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[Jacob]

*Setting: Adele sat on her usual seat in the Councils quarters. Her black suit neatly ironed and her white shirt clean with no food marks on it whatsoever. Her hair was down and her eyes somewhat sparkling. Shuffling through some papers she quickly scanned the report that had been, and still was being, taken of the past 8 hours. The report was basically on the events at the Missile bunker, this was accompanied with a small, round disc which was CD documentation from one of the CCTV camera's looking over the bunker entrance from afar. Quickly finishing her brief look over them she then put them all in a neat pile and prepared to hand them around for her superiors to look over.*

Adele: "Ok, it's ready."

She handed the small pile of documents to the first Council member on her right whilst she set up the surveilance footage. Getting off her chair she walked to the wall behind her and pushed in a small, dark switch. With a small hum a part of the wall slid away and revealed a large Tv screen equipped with a special machine that played surveilance footage. Pushing in a small button with the word 'eject' on it she opened up the disc slot, placed the disc inside and then closed it again. She then went back to her seat and sat down, the screen stayed black.

Gian: "So, Alexie escaped?"

Adele: "Well, that's what i'm about to determine. Forensics could have made a mistake, they're still going over the footage now. This is a copy-disc."

There were some uncomfortable shuffles from around the table.

Wyles: "What about the Commandor?"

She smiled gently and yet tried to be subtle, hoping not to cause any alarm. She had heard that he had not escaped and disturbingly that had filled her Heart with utter joy and relief, even though it wasn't confirmed that he was dead...

Adele: "It seems that the Commandor never made it out. The footage only shows Alexie escaping the bunker before the explosion and even though Forensics are having trouble trying to make head and tail of the charred corpses, we're fairly certain one will be the Commandor..."

Again there were some uncomforable shuffles and, now, murmors. Not because of Iraxx's death, but because the only being they had wanted to kill was the only being that had escaped. Gian handed the documents on to the next Councillor, looked up towards the screen and shouted.

Gian: "PLAY!!"

Immediatly the screen burst into life, showing the entrance from afar. It showed the entirity of the incident, from the deaths of the Soldiers outside, to Alexie and Midian entering, to Iraxx then entering and then only Alexie leaving and about 8 seconds after that the explosion.

Gian: "Vho was the female vith Alexie?"

Adele shrugged and feigned a puzzled expression.

Adele: "We've been doing a background check for her for the past 7 hours based on the CCTV footage, so far we've turned up nothing. We're guessing she's some kind of Mage or Witch who Alexie allied with. That's all we know..."

Member #9: "And the explosion...? How was this caused?"

Leaning forward the Councillor studied Adele, the males white hair gelled back and his eyes covered with sunglass' even though they weren't needed.

Adele: "The fire was caused by the same glass balls found at the crash scene a couple of days ago and the Medical staff caught in the explosion are, like Corz, still burning. All attempts to kill them or put them out have failed...so we're now sure that it was the same female that was reported to have attacked the transport vehicle seen here."

Gian: "Rewind...pause...zoom in 25%."

He called the for disc player to rewind and in doing so called for it to pause at the moment Alexie was seen running from the bunker and towards the car he and Midian had arrived in. He then told the player to zoom in and that it did, he kept the screen on a paused close-up of Alexie rushing out and then turned his attention to Adele.

Gian: "So, the Vitch is dead? He's out there vith no protection?"

Slowly she nodded.

Adele: "Yes, i've already ordered all available resources to do a sweep of the surrounding area, so far we've found nothing, but i'm confident we will. Alexie only had a 15 minute head start..."

Wyles: "It's been 8 hours, Adele...you realise he could be on another continent by now?!?"

Adele: "The nearest continent is Mal and i've already informed all Orkhid contacts on there to be on the lookout. Don't worry...we'll catch him."

As she stated these final words there was a hard bang as the two doors flung open and crashed against the walls, this was closely followed by a hard, raspy voice.

Voice: "No, A-Adele...yo...ou...won't."

There was a eerie shuffling noise as the creature dragged itself in to the Councils chambers and then stared viciously at the female. It was at this point Adele knew she was totally f*cked.

Adele: "I-Iraxx...?!"

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[Jacob]

*Setting: Blood steadily dripped from the males bust lips. His eyes were bruised and a strong colour of purple formed around both. His nose...shattered and smeared on his face. Cuts on his cheeks and forehead dripped blood. He was wearing his tight, black t-shirt with his leather jacket clutched in his right hand, smoking steadily. His left hand had a black, makeshift bandage around it and, like his other wounds, oozed steadily with blood. His stance was off aswell, he was seemingly stood on a slant and winced gently with every intake of breath.*

Iraxx: "Adele...you...*Coughs*...b-bitch."

He made an effort to step forwards but stopped once he realised it was too painful. Releasing his jacket he allowed the smoldering leather to drop to the floor, all the while his eyes studying the female who had tried so hard to kill him.

Adele: "Come, come. Take a seat...you...you have done well. We're...We're so glad to see you alive. You must tell us what happened."

She stood up and quickly rushed towards him, her arms outstretched in a fake show of concern.

Gian: "Yes, yes. Please take a seat, Iraxx, and tell us everything..."

As Adele neared him the Orkhid Commandor snarled, his right arm shot up and his hand clenched the females throat. Squeezing gently. Even though the pain was becoming more and more unbearable, he would have wanted nothing more than to see her eyes pop out of their sockets and her face turn a pale purple.

Iraxx: "This...f*ck...s-she knew...every-thing."

A mixture of blood and spit flew onto Adeles face and body as she struggled to break free from her grip.

Wyles: "IRAXX, LET HER GO!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'EVERYTHING'!? DO YOU HAVE PROOF?? WELL??"

Standing to his feet the Councillor slammed his palms down on the black marble table and raged at Iraxx who gently let go of her and pushed her backwards. Couging, spluttering and wiping her face with the back of her left hand, she looked up at him, her eyes burning into him with a fury so fierce it would have made Wolves turn and flee. But Iraxx stood his ground and explained.

Iraxx: "She...She is in...league...with Demons. She ev...en knew...Alexie wasn't on...his...*Coughs*...own."

Turning the Councillors looked at the female, their throats making a deep rumbling growl as they did so.

Member #2: "Adele...is this, true?"

She scoffed and turned to the Council shaking her head before looking back at Iraxx and replying.

