Easter/April Fool’s Day Special – Death Club Live Role play
A New cold war.
“Shadow Dancing”
Players:
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
Last time…
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like God himself had flipped the switch and all the lights and power returned to the compound. Wolf ripped off his night vision goggles, as the sirens sounded loudly. “FUCK!” There was nothing for it, and Ayalah had already got in behind the wheel of the Porsche. “I will leave you behind, you big Dope.”- she snarled, as she started the engine. Part of Ira wanted to kill Ayalah himself at this point, but he had almost completed the mission, and now, he had to chose. Tossing his goggles away in anger, he got into the car beside her, just in time, as she threw the car into reverse and floored it, the car’s tires screaming as the car rocketed out of the garage and then did a 180 degree spin, spewing out vast quantities of burning rubber fueled smoke. Laughing madly, she hit the accelerator and the car took off down the drive, past the numerous guns that were firing from the bushes. Pinging sounds heard against the outer metal of the car, as she headed for the gates and freedom. Ira tossed his head back into the head rest and grit his teeth. He hated himself more than ever, and wondered, if she would ever forgive him, if Lotus got out alive. :: Back in the compound, the sudden burst of light had Lotus come to a halt. “Oh no..” Time was not her friend. Out in the open now, she was a sitting duck. Madly she ran back into the room where they first came in and grabbed back up her bag that she had brought with her. Everything she needed to make an escape. Still wounded as she tried to place the bag on her back, she staggered for the balcony entrance, where she did a right turn, and started running for the cliff face of the compound gardens. It was the only way.
LadyBelz: Gia ducked into alcoves as guards ran about, searching for downed comrades or possibly the person or persons who had caused all the chaos. Still covered in black, she was unnoticeable as she began searching for Lotus. She came across the decapitated guards and spotted the trail of blood leading out onto the veranda walkway overlooking the cliffs. “Shit.” she whispered to herself, drawing her knife – a just in case measure. Stepping stealthily through the doors, she checked the area thoroughly. There was no sign of Lotus. Using the lights from inside the compound, she looked around for the trail of blood and spotted it heading away from where she was standing. Quickly she made for the gardens, hoping it wasn’t too late…
CharlotteCarrendar: Lotus’s heart was in her mouth, as she saw the Porche speeding out of the grounds, tearing away into the night. They had left her behind, to suffer the fate of whatever Yuri and his men had in store for the Japanese spy. Blood dripped from her wound as she staggered along the veranda, hearing the sound of crashing waves, coming from the end of the landing. The Wind whipped up, and mixed with the shouts of the remaining guards, and the ricochets of bullets being fired at the car speeding away, she knew she didn’t have too many options left. Her hair spilling out from her bun as she ran, like a black torrent down her back, the bag was now weighing her down. Fearing for her life, she dropped the bag on the ground so she had enough strength to make it to the cliff edge. She didn’t look back, even if it meant she would be shot from behind..
LadyBelz: Lotus had a good head start but didn’t know the compound as well as Gia did. Ignoring the guards that were occupied inside and out in front of the compound, she quickly followed the trail of blood, noticing the little droplets were getting larger and thicker the further she traveled. A sound made her glance up and she spotted her quarry as she tossed some bag away from her in order to not be bogged down. Her right arm seemed to be hanging listless at her side. Gia picked up the pace, gaining ground quickly behind the fleeing woman. “Lotus! Wait!” Gia took a chance and called out the young woman’s name. The alarm was still blaring so it was doubtful she was heard.
CharlotteCarrendar: Ten feet from the edge, the balcony of Roman columns were the only thing stopping people from toppling over the edge and plummeting into the sea. Down far below, the roar of the waves, as they crashed against the rocks was almost deafening. Lotus could no longer have feeling in her right arm, as her shoulder had been seriously damaged by the gun shot wound. Suddenly, there were footsteps, running. Someone was running after her. Flashes of memory flickered through her mind as she made the final few steps. Then a voice; “Lotus! Wait!” Someone called her code name. Blinking tears, she whipped her head back around, to see the outline of a woman, then getting closer she was dressed like that of the Crow. Terrified it was one of Yuri’s people, she cried out. “I jump!”
LadyBelz: “I jump!” Gia heard the woman’s breathless and panic-filled warning. She stopped a few feet away. “Lotus…I only want to help you. You have to trust me now. Can you do this?” Gia asked, slowly putting her knife away and holding out her hand. “You can not jump, not from this height. The rocks below will rip you to shreds. There is an easier way to be free from this place but you have to trust me.” Gia pleaded with the young woman, hand held out, almost in supplication.
CharlotteCarrendar: :- All Lotus’s life, she had been betrayed, by each single person she had ever loved. Even Ira left her to die. Why now, would a saviour come to her aid, just as she was staring death in the face. Her face showed the torture of years of abuse and neglect, and the trust was just not there. Eyes brimming with tears. She took a look back down at the tumultuous sea, that would ravage her body, and wash her away like the stain that she was. There was only one way…and she slowly took her katana off her back with her left hand, and sank to her knees. As the woman would watch on, most likely horrified by this, Lotus, with one hand, turned the blade, so the tip would face her stomach. She had no honour, she had no true family, for she could never call Uri or Ayalah that. Her head dropped, as she tried to force the blade through her chest with one hand, as her body sagged.
LadyBelz: Gia watched in horrified shock at what she was about to do, paralyzed. She could not let this happen. She had made a promise and she was not about to break it. “No!” she cried out, running full out toward the girl. When she was close enough, she kicked out, striking the hilt of the katana with the heel of her boot, praying that she was not too late.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The tip of the blade starts to penetrate her clothing, and then she feels the tear of skin, when all of a sudden, the woman who is watching the closing of the lotus, kicks the katana out of Lotus’s hand and it clatters to the ground, the tip of the blade coated in her blood. Lotus’s head wobbles slightly, then rises as she views the woman who screamed “No!” at her. Sirens blaring and the roar of the sound of a fleet of cars, meant one thing….they were coming back from the Ball. Shuddering, Lotus extended out a blooded hand to the woman and then collapsed upon the ground.
LadyBelz: Gia hears the screech of tires out front and could hear Yuri yelling “Vhat zee fuck ees zees bullsheet?” She turned back to Lotus just as the young woman lost the fight with consciousness. “Dammit.” she swore. She had much to do and precious little time to do it in. First things first, she grabbed up the katana and backtracked to the bag that had been tossed away and quickly hid them where no one would find them, beneath a cluster of rocks that made up the north wall of the garden. She grabbed up the unconscious woman, careful of her injuries and got her up over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. She turned back the way they had come, knowing time was precious, but the library was the quickest route back to the servant’s quarters, where she knew she could keep Lotus safe from Yuri and his men. Checking that no one was about, she slipped silently into the library and took the left hall into the servant’s wing. One of the other servant girls, who had bravely kept a watch out, saw her coming with her cargo, eyes wide. “What happened?” she whispered. “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” Gia’s tone brooked no argument and the girl, eyes wide with fright, nodded vigorously, hurrying down the hall to wake a few of the other servants for the task ahead. Gia got to her room without incident and carefully placed Lotus on her own bed. She ducked into the bathroom for medical supplies and water. Setting the items on the side table, she quickly ripped off the black silk top Lotus had been wearing and tossed it across the room. The wound from the katana blade was superficial and didn’t require her immediate attention. It was the gunshot wound that worried her and needed the most work. Ripping the shade off of her lamp so that she’d have more light to work with, she took up a pair of tweezers and began to probe the wound, checking to see if the bullet had lodged itself inside. Not finding anything, she turned the woman onto her side to see the exit wound in the back. Nodding, she took up the peroxide and poured half the bottle into the wound, taking a chance that this would knock the woman back into the land of the living, or make her groan in pain but remain unconscious.
CharlotteCarrendar: As Lotus hit the ground, she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time. Would this be the moment, when God finally decided to let her end her suffering? Dazzling lights like fireflies danced about her in this state of unconsciousness. The beat of her heart became the final drums that led to the next life. Everything in her life started to show in her mind’s eye, but going backwards, in rapid time, as she stared down the pathway to the light….she glanced down beside her to see her five year old self, who reached out and took her hand. The little girl was smiling at her, and pointing to the light. That way…that way…Just up ahead, her mother stepped out from behind a tree and gestured for her to come. Take the journey into the light. Boom..boom..boom..Boom….Boom…her heart was still beating. The little girl started to pull on Lotus’s hand, trying to get her to walk faster. A blazing red light appeared from the other side of the track, and she could then hear voices. Two women talking; “Not now. I must see to her safety but I need you to pick a few of the others that you trust to keep this secret to go to the main hall and clean up the blood trail leading to the gardens and to here. He has returned and he cannot find this woman or we are all dead. Do you understand me?” In Lotus’s mind, the light was starting to fade, as the little girl broke her hand away and ran towards her mother. Lotus finally stopped walking and looked back behind her. Boom…Boom…Boom…Boom…”Misako…….” There was a god awful pain, that had her cry out in the real world, as she opened her eyes to see Gia hovering over her.
