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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 23, 2021 22:15:45 GMT -5
 Remiel Castelleve Everyone thought that the world would crumble beneath a great war. A war that was to be waged by tanks and bombs, by gunfire and the sharpened edge of a blade at the throat of their enemy. Others prepared for a doomsday that would seemingly never come. The zombie apocalypse? Some still believe it'll happen. But what truly happened was beyond maddening. A society that lived beneath the noses of humans came to the surface. Those of great power finally had enough of sulking in the shadows and fearing their own existence. Vampires. Werewolves. It was their war that humans fell to. It was their war that spiraled the world into the apocalypse that was once shown upon the silver screens within the great cities. The world began to reclaim itself outside of the cities that still stand. Sprawling jungles. Desolate wastes. Sandstorms came to life within the deserts without skyscrapers to block their existence. Nature intertwined into nearly everything. Rivers rushed through what used to be the main streets of major metropolitan cities. Those that were not taken by vampires as blood supply ran away to the furthest reaches and set up civilization of their own. Cities erected walls and gathered cars and solar panels from homes that still stood. Now hundreds of years after the collapse the world is nothing like it once was. The old books found in crumbling libraries describe a world that sounds like something of a fantasy to those the live now. The creatures that roam the wilderness have flourished without the constant hunting from humans and push back from society. And the war between Lycans and vampires. That still remains. ** Footsteps plod quickly through the forest as someone ran through the cloak of the night shadows. A muddy puddle was splashed as the person rushed along. Thick leather boots splashed into the slippery mud, but she didn’t lose her balance. A backpack full of gear rattled upon her back as she sprinted along. Bright blue hues gazed over her shoulder as she gasped for air. Fear gripped her being as she zig and zagged through the trees. The woman leaped over a fallen tree swiftly and rounded around the trunk of a tree only to have a fist land square in her chest. The air was knocked from her lungs and she toppled back on her back into the mud as lightening scattered across the skies above the canopy. “Did you think you could outrun me?” A male voice spat over the sound of the rain against the lush leaves of the forest. A chuckle came over his lips. He had barely broken a sweat chasing her down, he wasn’t breathing heavily at all. He knelt down next to the woman as she sucked in quick breaths. “You got yourself a little too close to our city. Hm?” He reached and pulled the pistol from her hip. He inspected it carefully and popped a bullet from the chamber. Another laugh came from the man. “You think these would have helped you?” He questioned as he inspected it. “Your kind hasn’t learned after all these years?” He scoffed as he stood. The woman gazed up to the man from where she lay. She had fiery red hair that was messily pulled into a ponytail. She wore an old battered black tank top over another red spaghetti tank. Her jeans were filthy from the use that they had seen. She had bruises and abrasions on her arms from rushing through the forest. She swiftly reached to her thigh and pulled an ice pick that was collapsible. It clicked into place as she moved with precision and the blade of the pick sliced into the calf of the man. He let out a groan and the pistol fell from his grip from the surprise of the attack. The woman scattered to her feet and she held the pistol aimed at his head. Her breathing was still heavy as she gazed into his eyes as the man ripped the ice pick from his calf and slowly stood. “You’ll let me go.” She spoke, her voice confident. A chuckle came over the man’s lips. “Will I now? Is it you or I whom is in danger?” A cheeky grin was plastered upon his face. Fangs glistened in the light as he held both of his hands up as if to surrender. “These bullets will kill you.” The woman spoke, her eyes fixated upon the man. “I can promise you that.” Her finger danced over the trigger. “You can certainly try.” He chuckled before he lunged forward. The gun fired swiftly but the vampire had ducked out of the way and he slammed against the woman to tackle her to the ground. The pistol was knocked from her grip and the two tumbled into the mud. The woman squirmed about and slammed her fist against the man’s jaw. She fought until she heard a rumbling growl near her head. Laughter erupted from the vampire. “Oh, did I forget to mention my furry friend?” He questioned and smirked triumphantly as he held her down. “Good night.” He spoke before his elbow slammed against the woman’s head and the world faded to black. ** The city of Klastin. It was the main capitol for the vampires. It held many humans that they kept as their own personal blood banks. The city functioned much like the cities of old. Though it was the humans that carried out the menial tasks that the vampires decided were beneath them. Many of the humans within the city were held against their will, others would rather serve than fend for themselves in the world outside of Klastin. It was a society that was built upon the fear that humans had for vampires mostly. ** “Hey I think she’s waking up.” There was a loud clanging sound, metal upon a bar possibly? The fiery haired woman opened her eyes and grit her teeth. Her chest ached from the harsh blow that she had received, her head was pounding. As she opened her eyes she felt her body lifted from the floor. “What’s going on?” She questioned quickly as she struggled against the two that lifted her. Her hands were bound in front of her. She shoved against one of the guards causing him to be pushed against the wall. She then spun and elbowed the other guard in the chest before she took off in a sprint away from the two. There was a clatter behind her as the guards raced down the hallway after the woman. She didn’t make it far before she was slammed against the wall. Her nose stung and she could taste blood in her mouth as it