Adele: "Of course not. He's lying. He wants his seat back, thats all. How did you get this information, eh? How?!? From Midian? Ha, don't make me laugh. You need solid evidence, Iraxx...and you have liquid facts."

As she stopped there was a soft silence, Iraxx looked at her, a smirk crossing his face, but as he opened his mouth to speak, Gian interrupted.

Gian: "Midian? Vho is...she?"

This was the moment that Adele realised she had screwed up, glancing at Iraxx and the glee he had in his eyes, she then turned to her superior.

Adele: "M-Midian is...Alexies girlfriend. His lover. But-But it doesn't prove i'm doing anything other than witholding information, sir."

Gian: "No, but the chair vill make sure you have no more secrets...von't it?"

As he said this Iraxx reached to the back of his trousers, grasped his 9mm and then brought it out infront of him. Pointing it at Adele.

Iraxx: "Here's...*Cough*...the remaining...proof."

*Gunshots followed by a 'zap' sound*
As the bullets rushed forward to meet with the Orkhid, her chest area let out a blast of white light. This light destroyed the bullets instantly, turning them into nothing more than air and smoke.

Iraxx: "The...beings that...that you work for...wouldn't...want you dying...now...heh."

She was in shock. She had well and truly been outted and knew that the best she could hope for was death. For if they wanted to make an example out of her, they could do worse, worse things.

Adele: "You know, Iraxx. No matter how much you think you have the upper hand right now. I will have my revenge...and watch as your Soul burns for all eternity in the Hellfires of Dementia..."

Her lip curled up in a vicious snarl, making her once vaguely-innocent look now more twisted and evil. Turning his head slightly Iraxx called for the guards at the door to enter and waited for the Council to give them their orders.

Gian: "Take her avay. Have her held in a holding cell until The Chair is ready...i vant her guarded heavily. Get atleast too other guards to escort her vith you. Now go!!"

The guards stepped forwards and, knowing a struggle wouldn't do any good, Adele raised her hands, waiting for the metal cuffs to latch onto her wrists. She then allowed herself to be grasped under her arms and marched from the quarters and through the Lobbey.

Gian: "Iraxx...take a seat."

The Commandor shuffled forwards uneasily and weakly, upon nearing the chair he practicly flung himself down upon it, wincing in pain as his body ached even more.

Gian: "Even though ve kicked you from our quarters, ve vere alvays going to allov you back if you proved yourself. And that you have. Even though the Medical staff vere, ultimatly, killed through...Adele's thoughtless plan, you...you survived."

The Commandor was tempted to correct Gian on a certain aspect of his sentence, that being that the plan to put the Medical staff in the bunker was his...but he thought it best to hold his tongue. As it would only taint his image anyway.

Gian: "But...ve are intrigued...how did you escape. Ve sav the blast rupture from the entrance...and you...you never appeared beforehand...hov did you survive??"

*Flashback:
Pushing himself against the metallic door the Commandor screamed for his life, his eyes closed as he felt the intense heat rush towards him. But as the tunnel itself began to vibrate, he heard a gentle rattling. Opening his eyes quickly he ignored the blinding light coming from the flames and glanced to his right. A small slate of metal was bent off the wall and led to the small space that was left to allow gas, electricity and water mains to pass through the entire bunker. Ignoring the pain the Orkhid rushed forwards and prised the metal back before diving in and pushing himself against the pipes. The flames rushed past, their temperature so hot that it steadily began to melt his jacket...making it smolder softly.*

Gian: "Ahhh...vell done, Commandor. For the quick thinking alone you deserve a break. Get fixed up...vhen you get back ve'll need you to go to a couple of conferrences. Oh, and you'll be checking the applications and interviewing the applicants for a nev Spokesperson...try and do a better job than the past interviever, Iraxx."

***

*Setting: Her heels clicked on the Lobbey floor as she was practicly dragged to the entrance were she could see a large, black van awaiting her. Looking around at the other creatures watching, she sighed and shook her head. She was so close. So very close. Glancing behind her she noticed two other heavily armed guards guarding her rear, their eyes staring dead ahead as they grasped their rifles in their hands. But as they all continued moving forward a short screech came from above and from the first-floor balcony a creature flung itself off. It sailed gently downwards, curling in a ball and spinning once or twice as it flew through the air. With a cheeky smile Adele's Heart lifted, she was saved. Landing on its feet the creature leant on one knee with its head down. It was clear it wasn't Orkhid, or any other race or specie the continent of Mudos had seen. Its skin was a dark red and from the back of its head three bleached bones were apparent. Slowly it stood, the beings form feminine and slender and her breasts firm and supple. It was Basium. She growled lowly as she looked at the guards holding Adele, opened her mouth and gently said...*

Basium: "Duck."

The two guards at Adeles side were puzzled at first, but once Adele immediatly crouched down they realised what they being meant. This was too late however as, as soon as she had said this, she span to the right and performed a spinning head kick with her right foot. The two guards immediatly fell to the ground, dazed. Cocking their guns the other two guards prepared to take fire, but with an apathetic look the females eyes flashed white and the clothing of the guards immediatly shone brightly. The guards screamed and dropped their weapons, flailing about wildly as they felt their clothes get burnt off of them. But ignoring them she hurridly reached down to Adele, concious of the previous guards who were now about to shoot. Grasping Adele by the shirt coller she pulled her close and then wrapped her left hand around her waist.

Basium: "You're in the shitter..."

It was at this moment that the two beings bodies bamfed into red mist which then swirled gently outward before disappeaing completly...

[Jacob]

*Setting: The music played gently in the old, rickety bar as the punters talked amongst themselves. The bar itself was small in height yet quite big in length and width, as big as a large Bungalow or Cottage infact. Tables and chairs were placed near the walls so that the drunken customers didn't fall into them. The serving bar was in the middle of the building and square, so that punters didn't have to wander over to a certain part of the building to get a drink or some food. The customers ranged in race and social rank, from the mere escapee Slaves who worked in the bar for money, only to drink it all away when off work to Bikers who could drink like Whales and spend like Aristocrats. The bartenders were all Mudokon and the glass collectors Sligs. This bar, being on the outskirts of Mudos, wasn't run by the Cartel. Instead it was a small, independant place, placed were it was so it was easy access to creatures who weren't really fluent in corperate speak. A sigh came from one of the customers who was sat on one of the barstools. The being itself seemingly lonely and desperate as it moped in its seat. An Orkhid. His head in his hands he was attempting to drink his sorrows away. To escape from the troubles of reality. It was a grief-stricken Alexie. Looking up he stared at one of the bartenders, his eyes red and sore from crying and his face stained with his, and Iraxx's, blood.*

Alexie: "Get...Get me...'nuther..."