LadyBelz: Lotus’s eyes snapped open and caught Gia’s gaze. Gia stared back at her. “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia whispered, returning to tending the gunshot would. It had stopped its furious bubbling and she used some water to wash away the blood. Grabbing up needle and thread, she began to stitch the wound closed, having done this many times for herself out in the field. Once the front wound was done, she again turned Lotus to her side to give the same treatment to the exit wound. She inspected her work, satisfied to see no oozing. She covered both with gauze and medical tape before wrapping her shoulder in a field bandage. She careful returned Lotus to her back and stood with a sigh. “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed. Yuri cannot find you here, he does not come to this wing of the house. Once you are well, I will get you out of here safely.” There was a light tap on the door and drawing her knife, she turned toward it. “Yes?” she whispered. “It is me.” came the voice of the servant girl. Gia pulled the door open slightly and peeked through the crack. “We have done as you asked, but He is in a right state. He shot the Captain for his failure and they have another prisoner, a man, with them.” the girl stated. “What of the other girl…Mia?” Gia asked. The girl shook her head. “Dammit.” Gia snapped. She had been hoping that Mia would have gotten away while they were out, but it looked to not be the case. “Thank you. Back to bed with you now. And remember, you saw nothing.” The girl nodded and headed back to her own room. Gia closed the door and locked it before turning back to the bed. Despite the pain, Lotus looked to be staring at Gia in curiosity.
CharlotteCarrendar: “You are safe. No one will find you here. You are safe.” Gia continued to reassure Lotus, as she carried out cleansing the gunshot wound, which at this point was agonizing. With nothing to bite down on, Lotus grit her teeth, to stop herself from crying out further and giving away the fact she was there. Whilst the sewing of the wound was performed, Lotus stared at the woman, unsure of what to make of her. Surely she was risking everything just by helping her and hiding her in her room. Lotus still had no idea what to make of her, but she was in no position to argue. . “If you can understand me, you must remain in this room until you are healed.” Lotus finally knew what this meant. She had been double crossed by her half sister, Ayalah. Ira obviously in on it, had led her here purely to be the decoy as he rescued Ayalah for her Father, Uri. The more she thought of the whole plan, the more she realized she meant nothing to no one. A knock at the door, and Lotus had been eased on her back. Laying there, she listened to the two women converse again about Yuri returning. He may well tear the place apart looking for Ayalah, but maybe this woman knew more of the compound than she had imagined. On the closing of the door, the young girl dismissed, it was just Lotus and Gia again. The two staring at each other. Lotus finally spoke. “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?”
LadyBelz: “I am honoured you have helped me….but who do you work for? Why help me?” came the hushed question. How was one to answer that without giving too much away. “I work for…a friend. And I help you because I can. Do not ask any more. You need your rest. When it is safe to do so, I will bring you something to eat.” Gia turned away, pulling off her top to reveal the stained wife beater underneath…stained with the blood of the Lotus no doubt. She sat down in the chair across the room to pull off her boots before standing again to strip off her pants. Standing only in her shirt and a pair of plain black underwear, she crossed the room to collect the supplies she used. She gave Lotus a piercing look, one of some deep suffering she had yet to reveal before she shook her head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The sounds of a shower starting made it to Lotus’s ears, but there was nothing beyond that. Who was Gia? And what was the look in her eyes for?
CharlotteCarrendar: – Told barely enough, Lotus had to stay quiet as instructed. Clearly the woman had been through an ordeal in the release of Ayalah, and now had the wounded Japanese girl in her room, that could well undermine her ability to do her job. Promised food, and assistance, Lotus simply nodded, but continued to watch her with wide eyed fascination. Following her movements, and she caught the look in her eyes. Haunting to say the least. It seemed that the pair, may well have something in common, but what? Only through sharing words, would they discover the truth behind the eyes. With the shower starting in the other room, and now Lotus was on her own, she turned over to stare at the wall, as in her mind, she plotted the destruction of the Viper and Uri…if she ever got out of this alive.
LadyBelz: When the alarms had started blaring, Yavin thought it was a drill so he ignored it at first and continued his patrol. It didn’t even concern him that Boris had been gone nearly an hour, supposedly to take a piss. It didn’t take anyone an hour to take a piss. He shook his head and made a mental note to speak to the Captain of the guards about Boris and his “tendancies”. When the lights went down and the reports started coming over the radio of shots being fired, Yavin went on high alert. He needed Boris and needed him now. Backtracking, glad that because of his patrols, he knew the compound like the back of his hand, he made his way quickly to Yuri’s study. Not wanting to alert anyone to his presence, he made his way around the room using the wall until he came to the fireplace mantel, wherein he encountered a problem. With the power cut, there was no way to open the door to the dungeons. “Fuck!” he swore [in Russian – translate later]. Thinking he’d try and pry the door open, he was surprised to find that the door was already open [meaning Ayalah got out before the lights were killed]. Grabbing a penlight from his pocket, he clicked it on and with his gun aimed and ready to fire, slowly descended.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Ira removed a pistol from his holster, as he followed the stone wall along, that led down a corridor, on its way towards the dungeons. The sounds of gunfire and shouting from above signalled that the remaining guards were in a panic, and were trying desperately to restore power and light to the compound. Ira’s head turned back, the greenish glow, illuminated his sight giving the corridor an eerie feel. He had his objective, first and foremost, and that was to get Ayalah out of the compound and to the airport as quickly as he could. A turn in the corridor, and from memory of the lap top image, he took the turn, and made sure to check first, by peeking around the corner, for signs of Yuri’s men. Heart pounding in his chest so loud it was deafening, he tried to regulate his breathing. Don’t panic. The wolf continued to make ground, each step poised and perfect. He soon reached an opened door, obviously a guard was also on the way down. There was no going back, he went through the door opening, and started his descent. In the dungeons, Ayalah was running, running past cells filled with women that were the pleasure slaves of Yuri. Many were screaming for help, for release, and she refused to stop. She was no saviour, she was the Viper. And only cared about herself. :: Two floors up, Misako had stepped out before two guards and then tilted her head, as she assumed a crouch, the blade held vertical. The stance of a Samurai, just as Ryu had taught her. The Lotus fell silent, and then poised for their attack. <3>
LadyBelz: Yavin paused in the middle of the stairwell, certain he had heard footsteps. He waited, breathing shallow, for the sound to come again. All he could hear was the distant shouting of the other girls begging to be let out. Ignoring that, he continued his descent. He reached the bottom and from memory, went right to check the guards rooms to make sure no one could be hiding there. As he did this, it would ensure that he and Ayalah didn’t cross paths. Gia, the young servant girl who had been instrumental in letting Ayalah know help was on the way, hid in a corner of the cells, her body encased in all black and her own night vision goggles perched upon her face. She held her gun at the ready and watched as Yavin turned toward the guards rooms. She liked Yavin, as he was one of the more nicer guards and would have hated to kill him if he had come across Ayalah before she could get away. As he was searching the rooms, she heard running and turned to see Ayalah running from the direction of the girls’ cells. She quickly gained her feet and went after the young woman. When she was close enough, she reached out and quickly slapped a hand over the woman’s mouth, hoping she wouldn’t scream or fight back.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Suddenly Ayalah felt a small hand, feminine clamp over her mouth and then her body being pulled into an alcove. Furious, she snarled through the hand, her hot breath upon the woman’s skin. The gun in her hand was cocked, however, it’s very hard to shot someone who is right in behind you. At that same time, the sound of another set of footsteps could be heard coming. Possibly a guard, and this is when the penny dropped. A guard would have shot her, why would a woman try to silence her? Holding her breath, she waited for the person that was approaching to come into view. Upstairs, Misako now had the attention of the two guards, who just made her outline in the darkness. “Come on girly. You should not be out of your cage.” Lotus took a deep breath, then started a sprint, her katana whirling, as she went to slash off the right hand of the first guard, with one swift stroke. The guard screamed as his gun hit the stone floor, his hand flipping alongside it, as Lotus went into another spin, and did a vertical slash with her blade, both hands gripping the tsuka, she sliced at the top of the head off the second guard, hoping to scalp him alive. <3>
LadyBelz: Pleased when Ayalah didn’t move a muscle, they stayed that way and through her goggles, watched as a second guard met up with Yavin just down the hall from them. “Yavin, is this drill?” the guard asked. “I do not think this drill, comrade. Get back upstairs, stay alert.” Yavin told him. The other guard nodded and headed off. Yavin decided to check Ayalah’s cell…he had a feeling that was where Boris had run off to. He passed within a few feet of the two women in the alcove, they could have reached out and goosed him. He continued on until he was out of sight and out of earshot. Gia waited a few more minutes before slowly removing her hand from where it covered Ayalah’s mouth. “You are armed, yes?” Gia whispered, the light of the goggles throwing Ayalah’s sweat-slicked face into sharp relief.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The woman’s voice was familiar, as the guard passed just within a hairs breath of them. You are armed, yes?” Gia removed her hand from Ayalah’s mouth, and Ayalah was ready to bite out in rage. “That fucker got in my cell…ugh, I can still feel his saliva on my clit. Ugh.”- she spun around and showed off the gun in her hand. “This is what I got for my troubles.”- she flicked her wrist, and then leered at the girl. “Get…me…the…fuck…out…of …here” Her voice hoarse from not having used it much in the past month. Coming down the stairs, Ira could hear someone coming back up. ~FUCK!~ He swore internally, backing to a wall, and then holding his firing arm out and pointed, ready to shoot the person who came around the winding staircase. :: The man who had just lost the top of his head, was showing off a sliced opened portion of his brain, as he sank to his knees, twitching and bringing up blood and vomit. It was a disgusting sight, as the Lotus went back into a defensive stance, her blade dripping in the crimson blood of her victim. The guard with the missing hand, was flailing about, blood spurting out upon the floor. <3>
LadyBelz : – “Get…me…the…fuck…out…of …here” Gia heard the woman growl. Nodding, she took the woman’s hand and after checking to see that the coast was clear, began leading Ayalah toward the stairs…Meanwhile, Yavin had reached Ayalah’s cell and the beam of light illuminated the dead guard laying in the hall, a single gunshot wound to the temple telling him more than enough. “Boris?” he hissed, getting a firm grip on his gun. He didn’t hear a sound from Ayalah’s cell and grew worried. “Boris? You better be dressed, you sonofabitch!” Yavin growled, stepping over the dead guard. He shined his light into the open door of Ayalah’s cell and froze in stupefied shock. Boris’s sightless eyes stared back at him, a congealing pool of blood turning the left side of his face into a crimson mask. He fumbled for his radio and clicked it on. “T47 to T3, come in!” he hissed. There was a short burst of static. “T3 here, report.” Yavin could not tear his eyes away from Boris’s dead body. “Boris is dead. The girl has escaped…and she is armed.” Yavin reported, tearing his eyes away and heading back toward the stairs. “Copy, T3! Get back up top! We need those lights back on!” was the reply. “I’m heading for the power breakers now. Out!” Yavin took off at a run, knowing that they needed to get things back under control before Yuri returned or they were all dead men.
