Sighs came from the Orkhid council. Sat in a dark room with little light (Think of the Purebloods in 'Blade') they each looked over the photo's of the murder scene. The Orkhid council consisted of 13 members. There was nothing special about them, they weren't veterans of War or high ranked Scientists. They were merely chosen by the Council before them. These Council members were of the 5th Generation, incredibly different from the 1st this group were more sadistic and twisted. They only loyalty they believed in was loyalty to themselves. At least two of the Councellors had killed some of their family members. Well, at least two that were open about the subject.
It was a wonder that this killing had gotten so much publicity. Usually the Council merely shrugged it off and got a replacement. But the act of rape and torture was enough to rope in the Orkhids. Not only that but the DNA sample from the rectum of the victim indicated Orkhid origin. One lead was that the attacker was sterile and of a 'Xó' blood group. Something that could lead to the apprehension of the killer.
Member #2: "I pressume everything is being taken care of...Iraxx?"
The silver haired member turned his sunken cheeked face to the young Commander. Iraxx smiled and cracked his knuckles.
Iraxx: "Of course sir, you should know that you can trust me by now. Especially with the way i handled
Sasha ...heh."
He smirked as he thought back to the time he betrayed the being that had worked for him. As he did so another valent member across the other side of the table stood up, placed his hands on the table and leaned forwards.
Member #10: "Aye Iraxx. But you seem to have forgotten your failure with Cyrus. Or are you just using your infamous selective memory, again?"
This member was younger than the previous. However, his physical appearance was worse. His brown locks were growing grey at the roots and he was slowly beginning to develop cateracts in both eyes. Iraxx raised his left eyebrow at the being. To him Wyles was as good as dead, and any heckling he recieved from him was not important. The old fool was going to die and Iraxx was going to enjoy hearing of the news.
Iraxx: "With all due respect...Sir, i did my best. It is not my fault that some go missing, some die and others turn up in hospital the next month or so. And besides, one of the Assassins i sent is recovering as we speak and the news he holds will be vitally important for the mission."
The Council member scoffed and sat down. Once all the members had flipped through the photo's and listened to the medical recording. Everything was packaged back and given back to Iraxx whom stepped into the hall way and trudged out to get updates.
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Diluted blood quickly washed down into the drain. The dead body twitching in the communal shower were medical staff went after hours. The victims throat, wrists and stomach had been slashed, allowing blood to quickly escape from the holes and mix with the water that was escaping from the shower head. The murderer watched, smiling contently to himself. Rubbing his own scarred throat, he thought back to his childhood. A tear running down his left cheek as he did so. It wasn't happy, filled with joy or pleasantness...not even by Orkhid standards. Instead it was filled with beatings, injections, electric currents, rapings and so forth. But now he was old enough and it was his 'job' to stop the incidents that were inflicted on him repeating themselves. And all the ones who had tormented him physically, mentally and emotionally...well...they were about to feel the same, 10 fold.
(OOC: Any comments?)