix, neither of them were out of the woods. Before Phoenix himself had much of a choice to do anything, he’d find another gun to his own head. Not Andreja’s, nor Tomi’s, who still kept his aim on Délise and his eyes at the two remaining boys. It was Miguel, his chamber cleared out and his body struggling, pointing the offending weapon at Phoenix’s body. ”I deeply insist, ‘Phoenix’.” Edited by Falque, Oct 27 2011, 10:25 AM.
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| Diss | Oct 27 2011, 10:46 AM Post #6 | |||||||||
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Click. Click Click. All the broken pieces were falling right out of place, and every single mistake felt like another knife in his side. The gun jammed. Miguel dropped it. Dom blasted Delise...Phoenix had barely turned around, watching the scene in horror as Eric moved first and fast. Everything had just...No. Everything had fallen apart...they were caught, caged, and cornered now...Between Andreja and Tomi...and Delise as a hostage like that. No. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. “...Tomi...you sick bastard...” Phoenix spoke through clenched teeth, his deepset red eyes staring down the man. His hands were trembling...most of his body was. Be it from shock, pain, weariness, fear...Adrenaline. Far too much adrenaline. His heartbeat felt like a thudding bass in his chest, a drum at a tempo that was reserved for a different instrument. His blood felt so thin...maybe it was because he'd lost so much already. It was a wonder the male was standing. It was a wonder any of them were alive. “...I'll gotta respectfully decline...y'see...I've already had my full share of bullshit...so I don't really care to hear you speak one more moment.” It felt like he was grinding his teeth away, but the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. It felt like so many different seconds were coming together in a single one...He could feel the gun. He could tell it was Miguel's. Whether it was trust, or lack of care...Phoenix waited until Delise was preoccupied with Eric, and stepped over to the side. His feet slid into position. Something burned... “So Shut. Up. And. DIE!” He couldn't tell what. He didn't care. With a push of his feet, the BLAZING Phoenix leapt right at Tomislav, as though anyone expected any different...His hand cocked back, his leg bent at an unnatural angle from the jump...But he hardly cared. In a few seconds, Tomi would have a fist in his face travelling roughly eighteen miles an hour, and Phoenix's only regret...as he couldn't hurt him more with it. Edited by Diss, Oct 27 2011, 10:48 AM.
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| Opportunity Cost | Oct 27 2011, 12:36 PM Post #7 | |||||||||
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Just when things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Miguel stared in horror as Délise cheerfully jumped in front of Tomi, stared at the grotesque smile on her face; it felt like his heart was being torn apart as he watched her cry, watched that disgusting mess of a human being rubbing her arm. Even hearing her call out his name hurt worse than Miguel had ever imagined it could. Tomi told them to move and Miguel would have; he didn’t know what more he could do, with Andreja pointing a gun at them and Tomi pointing one at Délise. His body wouldn’t obey, didn’t obey. At first he thought it was just fear, that the horror of the situation around him had locked him up. He tried to will himself to move, even just his fingers to twitch. There was nothing – his throat was locked up, his eyes forced open. Then he began to move. He hadn’t intended to do it; Miguel had never meant to move at all but he was reaching down, his hand was closing over the gun. He tried to struggle, tried to let it go, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even look up, but somehow he thought he felt Tomi’s eyes on him. The realization of what had happened set in and he couldn’t even scream. He wished he could tell Phoenix not to move. His hand was steadier with the gun than it had ever been before, his grip not too tight or too lose, as he brought it to point at Phoenix. He hoped the other student could see the regret in his eyes, the desire to resist at least. Things got worse. Miguel wouldn’t have imagined they could, but they had; he couldn’t see what was happening with Eric and Dom, but he could see Phoenix as the other student charged forward, leaping across the room. And Miguel could feel every bit of it as his finger squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet straight at the back of Phoenix’s head. ----- Fucking fuckhead. Fuck. If he survived this Andreja was going to fucking kill him. Her jaw clenched, and she didn’t even look at Délise. How the hell could she? One more damn mistake. She shifted her grip on her gun, glancing at Tomi and nodding when he gestured to her. She let Délise go in front of her, keeping her eyes on Dom and Phoenix and Miguel rather than the other girl. She grabbed Dom by the arm that had been severed, roughly yanking him to his feet. She didn’t say anything, the muzzle of the gun pressing into his fucking idiotic suit, and pushed him in front of her to the wall, keeping him moving with the gun. Fucking idiot. She shoved him into the wall harder than she had to, making sure his shoulder hit the wall. “Stay still, you fucking idiot,” she spat the words low and under her breath, taking a step back and keeping the gun trained on him as she glanced first at least, then at Tomi. Phoenix took off across the room and Andreja stepped back, half-turning. She kept her gun trained on Dom as she watched Phoenix’s charge, her back to the door. The idiot had been fucking lucky to survive this long; Andreja wouldn’t fucking bat an eye if he died here. |