His speech was slurred and his head wobbled about as he tried to focus on the, seemingly swaying, Mudokon.

Bartender: "Say, don't you think you've had enough...? You've been drinking here since we opened...and the stuff you're drinking won't do you any favours."

The creature shrugged and looked around the pub, his vision blurred through alcohol.

Alexie: "Th...They bin' here...shince...you opened shwell..."

Bartender: "They haven't been having Vodka and Tequila shots though, have they?"

The Orkhid brushed a strand of black hair from his face and shook his head slowly, a muffled sob coming from him as he attempted to stand up.

Alexie: "I-I loved her...sh...shoo much..."

As he let go of the bar and attempted to walk on his own his legs buckled and he quickly fell in a heap on the ground, much to the amusement of the other customers. Shaking his head the Bartender opened the small hatch that allowed him to get in and out of the bar and stepped up to Alexie, placed his hands under his arms and then dragged him behind the bar.

Bartender: "Hay, open the hatch would ya?"

One of the female Mudokons turned around and stepped towards the middle of the floor, pulled a square-piece of carpet away and then unlocked a small secret hatch in the wooden floor before pulling it up. The bartender then descended the stairs that led down into the darkness, dragging the incoherant, paraletic Orkhid with him...

***

*Setting: The smell was almost unbearable, it was a mixture of fear, hate and wrath. Adele looked around, remembering when she had first entered. That time was much less worrying however. On her knees the female waited for the large beast that she was working for to speak to her, currently it just stayed quiet and sombre...only breathing every couple of minutes. The words of Basium kept on playing over and over in her head, and even though she knew she'd be in trouble...she didn't really believe it would be all that bad.*

Being: "Well?"

Looking up into the shadows of were it concealed itself Adele raised her eyebrow.

Adele: "W-Well what? Sir."

Its hands gripped the arms of its stone armchair in anger and frustration as she said this insolent remark.

Being: "WHAT IS YOUR EXPLANATION!?!"

Two glows of green came from the shadows, most likely the beings eyes as it roared the sentence.

Adele: "M-My...explanation?"

Again she didn't know what her superior was on about.

Being: "WHY DID YOU FAIL!?!"

There was a sharp breeze that suddenly entered the area and swirled around Adele, a chilling breeze that made her skin rupture in Goose pimples.

Adele: "Iraxx...Commandor Iraxx survived!! I was SO close!! So close to getting a secure position among them...but he came back...he came back and busted me."

Voice: "We should have never chose her...she's weak...her lack of patience is one of her biggest flaws...as is her secrecy."

The Orkhid turned around and saw Basium stood, leaning on the wall, her arms crossed.

Adele: "It's not my fault that you cannot take out a mere mortal...!!"

A snarl-like-hiss escaped from Basiums vocal cords as she stared at the knelt down Adele in distain.

Being: "Quiet, Adele. You are the one who misjudged him...we believed we had sent adequate Assassins to kill him, but he was stronger than what you had divulged."

Slowly Adele pushed herself to her feet and brushed herself down.

Adele: "Can't you send out another batch of Demons? Or...something?"

Basium: "Are you that ignorant that you haven't learned our ways?"

The Demonic mistress slowly walked towards and around Adele, her eyes looking the mortal up and down.

Basium: "If a Demon is summoned to kill something...and that something happens to survive, then no other Demon will go after it...as far as they are concerned, its untouchable. Its earned its life through surviving the first attack. The only Demons that will attack are Netherealm Knights...and they are untrustworthy creatures...they will devour a whole city...even continent, given half the chance."

Slowly Adele nodded, but cast her eyeline to the shadows, to her superior.

Adele: "So...now what do we do?"

The being shuffled in its seat and once again its eyes shone, more gently this time.

Being: "Adele, you have failed us...and for that, you have to pay. Basium."

He allowed Basium to finish his sentence.

Basium: "Yes. And you're going to pay with your Soul..."

She stepped forwards, her claws retracting as she did so. Looking at the Demonic female and then back at her superior Adele realised she was screwed.

Adele: "B...But wait!! Wait...!! I-I haven't...I-I want revenge on Iraxx!! You can't kill me now!!"

She backed away, stopping when she came into contact with the wall.

Basium: "We told you, we're not aiding you in your pathetic conquest anymore...it ends here."

Adele: "You don't need to aid me!! I'll kill him my own way!! Please!! Please, let me prove to you i can do it!!"

Turning Basium looked at her superior, a low snarl coming from her throat.

Being: "No, Adele...No."

A grin spread across Basiums face as she pulled her right arm back, lined it up with Adeles throat and then threw it forwards. But as it neared there was a bright blast of light emitted from Adele and electricity darted up and around Basiums arm. The Demon screeched and jumped backwards, clutching her wrist in pain. Adele looked down at her body and patted it, shocked that she was still alive.

Voice: "We could do with a little bit of vengence, my dear."

The voice was smarmy and quite posh and came from the front of the room. Turning her head Basium growled lowly, her eyes glowing gently with anger.

Basium: "Leonard..."

There was a slight chuckle from the being as its name was said and slowly it emerged into the light. Its head was that of a Goats, only with three horns, the third being in the middle and, like the other two, bending back. Below his bottom lip grew a, well groomed, Goat-like beard. His ears were like a Foxes and his eyes were inflammed and red. Unlike Basium who didn't dress herself and, instead found it better to perform her works naked, Leonard was dressed in a black suit with a red tie. On his left hand, the second of his three fingers ordorned with a silver ring with a red jewel in the middle. Stepping down the long, narrow room his black shoes clicked on the floor, possibly due to the metallic underside they had, much like tap-dancing shoes. As he neared the female Demon he smirked casually and then turned to Adele.

Leonard: "If she wants to kill him on her own, lets support her and allow her to. It will pave the way for easier tasks if this...Commandor is out of our way for good."

Being: "What do you mean?"

The male Demon turned to the shadow-dwelling superior and caressed his beard between his fingers.

Leonard: "One of my Witches who gets premonitions stated that there is an Orkhid in high command which will ultimatly pose a...annoyance to our proceedures. And going by this, quite perfect, yet failed plan...i'm guessing its him."

