[Jacob]

*Setting: Iraxx smirked, sat up in the hospital bed, as he looked at the papers headline, looking around to make sure nobody could see his glee whilst reading the heading 'Abraham Conrad - Out of control defect?'. On the front of the paper was a large picture of Abraham, looking less than happy and as the Commandor read on, he could see why. Apparently the Head Councillor had:
"Had trouble with answering certain questions - more specifically about the eleven Councillors and their families, all of whom are rumoured to be dead on his orders."
Placing the paper down on his lap, Iraxx then leant for his glass of water, picked it up and took a sip out of it, all the while smirking at the news coverage of last nights events. Turning the page he then saw another large photo of a Councillor, but this time it was the Chief Medical Councillor, who seemed to be clutching his bleeding ear. The following report on the incident seemed to highlight many interesting points, such as what would have happened if a crowd of witnesses wasn't around, and what would happen to Orkhids in the future if they were to disagree with the points Abraham put across. As he finished reading the news column, he then began to read the other page, one which had a news story regarding a Mudokon who had been institutionalised for saying he had seen the form of Evil itself. Apparently the Mudokon was also claiming Evils true form had caused his skin to boil and pop and him to go blind, even though Medical staff could find nothing wrong with him and thus felt it best to place him in an asylum for the mentally and physically damaged. Iraxx scoffed, knowing full well that those asylums were the worst place an individual, sane or insane, could go...*

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*Setting: The room seethed with dirt, Cockroaches scuttling around the edges madly, trying to find some food to satisfy their seemingly insatiable hunger. The lone lightbulb flicked wearily, the Moths flying around it becoming tired and thus slowly begining to fly lower. With every final effort of light coming from the bulb, the small being sat in the middle jumped slightly, nervously quivering as it looked around at the Cockroaches, which seemed to circle her, nearing with every flicker of light. Her ruby red eyes studied them fearfully, wondering what they wanted, wondering if they were checking to see if she was still alive, and if not, feasting upon her. A gentle sob came from her, she was no older than thirteen and was forced to sit in the dark and smelly room, naked, because of something she was interested in. Magick. In the dark shadows, an adult, Alexie watched her, his cheeks streaming with tears and his eyes so full of water they could barely see. He couldn't bare to see her the way she was, fragile, fearful. With every other sob she would mutter something, as if praying, praying to a God she didn't know for sure existed. Slowly Alexie stepped forward, out of the darkness and towards the back of the small, black haired girl. He saw his right hand outstretch infront of him, a hand masked in a black glove, the hand, his hand, grasped the back of the girls hair and lifted her to her feet. She cried out, tried to fight him off, and he wanted to let go, he wanted to free her, but instead he flung her into the wall and pinned her there with his left hand, squeezing her windpipe as he looked into her beautiful red eyes.*

Alexie: "I'm gonna enjoy this, bitch."

The voice was low and dripping with loathing, but not Alexie's. He tried to fight it, tried to stop himself from saying anything else, tried to stop himself from harming her anymore. But the more he fought, the more he did. Flinging her to the ground he then scoffed as she landed in agony on her elbows and knees, crying out for him to stop. Then, with a swift kick to the stomach, he subdued her sobs, making them muffled grunts of agony instead, as she tried to catch her breath.

Alexie: "NOOOOOOO!!"

Bottles smashed and glasses tumbled, as he awoke to find himself, not in the dark and dingy room, torturing a younger form of his ex-lover, but in the bar, his head resting in his arms on one of the tables to the back of the bar. The barstaff and customers alike all turned to see what the commotion was, sighing heavily upon realising it was Alexie. They were used to his sleep enduced outbursts, but it didn't stop them from wishing they could help him in some way. Climbing to his feet, Alexie muttered something under his breath as he ran his right hand through his hair, looking at his left as if expecting to see something wrong with it. He then crouched down and began picking up the shards of glass left behind from the shattered bottle, still muttering to himself as tears began falling from his eyes.

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*Setting: Janek's black, ankle length coat flapped behind him as his walking became quicker and more focused. The shadowy, barely occupied corridor caused every step that he took to be echoed loudly. The entire corridor seemed more like some kind of abandoned hospital rather than a hotel, and it was through sheer desperation that he had obliged to meet there. Turning his head to face each door as he passed it, he squinted slightly, trying to spot the number of the door behind his darkened glasses. He mumbled the numbers to himself lowly as he did so, as if keeping a mental checklist. Carefully he stepped over a sleeping Mudokon, who was huddled under a dirty brown blanket and snoring loudly. A couple of doors later Janek had finally found the one he wanted, number 231, on the second floor. Bringing out his right, black, leather gloved hand he rapped the door three times and stood awaiting anxiously, looking up and down the corridor at the undesireable beings that lived in the hotel. Slowly the door opened, the creature behind the door obviously an Orkhid and upon seeing Janek he sighed a loud sigh of relief and opened it wider, allowing the Scientist pushed himself through and then step further inside the room, looking around.*

Janek: "This is it? On your salary this is the kind of room and hotel you go for?"