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the stair well, Wolf could make out the approaching of possibly a guard’s footsteps coming closer around the winding staircase. With his arm stretched out and aimed, at the shadow that was getting closer and closer to his position, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. This could be Ayalah trying to escape, or possibly a guard. He would not know until he pulled the trigger. But the person was in a hurry, since the lack of power, meant the darkness was the ally of the enemy. Sure enough, as soon as the guard rounded the bend, Wolf took aim and then blasted two bullets, in rapid succession, going right through the forehead of the unlucky guard. The entire back section of his skull was blown off, and splattered, caking the wall behind him with matted hair, skin and skull fragments. The dead guard’s knees buckled, and he fell backwards, going down the few stairs, till coming to a stop, his blood continuing to flow down each step. Wolf lowered his arm and then leapt over the dead man’s legs and continued on to the ground floor, where he was sure to run into…the other guard who called in a report. But where was Ayalah? <3>
LadyBelz: As the two women headed for the stairs, there was the report of gunfire above them. Gia froze, waiting, the grip she had on Ayalah’s hand going tight. There was a thudding noise and a dead guard fell at their feet, a large hole in his head. Gia’s gun went up, hoping Ayalah’s did the same behind her. A moment later, an armed man stepped into the light of her goggles and her finger clenched on the trigger. Gia wasn’t familiar with all of Yuri’s guards and assumed he was one, trying to recapture her charge. Gia scowled darkly and took aim. “One more step and I kill you dead.” Gia hissed, the cocking of her gun loud in the near silence of the dungeons…Yavin heard the distant shots and swearing, he headed back toward the stairs at a run, hoping he got there in time to stop whatever was happening. Mentally, he cursed Yuri for making the dungeon halls so fucking long on either side, almost a mile between the cells and the stairs.
CharlotteCarrendar:- “One more step and I kill you dead.” Gia hissed, holding her gun out towards the oncoming Wolf, who heard her all too clearly. He just came into view, still wearing the night vision goggles, and then on recognising the pair, a broad smile broke out upon his face. “Whose afraid of the big bad Wolf, eh? Not you Gia, surely. I see you got Ayalah. Nice. Now, put the gun down, I would like to get out of this mess in one piece.”- Ayalah almost died when she realised who it was. The sound of his voice, was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. “Ira..”- Ira reached out and gave her face a small slap. “In the flesh….now come on, let’s get up the stairs. Lotus is on her own, with who knows how many guards.”- Upstairs, Lotus now had the attention of another guard, who had heard the cries of the ones she had felled. “Bitch…Yuri will be having you fuck his dogs!” He held up a torch and a gun, and he fired the gun towards her right shoulder. <3>
LadyBelz: Ah, the infamous Wolf. Gia breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her gun. She could feel some of the tension leaving Ayalah upon his appearance, through the hand she still held. “You must go now. There is another guard here and he is sure to have heard the gunshots. I will hold him off as long as I can. They do not know I work for Uri so my cover must not be blown. Go up the stairs, take a left when you reach the top, you will come the servant’s hall. Follow that, it will bring you straight to the garage. Keys for the cars are beside the door. I never saw you.” With those instructions, Gia turned away from them and headed back into the darkness to wait for Yavin. She quickly removed her goggles and slipped a black mask over her head so her face was covered before slipping the goggles back on. She made sure her gun was loaded and found a niche that gave her a full view of the hall leading to the girls’ cells. They could still be heard banging on the doors, hoping to be let free. For now, her only priority was keeping Ayalah out of Yuri’s clutches. She’d worry about the rest later. Rapid footsteps echoed up the hall and Gia, fully known amongst Uri’s men as The Shadow, blended into the shadows of her name and waited…
CharlotteCarrendar:- Wolf was still grinning, though he took a step back so he could check down the corridor for the oncoming of another guard. The screams and cries of the other women however, did bother him some and he wondered, would they ever be freed. But they were simply not his problem for now. Gia, ever the professional, gave her orders, as she decided to stay undercover, rather than risk exposure. You must go now. There is another guard here and he is sure to have heard the gunshots. I will hold him off as long as I can.’- Ayalah and Wolf listened carefully to her instructions. She was truly one of God’s angels, in this case, and Wolf took her into a hug, before releasing her to go back to previous location. Watching her go, Wolf seized Ayalah’s free hand and jerked it forward. “Now we go…come on.”- Ayalah nodded and followed him back up the stairs, but she just wanted to follow Gia’s instructions, and not worry about the Lotus. To her, that is what Lotus was there for. A distraction. :: The bullet whistled through the air, and hit Lotus at the top of her right shoulder, causing her to wince and buckle over, losing the grip of her katana, which fell from her hand with a dull clunk upon the stone floor. Seeing the Japanese assassin wounded, the Guard ran at her, ready to tackle her to the ground. <3>
LadyBelz: From the darkness, Yavin appeared in her goggles and she took aim, firing two shots into the dirt at his feet. Yavin stopped dead in his tracks before quickly backing away and taking cover behind the open door of one of the empty cells. He cursed the lights being out as he couldn’t see a fucking thing. Taking a breath and hoping for the best, he took aim and fired into the dark. Gia felt one of the bullets wing past her face, nearly grazing her skin through her mask and she scowled. That bastard had taken a potshot at her! Fuck that! She took aim and fired, embedding two slugs in the steel door he was hiding behind. Yavin heard the pings as metal struck metal and he hit the floor, kissing dirt before he realized that the door had stopped the bullets’ momentum. Now he was pissed. Hunched down, he ducked around the door and fired, just as Gia fired back. The flare from the gun gave away her general position and he fired again. Gia had to duck backward as the bullet struck the wall where her head had been positioned. Now she was well and truly pissed. Meantime, the guards were running about like scared babies, trying to figure out where the shots were being fired from. What none knew was that there were automatic weapons, set on timers, in the bushes surrounding the fence [think “Aliens” when they set the guns up in the hall outside the room they were hiding in]. They were set to fire short bursts every 5 minutes. The Captain had whatever men he could round up firing back and taking cover, but it was hard to see what you were shooting at when there were no lights, not even moonlight. “Somebody get those fucking lights back on!” he screamed.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The pair hot footed it up the stairs, going round and round the twirling stair case, till finally reaching the top, where Wolf was looking to the right direction, where the sounds of gunfire and men screaming could be heard. Lotus was out there fighting for her life, trying to take down all the guards, and he knew he made a promise to her, to come find her once they had Ayalah free. Ayalah, had other ideas. She knew the directions that Gia had given had to be correct, and she said to Wolf. “Come on…Gia said to go left toward the servant’s hall. That is the way to freedom.” Wolf on the other hand, had other ideas. “I promised Lotus, to come get her.” This was when Ayalah raised her gun to his face. “No…you are going to come with me now. My father knew what he was doing sending her. She is the Lotus, and she will do her job. *Ayalah sneered angrily* “Saving me… Now come!”- She truly was the Viper after all. Venomous; and deadly. :: In the other part of the building, Lotus was doubled over, with her left hand unseen. The right shoulder bleeding profusely from the gunshot wound to her shoulder. The guard made the bolt, charging straight at her, when all of a sudden, her head flicked up just enough to see those cold eyes, as she flicked forward her left arm. She released two hira shuriken from her fingers, which found purchase, one in his left eye, the other in his forehead. With blood blurring his vision, he staggered about, as she quickly knelt to retrieve her blade with her left arm. Lotus screamed and ran at him, thrusting her katana right through his chest. Held up against him with her body, he twitched and jerked as she kicked him back off her, and he slid back off her blade. Another down…but Lotus was wounded…and needed to escape. <3>