Basium: "It could also be her."

Her eyes studied the Orkhid female as she said this, Adele merely looked down and tried to avoid eye contact with the Demon.

Leonard: "Yes. It could. But if she fails a second time i will be more than happy to watch her die...but whilst she's still alive, we might aswell use her. No?"

There was a low grumbling from the superiors throat as he thought about what had just been said. Adele's Heart pounded viciously, pleading silently for a second chance.

Being: "So be it...but if you fail to kill him, Adele. You will pay the price..."

(OOC: Whoo, Leonard. I've changed some of the details of Leonard, but still. Here is a basicness of the Demon himself. Leonardness)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The song 'Bonnie and Clyde' by Jay-Z and Beyoncé played quietly on the radio and, once again, Alexie felt awash of grief seemingly drowned him. Running his hands through his black hair he sniffled, allowing a lone tear to seep from his left eye and run down his cheek. He was sat in the dark, dank basement of the bar with only a radio, old matress and oil lamp to keep him company. The bartender had thrown him down here to sober him up, not wanting a drunkard staggering around outside and bringing needless attention to the lone, independant bar. Staring into the dark shadows Alexie remembered the good times he shared with Midian. From when they were alone together, holding each other to when they enacted their revenge and then to the pain Midian went through as she absorbed his own painful memories and was slowly ripped apart emotionally. Upon her death his eyes and mind had been blinded for a nanosecond, his brain flooded with pain, grief, hatred, frustration and desperation. His eyes flooded with images from his past but, also, hers. His emotions had overflown with every depressing feeling there was and now the only two things he has left are her memory...and, her memories.
*Child screaming*
The sound shot through his head and caused his cheek to spasm softly. A low growl came from him as he clenched his fists and tried to force the sound out of his head, knowing that it was just another memory of Midians forming and making itself apparent. Something he didn't want to deal with right now. Slowly he stood, feeling around the small room.*

Alexie: "H-Hello? Hello!??"

He banged his fists on the ceiling, knowing that the barkeepers were there due to the sounds of footsteps above. Almost immediatly there was a clicking sound from part of the ceiling and upon turning his head Alexie watched as new light cascaded into the room, closely followed by the head of the Mudokon who he recognised as the bartender.

Bartender: "So you've finally awoke then? Come on, out you come..."

He reached down a hand and offered the Orkhid some help. Reaching out Alexie grasped it and allowed himself to be pulled out of the small, dingy room and into the bar again. The smell of the bar made him nauseous as the memories of what he drank beforehand crept back into his mind.

Alexie: "H-How long was i down there for?"

His eyes squinted as he looked around, the bar seemed emptier and the light outside seemed brighter.

Bartender: "Two days...i think...you weren't a very light sleeper though, alcohol probably the cause..."

Alexie: "Two days?! Shit!! Where's my car?"

Bartender: "What does it look like?"

Stepping past the Orkhid he walked to the small hatch that led to the drinking side of the bar and gestured to Alexie to get from the serving area.

Alexie: "Yellow hatchback. Its a hoverer."

He said this as he was stepping to the otherside of the bar and awaited a reply from the Mudokon.

Bartender: "Ahh...it's 'round the back. Joshies fixing it up though, it got broken into whilst you slept...minor damage...nothing too big. You're gonna have to see if anythings stolen though."

A frustrated grunt came from the Orkhid as he slammed his palm down on the bar and took a seat on a nearby bar stool.

Alexie: "When will it be fixed? And how much will i have to pay?"

Shrugging the Bartender answered without speaking, he then turned to another creature situated on the opposite side of the bar and began to serve him.
*Child screaming*
Squeazing his eyes shut Alexie began to tremble as the sound breached his will once again. His Heart rate increased and his breathing became laboured.

Alexie: "Get me a bottle of Tequila..."

He slowly looked up, gradually opening his eyes as the sound seemed to bite its way into his brain.

Alexie: "I want...a...bottle of Tequila."

His eyes locked on to a nearby Barmaid who reached below the bar and brought out a 2 litre bottle of Tequila and slammed it down on the bar top. Annoyed by his tone of voice and attitude.

Barmaid: "That'll be $6.28"

Delving into his pockets Alexie grasped a stash of notes and coins and slammed them on the top, still fighting the sickening image that was trying to form in his head. Looking down at the cash the Barmaid sighed, noticing the money Alexie had produced was pounds instead of dollars. Sifting through the cash she quickly picked up £4.50 and walked over to the till, leaving the remainder of the money behind. And leaving Alexie to drowned his sorrows...for the second time in a week.

(OOC: Not much action...but shtill...feel free to state what you would like to see in future fics.)

[Jacob]

*Setting: After finishing off the bottle of Tequila in under 30 minutes Alexie had once again been thrown under the bar to recover. The blackness smothered him, as if he were a Puppy in a bag. Steadily, the fourth hour came to a pass and softly he stirred in his drunken sleep. Slowly he opened his eyes and allowed the darkness to welcome him into its cold, emotionless grasp. He sat up awkwardly, his head whizzing and the blackness twirling insanely. Fumbling around in the darkness he searched blindly for a bottle to drink from, beit water or alcohol, he didn't care which anymore.
*Shuffling*
Immediatly Alexie stopped searching as he heard the sound come from his right, yet knew nobody else was with him due to the small confines of the room.
*Shuffling*
Backing off from were he heard the sound he snarled lowly and sniffed the air, smelling nothing but Vodka, which in turn made him want to vomit. Opening his, immensly dry, mouth to speak he gently asked who was there, with the reply being nothing but the steady breathing of the being...*

Voice: "Alexie."

It was a hushed, rasping whisper which came directly across from him and sent a cold shiver down his spine.

Voice: "You...left...me."

The pauses were more sinister than the words and as Alexie pushed himself up against the wall even harder he felt the cold breath of the being opposite him dance around his feet which were now peeping from the bottom of the blanket.

Alexie: "Who...*Coughs* are you?"

His cough was brought on due to his lack of saliva than fear or terror, but even though he tried to sound confident and unphased it was clear he wasn't. Slowly two, eye-like, flickers of light became apparent, white at first and then slowly turning a ruby red.

Voice: "I burned...burned for days..."

The rasping whisper lowered its tone of voice into a saddened sigh, the 'eyes' cast downwards and slowly a face began to form from the shadows. But in seconds the eyes had looked back up at Alexie again and the sadness had disappeared.