dribbled over her lips and to the concrete floor. “Try that again and I’ll be sure to have you killed, eh?” The man eyed her with furrowed brows. “Come on.” He gripped her arm tightly and walked her along. “Just let me go.” She spoke, her bright hues gazed to the man. “I’m not worth your time anyway.” She raised a brow. “Our council will determine that.” A chuckle came over the guard’s lips. He walked her up several stairs and down another darkened corridor before he paused before a room. Two other guards were posted at the door and they opened the large double door for their entry. He walked her in and into the center of the room. A rounded half moon table curved around the spot in which she now stood with the guard. He kicked at the back of her legs which caused her to fall to her knees. “Here is Bennet Enswell’s find in the jungle outside of the city.” The guard spoke. “Bennet?” A man stood, he had jet black hair. “You don’t say.” He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly. “What’s your name then?” He stared to the woman. Her bright blue hues stared back to him, her brows furrowed. There was a long pause of silence between the two before she felt the butt of a rifle against her back. She grit her teeth and glared up to the guard that stood over her. “Your name.” The man repeated. “I am head council member Xander Adamonte, of Klastin.” He leaned a bit more forward. “What is your name?” The woman drew in a long breath. It didn’t matter what her name was. She knew that. This was all just pleasantries. “Remiel Castelleve.” She spoke her name and her eyes did not drop from the man. “Remiel.” He repeated her name, a smirk upon his lips. “Much like the angels that the humans claimed to be slotted to save them. Where are your angels now?” Laughter erupted around the table from several of the others that sat. “Well. What shall we do with you?” He tapped his chin in thought. Remiel drew in a breath. She glanced to the guard the stood over her, he wasn’t paying any mind to her anymore. She swiftly swung her leg around and knocked the man off balance. Before he could regain any control she was on her feet and her bound hands pulled the rope that bound her hands tight against his throat she had her legs around his waist as she held herself onto his back. She pulled swiftly and the sound of bones breaking within the man’s neck reverberated through the room. She felt the barrel of a rifle against her back as she stood still, her eyes upon Xander. “I’d much prefer it if you let me be on my way.” She glanced to the dead guard a moment and then back to Xander. |
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 24, 2021 21:26:40 GMT -5
 Jona Highland Kratos Hivestar The council had been seated about a round table. A man sat, his fingers rolling a bullet from finger to finger. He tilted his head as he listened to the politics of the table, of the threats within and out. He let out a deep sigh as he sat upright and placed his hands on the table. "I know exactly what we need" he spoke up. The crowd in the room grew quiet and turned to him. "We gotta get the scum life to quit milking the humans so hard they die... we give them something to do..." he grinned "It's been a while since we did a Bloodwar..." he leaned back. "I have quite the collection... of species" he raised a brow. "It would be great sport - kill off the weak and useless, and give the stronger something to do. The concept of a human-life support dangled over their head hm?" "Who will be the human to the victor?" Xander questioned. "Not like we just have a plethura of humans to barter off to the hardest biting vampire..." The man leaned back and thought for a moment.... "Jona will do" he grinned. Xander then began to laugh, spitting a slight glob of spit across the table. "Hold on, Kratos. First - Jona will likely rip the throat out of any of those dirt bags, and - well, she is your puppet, isn't she? She brings in quite the wealth..." he raised a brow. "Hm.." he leaned back. "I guess you are right..." he chuckled. "I'll find me one, no doubt." "Your proposal though... might just work. Distract the masses..." he nodded. "I will approve it, you will be funded" Xander stood and then turned. He stared to the doors for a long moment - and then they shoved open. Kratos tilted his head as a woman was shoved forward. He stood slowly and walked over behind Xander. The man placed a hand upon his holster and stared forward with a raised brow. When the woman broke the neck of the guard - he did not flinch at all. He simply grinned and then stepped towards the woman. "Remiel hm?" Kratos smirked. He was a very handsome man - he had brown trimmed hair and a square jaw, he had a charming smile and sparkling eyes... "You know we can't just let you go... you are smarter than that..." he looked to Xander then. "She is fiesty.... you know I like fiesty..." he smirked. "The Bloodwars could use a new star..." he crossed his arms. "This one then..." Xander glanced to Kratos and then to Remiel, then he laughed. "I like it... yeah..." he stepped forward to Remiel and raised a brow. Then with a swift motion he bashed Remiel on the temple, knocking her cold clean out. "Deal" Kratos reached forward and caught the slumped over woman.. he tossed her over his broad shoulder and then head for the door. "Pleasure doing business with you" Kratos spoke and tipped his hands off to Xander. He stepped into a car and tossed Ramiel into the back and started the sedan. Music began to play - Kratos hummed happily to some pop music. He drove for a bit until he came upon a very large football stadium. He picked up a radio and clicked it "We have cargo that needs to be delivered to the holding cells... Bay a1" he spoke and drove the vehicle into a loading bay. Several men came out and to the car - they opened the door and peered inside. "A single prick of your fowl teeth and I'll have them removed, ground up, and fed to your gold fish..." Kratos stepped out and adjusted his jacket. "Put her in with Jona..." he chuckled and then stepped away... *** There was a creaking sound - a metal door grinding against the concrete. "Ah, puppet" a voice called out. "We have a play thing for you love" a man spoke and opened the thick metal door. A woman was shoved into the room... Jona