LadyBelz: Yavin and Gia had been shooting at each other for almost 10 minutes and she was running out of ammo. She needed to get back to her room in the servant’s wing before they discovered her missing. Checking her last clip, she saw that she had two rounds left. She had to make them count if she was going to get out of this unscathed. Peeking around the niche, she saw Yavin hadn’t removed his leg from her view. Taking aim, she fired off her last two rounds, praying they hit their marks. Blood exploded and Yavin screamed in pain as the bullets sunk into his thigh and foot respectively. He fell backward, dropping his own gun in the process and that was her cue to run. She took the stairs two at a time, reaching the top as another guard came into the room to see why it was taking so long to get the lights back on. Without stopping, she drew her blade and sliced his throat, the man dead before he even knew what had happened. Into the hall she ran, coming upon Wolf and Viper facing one another, the gun in Ayalah’s hand ready to fire. “I thought I told you to leave!” Gia scowled, angry at the whole situation. This was not going how she planned. She could hear a guard screaming just down the hall. “It is only a matter of time before they get the lights back on, you need to leave. Now!” Gia pulled a second blade from her belt and threw it with deadly accuracy toward Ayalah. Whether the woman moved or not was another story.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Lotus’s right shoulder had dropped slightly; the blooded wound clearly visible through her torn fight suit. The pain was excruciating, but she had to see past it, if she was going to get out of this alive. Making it past her third victim, she could hear the rapid gunfire coming from outside, along with the shouts of the men, trying desperately to get the lights back on, so they could see their foe clearly. Thinking that Ira must have Ayalah by now, she headed in the direction she recalled him taking, but with all the noise and distractions, she was now incredibly alert to whoever might come around a corner and fire at her. Would Ira leave her to die? :: In the entrance to the stairs, Gia found Wolf and Viper squared off, and let it be known that this was not the plan at all. “I thought I told you to leave!” Ayalah shot a look at Gia and then snarled. “Oh but we are.”- Ira was still in two minds, but then Gia screamed. . “Now!” Drawing out a blade and throwing it in deadly accuracy towards Ayalah, who leapt just shy of it, as it tore the side of her arm. Ripping her skin open. “RRAAWWWRR! I will get you for that.” She then gripped Ira’s arm and attemped to drag him with her up the hall towards the servants hall where she seized the keys to one of the cars. Wolf was protesting. “You can’t do this!”- Ayalah simply laughed. “I bet you fucked her too. Nearly all of Daddy’s boys do.” She then pointed the key at a porches’, which beeped with its lights flashing, and she ran for the driver’s side door. <3>
LadyBelz: The knife zipped by Ayalah’s arm, drawing blood, but the blade imbedded itself into the head of the guard that had been coming up behind her, ready to shove his own blade into Ayalah’s back. Ayalah for her part grabbed Wolf and dragged him to the garage, his protests futile. Gia watched them go, but at the name of Lotus, turned back the way she had come to look for the famed Lotus Flower. If Ira had promised to get Lotus out, then Gia would take his place and do just that. She removed her blade from the guard she had killed and went in search of Lotus. It was then the lights came back on, their brightness ripping through her night vision goggles. With a scream, she ripped them from her head, covering her eyes with her hands. “Fuck!” she hissed. She was now vulnerable. Luckily she had kept her mask on, hiding all her facial features except her eyes. But any guard who saw her now would assume she was one of the ones who were attacking and shoot her on sight. Feeling her way, she found a place to hide until her vision could correct itself. The wait was excruciating. Five minutes later and the spots slowly faded from her view until she could see again. Checking the hall, she eased out of her hiding spot and went in search of Lotus.
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like God himself had flipped the switch and all the lights and power returned to the compound. Wolf ripped off his night vision goggles, as the sirens sounded loudly. “FUCK!” There was nothing for it, and Ayalah had already got in behind the wheel of the Porsche. “I will leave you behind, you big Dope.”- she snarled, as she started the engine. Part of Ira wanted to kill Ayalah himself at this point, but he had almost completed the mission, and now, he had to chose. Tossing his goggles away in anger, he got into the car beside her, just in time, as she threw the car into reverse and floored it, the car’s tires screaming as the car rocketed out of the garage and then did a 180 degree spin, spewing out vast quantities of burning rubber fueled smoke. Laughing madly, she hit the accelerator and the car took off down the drive, past the numerous guns that were firing from the bushes. Pinging sounds heard against the outer metal of the car, as she headed for the gates and freedom. Ira tossed his head back into the head rest and grit his teeth. He hated himself more than ever, and wondered, if she would ever forgive him, if Lotus got out alive. :: Back in the compound, the sudden burst of light had Lotus come to a halt. “Oh no..” Time was not her friend. Out in the open now, she was a sitting duck. Madly she ran back into the room where they first came in and grabbed back up her bag that she had brought with her. Everything she needed to make an escape. Still wounded as she tried to place the bag on her back, she staggered for the balcony entrance, where she did a right turn, and started running for the cliff face of the compound gardens. It was the only way. <3>
-The horrified look on Ayalah’s face, when she stared into the eyes of Alexi, who had the gun pointed squarely between her eyes. She’d been double crossed, by these Russian faggots, who probably didn’t even honour the payment for the information that led to the recovery of the Death Club Star, Mia. “Are you both stupid, do you know who I am? I am an Agent of the Israeli government, and if you think you can just whisk me away, you are both going to regret it.”- The poison and venom in her voice, was evident, defiant, even in the face of the man who held a gun to her head. Her eyes darted between the two men, as she said. “Kusemek!”- She shouted, only to be gripped forcibly around the neck by Alexi, and then having a gag shoved in her mouth, so she could no longer speak. There was no the leg room to kick, since Mia was out cold at the feet of Yuri. Her voice may been taken, but her eyes said it all. The fury of the Assassin, to be caught out in her own game. The limo sped towards the airport, where a private jet was waiting to take Yuri, Alexi and Mia back to Russia, where the nightmare of the two women’s lives was about to begin.
Waiting for the limousine at an Airport hanger just off the main runway, was a Gulfstream private jet, fully fuelled and ready for takeoff within minutes of its passengers boarding. At the foot of the stairs to the plane, were two suited heavies, both wearing dark sunglasses, and armed with revolvers in the jackets. Ear pieces relaying Intel to them, fed from the vehicle, would have both men nod, when the lights of the limousine could be seen coming for the hanger opening. When the vehicle rolled to a stop, Yuri and Alexi would exit the car first, while the heavies dealt with the luggage, so to speak. Mia, was out to it, and so to carry her onto the plane, was a lot easier, then the hell cat Ayalah, who was scratching and kicking, one kick smashing a bouncer in the balls, only to have him double over, while the other body guard restrained her, long enough for Alexi to tie her hands behind her back, and her feet bound together, so there would be no more mule like incidents. He would pat her head, only to have the wild growl come from Ayalah’s throat. God, she was now making a mental list of who she was going to kill and how, once she figured out a way, to escape. The men now had a better chance of getting her on board, but she still threw herself about like a marlin. Whoever was going to tame this brumby, was in for the ride of their life.
Ayalah was carried on board the plane, but only to be taken down the back and tossed onto a chair, and then physically restrained with belts into the sitting position. The Captain announced that they were about to take off, as Yuri and Alexi took their seats, and strapped in, while Ayalah could just make out the head of Mia, which was leaning against a window, but obviously out to the count from whatever drug or sedative they had given her. You could hear the jet engines being started up, and the flashing lights as the maintenance crews and the re fuelers, moved their vehicles out of the way, as the plane was about to taxi down the runway, turn and then fire up to full power, preparing for takeoff. Taking her last look at Prague International airport, she snorted loudly through her nose, when the plane’s jets whined and then with a shrill sound the plane rocketed forward, hurtling down the runway at speed, till finally the nose of the jet lifted off and the Gulfstream rose up into the rainy night sky, soon to leave Prague, and its devastated people behind. For the first time ever, Ayalah was truly out of her depth, and she knew to follow them to Russia, in such a cold winter, was a fools game.