The Orkhid turned around, smiling weakly. He was tall and skinny, his brown hair shaggy and his blue eyes bag-ridden. Wearing a grubby white t-shirt and jeans he slowly walked further into the room, which was barely furnished, placing his hands in his back pockets.

Male: "It does the job, nobody bothers ya and the landlord hardly notices who comes and goes."

Looking at the room in disgust, Janek growled lowly, stopping suddenly when he saw the laptop on a small table with an image of some lush ground on it.

Janek: "Is th..."

Male: "Yep. It's interesting, i'll tell ya that. Heh."

He smiled, wandering over to the small fridge and pulling out a can of Coke. Slowly the Orkhid Scientist saunters over to the laptop, half anxious and half excited about what he's going to see.

Male: "Just press the spacebar, i've cut out some of the boring bits, the end parts the most interesting. I tell ya, if my superiors catch me with this shit out of Orkhid premises, they'd kill me, heh, so do what you have to do as quickly as possible and i'll take the disc back and load it back up into the main database."

He took a sip from the can and walked over slowly to Janek, who was staring avidly at the small screen. He was currently watching the Orkhid getting shot by the half-breed, whilst two black, winged creatures fought and another two stood nearby, ready to act.

Janek: "V-Vhat are they?"

He reached out and touched the screen, pointing to the two black figures.

Male: "Well, i'd say Angels..."

Janek turned and looked at him, his right brow raising.

Male: "Well...you'll see."

They watched the screen somemore, watched as the Orkhid fired his Plasma rifle and dropped to the ground in agony after already being shot three times, watched as the half-breed slowly walked upto him, placing her Sniper Rifle on the back of his neck. Watched as, with a blast of fierce white energy, one of the black beings knocked the other away from him, then killed the other two with two blasts of red energy. He then telekinetically knocked the Sniper Rifle from the half-breeds hand and, after what seemed like a short amount of dialogue, held up his hand and stepped forwards, disappearing from sight.

Janek: "Vhat, Vhat happ..."

Male: "I dunno, i've analysed the footage and can't find anything wrong with the feed. When he does that however, there is..."

He leant forwards and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, this then brought up a small panel at the bottom, which looked to be a single, blue, line going across the bottom of the screen, wavering ever-so-slightly. The Orkhid then rewound the footage to when the black figure disappeared and pointed to the line as it viciously sparked into life, zig-zagging furiously.

Male: "That represents the amount of electricity there was in that particular area at the time that Angel thing steps forwards to disappear, and it seems to me as if as soon as its half gone, a mass of electricity, or something like electricity, is released or absorbed. But look, as soon as it goes, the electricity levels return to normal."

Janek nodded slowly, amazed by what he just saw. He then bore witness to the remaining black being stand up, knock the half-breed to the ground and kick the Orkhid over onto his back, they seemed to speak for a couple of seconds. Then the being picked the Orkhid up by the throat and flung him onto the fire, holding him down telekinetically. The Orkhid writhed around, obviously screaming in agony as the fire licked his skin and slowly burnt it horribly. Moments passed and with the absense of movement from the Orkhid, the black figure then turned to the half-breed, and yet more dialogue seemed to be exchanged between them before the black figure formed a ball of blue electricity in its hand and flick it at her, it exploded with a mighty flash and then slowly she fell to her knees, clutching her chest, before falling over as if dead. The being then cast its head upwards, as if looking directly at the satellite, then, with a mighty leap, soared into the air, higher and higher, closer and closer to the satellite, before it disappeared into nothingness, with only a crack of thunder and lightening pinpointing where it disappeared. Janek stepped back, shocked at what he just saw. Was the Orkhid who was giving him this correct - Were those things Angels?

Male: "So, now ya have seen it, my favours paid-off right? I don't need to worry about ya-know-what."

He bounced on the balls of his feet, closing the top of the laptop down and tapping his fingers on it anxiously as he awaited Janeks answer.

Janek: "Does anybody else knov about this?"

The male laughed briefly, shaking his head.

Male: "Hehe, sounds as if ya going to kill me, heheh, but no, no they don't. So, that's it ri..."

*Silenced gunshot*
Janek had quickly drawn out a silenced pistol and fired it once in the Orkhids stomach, he looked at Janek with a look of surprise, looked the Scientist in the face, his cold, death-like face.
*Three more silenced gunshots*
Blood oozed steadily from the chest of the male as he dropped to the floor, black blood staining his t-shirt and hands, as he made an effort to stop the blood from pouring out. Holstering his weapon, Janek then walked past the dying male and picked up the laptop, hoisted it under his arm and headed to the door, intrigued by what the Medical Council would make of this recording.

(OOC: Poopilly!!)