hurried over, crouching over the body of the woman. She raised a brow and poked the woman slightly. "Why is it dead?" she questioned and looked up. She quickly stood and went to the door. "Did you sneak any goodies into her pocket?" she poked a finger through the small bars. "Not this time love..." the guard spoke and then snapped his teeth playfully. Jona gasped and then giggled. She skipped over to the wall and picked up a black rock - she had been drawing on the wall. It was a very detailed depiction of a man - who's throat had been slit.... She hummed softly as she drew... She herself was rather beautiful, if you could get past the layer of grime on her face and her ratty hair that was practically dreads. Though she had a blue tattoo across her face - on par with the 'Ravagers' - a kind of human group that specialized in rather vicious techniques, and even had been heard to stoop to cannibalism... They murdered for fun, and were dreadfully dark... Some called them lost humans, consumed by the demons of darkness... though many just stayed very far from them... |
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 24, 2021 22:04:44 GMT -5
Remiel stared to this other man that seemed to enjoy the fact that one of his comrades lay upon the ground before him at the hands of a simple human. She did not flinch back from him as he stepped toward her, though her hands were balled into fists, her breathing shook slightly. She narrowed her brows as the man before her spoke. “It would be much less trouble for you if you let me go. I’ll not be a star in one of your games.” Her voice was full of irritation. “I’m not a toy, nor am I a play thing for your amusement.” She took a step back as Xander stepped forward. “I will not….” It was in that moment that Xander had swiftly hit her on the side of her head. Remiel’s breath gasped slightly and her body tensed before she loosened and fell to the side into the arms of Kratos.
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Running. Always running. A young Remiel ran through the forests with quick breaths. She leaped over a fallen tree and was tackled to the ground. A blade was pressed to her neck as she skidded through the thick mud of the forest. “Little Remiel. You’ll never learn will you?” A chuckle came from a young boy that looked to be about her age. “What will you do when you’re chased by an actual vampire? Or even a Lycan?”
“I’ll kill it. That’s what I’ll do.” She shoved against the young boy. Her face was full of freckles. Her bright blue eyes glared to him as she stood to her feet. “You’re bigger than me, so of course I can’t outrun you….I’ll never outrun a vampire or a lycan either.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“That’s right you won’t.” A man stepped from the trees. He had a well kept beard and and short groomed hair. “But Remiel won’t need to outrun them.” He chuckled.
“Peter!” Remiel ran forward and wrapped her arms around the man. She chuckled and then turned and stuck her tongue out at the younger boy.
“What is her wit going to keep her alive then?” The boy rolled his eyes. “If she can’t outrun them, she had better learn to outsmart them. Otherwise she’ll end up dead just like the rest of her family.”
“Lance.” Peter growled his eyes locked on the young man. “That is enough from you. You’re lucky enough to have a family that was not murdered senselessly by the beasts that hunt us each day.” He shook his head and then returned his attention to Remiel. “Come. You have been selected to train beneath Master Elan. He doesn’t choose many to study beneath him, but you’ll become one of the greatest fighters to come from our city of Haran.”
Remiel grinned as she looked up to Peter. This was a dream come true. Many hoped to impress Master Elan. Few could even catch his attention. For her to be selected to train beneath him...well she wouldn’t need to run away ever again.
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’Why is it dead?’ The words echoed in the darkness that was her mind. Remiel heard the muddied words between a woman and a man. It took what felt like hours before she could open her eyes. She reached her hand up to touch the side of her head where she was hit, she winced slightly as she felt the deep bruising on the side of her head. She slowly turned to her side to see the woman drawing the grotesque yet highly detailed artwork. She watched the woman for several minutes before she slowly stood. She moved and sat down heavily in a chair, not caring to be quiet about it. Her bright blue hues stayed on the stranger that looked much like those that Peter had told her stories about when she was a child. She rubbed the side of her head slightly again and grit her teeth. “So is this where they hold us before we die?” She spoke after a long moment. Her eyes looked around the cell. She looked to the artwork once again. “That’s quite detailed. Not many have such skill, especially with such little tools.” She offered with a slight chuckle. Remiel studied the woman carefully taking in the details of her face. The grime that was layered over her skin. How long had this woman been kept here? To complete such a drawing...it must have been sometime.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 21:28:27 GMT -5
Jona snapped her head to the side as she heard the chair shift, the wood hard against the ground. She turned then and chucked the chunk of coal towards the woman. “Shhuuush you!!” She shook her head and then punched the wall. Her hand pressed against a bit of the drawing and smeared it. The edge of the lip of the woman smeared across the face of the painting. “Ugh, look – “ she pointed. “Look what you did now!” she stepped from the wall.
She brushed her coaled hands upon her red ratty shirt and stepped over, she placed a hand on her hip and eyed the woman up and down. “So, who the fuck are you huh?” she stepped over to the door and started banging on it. “You sending me some filthy white meat now? What do I do with this? You heard what I said” she pounded harder. “Xander you fucker!”
The door window slid open and a grin looked towards. “Oh Jona, relax my love” Kratos spoke and then glanced to Ramiel. “You should get to know your new friend...” he opened another window and held forward a single plate of food.