For hours; the flight continued, with Yuri and Alexi laughing, every so often, Alexi glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at Ayalah, as she was restrained in her seat, the gag still in her mouth, so she could not scream obscenities. Ayalah’s eyes were filled with hate for these men, that had gone against the deal, and taken her prisoner, as well as the Night club star, Mia. How could Ayalah been so foolish to think that a Man like Yuri, would simply let her go on her way. This was not the plan, no she had a new assignment in London, and it dawned on her, that her superiors may well wonder where the fuck she was. Turning her head towards the window, she stared at her own reflection, and the image that stared back at her, with the tousled hair, and the gag in her mouth, she seen this before. When in the Special Forces, she was trained for hostage situations, and at one point, they held her head over a large bucket of ice water, where she could see her reflection. One of the men, gripped the back of her head, even though her mouth was gagged, and shoved her head, into the freezing waters. 10 seconds….20 seconds…..30 seconds…and her head brought up, eyes bulging from the cold, and snorting out the ice water from her nostrils. Lungs screaming for oxygen, as the torture were repeated, again and again. This was how they conditioned Ayalah, to mentally toughen her against her captors, whoever they may be, and in the background, a man stood. From being imprisoned in solitary for weeks, with a bag over her head, then her body assaulted with various weapons, as the voice of Uri would come in at the end, and say “שוב.” (Translation: “Again”)
This man, Uri would come to be known as “Pappa”, but he was not loving, nor kind. He was always watching her, right from her youngest days, for as early as she could remember. The Man in Black. The same man; that had taken her from her village, after the tragic death of her parents and family, in a dispute over land and the placement of a new home. Ayalah’s mother was the last to die, from internal injuries, while Uri stood in the back ground, and Ayalah played outside, unaware, that her life would never be the same. Uri Amar, one of Israel’s top agents, and leader of this unit. He insisted, that she go through all the training of his best men. Uri wanted to create the ultimate female mercenary, and for years that followed, that is exactly what she was to become. The blood that flowed through Ayalah’s veins was poison. She became a creature of destruction, that toppled governments, with her intelligence gathering resourcefulness, her ability to get into her target’s mind and life, and then leave them wanting. Ayalah came to be able to detatch herself from the world. Job after Job, Ayalah became more proficient at deception, and trickery. One minute, she would seducing a top Politician, and gaining all his secrets, whilst handing them over to an opposition government, then the next thing, she simply vanished, leaving the man behind desolate, and ruined. How can a woman, whose beauty matches that of the catwalk models of Milan, and yet within her chest, beat the heart of a killer. Cold, ruthless and deadly. Code name : Viper.
The Gulfstream finally touched down at a military airport, somewhere in Russia, but unfortunately with it being night, and the fierce weather conditions, Ayalah could not tell where she was. Unbuckled from her seat, she was again carried, by two Russian heavies, that removed her from the plane, and through her into the back of a van, that seemed to be in service years after the Cold war had ended. Driven for approximately fifty miles, the van came to a stop, and the sounds of arguing was heard outside. A Russian woman’s voice. Ayalah lay in the grime of the back of the truck, her shirt torn, skirt ripped. The doors of the truck flew open, and more guards. Where did they find these muscle bound baboons? Gnarled hands gripped at her, and dragged her from the back of the truck, hoisting her up, and taking her into what appeared to be a stately home, of this….mad man, Yuri. Struggling, was instinct, and she copped a strike to the head, before being tossed into a concrete cell, with no windows, a simple light globe, fitted into the ceiling, a bed that was mounted to the wall, and a toilet, which had seen better days. One of the men, removed her gag, and restraints, pushing her face down onto the bed, and walking out, slamming the door shut. The sound of the keys being turned in an old rusted lock, and this sound grinded in Ayalah’s mind, as she sat herself up slowly, and rubbed her aching wrists. The concrete shoebox, as she would come to call it, was barely big enough to swing a cat, let alone torture a prisoner.
From her years of training, she was flooded with memories, of similar situations, and so she took a deep breath, and rose to standing. Moving across the floor to the door, she ran her fingers down its sides, and to the flap, where food was obviously pushed through. There was a peep hole, and the door was made of solid steel. Riveted, and stronger than it appeared, even after years of neglect. This cell was not built to be escaped from. There was nothing in the room she could fashion into some kind of a weapon, the only thing she had, was her mind. And in order to protect it, she would need to dig deep inside herself. Not to break at the hands of these Russian bears. She growled under her breath;
“אני לא חושש.”
(Translation: “I’m not afraid.”)
Ayalah walked around in a circle, reaching up for her hair, and trying to smooth it back, when the door lock was heard to turn. Lowering her arms slowly, she turned her head to look back and sure enough, it was Yuri, and the owner of the female Russian voice. Her name; Sasha. A woman who may have been beautiful by Russian standards, but seriously looked to Ayalah, like she had a cold metal rod inserted fair up her ass. Course, Alexi was right there too, standing in and closing the door. What was this? The welcome wagon? Where was her fruit basket and champagne for such a wonderful suite? Yes, the strength of her mind was coming into play. Ayalah was not going to let them have the luxury of trying to take her will from her. The only way they could do that, was prizing it from her cold dead hands. Ayalah stared at each of them in turn, and Yuri was first to speak.
“Not talking eh? That’s too bad. I was looking forward to…disciplining you.”
Ayalah held her tongue. To speak now would win no points. A steely resolve, even though the cards were stacked against her. Eyes shifted to the crop holding Sasha, whose sick smile was bad enough to make any sane woman gag. Obviously one that got off on disciplining the “play things” of this Yuri, she was all too eager to make her desires known, as her eyes washed over Ayalah’s sleek but grimy form.
“Yuri, you promised me I could play with the pretty girl.” She whined, and Ayalah rolled her shoulders and stood tall, like the Viper that she was. Venom fuelled words spat from her mouth.
“Yes…let’s play a game. I have one I like to call ‘Let’s Rearrange Sascha’s Face.”
Strike one, in the first war of words, between the two women, which Sasha did not take kindly too at all. The result; a full backhand, that would send Ayalah spiralling down back onto the bed, the taste of blood in her mouth, from a cut to her lip. Licking up the crimson drops, she could not hold back strike two.
“That’s all you got, you bitch? That was a love tap.”
The reaction was swift, with Sasha moving in for the second strike, when Yuri intervened and pulled Sasha back. As far as he was concerned, Ayalah was a new toy to be added to his sparkling collection of beauties. And with her hellfire eyes, and body to die for, she would be worth a pretty penny to a man that liked a woman who could take the rough and give back just as hard. The two argued in Russian, while Ayalah listened intently, trying to gain an insight to Yuri’s plans. Of course, she could understand Russian perfectly, and so she translated in her mind.
“I wish to kill this fucking bitch and choke her on her own steaming entrails! Why you stop me? Sasha snarled, while Yuri hit back with; “Because, my dear Sascha…she is worth more alive than dead. Any man would pay through the teeth to bed such a devil. She must be handled differently than the others.” Sasha softened at Yuri’s words, and fell back alongside him like some obedient Doberman. Yeah, she looked totally like a Doberman, a right bitch. Ayalah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, refusing to show a sign of weakness before her captors. Yuri bowed, and gave his final words for this meeting.