Voice: "Because of YOU."

Gradually he felt the being move over his legs, and as the face began to develop like a photograph he realised just who it was...

***

*Setting: Iraxx flinched softly as the Doctor sewed up the last of his four scars that graced his severly battered face. The room was small and white, instruments were placed professionally on a small white cloth, which sat neatly on a small metal table. The Doctor was wearing all white, as usual, and had a lone scar running down his left cheek. His gray hair was balding on the top, yet his hands were still immensly hair-ridden. Looking at the, topless, Commandor the blue-eyed Doctor smirked softly.*

Doctor: "She must've really wanted you dead, heh, i haven't seen you so badly beat up before, Commandor."

Iraxx glanced at him through bruised eyes and snarled bemused.

Iraxx: "She went to great lengths, even met with the Witch and Alexie to arrange it..."

Stepping back from the brown, leather, Dentist-like chair that the Commandor was lying on the Doctor gently placed the utensils he had used on the white cloth and looked around Iraxx's face, making sure there was nothing else he could do.

Doctor: "Hmmm, that'll have to do for now. They'll heal over in a couple of days though. So, where next?"

Sitting up gently the Commandor winced in pain as he felt a severe discomfort wrap around his chest and stomach. His left hand had been stitched up and bandaged, as had his right shoulder and nose, but even though most of his wounds had been tended to, he was still in quite abit of pain.

Iraxx: "I think i've got a couple of broken ribs, i'm not sure though."

He looked down at his burnt chest, were Midian had viciously directed most of her assaults, and rubbed the scorched skin softly.

Doctor: "So, just out of interest, where do you think Ms Morgan is now?"

The Doctor asked this as he turned and began rummaging through one of the large cupboards behind him, searching for a minature X-ray device.

Iraxx: "Hopefully hiding away in a cave somewhere, in fear of ever coming back..."

Doctor: "Hehehe. And what about Alexie?"

Iraxx: "Personally i couldn't give a shit where he is, so long as he stays out of my way for the rest of his f*cking life."

Saying this he snarled softly as a twinge in his chest seemed to stab him. The Doctor chuckled and turned back to him, holding up a small Tv like handset with a microphone dangling from it.

Doctor: "Just try and relax for a minute or two, please."

The Doctor proceeded, running the microphone over the chest of the Commandor whilst staring intently at the screen.

Doctor: "Hmmm, yes, you do have a few cracked ribs, but nothing too serious. They too should heal over in a couple of days, check back with me in about 3 days and if there's little to no improvement we'll operate."

He smiled and placed the portable X-ray down on the white cloth along with the other operating apparatus. Slowly Iraxx swung his legs around to the left side of the chair and stood to his feet, grunting softly. The Doctor quickly handed the Orkhid his black shirt and proceeded to aid him in putting it on. As they did so the ceiling seemed to hum and from the left side of the room a small Tv emerged, much like the sets that the Glukkons use for Shrinks, but more compact. Flicking on, the screen then showed the apathetic face of Gian.

Gian: "Ahh, good, i haven't missed you."

Turning to face the Tv, the Commandor looked at the screen intently.

Gian: "Iraxx, your vacation vill have to be cut short, there's been a breakthrough vith the 'O children'. Apparently tvo have reached the final stage prematurely and so the Medical Council are giving a demonstration vith one of them."

The Commandor growled in frustration as the prospect of going home and relaxing for two weeks was viciously cut short. Trying to conceal this emotion, however, he smiled and nodded softly.

Iraxx: "Yes, yes of course, sir. When will this demonstration be?"

Gian: "Four days time. I expect a full report on it vhen you get back, Iraxx. I vant to kno that the Medical Council are spending our money visely."

Iraxx chuckled softly at the subtle fued the Medical Council and the Army Council had. It was a sort of underlying disdain both Councils held for each other. The Army Council believed that any Orkhid not capable of fighting on the battlefield was, in the long term, useless. Whilst the Medical Council believed that brute force alone was not the way forward and proved this with their research. Of course, the Army Council knew that Medical staff were needed, but didn't really realise why the Medical Council trained their employee's for other, seemingly menial, tasks instead of unarmed and armed combat. And these differences both held, led to a bitterness between factions.

Iraxx: "I'll come back with a full report, sir. Don't worry."

Before he could even finish his sentence the screen had gone blank and the Tv set had returned to its concealed placement, leaving Iraxx to rage over the ruin of his time off.

***

Alexie: "M-Midian...!?"

He felt her breath upon his face, her sweet, cold breath. Slowly he raised his hand, as if to caress her face but in doing so he felt the figure pull away and quickly move back to the otherside of the wall.

Alexie: "No, no don't leave. Please. I need you!!"

Leaning forwards he stretched out his hand and sobbed gently, desperate to hold her in his arms and protect her from any harm she may face.

Midian: "You left me, Alexie. You allowed me to burn..."

The reply was a bitter, sour reply. Full of hate and pain. But one that also inflicted pain and emotional torture.

Alexie: "I-I tried to come back, but-but you pushed me aw..."

Midian: "YOU NEVER TRIED HARD ENOUGH...!! I WANTED HELP...YOU LEFT ME!! YOU LEFT ME ALONE!!"

His eyes began to weep and he quickly scrambled forwards, wanting the time to explain, wanting the time to apologise but as he did so light cascaded down on the top part of his body. Looking up he saw a bright ball of burning white light with a sinister vibe being emitted off it softly turning above him.

Midian: "You killed the only person you truly loved, and you deserve to suffer suffer."

The last word echoed and as he gulped meakly the light seemed to explode and engulf him. His skin burnt and scorched and his hair slithered inward viciously, like worms borrowing into the soil...

Alexie: "NOOO!!"

He sat up, sweat pouring off him and tears running down his face. His hair was drenched, as was his bedding. Looking around the black room he whimpered lowly, half relieved it was a dream and half disappointed. For if it were real it would mean that his lover was out there, somewhere...safe. Lying back down he stared up at the ceiling of the small, basement-like room and pondered about his dream and its meanings, wondering if there was any truth to it what so ever...

(OOC: Lets jive!!)