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| Glumzambur | Oct 31 2011, 04:50 PM Post #8 | |||||||||
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[OOC: Alright here it is, leave me alone <_<] Crap. His aim was off, and he not only missed Tomi but he had hit Delise. Seeing the look in the girl's eyes as it happened, made Dom's heart brake. She was the LAST person he wanted to hit and somehow his aim was off. And yet there was nothing he could do. It seemed as though all control had just escaped from his fingertips, despite just how little that control was. And that's when he collided to the ground, Eric severing the connection of what Dom had started Though as bad as being tackled by Eric was, it was far from over for Dom. In a daze he felt, something or rather someone latch onto him and drag him up. The worst part was it was his ripped arm to boot. Thanks to the block of ice bolted on it, he only felt a burning tingle come from the garish wound. Though with everything else he was feeling, the arm seemed minuscule to the guy. Yanked to his feet, he would further be shoved into the wall and left at gun point much like Delise had moments ago. The threat had been given, and Dom knew better. Andreja would love nothing more than to pull the trigger, and any reason she had to do it would suffice for her. Not even fighting it, Dom let his body rest where it had been forced. He just didn't know what was right anymore, let alone what he was doing. At this point, he was ready to bow out and just let whatever happened happened. No doubt Vahn busting in and saving the day or something. |
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| RFalque | Oct 31 2011, 06:12 PM Post #9 | |||||||||
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Tomi’s eyes narrowed, his face breaking just one drop of sweat. It was all that could be done as Phoenix charged right in front of him. But the boy was stupid. Miguel already has his gun trained on him, and through Miguel’s eyes, Tomi knew exactly where to fire. He knew exactly how to kill him without laying a hand on him. He could feel it in his shared connection, feel the pull of the trigger as Tomi himself felt the push of wind as Phoenix neared his face. He readied to duck at the last minute, to let Phoenix’s dead body float right past his head in creative silence. At least, it better be silence. That music was fucking annoying him the first millisecond it showed up out of nowhere. The bullet fired, ricocheting off one of the walls. The music was still playing. Tomi’s eyes widened, but his body still ducked, pulling out of the way. He managed to evade it cleaner than he expected. It didn’t make any sense. Phoenix wasn’t dead, the music was still playing. The body was further away, and...Stevan. ”I had it under control.” Tomi glared. “Sorry, didn’t see him there.” Stevan glanced at Miguel, his arm covering his left shoulder. He strained it again, and his shot wasn’t as clean as he hoped. Yes, he managed to snag Phoenix’s leg. He managed to pull him off course from Tomi, the spike yanking his entire leg right to the wall and digging in with unbelievable force. The music stopped quickly, though as some would notice, it was not because the bullet struck Phoenix’s brain. Rather, he bumped his head solidly against the wall. A better fate than death, at least. “There’s another one coming, we need to block his entrance.” Stevan walked further into the room, glancing at Délise, then Andreja, then at the other boys, then finally to Tomi again. Huh. It was the first time he saw him away from Délise. Guess he didn’t want any distractions, not that Délise standing there half-naked and smiling wasn’t one. Tomi nodded, and Miguel, incapable of his own actions, walked straight to the doorway and trained his gun into the hall. Sure enough, Vahn was approaching, but he was not prepared to see who would stop him at the doorway. The surprise itself only kept him stuck for so long however. Bullets were only a moderate threat to the Eloc. Bullets against Miguel’s temple, however, were much more. The gun’s aim changed from Vahn to Miguel, and the Eloc would find himself in another crafted stalemate. All the boys were stopped, now. Phoenix was unconscious, Eric and Dom were down and out, guarded by Andreja. Miguel was one pull away from death, and Vahn would have the dream-walker’s blood on his hands