“We will come back when you are feeling more…sociable.” The three then left the cell, the door being locked again once more, and she was left to her own devices. Ayalah rose off the bed slowly, and went to the small hand basin, turning on the tap, and cupping handfuls of water, to wash her blooded face. The stain of her blood filled the sink, and she watched as it gurgled, and then washed away down the sink. Taking off her shoes, she got up on the bed, and started to do sit ups. Ayalah decided, that an idle body, meant an idle mind, and she set to work, on building up her strength. This cell may be her gaol, but she was going to use it to her advantage. Humming a song in her head, she grunted, as she placed her hands behind her head, and pulled her body up to sitting, repeating this, again and again and again.Whoever was watching her through the peep hole, would see a woman, who was not ready, to roll over for her new Masters….Not today….Not ever. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: – Outside the club, a familiar car turned up to take the reserved space for VIP’s. It was a sportcar, pink of course, and what was on the side, the bonnet and the roof? Well, none other than hello Kitty. In it at the wheel, was none other than Inga Snoggleblom, the buxom porn star, barmaid to the Death Club and now the new face of Oil of Ole’ facial products. Opening the passenger door, was everyone’s favourite nerd, Kraus Zimmerman, wearing his favourite Superman t shirt, blue jeans and matching sneakers. He checked his collectable seiko Superman watch, and checked the time. He grinned and then shut his door carefully, before going around and opening the door, the long leg of Inga, her foot in a gorgeous pair of pink pumps from Milan. She was kitted out in a tight pink pvc mini dress, strapless, and done up with lacing at the back, her size F breasts bulging out the top, nipples almost exposed. Her hair was all teased up in a beehive, with curls coming down the sides, and sporting a huge round pair of hot pink sunglasses, her make up done professionally, by her stylist from the porn studios. It was then the papparazzi pounced, cameras clicking with men shouting “Miss Inga…this way…look right…smile, come on. Looking good, Inga…Inga…Inga this way. One more just one more.”- Inga posed with Kraus, arm in arm, both doing their best to keep up the appearances, Inga even doing the peace symbol, smiling. Her lips a lustrous shade of hot pink, matching her gucci purse. The bouncers would be of course ready to move the crush of photographers. :: At the bar, Nikolas was flexing his pecks at Iggy as she giggled and acted like a school girl on prom night. “Um.. Nick? Z’I h-h-have a q-q-uestion.” He stopped flexing, and then smiled, as Dixie came up and whooped him on the ass. “You’re not a bloody giggilo, Nick…get on the job and stop showing off ya keg to the clients…Jesus Christ, put on a shirt, Mate.” Dixie shook her head and went back to get Jenny’s orders for the rooms, while Nick shrugged and went right on flirting with Iggy. “Shoot Igs. What you wanna know?” Iggy asked, in her own special way, about getting a job in security, and this made Nikolas snort, somewhat. “Shit, you wanna work under Duke…You’re braver than I thought. I think you need to go see Helena, she is up in the office at the top of the stairs, but…a word of warning.” -He motioned with the crook of his finger, for her to come closer. “She hits on anything with tits. So..if you value your life, stay away from her pussy. I hear it has teeth.” – He then nodded chuckling as Dixie shouted over the din. “And you will have no dick if she finds out you said that.” <3>
DrakonMacar: *Duke, got a rape on the floor.* Duke sneered more so than before. He’d found a target. ^I see him.^ A rather orange looking muscle head with a pencil thin beard, short over gelled hair a wife beater, sunglasses indoors and an unnecessary abundance of gold painted chains. In short a complete and total douche bag and one who was all over a girl in the middle of the dancing throng. He saw her look, tears and sweat on her as he groped and tried to have his way with the young lady in a now thoroughly rolled tube top, no bra, mini-skirt and a very tight thong. Duke would’ve shaken his head at the display had he not seen the straped being tugged on by one of the bastards hands while the other was over her breast, pinching and squeezing. Duke had stormed down the stairs and pointed at the man. “GET OVER HERE!” He shouted over the crowd, the douche bag looked as he hid the girl on the other side of his body as he looked at the rage filled head of security and released the hand he was forcing a wedgie with to flip Duke off before turning back around and resuming his business. Something inside of Duke rejoiced at the morons disorderly conduct and defiance of authority. He waded through the crowd like an ice breaker cutting a frozen sea, in a flash he tilted his hat downwards to hide his eyes as he double tapped the mans shoulder. “You’re out.” ‘Fuck you cowboy yankee doodle, go back to your saloon and hoe downs you faggot.’ Duke’s grin widened as his fingers twitched, squeezing them hard to pop all the knuckles in his right hand at once. “GET OVER HERE!” He shouted as he ripped the man away from the back of his chains, sliding around his now falling figure very quickly to get between him and the sobbing girl. “Get outta here kid, go to the bar and wait for me there.” Duke looked over his shoulder to the girl who sniffed and nodded. ‘YO IT’S ON COWBOY! YOU SHOULDA STAYED AT YO COUSINS TRAILER AND FUCKED HIM YOU HILLY BILLY INBREED FAGGOT.’ The douche bag got up as a circle of people suddenly formed around the scene, 5′ radius from either. “You’re outta your league you sack of shit. Nobody does that shit under my roof.” The douche wasted no time in winding up and throwing a punch at Duke’s face. ‘I’LL FUCK YOU UP HARDER THAN THE LAST GUY WHO MESSED YOUR UGLY ASS FACE UP!’ Duke side stepped to the man’s left as the thrown punch went wide, in the same motion Duke’s left hand reached across his own chest and his arm threw out a back hand across the smug bastards face. “BITCHSLAP!” He shouted as the gloved hand that concealed a set of roughly textured steel knuckles impacted across the mans cheek. The sound of breaking bone could have been heard if the music weren’t blasting. In the recoiling motion as the douche held the side of his face and turned to stand up and face Duke, the gunsligners left hand was already a fist and a vicious upper cut landed under the mans jaw, shattering teeth and sending him on his back sprawling, whining and grimacing like the maggot Duke knew he was. “On your feet maggot.” Duke grabbed the back of the bastards wife beater and the waist of his pants, dragging him across the floor, to the front doors. Leoni and Dmitry opened them as Duke pulled, heaved and threw the fucker out on the street in front of God and everybody. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH US!” He shouted as the douche laid there outside the door way, spitting his broken teeth and blood. Duke looked out into the night as he heard gunshots, seeing the pleaing youngster then turning around and walking back inside, suddenly hearing Helena issue orders. Duke’s response was a simple grunt as he rubbed the knuckles of his glove with his right hand, retreating quickly at the sight of the sports car that Inga and Kraus pulled up in. He looked back at Igna and then to Kraus solemnly before vanishing into the crowd again, stopping by the bar to get an incident report from the girl as he lead her away from the club and into the security office.
LuciL: The reaction coming from Melissa was something to remember and Sabina wished she could somehow squeeze a tiny camera in her skimpy attire and take a picture of the teenage girl’s face. ‘RINA… OMG.. holyshit… YOU’RE HERE TOO??? Rina!!! I.. I mean.. YOU’RE HERE?? What are the odds? I mean I was just thinking about you.. I MEAN not that way.. ummm aww fuck.” The adorable nickname that Melissa had given Sabina squealed through her lips and it only made her more adorable to the older woman and she laughed again, finishing her first glass of Black Russian and hugged Melissa’s shoulders whispering softly “Its ok Mel, even women get fantasies about me, so your thoughts are completely normal” A teasing comment yes it was but Sabina was in a very good mood tonight even more now that another friend had showed up. She hoped Miho would not be taking too long at the restaurant and could join the two at the club, Sabina wanted her Japanese friend to meet Melissa, she had no doubt that the two women would get along well especially since she had to start working and soon to get her euros shoved in her ‘belt’ top and garters. “And used your advice…It doesn’t measure up to yours, but it’s a start. I’m totally fan girling right now…I didn’t think I would see you again.” Sabina’s mind was brought back to the present as Melissa explained why she had dyed her hair. Reaching across, Sabina ran her left gloved hand through Melissa’s newly dyed red tresses “Mel you look amazing and I am loving your outfit too” Her dark eyes once more raked up and down her friend’s attire with approval. “Mind if I sit with you” Sabina released her hand from Melissa’s hair and nodded “I need to start work, buuutt…watch at the ventilation tanks” She giggled with a playful wink, hugging Melissa one more time she left the bar and made her way back to the ventilation tank, brushing past the patrons queing up to get a drink. Several of them catching sight of her pink hair, the boys whooped at her immediately recognising the Romanian escort who laughed just as she heard Mia’s seductive voice come through the speakers, standing in the group of ‘fans’ she pointed towards the main stage ‘Eyes on the catwalk boys’ Sabina smiled brightly immediately seeing “Mr Quick hands Josef” already in the que “Jo, welcome back” She reached up to pass a kiss onto the man who kept giving her the Black Russians last weekend. She was pulled up into a hard embrace, his bulge clearly evident when it rubbed against her thigh “I hope you got cash Mr quick hands” Sabina teased Josef with a wink, her dark eyes turning to watch Mia tease the birthday boy on stage.
Tikool: She slapped herself a Rina walked away and her words flashed again ” It’s ok Mel, even women get fantasies about me, so your thoughts are completely normal” Melissa head desks and laughs. ” That’s not what I meant… god I totally throw my ‘ I’m not awkward at all ‘ card tonight. ” leaning back she looks for the pipes she was just told about and orders another drink, no wait.. she ordered 4 drinks for herself. ” Can I have 3 more rums and cokes and one more crowd please? ” Waiting to get her drinks her attention is turned to the man getting a birthday dance, she watches and while the drinks are being put in front of her she grabs her jeans. ” Thats kindof hot….” Stopping as she notices she’s not looking at the guy and slaps herself again. ” I’m ‘posed to be checking out the place.. NOT checking out the women… has it been THAT long? ” Cause she uses her phone for EVERYTHING but a dick she pulls up a check list of sorts and looks down. ‘ Last time I had sex, … I stopped counting a year ago ‘ Doing a flat emotionless face Melissa pays for her drinks and moves to the pipes. All she wanted to do now was free herself of her worries and stop being a spaz. ” I’m going to hate myself in the morning for this… so FUCK! HERE’S TO DRINKING AND SEEING HOT WOMEN! ” Not caring anymore she downs her drinks watching the events unfold and trying her hardest to not look awkward which might as well have failed hard. Doesn’t she know the harder you try the harder you fail?