Jona glanced down and grabbed the plate. She shoved a hand into the pile of mashed potatoes and shoveled it into her mouth, and then a thick slice of turkey. With a full mouth she spat “Is this fucking thanksgiving?” she questioned and took another massive bite. “You forgot the cranberry!!”
“Not today my Princess. But protein – for tomorrow” he shut the windows. “Sleep tight ladies...” he paused. “Oh, and Jona. No killing the girl, okay? Save it for tomorrow.” Kratos then walked away.
Jona sat on her bed and finished the plate, she then tossed the plate down onto the ground and huffed. “Okay okay okay okay” she wiggled her fingers, almost nervously. She reached for a necklace at her neck and moved the ring on the chain about her fingers. “Dumb girl – whats your name. Why are you here hm? If you’re not here for fun, then...” she sucked in a breath. “Oh no no no” she hit the bed. “You are here to kill me, aren’t you?!” she began to breath swiftly. “Noooo, no.” she shook her head. She gripped the side of her head and squeezed her eyes together.
Suddenly she hit the ground and began to convulse, her body shaking wildly.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 21:55:06 GMT -5
Remiel drew in a breath and stood to her feet swiftly as the woman threw the coal in her direction. Her bright hues glanced to it a moment and then she looked to the drawing that was smeared by the woman’s hand. “Uh...I didn’t...” She frowned slightly and stopped speaking as she watched this woman eye her. “Perhaps I should...” She raised both of her brows as she watched the woman start banging upon the door. “Oh boy.” She muttered under her breath as she shook her head and she looked about the room. This one, this one was quite the hot head it seemed.
Remiel bit her lip slightly as she stared to the door with each hit that the metal took the sound seemed to reverberate off of the stone walls of the room. It made her head hurt even more than it did before. The sound of the pounding. When the window slid open she crossed her arms as she saw the man from before, the one that said she would be a new champion for him. She huffed when he spoke that this woman, Jona, he called her, should get to know Remiel. She watched as the woman took the plate of food and ate it like a savage. Her nose wrinkled in disgust.
No killing the girl, okay? Save it for tomorrow.
Remiel’s eyes were locked upon the window as it slid shut. What had she gotten herself into? A simple recon mission had gotten her into much more trouble than she had been promised. This was not in the plans at all. She watched as the woman made her way to the bed and seemed to fidget nervously almost, her brow rose as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not here to kill you. Why would you think that?” She spoke quickly, her tone almost frustrated by this woman. Her brows tugged together as she watched the woman squeeze the side of her head as she almost seemed to beg with the word ‘no.’
“Oh shit.” Remiel rushed forward as the woman began to convulse. “Hey!” She called out as she ran to Jona’s side. “Hey! We need help in here!” Her voice was a scream. She threw the metal plate at the door with precision and it made a loud boom of metal upon metal. “Help!” She cried out as she carefully held Jona’s head to prevent her from getting injured. “It’s alright.” She spoke her voice softer.
“What’s all that noise in here?” The door pushed open and one of the guards came stomping in. “Hey. What are you doing with her eh?” He pulled something from his hip, it looked like a gun possibly.
“I’m preventing her from choking to death.” Remiel spoke her brows still furrowed. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” She snapped angrily.
Those words didn’t agree with the guard very well. He let out a growl and he pulled the trigger, two electrified bolts shot forward and lodged into Remiel’s back. Her muscles tensed and she let out a cry as she toppled from the bed onto the floor. She gasped for air as he held the trigger of the taser down. Cackles came over his lips as he watched her writhe in pain. “Looks to me like you’re laying on the floor.” He chuckled as he let go of the trigger. “Get up.” He kicked her side harshly.
Remiel took in heavy breaths, she could still feel the prongs lodged in her back. She got to her hands and knees shakily. She’d heard of these electric guns before, the taser guns, but she had never had the displeasure of being shot by one. It was everything that Peter told her it was. But worse. She managed to get to her feet, her hand on her side from where he’d kicked her. “Are you going to help her?” She looked to Jona. “Seizures are a serious condition you know?” She looked back to him.
The guard only grinned at her. “You think I care?” He questioned, a smirk upon his lips now. He pulled the trigger again which caused her to convulse from the electric waves that burst through her body. Remiel fell to her hands and knees again. “Didn’t I tell you to get up?” He chuckled as he held the trigger down. “What are you doing on the floor again?” He mused as he watched her collapse to her side. He released the trigger and laughed. “If I could drain you, I’d do it right now.” He spoke as he knelt down. He gripped her chin. “But I’ve been instructed not to. So I guess I’ll have to wait for that.” He licked his lips, fangs clearly visible as he did this.
“You could try.” Remiel groaned. She slammed her fist into the side of his jaw harshly before she scrambled to her feet. Only for the guard to pull the trigger once again.
He slammed her back against the wall and gripped her by her throat. “Maybe I’m not good at following orders.” He snarled his eyes locked on hers. Remiel writhed against his grip, her head was spinning from the shocks that had rushed through her body. “Where’s the fight now?” He snickered as he licked his lips. Remiel winced slightly as she lifted her hand only for him to grip her wrist. “Come on now.” He laughed once again. “I thought you were going to be a fighter. Can’t even handle a little electricity?” He questioned and then chuckled. “Oh...I did have it cranked up rather high.” He smirked at her then. “I could be my fault.” He shrugged.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 22:12:05 GMT -5
“Is the serum ready?” a man questioned. “Doctor?” he questioned.