if he took another step or motion. Tomi grinned, his glance turning to Délise, ”You must be worth more than I had imagined, for all these boys to come after you.” Smirking, he looked over to Andreja, ”Kill them.” He pointed to Dom and Eric. But Andreja didn’t move. “No.” she said. Tomi blinked, confused. It didn’t make sense to him. At first. Why wouldn’t she kill them? Did she not realize her stake in all this? It was too late for her to have regrets. Tomi grimaced at her, but he did not press the issue. So she wasn’t as trustworthy as he hoped. With an aggravated sigh, Tomi turned to Stevan and barked, “Stevan, do it.” Stevan paused for just a moment, looking at Andreja. He turned his eyes to Tomi, and what felt for like a whole minute, he simply stared before nodding. With a single step, the man reached left sleeve and procured his combat knife. The cold steel gently graced across his left wrist. The cold steel also gently pressed against the back of his neck. The back of his neck... Stevan froze. ”C’est fini, mon ami.” The gun raised against his head, and Stevan emulated, raising his hands slowly into the air. Remy LeFer stood behind him, his eyes covered in the shadow of his narrowed brow. The handgun fit snugly in his right hand, and Joel’s limp and bloody body hung in his left, gripped by the back of his jacket. Right in front of Tomi, Remy tossed Joel’s corpse for the ring leader to survey. A bullet between the eyes. As well as one in his crotch. Which one was fired first was up to one’s imagination. ”What...what the fuck!? How did you...” Tomi shot his eyes to the front door. It was open. But when did that...what the fuck. Tomislav kept silent, calculating the situation. Andreja wasn’t obeying him, and as his eyes shot to her again, he realized just how far she wasn’t going to. He lost her. Stevan...Stevan was trapped. And Miguel...no, Miguel was holding the other man at bay. Phoenix...fuck, Phoenix could be up any minute and Tomi was right beside him. ”Who. Who the fuck...” Tomi glared at Délise now, shaking his arms and head. Délise was just smiling at him. That bitch. That fucking bitch brought all this shit to him. All this shit to him and Tomi and fuck. Fuck. And Andreja. That witch fucking betrayed him. Tomi’s eyes narrowed, rage boiling in his eyes. ”You little whore. You good for nothing piece of shit. You did this to me, all of it. It’s all because of you, you fucking cunt.” Sirens. He could hear sirens. Someone called the police? There was someone speaking on a megaphone, but he wasn’t listening. His head swam in rage and disbelief, his eyes and gun now trained on Délise, whose face slowly carved into a frown. He was going to kill this bitch and Tomi would make sure she felt every ounce of pain she bestowed on him. ”ALRIGHT YOU FUCKING KIDS! YOU WANT TO SAVE HER? SAVE HER NOW!” Tomi pulled the trigger, and Délise’s eyes widened in shock and terror. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Oct 31 2011, 06:27 PM Post #10 | |||||||||
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Miguel wished he could do something, anything – the situation was desperate, and he couldn’t even watch. He wished he could even pull his eyes away, even for a second, to turn and look at what was happening. Instead he could only see Vahn. He couldn’t even speak to the other man; his hand didn’t even tremble on the gun despite the fear he felt, hot and cold at the same time in his veins. He could feel it pressing against his head, and there was nothing he could do. He could hear Tomi yelling – yelling, he realized with a distinct feeling of horror, at Délise. He tried to struggle; he needed to look, he had to look. He couldn’t bear this, this feeling of utter helplessness, of uselessness. He couldn’t even watch as – as what? He hoped, desperately, that they weren’t too late – that one of them could save her. And he couldn’t even watch. ----- “No.” Andreja’s answer to Tomi’s question was simple. Fuck. Délise was away from him, and this was fucking over. She kept her gun trained on Dom. The last thing she needed was another fucking idiot fucking this up for her. Fucking idiots, all of them. Fuck, she should just shoot them, but this had gone fucking far enough. This had gone fucking far enough a long time ago. Andreja’s time was fucking up; if this ended and Joel came back and took Délise – she couldn’t fucking – fuck. She was such a fucking idiot. She really fucking was. Damn but it would have been easy to just shoot fuckhead. Really, really, fucking easy. Andreja turned the gun on Tomi instead, pointing it towards him as he commanded Stevan to move. She looked back at Stevan, jaw gritting. Fuck, she didn’t have enough strength left to – Andreja’s eyes widened. She couldn’t fucking help it. She’d never have thought she’d be glad to see that fucking terrifying Frenchman from the party but right now he was a god damned gift from fucking god. She nearly fucking grinned at the sight of the dead Joel, a twitch tugging at the edge of her lips despite it all. Tomi was yelling, ranting. There were sirens; Andreja could just barely fucking hear them. She dropped the gun to the ground. Fuck, she was so fucking goddamn tired. She could barely fucking stand; she’d lost blood too. Too many fucking fights tonight; she kept her eyes on Tomi. He was fucking losing it and Andreja could see where his eyes had settled. Not on her – on Délise. It wasn’t that Andreja didn’t think before she moved. She knew exactly what she was doing, with a sort of grim determination and a scowl on her face. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. One step was all it took – one step to put herself in the path of the bullet heading towards Délise. There was silence after that, silence but for the ringing in her ears. Andreja coughed – blood bubbled over her lips. She could see the same neat hole that she knew was in her chest blossom onto Tomi’s, red spilling out over his shirt - the last thing she fucking saw as she dropped to the floors. Fucking idiots, all of them. Edited by Opportunity Cost, Oct 31 2011, 06:32 PM.
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| RFalque | Oct 31 2011, 06:57 PM Post #11 | |||||||||
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Why...why could he feel it. It stung. Something struck him in his shoulder and...shit. No. Shit. Why did...Andreja. That...fuck. Tomi stared blankly, his right hand gripping against the wound right below his shoulder. Blood, pain, and the realization of a swiftly approaching Grim Reaper sent him to shock. This wasn’t how he was meant to go. He needed to...Fuck. He could concentrate. He couldn’t think for himself, let alone Miguel. Let alone Délise. Let alone for anyone he could turn into a puppet Tomi fell back against his buttocks, slipping right from under his feet in a delirious haze. He was cold, and he was losing blood. He stared at Andreja, her own body limped on the floor. He gazed at Délise, one last accusatory glare before his own neck gave out. He could only see the ceiling, and amidst chocking on his own seeping blood, he begged for the last man who could help him. “...Stevan...” Stevan dropped his hands, Remy’s gun still trained on the back of his head. He watched between Andreja and Tomi. Both of then were dying. Tomi was begging for him. He could feel the steel break away from the back of his head, Remy turning to the back door at Miguel and Vahn. ”You two, get inside. Vite.” Remy looked back at Stevan, ”I didn’t call them...?” “No. I did.” Steven blinked and stepped forward. Not towards Tomi, but towards Andreja. He knelt down and observed her body. She was still alive. Thank God. From underneath his jacket, Stevan pulled out his surgeon’s kit once more. This would probably end in both of their demise, but it was what he owed to her. “You’ll never admit it, but you did good.” Stevan yelled out in pain, slowing his work down as he tried to stitch Andreja at least partially back together. It would be a mess job already, but the simple reflection of everything he did was taking its toll on his own body. Stevan grit his teeth, persevering as hard as he could. It was enough to stop her bleeding but it wasn’t enough to keep the inevitable break in his arm. He could feel it, all the damage in his bones as he twisted and pulled and tore at Andreja’s muscles. Vahn’s bolt...it would do more damage to him than Vahn would realize. His left arm limp, Stevan struggled back to his feet over a quiet Andreja. Tomi was still alive, gurgling and struggling just to stay alive. His eyes no longer bore hatred or smugness, but a very acute sense of mortality and fear. If anyone wanted to offer him a few last words, or perhaps a coup de grace, now was the time. Minutes later, three men came in from the front door, two of them dressed in suits and third, in the center, in something akin to futuristic power armor. Or at least that’s what it appeared to be, a dark frame of ceramic plates and more elastic material in between. A helmet of several optic scopes and lights obviously designed to see in whatever conditions. In its hands was an odd weapon, like a heavily modified tactical shotgun. The man in black armor spoke to Stevan directly, though not before surveying the other boys in the room. ”Should’ve called for an ambulance instead.” “Captain.” Stevan motioned to salute, but he quickly thrust his arm back in the place of his left shoulder, like he was trying to hold it up. ”Please, I’m the one in charge here right now. Michael’s in the back with the other girls. Interpol’s stormed the other points, Michael will want to debrief you.” “...Right.” Stevan looked over the other boys, his eyes shifting uncomfortably. “Make sure she’s safe, okay?” ”Miss LeFer? Yeah, her brother’s trying to console her right now. She’s hysterical-” “No. Her.” Stevan turned away, struggling down to the back door and out into the hallway. ”...Right.” The man in black went at ease, his first steps to the gathered boys. ”You’ve all been through Hell, it looks. Guess playing hero isn’t all its cracked up to be.” |
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| Vahn Eloc | Oct 31 2011, 07:11 PM Post #12 | |||||||||
Pecking Order~!