[Jacob]

*Setting: As the Sunlight cast down from its highest point, a large, red hovercar gently sauntered down infront of the building of the small, independant pub. Climbing out of the passengers seat of the car came a female Mudokon, no older than 18. Her skin was a shade of greeny-yellow and her plume a Peachy Orange. Wearing a black velvet coat, white top showing her mid-drift, some blue, shredded, jeans and black trainers the being was far from enslaved. Turning around to face the car she slammed the door loudly, obviously annoyed at something the driver had done.*

***

*Setting: Upon hearing the hovercar land most of the customers sitting at the front of the pub stood and quickly jogged to the back, knowing that only trouble would enter the building when they did.*

Female Mudokon: "F*ck off Carlo, its f*cking over!!"

Shoving the Western-like doors of the pub the 18 year old blasted her way in and stomped quickly towards the bar. Anticipating her order the bartender reached below the bar and brought out a bottle of Tequila and rested it on the counter, he then brought out a shot glass.

Bartender: "Amelia."

He nodded to the female and smiled gently. And wearily. She smiled back, pulled up a stool and sat on it. She then reached for the bottle and, as she went to grab it, watched as it floated from her grasp and settled further down the bar.

Amelia: "F*cking Hell!!"

Turning on her stool she stood irritated by her ex-boyfriend who she had been driven to the pub by. He, too, was a Mudokon. But unlike her he wore a sleeveless, tight, white vest-top and black jeans. The shoes he wore were more like black boots with steel on the front. His arms, muscly and tattooed with spirals, flexed softly and as he took one step forward he shook his head gently from side to side, making his purply-pink plume shake slowly.

Carlo: "Dammit, gurl...we haven't even finished talking and you hit the bottle!? Whats wrong with you??"

As he stepped forwards he raised his hand and pointed at Amelia. Seemingly calm on the exterior but quietly boiling over on the inside.

Carlo: "Now, you're gonna get back in the car...we're gonna talk this out...and THEN we're gonna come and have a drink. Okay?"

Standing to her feet and moving towards him the female shook her head and pointed at him angrily, tears forming in her eyes.

Amelia: "NO, F*CKING HELL NO!! I'VE TOLD YOU, IT'S OVER. WE'RE NOT GONNA GET BACK TOGETHER NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU APOLOGISE OR BEG ME FOR FORGIVENESS!! ITS NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!"

As she moved closer angrily and waved her finger at him in a more intimidating way more tears began to roll down her face. But as she finished her sentence Carlo nodded, turned slightly to the left and then backhanded her with his right hand. He watched as she hit the ground and moaned softly and awkwardly.

Carlo: "I DO NOT beg for your forgiveness, Amelia. I ask of it. Now we ARE going to talk. And you ARE going to forgive me. Come on!!"

Grabbing her right wrist with his left hand, he then proceeded to drag her out of the bar.

Customer: "Carlo, why don't you just try and..."

The customer who was merely a small and meek Slig stepped forwards to try and calm the Mudokon male down, but as it spoke Carlo formed a ball of lightening in his free hand and then hurtled it towards the creature. Diving out the way to avoid it, the Slig accidently jumped into a table and smashed the contents of it, whilst the lightening ball hit the wooden floor and blasted a massive hole into it. Once he was satisfied that no other customer would say anything or try to intervene he continued to drag his ex-girlfriend out of the pub...

***

*Setting: The sound of something exploding above him forced Alexie to sit up sharply and panic-stricken. After his previous nightmare Alexie was far from calm and now hated going to sleep incase his nightmare came back to him. Sitting up he slowly bum-shuffled to the area were he remembered the entrance to the small basement was. Banging on the ceiling with the palms of his hands he then awaited for the hatch to be opened, squinting quickly as the light from above cascaded down onto his face.*

Alexie: "What the Hell was that?! What's going on??"

The bartender who had opened the hatch reached down to help him out, explaining as he did so.

Bartender: "It was Carlo and his girlfriend, Amelia. Regulars here, seemingly only come here when they split up. You don't need to get involved."

Brushing his semi-naked body off Alexie looked to were the saloon doors where and squinted, trying to see anything outside from the distance he was at.

Alexie: "That doesn't explain the explosion, did he have a weapon or something?"

Bartender: "Nope, he is a weapon. He's accumulated some kind of power over the years, like Witchcraft or something...we try and stay out of their way when they get like this."

Turning to the bartender Alexie raised an eyebrow.

Alexie: "Like what?"

Bartender: "Violent. Physically."

***

Carlo: "YOU HUMILIATED ME IN THERE!! SAYING I “BEGGED”?! WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!?"

Pinning Amelia up against his vehicle Carlo squeezed her throat and shouted in her face, scratching his arms and wiggling around furiously Amelia did her best to break free, failing in the process.

Amelia: "G...Get off, C-Carlo!!"

She coughed and choked as her face slowly went red. With an angered snarl he then flung her forwards and onto the ground were he pushed his foot on her back and held her down.

Carlo: "WHY? WHAT YA GONNA DO!?"

His eyes bulged out viciously as if he was some kind of maniac, un-caring and un-phased by what he was doing. However, as he did all of this, he overlooked the fact that Alexie had been stood at the entrance of the pub and was now making his way over to the woman-beating male. As Carlo reached down to pick the female up by the plume, he was suddenly kicked onto his left side by the barefoot of Alexie upon his head.

Alexie: "I suggest you leave."

Hitting the soft dirt, Carlo looked up. His eyes flicking between the Orkhid and his girlfriend.

Carlo: "Who...the f*ck are you?"

He pushed himself to his feet, sneering as he looked the topless and shoeless Orkhid up and down. Alexie ignored his question, opting to help the female to her feet and to safety rather than to speak to a woman-beater.

Alexie: "Go inside."

He helped her to the doorway were some of the other customers were standing, gulping nervously they dragged her in and then continued to carry on watching the "show". Turning back to the Mudokon Alexie shook his head slowly from side to side.

Alexie: "I don't want to see you anywhere near here. If i ever find out you..."

As he continued to speak the Mudokon shook his head and smirked.

Carlo: "You're new. I guessed that. No other f*ckwit in this place would dare pull a stunt like what you just pulled. That's why, when Amelia comes back out, i won't hurt you...that much, anyway."

Not amused by the threats he was recieving, Alexie turned away. Knowing that even if he died now, he would still have done atleast one thing right.

Carlo: "Heh, you f*cking idiot..."