A blonde woman stood over the patient, who was strapped down on the table. “Doctor Highland – you should step back from the patient...” the man called over.
Jona turned her head and gave a smile – she had a sweet face. There was a kind of gentleness that she had, from her eyes to her smile. “Right” Jona nodded and then stepped aside. She had long wavy hair, which was mostly pulled to one side.
“Okay, I will inject the Serum, Carl” she nodded and held her hand forward. The assistant paused and then nodded, he walked over with the needle and handed it to her.
“I will find a cure for this… this vampirism...” she spoke softly and stepped back over the patient. She reached down and traced the patient’s tattoo that was over her face. It was a Ravager, who had been turned… Jona held the serum and then leaned down. “Patient Delta Six, injecting Serum H-G-L, phase one”
Right as she began to press – the patient suddenly woke. The woman on the table broke from her bindings and pulled the needle from her arm. She instantly stabbed Jona with it and then pulled her down by her hair. In an instant – the fangs of the Reaver drove into Jona’s neck – to which Jona began to seize immediately -
Jona came to – her vision was blurry… She slowly sat upward and glanced over to see the chaos before her. A woman held up by some man – the sound of thrashing and his shouting. She stood quietly and reached for the chair. With whatever strength she could muster, she slammed the wooden chair onto the ground and broke the leg off. She rushed forward and shoved the broken end of the leg into the mans chest, piercing his heart. In an instant – the vampire burst into ashes. It left just his clothing and accessories…
Jona pulled her brows together and swiftly rushed over and closed the metal door. She rushed over and pulled the clips from the woman’s back and looked about. “Quickly, we need to hide his stuff” she spoke and dug through the clothes. She picked up the key ring and slipped it into her underwear. “His clothes – under the bed” she spoke and began to pick it all up.
“God damn, I am still stuck in this cell?” she questioned and grunted as she lifted the thin bed up from the bed frame. After the clothes were carefully laid out – she laid the bed down and then sat down. “Who – who are you?” she questioned softly. It was evident – whoever she was now, was not the wild ravager from moments ago….
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 22:26:56 GMT -5
Remiel struggled against the guard as he leaned forward to bite into her neck. “Stop.” She groaned as she brought her knee into his groin. This caused him to stumble back just as the sound of the wooden chair being broken apart echoed through the room. Remiel watched as the guard turned to ash before her eyes. She grit her teeth as she watched Jona shut the metal door, thus locking them inside once again. Remiel winced as she felt the prongs removed from her back. She watched with a confused expression as the woman moved about swiftly. When she was told to hide the guard’s things she scooped up his clothing quickly, she gazed to Jona and took a step back as the woman questioned if she was still stuck in the cell.
Remiel stepped back from the bed as the woman sat on it, her eyes looked to her taking in the expression, the way the woman spoke and held herself. When she was questioned who she was she drew in a long breath. She moved and leaned her hips against the small wooden table, her arms crossed over her chest. She brushed a bit of hair from her eyes. “Remiel.” She replied after a long moment. “I don’t quite know who you are either...” She cleared her throat slightly and glanced to the metal door. “Why did you close that? We could have gotten out. Now it’s locked again.” She raised a brow slightly as she looked back to the strange woman. She held her hand over her side and winced. Remiel looked down and pulled her shirt up to reveal her side, dark bruising had appeared where the guard struck her. “Damnit.” She muttered softly.
“How long have you been in this cell? I thought they captured humans and drained them….is that not the case? I thought...” Remiel shook her head. “I’m sure that a lot of things that I thought are not true, are they?” She let her shirt fall back down and she placed her hand over the injury.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 22:38:43 GMT -5
Jona pressed her lips together as the woman spoke. “Remiel” she smiled softly and nodded. “You think you can waltz out?” she chuckled. “I’ve tried many times… no, if you want to escape. You must make a plan. A well thought out plan...” she reached into her ripped pants and pulled the keys out and jingled it slightly, and then slipped it back.
“I’ve been here precisely 2 years, 4 months and 22 days” she spoke and then stood. She paced slightly and then reached up to her face. She touched her sticky skin and then groaned “Disgusting” she spoke softly and then wiped it off on her tattered shirt.
“Im Dr Jona Highland” she stepped back to the bed and sat down. “I guess, just Jona. Doctor doesn’t mean much anymore” she chuckled and peered to the bruising. She winced and bit her lip slightly. “That looks painful...” she paused. “Advanced biology, specifically in DNA and genome - splicing, many… years ago I partook in a great study to create a cure to Vampirism, but - “ she chuckled. “Close, but not close enough” she cleared her throat. “Some how I managed to be captured by the Vampires themselves… “ she pat her thighs. “These cells are for the Arena. This um, duel personality of mine is shared with quite the fighter. Who puts on a great show...” she sighed softly.