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Vahn was running down the hallway. He had to get there. How fast was Stevan? Wasn't he injured? Damn it all. He had to kick up the speed a little bit. He was hearing gunfire, and soon enough, Miguel was in the doorway, holding a gun toward him. Vahn slid to a stop as he looked over Miguel Was this really happening. Vahn's orange eyes narrowed in on Miguel. "Don't do this, Miguel," he said calmly, panting a little bit. "It's me. Vahn," he looked as his arm moved. The Eloc took another step, and the arm continued it's motion, coming to Miguel's head as Vahn stopped again, his eyes widening at the shock of it. He didn't care if he got shot. He could take it, and he was sure that Miguel couldn't aim that well, but a point blank shot to the temple? What in the Nine Hells was going on here? He had left the group for five minutes, and everything goes down the drain? He listened. It was all he could do- listen and wait. He heard Andreja tell who he assumed to be Tomi no. He smirked a little, though it wasn't big, or noticeable for any means. Something was happening, and after a moment, Tomi was yelling, and there was police sirens, and then Vahn heard the gunshot as he watched with his orange eyes of fire over Miguel. He seen it happen. Andreja took the bullet for Delise, and Vahn looked at Tomi go down, landing on his ass. Call it a hunch, or some sort of intuition, but Vahn pressed past Miguel, almost checking him into the wall, half jumping over him into the room. Vahn jogged up, looking down upon Andreja. "I didn't call," Vahn shrugged before Stevan's answer. He looekd to the old man as he blinked. It would seem that Stevan wasn't with Tomi, and it made Vahn feel bad about shooting the older man, but at the time, he had to do what he had to do. There was only one person left to take care of through all of this. This chaos and noise. Tomislav. The Eloc turned on heel, away from Andreja and Stevan and snagged Tomi's upper body from the ground before tossing it back. He balled up his fist, brought it up as his Anekian Form overtook his body. He slammed his fist down. Into the ground next to Tomi's head as his form faded almost as fast as it had come. "That's from Harris," Vahn told him, letting him lay there as he turned back to the scene. Vahn walked over, overlooking Stevan, leaning down next to Andreja. He didn't say anything. The look in his eye would be the same one that she always seen. Orange fire, looking down upon her with a soft chuckle. "Didn't mean to rub off on ya' a little bit," some of Vahn's American accent coming out for a rare moment before the door was kicked in, a massive ceramic plated man walking up with a massive weapon that Vahn looked at for a moment before turning to say something to Stevan, but he was already gone. The man in the armor spoke now to them as he turned. Looking around him, he was the best looking of the bunch. "It never is," Vahn sighed under his breath. |
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 The Martial Artist "If you think a thing is impossible, you will only make it so."  The Gravity Tracuer "Simply put, I am good at it."  The Summoner "The Summoners are the practitioners of a sacred art..."  The Caged Phoenix "I will do what I do best- survive." | ||||||||||
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| Glumzambur | Nov 6 2011, 09:35 PM Post #13 | |||||||||
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Standing there in the after math of everything that had occurred, Dom had never felt so conflicted. Here they were, having ran around like a bunch of hooligans trying to save Delise. They had believed Andreja was the enemy, having allied herself with the pedophiles. And yet in a agonizing jab of irony to the ribs, it was she that had saved the day. He should have been happy though. Right? Delise was saved! And yet...he wasn't. In his own selfish desire, he wished it had all gone down differently. However it's not like he could do anything about it. The whole journey had saw to that. Time to go, the man in black would collect the boys; speaking of having endured hell. Hell? Dom had been to hell, and to be honest that was an interesting experience in it's own right. Even so...he was ragged. He was bloodied and beaten. And the worst part was as he stood there with his injured arm in hand, he could only feel a sense of helplessness. That was just it. They weren't heroes, they merely played them because they had fancy talents. This was the first time Dom really question if what he was doing at the school was right... |
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| Diss | Nov 7 2011, 10:22 AM Post #14 | |||||||||