As he said this he formed a ball of flame and quickly hard balled it towards the bareback of the Orkhid. The flame sped towards the un-knowing creature and upon hitting his back...exploded into sparks. Feeling something hit him, Alexie turned around curious, only knowing it was something serious when he saw the face of the Mudokon. It was puzzlement more than anything, that and shock. In seconds the Mudokon formed another ball of flame and, once again, hurled it at Alexie. This time the projectile hit his chest, but like the first did, exploded into sparks. Not even marking Alexie's chest. Puzzled by why he wasn't being harmed Alexie stepped forward, taking it as luck that he hadn't come to harm and thus thought he better act on that luck and stop the male from trying anything else. Reaching for the throat of the Mudokon with his left hand, Alexie thought he might aswell subdue him in the same way the creature subdued his ex. But in reaching out for Carlo, the creature reacted and grasped his wrist, attempting to send a severe high voltage of electricity into him. But yet again the Orkhid was unphased by such an act and instead broke free and shoved him backwards.

Alexie: "Listen, i don't know what the f*ck you're trying to do, but it isn't working. Now, i suggest you f*ck off before i really get pissed..."

Carlo backed away, now in fear of the Orkhid as he seemed to be immune to his magickal attributes. Shaking his head slowly from side to side, Carlo slowly moved around to the drivers side of his car, opened the door and got in. All the while never taking his eyes off Alexie. As he started the engine he then telekineticly wound down the passenger window and leant over the passenger seat to speak out at Alexie.

Carlo: "I suggest you watch your back from now on, Orkhid. 'cos when i come back, i'll be packing a little extra..."

He shouted this before slamming the vehicle in reverse and then forcing it into hover mode. Once he had done this he then sauntered over the tree tops and out of distance. Now that the ordeal was over and one of the more unpredictable beings gone, the customers of the pub came rushing out to congratulate Alexie, the "hero" of the day and inquire about his immunity to the craft. It was at this moment in time the bartender realised that the Orkhid would be very useful, if not as a bartender then as a Bouncer...

(OOC: Well, wasn't that enlightening. Any comments? Remarks? Sneers? Critisms? All welcome. Whoop!!)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The evening sky was painted a faint orangey-pink, dusk was slowly making way for night and as Alexie stood outside, watching the countless number of Birds flock to their nests, he sighed. The clothes he wore were the same ones he had worn since escaping the explosion at the old missile bunker. The bunker that had marked the end of his murderous onslaught. But also to his happy life. He took another sip of Vodka from the large 2 litre bottle that he was holding in his right hand. With his left he rubbed his bare chest, feeling Mosquito's land on him and jab him with their pointed mouths, feeding on his sweet, black blood. Yawning he turned, wanting to sleep but also knowing that if he did eventually fall into slumber, then he would inevitably awake in a mass of cold sweat. That fateful and tragic day still lingered in his senses, for the past three months it had stuck in the center of his mind. Fighting the wave upon wave of alcohol that he drank to subdue it. It was as if it was a disease, slowly becoming immune to the medicine he took...forcing him to take more. He knew there was a danger of his Liver collapsing. He knew that if he kept on drinking the amounts he was, he would eventually die of Liver failure, or by choking on his own vomit, or some other alcohol related death. But he also knew that any kind of physical pain he would feel, would never filter out the pain he was feeling now. His true love was dead. And the best he could hope for was joining her. Dropping the bottle of Vodka to the ground, he weeped steadily. The bottle's bottom smashed, allowing the liquid to pour out and steadily get soaked into the ground. Glancing down at the shards of glass he wondered, wondered how long the pain of cutting his wrists would last before he blacked out. Crouching down he slowly sat himself on the soft green grass, he then reached out for a large piece of glass, picking it up with his right hand he grasped it firmly in the middle and winced gently as he felt the vicious bite of the sharp shard on his delicate, pale skin. His blood oozed between all the creases on his hand, more painful due to the trace of alcohol on the glass. He then brought the shard to his left wrist and tried to remember what the feeling felt like before. His mind jogging back to when he was 12 years old. Placing the edge of the glass on the middle vein of his wrist he slowly pushed down hard, his tears running down his face and dripping gently on his arm...*

Female voice: "Alexie!!"

He immediatly stopped placing pressure on his vein and attempted to wipe the tears away from his face.

Alexie: "Y-Yeh?"

He turned his head slightly to look behind him. Recognising the female was Amelia, a female Mudokon he had rescued when her violent boyfriend began beating her, it was when he did this that he realised he was somehow immune to magickal attacks. Well, the boyfriends atleast. It was this immunity which had impressed the owner of the bar, impressed him to the extent that he had offered Alexie one of the spare staff bedrooms at the back of the building and a full time placement working there as a barhand and bouncer. Alexie had taken this offer, knowing that he had nothing else to do and hoping that the job would have taken his mind of Midian. It hadn't. The job had, however, allowed him to sustain his alcohol addiction and also look after Amelia who was also staying with him, since she was afraid to leave incase her ex-boyfriend ever came looking for her.

Amelia: "What you doing out here all on your lonesome?"

She slowly jogged upto him, cocking her head to one side and smiling softly. Slowly Alexie stood, dropping the shard of glass and turning to face the female. Upon seeing the marks left by his tears she gasped and moved closer to him, brushing his left cheek with her right hand.

Amelia: "Oh, Alexie. You still thinking about her?"

By "her" Amelia referred to Midian. Only knowing about the Orkhids girlfriend when Alexie blurted it out whilst weeping drunkenly one night. Though she didn’t know the full details of their relationship and the short reign of terror they both inflicted upon the Orkhids, she did know that they were both deeply in love. And had been since they had met. In reply to her question, Alexie nodded. He then slowly rested his head on Amelia’s shoulder and sobbed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her closely for support.

Alexie: "I-I could have..."

Amelia: "No, Alexie. I don’t know the whole story, but I know that you would have done anything you could have done to help her. I’ve only known you a couple of weeks…a month at the most. But I’m a good judge of character, and I know that if you truly could've done, you would have saved her. No matter what."

She stroked his long hair which now grew just past his shoulders. It felt nice for her that somebody seemed to need her and it filled her with purpose, even though there still was an emptyness in her Heart.

Amelia: "Now come on, lets get you inside. I'll cover your shift for you, you just get some sleep."