“No doubt that you and I will be pinned against all kinds of creatures, even each other maybe…” she shook her head. “It has been a while since the last tournament..” she sighed softly. “Humans here are slaves, who are drained daily. Except those in the pits – we keep our blood, since we need it to fight and entertain...” she smirked. “So you are lucky in that way...” she switched suddenly and then groaned. She reached up and gripped her neck, as if to stretch it.
“I share this body with… with the thing you saw before...” she looked up to the woman. “I do – apologize” she twitched again. “Erm...Perhaps you should take this” she reached for the keys again and tossed them over. “You will need to hide it where they don’t find it… and if you can get out, you should. Don’t worry about me” she smiled weakly. “The dimwit within me may just hold you back..”
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 25, 2021 22:55:17 GMT -5
Remiel watched the woman carefully, her expression confused as she fully expected the woman to lash out at her at a moments notice after the actions the woman had shown before. “I wasn’t planning on waltzing out. I might kill a few of those assholes first.” She smirked slightly and then looked to the keys as the woman dangled them before the keys were tucked away once again. As Jona spoke with precision as to how long she’d been in the cell Remiel shuddered slightly. She wasn’t so certain she would survive that long. Especially if Jona ate all of the meals that were provided to them.
Remiel looked to the woman as she spoke that she was a doctor, there was no such thing in this day and age. Schooling was a thing of the past. You learned from those that you grew up around. It was the reason that Ravagers were even a thing. That was their society. It was all they knew. “Biology?...” Remiel raised her brows slightly. “Um...” She let out a breath as she fell silent to allow the woman to speak. This was a lot of information. Two personalities. It made sense. This woman that spoke to her now was much more calm, collected. The other was more of an animal it seemed.
When the keys were tossed to Remiel she caught them easily. Her hand eye coordination was immaculate. “I’m not some cheap entertainment for them.” She scoffed slightly. “I uh...” She tucked the keys away. “I will keep these safe and we will get out of here. Hm?” Remiel nodded she leaned against the table again as she seemed to slip into thought. “The man...that I met in the council room...he was here earlier...he spoke of a thing called Bloodwars...is that what you’re speaking of when you speak of the arena? What exactly are we going to be put up against?”
Remiel looked about the dim cell and sighed softly. There wasn’t another bed. Just the one which didn’t have enough room for two to sleep on. She sat in the corner and pulled her knees up to her chest, it stretched her side and caused her to wince slightly until her muscles relaxed enough for her to be some what comfortable. “I was supposed to gather information about the city. Weak points. How many guards that they had at any given point...clearly that went well...” She scoffed slightly. “I’m certain I’ll end up dead by the end of this week.” Her eyes lowered to the ground as a sigh came over her lips.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 26, 2021 21:21:08 GMT -5
"That man is Kratos, he is actually... not the worst person here" she smirked slightly. "He is a survivor, and has kept me a live - when I was hunted the most. Believe it or not... these cells are the only reason I havent been picked apart is because of him, and his backwards way of protecting me" she bit her lip slightly.
She glanced to the large mural on the wall and studied it for a long moment. The shadows of the art were not actually filled in - they were tiny numbers crossing over each other, when once stared they could see it. Some kind of algorythym over and over...
She sighed softly. "The Bloodwars is their largest event, every 5 years. They get rid of some of the low lifers, the arrested, and 'clean' the streets by making anything that can walk compete. Sometimes you fight Captured Lycans, sometimes you fight each other... sometimes other.. odd beasts procured by the nastiest of science... sometimes they just mash a hundred people into the pit and say go... The winner in the end gets Freedom, an estate, or whatever..." she smirked slightly. "But no one has ever won... " she cleared her throat slightly.
"Seems you were picked for a reason.. I can tell you can fight. Bruised knuckles - you move well despite the bruise - meaning you are used to a bit of pain. I'd say - you were trained young... you have that keen eye that can only be trained..." she twitched again slightly and rung her neck out slightly as her head rolled against her own will.
"Soon I lose my control to this... Ravager.." she breathed a little heavier. "Pay her no mind, she's actually... not half bad" she chuckled. "She'll take care of you, if you take care of her..." she spoke softly. "If you want to convince her to help you - tell her that Peter sent you, that you are his rescue, you will take her back to him. She'll do anything - for --" she twitched again and then hit the bed - cold clean out.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 26, 2021 21:44:47 GMT -5
Remiel lifted her bright hues to look to Jona as she spoke of Kratos. “It’s strange for one of the vampires to protect a human. Isn’t it?” She’d commented out of curiosity. Then again, she’d been taught that all vampires and lycans were monsters that simply aimed to kill humans for blood sport. As Jona spoke of what the BloodWars were a pit formed in her stomach. This was the fight that she was trained for all her life. Master Elan would be proud to see Remiel fight, he’d tell her to center her mind. He’d tell her that she could stand against even the most gruesome beasts. She remembered a time when she was much younger that he’d taken her north to the frozen tundras. He’d taken her there and left her with nothing but a knife and a small ration of meat. He told her that she must make her own way home and that she must survive for a month on her own. She’d returned to her people broken and battered by the wilderness, but...she’d returned a true fighter. She wore the pelt of an IceClaw that she killed with the single knife, she’d barely gotten away with her life truthfully...but in the eyes of the city she was a triumphant hero. Very few passed Master Elan’s ruthless tests. Very few continued to learn beneath him.