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It was a lot more simple than his life flashing before his eyes... Phoenix's leap of faith was cut short. The pain he'd been expecting...was nonexistent, replaced, instead his leg burned worse than when it had been broken the first time. The nerve endings felt shot and shot again...Fried like actual fire had spread along his insides. He gasped, but that was all he had time to do, barely able to recognize what had happened as the floor and ground rose up to meet him. His head connected sharply with the tile, brick and mortar, and his vision was the only thing that flashed. White, in a daze, his ears rang... Then silence. The music ground to a halt...his vision, his hearing. Phoenix's awareness of the world around him passed into blackness, just as the shot that changed it all rang out. For all his effort, maybe he'd changed the course of things for the better. Maybe he'd only complicated a situation that was on it's way to resolution. Either way...he'd not just sat by...He didn't just do nothing, and that was good enough for him. Heroes weren't made because they could throw cars, leap buildings, fly through the air. Heroes weren't the guys in spandex, stopping bank robberies... A hero was someone who gave their all for the sake of another. And that was the code Phoenix lived by. They may have been the most motley crew Frenchie coulda found...But there really wasn't anyone else Phoenix would have wanted to stand beside, when the chips were down. Now...only if he made it out of this alive. His ears rang painfully...that's how he knew he hadn't died yet. But his vision was blurred more than it should have been as he tried to roll onto his side, crying out in pain as his leg shifted. “Ffffffuck...A little help...you wonderful bastards...” Of course, the muttering was quiet...and in chinese. Most of the assembled party without their translators wouldn't catch it. That was a good thing. |
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| Opportunity Cost | Nov 7 2011, 03:21 PM Post #15 | |||||||||
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I'm a time-traveler! I travel forward at the miraculous rate of 60 seconds per minute
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The fucking blackness was calling her; Andreja could feel it, this fucking weird tugging sensation. Fuck. Last time she’d died it had been way more fucking painful. This time it was… quieter. Fuck, she didn’t know. Fuck all these words and feelings. She couldn’t fucking feel anything – Except then there was jolt of pain, then another, then another, then Andreja could feel it all through her fucking body, and she gasped for breath, jerking. Fuck, it fucking hurt so bad! Her god damn shoulder – her whole entire body – it all hurt. She couldn’t even move her fingers. She couldn’t fucking move at all, the pain was so bad; she could just make out Stevan leaning over her, along with – fucking spiky-haired idiot. When the hell had Vahn gotten here? Even in her semi-delirious haze Andreja could just barely make out his words. Rubbing off on her – that fucking idiot… she wanted to respond, but her eyes were trying to slide shut again. Clinging to consciousness was a fucking battle, but the darkness was calling and she just wasn’t fucking ready to go. Not yet. ----- Miguel’s arm was his own and it dropped as fast as possibly, the gun clattering to the ground. Délise – she was the only thing he could think of. She was alive; that as the first thing he saw. She was hysterical, she was splattered with blood and half-frozen but she was alive and he couldn’t think of a better sight in the entire world. Andreja – Andreja! – was lying on the ground next to her, a bullet wound in her shoulder. Miguel hadn’t seen what had happened, but he knew enough; as he’d stood there, controlled and useless, even preventing Vahn from helping, Andreja had been the one, out of all of them, to save Délise. The sense of helplessness was near over-whelming. But there was still one thing he could do. He’d finally reached Délise – he reached out, tentatively, setting his hand on her arm. “Délise?” Miguel’s voice was shaking, he realized; he was still crying. “It’s Miguel,” he faltered, not sure what to say. What could he possibly say to her, now, after everything? Her arm pulled away and he rubbed his face with his hands, dragging his fingers over aching skin. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s – it’ll be okay, you’re safe…” Finally she seemed to calm a little, and, slowly, Miguel tried to put his arms around her, very lightly. He wanted desperately to comfort her, to at least have done something but the last thing he wanted was to make it worse; he’d already done more than enough of that tonight. Things moved quickly then, too quickly, men bursting in through the door; Miguel wasn’t sure he could keep track of it and he didn’t try very hard. He knew he got his gun back at some point, that someone was taking care of Phoenix; he caught a glimpse of Dom, standing there gripping his arm. No – no, playing hero really hadn’t been how Miguel imagined, not at all. |