***

*Setting: The Council members shifted awkwardly in their seats, glancing over at Gians empty seat and then at the door. News had travelled fast and Gians murder had been covered by all the major, and minor, news channels, it was big news. An Orkhid Council member, one of the Hierarchy of the Orkhid regime, killed in his own apartment. This was the least of the Councils problems however, Gians place had needed to be filled and, in normal circumstances, one of the other Council members would have been voted in. But these weren't normal circumstances. This murder was a vengence murder, commited by the disgraced Adele Morgan, who, according to Forensics, had left traces of herself at the scene of the crime. This was a grave worry for the Council members, for they knew that any one of them could be next and it would most likely be the one to take Gians place. And due to the fact that each of the, now 12, Council members were as selfish and as self-aborbed as anything could become, they would by no means place their lives on the line, and instead opted to vote in a General to take his place. Of course, this General would have no real power, infact, the General would have nothing at all. And instead of him making the final decision, the remaining Council members would decide behind his back, in hopes of making him believe he was in power until the looming threat was dealt with. Of course, such things hardly ever go smoothly, and they were worried that due to their choice of General, things could go awry. But if happenings progressed well, they would be killing two Birds with one stone. As the Councils nerves began to settle, the door opened. Turning, the members smiled fakely, standing to show their respect for their new, "puppet", leader. The being stepped into the room, he was large and well built. His chest broad and his arms muscular and threatening. He wore a tight, black t-shirt and his skin pigment was darker than the usual Orkhid tone. His white hair was styled in a crue-cut fashion. His jaw was box-like and his features defined. And his eyes were the coldest blue ever seen, with a faint tinge of green around the pupil. This General was the last of a bloodline that had caused much trouble for the Council, and although he was good at his job and had survived many a war, they believed that the only way to true supremacy was to destroy all potential falterers. And hopefully this would happen.*

General: "I-I must thankyou for this honour, good Sirs. Since my nephew joined the shaming of the family name, I expected to be executed for good measure. But I am glad to see you know true talent when you see it."

He saluted the Council, slamming his left, black booted foot, down on the ground as he did so. His tight black combats shifting around his groin. The Council nodded, knowing that his nephew had caused much uproar among the ranks, his nephew being the infamous Orkhid – Cyrus Conrad.

Member #9: “You’re one of the best Generals we have, Abe. We thought you would appreciate this chance more, what with your impressive array of battlefield knowledge.”

The Councillor smiled at him, slowly sitting down, followed by the rest of the Council. The General smiled humbly, making his way to Gians seat which he lowered himself down upon softly. Not wanting to break it.

General: "I don’t understand though, I don’t understand why you chose me, over voting one of your own in…"

Member #9: "Like I said, you’re one of the best Generals we have. We wanted some new blood, someone with fresh ideas. You seemed like the guy for the job. But enough talk, lets get down to busines, shall we?"

The General shifted awkwardly, not really comfortable with the answer the Council had given him, but he knew he had no other choice than to proceed, and so he brought up his first idea.

General: "Erm, okay. Sure. But could I make a small suggestion first? I’d like to know what your views are on making the number of Councillors, well, lower. Say, instead of 13…5 instead?"

Their eyes immediately began flicking to each other, looking at the expressions on each others faces before even coming up with an answer. They knew that this would be a hard idea to weasel out of, hence their stunned silence.

Member #4: "Err…Erm…Yes. That’s…That’s an interesting proposition. But the number of Councillors has always been 13, and always will be 13. I don’t think you can go against tradition and destroy that…do…do you? Would it really be wise?"

General: "Oh, I’m just making a suggestion. Of course, I’ll listen to each of your ideas, but I’d rather listen to them in small groups of 2. That way I can be sure to hear everybodies ideas fairly. If that’s okay with you?"

Once again nervous glances were exchanged between Councillors before one spoke up.

Member #2: "Yes, that’s fine, Abe. I must say, I am most pleased that you have such…refreshing ideas. Not many newly appointed Councillors would have suggested such an, interesting, concept. Now, who would you like to see first?"

The General looked around the table, looking at the cold, harsh faces of each Orkhid in the room before finally pointing at Councillor Wyles and Councillor Jaxxson. The other members smiled, relieved they didn’t have to stay behind and talk this pointless idea through. Quickly each of them stood, slowly heading towards the door talking to each other in hushed whispers as they made their way to the Lobby and to the lift. Once they had left and the door had been closed, the General sat back on his seat and sighed, smiling.

General: "You two are in the new Council."

Wyles and Jaxxson looked at each other in puzzlement.

Jaxxson: "Erm, what do you mean "new" Council? Shouldn’t we be discussing this…?"

Turning to the Councillor the Orkhid sneered, running his large, left hand through his stubbly hair.

General: "No, we shouldn’t. You appointed me as head of Council. I get to make the final decisions. This is my final decision. There WILL be a new Council. You two are the new members. I WILL be promoting two other Councillors, both female. And you WILL get along with them."

Wyles choked in horror, the Orkhid regime was far from sexist, but there was a tradition that the Council only consisted of male members, something that was going to go down the toilet if the General had his way.

Wyles: "What about discussing this with the other Councillors? Surely we should vo…"

General: "No vote. My word is final. Now…get out."

***

*Setting: The reinforced glass lift gently hummed as it went upwards towards the top floor. The 10 Councillors talked amongst themselves, laughing at the Generals suggestion of decreasing the number of Councillors. However, even though they mocked the idea, they knew that it would take a lot of work for them to get the idea out of his head, well, atleast until Adele made her move again. As the lift ‘binged’ to a stop at the top floor, the doors steadily opened and as the Councillors made a move to exit, they were stopped by the image of three Guards facing them…their guns pointed at them.*

Member #5: "What is this? What’s going on here?"

The middle Guard chuckled softly, lifting his visor up so that the Councillors could see his face.

Guard: "General Conrad gives his regards."

It was at this point the Councillors realised what was about to happen, and in shocked gasps and screams of protests they stepped forwards, only to be pushed back by a hail of bullets. The hot lead cut through their bodies like a hot knife through butter, painting the back of the lift in a thick black substance that slowly dripped down and coated the floor. The gunshots echoed throughout the building, letting everybody in the area know that things were going to change…

***

*Setting: Wyles and Jaxxson stopped mid-stride as they headed down the confined corridor that led from the Council quaters to the large lobbey. Their keen sense of hearing heard their collegues scream out as bullets ripped through their fragile bodies. And even though Wyles cherished his brave and prideful exterior, he was suddenly starting to show fear. True fear.*

General: "I'd suggest you two don't try anything stupid. I'll have my boys watching you...they're hand picked so don't even think about trying to bribe them."

Turning, Councillor Jaxxson looked at the large figure of the General and realised just how big a mistake they had all made...

~End~