She rubbed her knuckles as Jona’s words pulled her from her deep thought. “Hm...” She gave a slight chuckle. “I can fight, yes. Unfortunately it seems it will be for nothing but entertainment to the highest bidder.” She watched as the woman fought against the other personality. “Charlie...” She nodded. “Got it...” She bit her lip slightly as the woman fell unconscious.
Remiel stood and stepped to the drawing. She looked over it carefully as she’d seen Jona staring to it. There was something to the art. Something more than the gruesome scene that it depicted. Remiel stared at the wall until the late hours of the night. She’d fallen asleep on the floor in front of the artwork. Her eyes popped open to the sound of clanging chains outside of the cell door. She scrambled to her feet swiftly and glanced to Jona. “Hey.” She spoke in a whisper. “Hey look, I know you don’t like me.” She knelt next to her and gazed to her carefully. “Look, Charlie sent me. Okay? I’m here to get you back to Charlie.” The door to the cell opened then and Remiel moved to lean against the wall with her arms crossed.
“Morning ladies.” Four guards came into the room. “Time to head up to the pits for some fun. Eh? Don’t give us any trouble.”
Two of the guards stepped up to Remiel she glared to the guards, “I’m not going with you fucking scum bags.” She kept her arms crossed over her chest. The guards grumbled and rushed in on her to which she struggled against them. A chuckle came from Remiel as she easily knocked two of the guards to the floor. It took all four of the guards to get the shackles on her and she was pulled from the room by two of the guards. “Let me go.” She struggled against them. Plan or no plan, she couldn’t change her demeanor. She knew that. If she suddenly stopped fighting she knew that Kratos could lose interest in her. If she changed her attitude perhaps he would chose not to use her for whatever games he had planned. She elbowed one of the guards as she was pulled into a room. She felt a sharp jab to her ribs which caused her to lose her breath as she was shoved to her knees.
“You’ll stay right there. Kratos knows how to pick them doesn’t he?” The guard rubbed his ribs as the other guard attached the shackles to metal loops in the floor.
“Hell this one might be even more messed up than the other one Kratos found.” The other guard tightened the shackles down so that Remiel couldn’t even raise her arms. “Ta ta for now dear.” He chuckled as the two walked from the room.
Remiel struggled against the chains and groaned. The guards would have to stop beating on her if she was expected to perform in a fight arena. Unless Kratos didn’t expect her to survive...she winced to the thought. Perhaps he’d only chosen her for a cheap entertainment option. She still truly had no idea what to expect.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 26, 2021 22:04:19 GMT -5
Jona opened one eye as she lay on her side and stared directly to Remiel. "Your breath stinks" she whispered and then sat upright suddenly as the door opened. "Are we murderin' today boys?!" she questioned as she jumped up into the air. She skipped over and held her hands out. "Cuff me big boy" she grinned and leaned forward. The guard grinned and cuffed her. " c'mere" she muttered. She leaned inward and kissed the ear lobe of the guard - and then suddenly she bit down and ripped his ear off.
She stood there for a moment and cackled as his ear rest between her teeth. She spat it out and then jumped up and down slightly. "Come onnnnnn, where's Kratos?" she called out and pushed past the guards. They tried to grab her but she was agile and swift, just easily dodging them.
"Kraty?" she called out.
"Oh, little bird" A voice spoke and he came up behind her and hugged her. "Good morning" he kissed her cheek and then stepped around infront of her. His hues turned and he glanced to Remiel and then started grinning. "Oh, my my my" he walked towards her and clasped his hands together. "Well, don't wear yourself out darlin'" he reached forward and lightly poked her nose.
"Come on" she waved the two over. What guards remained stood behind them and pushed them forward. Though Jona did not need a push - she walked behind Kratos. "Can't have my all stars famished" he spoke and then opened a door. It lead to a empty room with just a table and 3 chairs. There were candles lit in the middle, and three plates of food.
"Ladies, after you" he held his arm out and then lead them inside. Two guards stood at the door once it closed, guns in hand.
"Relax relax..." he held the chair out for Jona, and then for Remiel. He reached over and tucked a napkin into Jona's ripped tshirt. "Can't ruin your outfit hm? Hot sauce m'love?" he questioned and lifted the bottle.
"Oh yes yes yes" she nodded several times. Kratos grinned and poured some over her eggs and hash. "Do eat my dearests..." he sat across from them, infront of his own plate.
"You two will be the warm up round..." he smirked. "My little bird is the sweet teaser. People bet every year for her to die, but you never do - do you?" he held his cup of coffee up and toasted her.
"What we got baby?" Jona spoke with a grin as she lifted her fork and stabbed her egg. She lifted the entire egg and shoved it into her mouth and chewed loudly.
"Ohhhhh. We took a liking to some ancient lore - Three headed dogs, big ol' mutts, and plenty of them..." he grinned. "Nothing you can't handle, hm?" he placed a hand over hers and then glanced to Remiel. "And you -" he grinned. "You get to play my favorite game... Cat and Mouse..." he smirked. "Hope you got your running shoes on today" he leaned back. "If you live, then you and Jona get to be a trusty team, because God knows you'll need the help" he grinned.