Carrendar: Igniatus pulled her hair back and felt her bangs brush against her head, a couple pushing against her from behind as the started making out, Iggy not moving a bit till they rolled on, making her laugh softly. Her hour glass frame shifted in her bar stool, her phone buzzing against her thigh, but she ignored it. She giggled even more as Nick flexed, shaking her head at him, then nodding in agreement with the girl. “Ja, b-b-best s-s-stop.” And with that, she rose from her seat and winked, deciding to play along with the game. She pointed behind her, taking a step back. “Z’I c-c-come b-b-back l-later, ja?” By the time this happend, the hungry wolf was out on the floor, beating the fuck out of some guy. She spun around and clutched her arms around her stomach as she watched, slowly edging around the ground after the man escorted the girl towards the security office. //God, I hope that’s not Duke.// Wouldn’t that just be horrid? Working under such a.. Brute. She shuddered at the thought. No.. That couldn’t be this “Duke” must be some other guy. Not him. Please… Not him. Ignitaus headed over to the stairs and looked up at the offices above, taking a deep breath. Mia was dry fucking a young man on stage, and she watched them for a moment with envy. Lucky bastard. “S-s-s-some s-s-s-shoot m-m-mmme.” She muttered, shaking her head as she bounced up the stairs, her 32C jugs jumping up and down as she did so. Once at the top, it took her a second before she thought she found what she was looking for. Fixing her hair quickly in the low glare of the window, she knocked on the office door thrice a time, a bit loud in case the booming music muffled it to nothing. A bit paranoid, she looked back behind her and to either side of her, wondering if that crazy security gaurd was around her, looking for someone to pounce on. What joy that would be… Again, more shudders.
Marrok: The bouncers looked at each other, then one of them shrugged and reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like the latest model iphone and handing it over. “There, use it.” In his heavy accent and deep voice, the man was very intimidating. “Thank you!” was Marrok’s reply as he turned and almost bumped into an older man dressed in clothes that Marrok usually only saw on top executives. Pressing the home key on the phone lit up the screen and thumb slide bar to unlock the phone. It was then that he noticed the words were in…something that wasn’t English. He thumbed the slide bar over and the screen changed to show four white boxes with a dial pad of numbers. A lock code. Great. He turned back to the bouncers, just in time to see the old man being ushered inside and their slight mouth movements. Dismissing this, he walked back to the bouncer that had handed him the phone and gave it back saying, “It’s locked, but really there is no point now that I think about it since we already checked out of the hotel and I lost my phone and all my contacts…” He stops short and realizes how stupid he sounded. “Look, could I get inside and get my head straight? Some really bad shit just went down and I just need some time to relax.” The bouncer stared down at him and replied gruffly, “There is a line over there.” Marrok just smiled and handed over his ID with 100 Euro wrapped around it. “I hate lines.” The inside of Death Club almost took his breath away, the lights, the music, all of the colorful dancing people and the lightning?! Big tesla coil things were spitting out bolts along wires set up between them. Completely awestruck now he hears a woman’s voice calling out about some lucky son of a bitch’s 21st birthday. Moving towards the stage, after descending some steps, maneuvering around one of the bars and ducking under a heavily laden tray he gets close enough to watch the woman put on one of the most excellent lapdances he had ever seen. Soon enough he was cheering and whistling along with the rest of the crowd. Bouncing over to the bar, he catches the tender’s attention and orders Absolut and two shots of Jagermeister. Grinning happily and burying what had just happened beneath the surface of his mind, determined to enjoy the night. “Cheers!” he said before knocking back both shots and moving towards the main stage to watch some more of the beautiful ladies.
iShatteredSanity: -Outside the club: A huge commotion had started with a pink car arriving and none other than Inga and Kraus coming out. Ivan and Nikolai looked at each other with eyes wide open. None of them could believe that it was her. They thought that she would never want to come back there again, yet there she was. Putting on a bring smile on their faces, they both pushed the doors open to let the happy couple walk in. And they both saluted as if they were still in the military.- [Ivan.] “Go in. I am sure that it be huge surprise for all.” –Ivan said.- [Nikolai.] “Good to have you back.” –He said and waited for Inga and Kraus to walk inside before they blocked the path to the paparazzis.- [Ivan.] “None of you go in. Any of you go in…” –Ivan stopped and Nikolai continued.- [Nikolai.] “…and not walk out. Begone cockroaches.” –The two of them said and kept blocking the path, grabbing some of them by their clothes and pushing them back so that none of them would enter. A few of them cussed at the two bouncers, but Ivan and Nikolai were not intimidated, instead they shooed them. || Meanwhile inside the club: Demetrios and Alexandros were looking at Mia as she performed her show with that shy and timid young man who had just turned 21.- [Demetrios.] “Now, is he a lucky bastard? Or a poor one? I do wonder.” –He said to Alexandros ] “Meh, she is good, don’t get me wrong. But she is not my type. But I am sure that a night with her would change my type, I don’t know. We will see. Maybe I can go at her place to fix her laptop or something.” –Alexandros said and shrugged his shoulders as Demetrios shook his head while chuckling.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, just make sure that she won’t fry your hard drive.” –He said and took a sip from his drink before taking a drag of his cigarette.- [Alexandros.] “And how do you know?” –He asked and looked at Demetrios who smirked deviously.- [Demetrios.] “You are adorkable, but I just know stuff. Plus it was on the videos you deleted from her site.” –Demetrios replied and Alexandros looked up right for a moment before slapping his forehead.- [Alexandros.] “OH! That, yeah, I totally forgot. Oh well, we will see.” –He said and had a sip from his drink as he looked at the crowd, only to spot some folks walking in and nudged Demetrios.- “Dude, isn’t she that chick you had here?” –Alexandros asked and Demetrios looked at the entrance, nodding his head.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, that’s her. Well, get ready. The party is about to start in any moment now.” –Demetrios said and looked at the camera, nodding slowly since he knew that Helena was watching. || Inside Helena’s office. Helena had watched outside the club what had happened and she was prepared. Inga was in the club and it was about time for the surprise that was planned for her and Kraus. Looking at Anna, she smiled softly before she spoke.- [Helena.] “Finally, things will turn back in the way they should be.” –She said and took the communicator.- [Helena.] “She is here. Wait till she reaches the bar and bring the cake in.” –Helena said and a voice was heard on the other end.- [Voice.] “Understood.” –The voice said and Helena left the communicator down, looking at the monitor and seeing Nikolai, Viktor’s father walking around the club, perhaps getting familiar with the interior of the club, but still not doing anything that would make anyone suspicious. Looking back at Anna, she nodded her head and Anna let go of Helena, walking towards the door.- [Helena.] “Lets go and see them down—” –Helena’s sentence was cut in half by the knock on the door. Helena looked at the monitor and saw a young woman standing outside. Cussing under her breath for the timing, she looked at Anna and sat back on her chair.- “Anna dear, let our guest come in and come back here.” –She said. Anna nodded her head and opened the door, walking back to her Mistress’ side and sitting on her lap, cuddling Helena tight.- [Helena.] “Hello there. Are you lost or you want something from me?” –Helena asked and looked at the young girl at the door.-
CharlotteCarrendar: Nick was now enjoying the attention he was getting from the ladies at the bar and grabbed the phone from under the bar, and rang through to the DJ, as Duke was beating the crap out of some poor guy, who probably deserved it. The women were holding out their euros to hunky Bartender, who was really starting to get aroused by all the attention, much to Maggie’s annoyance. Dixie, who was keeping busy, helping Jenny taking trays of glasses and drinks to the thirsty patrons of the sex rooms. But it was as Dixie was coming back from room 4, she saw the sight that she never thought she would see back at the Death Club. Jsut then the song that came on the speakers, had Dixie burst out laughing. “Life at the outpost” a classic from the eighties, and then she glanced over to see Nikolas, up on the bar top, dancing in his jeans, and no shirt, his boots stomping as he sang along with the song.