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| RFalque | Nov 7 2011, 10:44 PM Post #16 | |||||||||
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”Ouch. Cassé?” “Got hit hard fighting the big guy over there.” Stevan motion to Vahn. “The rest...was my fault.” Remy chuckled darkly, silencing himself almost immediately, ”Seems tout le monde made their screwups aujourd’hui. Some of the safe houses were empty when we broke in.” “...Fuck.” Stevan rubbed his eyes. It meant they escaped. It meant that if the place was empty, there were still...how many years of work for naught? How many lives now thrown away, permanently? Those monsters, monsters like Joel, with God knows how many of these girls collected in their palms. And the last connection to them severed. The last connection bleeding on the floor, waiting to die. Tomi was too dangerous to even contain, to even interrogate. Their one avenue was removed. Stevan simply watched his ex-boss, his faux boss, still struggling on the floor. It looked like he could still live, like we was ready to get away. Vahn stopped him, however. Tomi didn’t dare move once the floor by his face cratered inward. But someone did. As Miguel tried to shake down Délise, Eric set his sights elsewhere for now. The blade in his hand again, his body still rough but not destroyed like Phoenix’s or Dom’s, he lurched his way at a snail’s pace to Tomi. His eyes bore no expression, no rage marked his face. But it wasn’t some zen calmness. No, Eric was just a very good actor sometimes. As he carefully raised his sword and struggled to keep his breath steady, he gave Tomi only one particular glance. An expression of every emotion at once, like a bomb messing up his face. It flashed for only an instant, but it was enough for Eric’s future victim to truly believe he was about to die. But Eric shook. His eyes twitched and his mouth broke out into a frown. He grit his teeth, but no matter the will, he couldn’t bear it. He already killed today because of his rage, and though he could justify what he would do in front of everyone, he would not do it. Even as tears streamed down, and the whimpers of agony hazed his mind of reason, he could not finish the blow. And in the end, the firm hand on his shoulders, Remy’s grasp back into reality, led Eric to break down. He failed. He failed in everything he promised to do. After a minute, Remy spoke up, ”Go to Délise. She needs you the most.” The Swiss moved past Eric and picked Tomi up by the good arm, dragging him in one hand with Joel’s corpse in the other. Eric turned to him, ”Where are you taking them...?” ”I’d like to give them a burial.” Eric blinked, his face turning to worry, ”But he’s still alive.” Silence. Remy continued to walk away, both men in hands. Tomi, realizing his fate, made one last struggle, jerking his leg slightly, but constantly. Whether he was truly trying to break free, or just inform Remy he was alive, it was hard to tell any more. ”Remy, he’s alive!” ”...Yeah.” Tomi struggled just a little harder in the assassin’s grip. *** Délise could barely handle control over her own body, the many hours she wished to scream and cry only now breaking out. She fell on her back, her legs and arms almost new to her once more, but the worst feeling of it all was the touch on her skin as Miguel tried to reassure her. It felt like fire licking away down to her bone. She felt pain as he approached more than anything else. But eventually, that pain transformed into despair. She couldn’t speak, not now, not when despair was all that guided her voice. She was not hurt, she was not raped...physically. But the very bends and twists against her mind, the residual conditioning Tomi kept on her psyche...it all broke out in horrific feedback, as the source of it all disappeared. Everything felt wrong. Even the air she breathed made her terrified more than anything else. And even though she managed to allow Miguel to hug her, it was still the greatest hurdle of her life to trust him. To remotely trust anyone. Her own arms hugged her as well, her body locked in a tortured ball. Not only did she feel wrong, but she also felt wrong about feeling wrong with Miguel. She was afraid everything changed for her. Backup came, and eventually Eric took Miguel’s place to comfort Délise. He managed a slightly more firm hug, and Délise was finally calming down. Or rather, she had exhausted herself to sleep. The quiet girl hung limp in Eric’s arms, and the boy cried in shame. All he could do was check to make sure she breathed. Check to remind himself that she was alive, and that was all that mattered. That the sister he loved was safe again. |
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