"Oh no - I work, A-LONE" Jona shouted as she finished her plate. She smacked her hands down and cracked the plate.
"Oh dear Jona, don't worry m'love.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 26, 2021 22:41:48 GMT -5
Remiel struggled against the guards and grit her teeth. “I’m not going to entertain you or anyone else. Fucking let me go.” She snapped as she elbowed one of the guards again. She glared to Kratos as they were pushed into the room that held a single table and three chairs. She smell of food wafted to her nostrils. How long had it been since she ate? She’d been surviving off of rations before she was caught. A true meal. It must have been a week if not more. She sat down heavily at the table. Her eyes looked back and forth between the two as Jona giggled and Kratos carried on. The pet names made her sick to her stomach.
Remiel lifted her fork as she looked to the animalistic way that Joan ate. It made her stomach churn. She took a bite of her hash just as Kratos announced what the two would be doing for the day. When Jona slammed the table Remiel grit her teeth. “I work better alone myself.” She replied. “You want me to run?” She smirked to Kratos. “I don’t run.” Her eyes were fixed on him. “I’ll kill whatever the hell you throw at me.” She then looked to Jona, “So I guess you’ll have to get used to having a teammate then, hm?” She ate her last bite of her food. Her stomach felt uneasy though. She almost would have rather not eaten at all.
Before anything else was said a guard walked up. “Time to go. I’ll take her up boss so you can enjoy your breakfast with Jona.” He grabbed Remiel by her arm and roughly pulled her from the room. She allowed herself to be pushed along. Her eyes looked about the hallway, she was looking for an exit that she could remember. She had to get out of this hell.
Soon enough she was walked through a tunnel that led up on a slight incline. Blood stained the concrete. “Must be going the right way then...” Remiel muttered and was swiftly shoved against her back by the guard. She glared to him before she continued on. She was walked out into the huge arena that she imagined used to be used for football or some other worthless sporting event. Her eyes looked up to the bright lights that shone down upon her.
The guard chuckled as he got to the center of the empty arena with her he reached forward and unclasped the shackles. “It’s a shame you won’t make it out of this alive. No one does.” He smirked to her before he turned and walked away.
Remiel stared after him she heard the echo of announcements begin as the arena began to morph around her. Her eyes moved about swiftly as platforms raised and walls became erected. She could still see up into the stands above. It was almost like a maze that she stood in the center of. A man was lowered down in a metal basket next to her. He held a microphone in his hand. He was the man performing the announcements. “Here she is ladies and gents. Our opening act. Get a good look at this one. Quite the looker if I do say so myself.” He chuckled and the crowd within the stands cheered. “What’s your name gorgeous?” He held the mic toward Remiel, she only returned a glare to him. “Well, this one isn’t much for talking folks.” He chuckled. “Oh, parting gift.” He reached forward swiftly, a slice appeared down her arm. “Can’t play cat and mouse if you’re not bleeding.” He snickered as he was lifted away.
Remiel looked to her arm that dripped blood. Her heart began to pound within her chest. Her bright blue hues lifted as she heard the echo of metal gates opening. Before her was a straight shot to the tunnel where several blood thirsty vampires rushed forward from. “Great...” She turned then and sprinted along. Cheers erupted from the crowd. Remiel rubbed her bleeding arm upon walls and darted this way and that. She leaped through holes in the walls and vaulted herself up to different levels within the maze. She was fast, agile. Possibly faster than Kratos imagined her to be. She continued to dart this way and that until she was met with a vampire that tackled her to the ground. The crowd roared to this sight.
Remiel struggled against the gaunt figure she squirmed along the ground and elbowed the man several times until she grasped a hold of a rock. She slammed it against his head. His skull made a sickening cracking sound and she was on her feet once again. Though this little interaction had allowed several to catch up to her. Remiel spun and took off once again. She slid under a wall and sprinted along. This way and that. How long could she keep this up? What exactly was it that she needed to do to win this game of cat and mouse?
A fist slammed against her chest and she fell to her back as she gasped for air. A vampire was on top of her before she could catch her bearings. She struggled against the man as his jaw snapped and his fangs bared, a hiss came over his lips at her. This man didn’t even seem like anything more than a fierce animal. Remiel caught the glimpse of a knife upon this man’s hip. She swiftly pulled it and slammed the blade through the vampire’s mouth. The knife jutted through his skull and blood splattered across her face. She stood to her feet as three more lunged forward. Remiel twisted and leaped into the air, she kicked into the chest of one and spun. Her blade sliced across the throat of another. Her moves were precise. Planned. Something that took years of experience and training. She spun and drove the knife into the chest of the third before she turned and snapped the neck of the one that she’d kicked in the chest.
Remiel was breathing heavily at this point. She moved along though, her feet still carried her just as swiftly. She wouldn’t give in so easily. She wouldn’t give Kratos the satisfaction of her dying. No. She wouldn’t die not like this. She sliced through another that came at her, causing the guts of the vampire to spill onto the ground as she sprinted along. She leaped up another ledge and balanced herself as she gazed about. How many were there hunting her? She looked to her arm that still bled and grit her teeth before she began sprinting along once again.
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