“Give your love to a cowboy man….he’s going to love you just as hard as he can”- Women were catcalling and reaching out to touch his legs as he danced past, boot scooting to the song, and then he took one of the beer jugs off Maggie, who by now found the whole thing hilarious, and he poured the jug of beer over his head, the amber fluid running down his chest. Dixie was bending over laughing, when she got smacked on the ass. “HEY!” -she exclaimed, to turn around and see, none other than “ROCKY…PUMPKIN!”- she tossed her tray and gave Inga a hug, as Kraus patted Dixie on the shoulder, smiling. “Little Skippy. I didn’t know it was Gay night.”- Dixie went to hug Kraus and then said loudly, trying to be heard over the music. “No..that’s Inga’s replacement. Its Nikolas…or Nick the…” Inga would be the one to finish the sentence.. “DICKZ…look at it…its foot long…oh god, is that real?” – Maggie by now, was taking up the women’s tips, for Nikolas as he continued to dance, being thrown a cowboy hat and then stripping off his jeans, causing all the women to lose it. Dixie gasped, as she actually saw the head of his cock, sticking out of his shorts. “Holy shit… IT is real! What are we going to call this place now, Chippendales?” <3>
DrakonMacar: It had been a few minutes as Duke took down information and left the girl to the camera operators to comfort the girl and do whatever else. Duke had emerged from the office and back out on patrol. He shook his head as he heard the new song playing, removing his hat and scratching his head before going back to his brooding. Fists clenched and still looking mad as hell he went back to looking down over the crowd as he replaced the hat. He was breathing heavily and he was flushed, it was obvious that he was coming down from a runners high as he leaned on the railing as usual, the seething anger leaving him slowly as he looked for another target, although after that commotion he doubted anybody would have the balls to start something now.
LadyBelz: -Mia had really good hearing, despire the music pumping through the speakers and when she heard the crowd murmuring Inga’s name, she stopped mid way through the birthday boy’s lapdance to look around the club. And sure enough, there was Miss Kitty and her Superman at the bar receiving well-wishes from her friends.- “Oh my fucking god!” -Mia exclaimed, feeling her heart nearly explode out of her chest. She would not admit, not under the threat of death or the pain of torture, that she missed the blonde bombshell. Leaving the befuddled birthday boy in the middle of the stage with a raging hard and a sad case of blue balls, Mia climbed off the stage and started pushing her way through the crowd, ignoring those waving money in her face and calling her name. A few even stepped in her path, stopping her progress to the bar. Growling in frustration, she shouted for Ivan.- “Ivan! Get the fuck over here, now!” -The large bouncer who had a soft spot for the Italian spitfire immediately abandonded his post at the door, signalling for another to take his place and plowed his way through the crowd to Mia’s side. He glared at everyone who stood in his way as he helped Mia get to the bar. She kissed his cheek when she finally reached her destination, calling Inga’s name. When the woman in question turned around, Mia couldn’t help herself, and slapped the woman across the face before pulling her in a fierce hug, trying her damndest not to cry.- “Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, you crazy bitch.” -Mia hissed in her ear, eyes closed tight against the threat of tears.-
LuciL: It was a mixture of emotions and reactions emanating from Sabina, watching Mia’s lap dance for the 21 year old had made even Sabina all flushed in the face and sweating underneath the tesla coils, her body shivering in anticipation watching the star show what she was famous for in the club, that was before Mia had leapt off the poor young man with a raging boner and jumped off the catwalk and towards the bar, Sabina followed Mia’s run and saw her envelop someone Sabina had not expected to ever see again in the Deathclub. Inga! With her arm proudly laced through Kraus’ arm before Mia had slapped her and pulled her into a fierce embrace. Just as the bartender that had given Sabina her first drink for the night jumped onto the bar tables and started dancing for his group of cheering, catcalling female fans who were desperately trying to grab onto his legs while the redhead who called her lassy was collecting the money from the screaming ladies. “Well what do you know, Mr hang man got skills” Sabina chuckled softly as Josef handed her another glass of Black Russian. Sabina eagerly took the drink and took a mouthful again, pecking Josef’s cheek “Alright boys, you want something to see?” She gyrated past the group who attempted to tug off her red mini skirt and jumped back onto the ventilation tanks, the fan inside vibrating against her stiletto heels and sending a shiver up her spine. Biting her pierced bottom lip, Sabina shook her body around and dropped her body to the ventilation tank, holding back a whimper feeling the vibrations go through her body, teasing her. Swinging her hands above her head, her eyes staring at the crowd below her, hauling them all in with her captive gaze. She drew her gloved hands down the centre of body squeezing her breasts together and taunting the men closest to her tank with a nipple tease. Sitting on the edge of the tank, the vibrations now encouraging her she pulled off a classic ‘Leg spreader’ and leaned backwards, her pink hair falling off the side of the tank, her lower body moving up and down gyrating in the air before pulling herself up and swinging her hair around in sync with the song. Now having captured her audience, Sabina giggled sliding off the edge off the tank and into the throng of panting admirers who eagerly shoved the euros into her garters and belt top, she blew kisses and continued dancing and gyrating. Her dark eyes lighting up with need for sex and more alcohol and also wanting to see Inga again. Making up her mind, she squeezed herself past the patrons, still getting money pushed into her skimpy attire. Grabbing the glass of Black Russian off Josef, she twirled around and gyrated back into one of the men who was downing his alcohol trying to squeeze through the que. Pausing mid gyrating, Sabina flipped her hair again and looked over her shoulder “Oh pardon me sweetie, I was too caught up…by your size” She quickly answered, a flirtatious smile flashing on her face.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The clock continued to tick, as the nearest scrubbed nurse, tended to the Surgeon, handing him the correct instruments, then swabbing his forehead as he concentrated on the delicate operation. Each member of the surgical team was now working with marked precision, all silent, aside from quick requests for stats, and vitals, keeping a very close eye on Inga’s heart monitor. She had stabilized from a near death experience, hell, technically, she had died on the table, but the miraculous work of the theatre surgeons, true legends, and angels in white were able to prize her from the Angel of Death’s grip. “Just…..a bit more” -the head surgeon said, as the last of the damaged place on her spinal cord was repaired, and he pulled back, tipping his head back as he blinked the beads of sweat that had rolled down and into his eyes. “Suture….okay…Doctor Benson, take over, sew her up, then straight into IC recovery, I want her monitored around the clock, next forty eight hours are crucial.” The second doctor moved in, and started to do the close, to sew her back up, as the nurses started to clean around and check on Inga’s pulse, which had regulated. The surgeon then exited the rooms, pushing the doors open wide, as he tore off his green hat and then mask, tossing them in a nearby bin. Dixie, Kraus and Nanna Noonie all saw him emerge from the operating theartre, and saw the tired look, the worn expression. Having her just pull through was taxing enough, now he had to face the loved ones. Kraus, walked slowly towards the Surgeon and his bottom lip was trembling, as he waited to be told the news. Dixie stood along side Nanna Noonie, who was squeezing the stuffing out of the plushie. “She’s a damn fighter…in all my years of medicine, never seen that happen before. She’s being taken to recovery shortly, and then we will send a nurse around when its okay to see her.”- Kraus burst into tears and then grabbed the Surgeon’s hand, shaking it vigourously, as Nanna Noonie started to go off in Swedish, praising God. <3>
LadyBelz: -Mia arrived just after the doctor delivered his news to see Kraus shaking the man’s hand like he was going to yank the whole arm out of the socket. She strode up behind Dixie, not seen by anyone, anxious and nervous about Inga.- “What’s going on? How is she?” -she demanded, causing a few of them to jump in startled surprise.-
iShatteredSanity: -With Demetrios gone, Helena had stormed inside the clinic, forcing her way through the persistent reporters. The cameras had managed to get the glimpse of Demetrios’ back as he left the scene riding his motorcycle, but nobody saw his face. As Helena passed the doors, one reporter in particular waited for her inside the clinic, smiling creepily once he saw her.- [Reporter.] “Miss Raminovic, such a pleasure to see you this fine day.” –The man said in a very heavy Russian accent, but Helena paid no attention to the man and headed for the operation room that Inga was. The man shook his head slowly.- [Reporter.] “Tsk, tsk tsk… For a woman of your talent and reputation, you clearly have no manners… барышня (Translation: mademoiselle)” –Said the reporter and Helena’s eyes opened wide in horror as she looked at him.- [Helena.] “You, how do you know that name?” –It was Helena’s turn to lose her colour and be pale as a ghost, feeling that she had aged for hears in a single moment.- [Reporter.] “An old friend sends his regards.” –The reported said, still with that creepy smile of his on his face.- [Helena.] “Viktor…” –She mumbled and the reporter clapped his hands together.- [Reporter.] “Bingo mademoiselle.” –He said and Helena almost fell on the floor. So, it was true. What Demetrios had shown her just hours ago was indeed Viktor. She swallowed hard and looked at the man who offered his hand to help her stand and since she did not want to create a scene with all the reporters outside, she took his hand to stand, but as she rose on her feet, the reporter leaned to whisper to her ear.- [Reporter.] “If the rumours are true, you will be an excellent whore.” –The reported whispered to her ear and Helena shrieked as she slapped him with enough force to knock him down.- [Helena.] “I WILL NEVER SUCCUMB TO THAT BEAST!” –She said and left the lobby, heading for the toilets while calling Demetrios on his cell phone.- “Come on, pick it up, pick it up.” –She kept mumbling to herself as she entered the female toilets. One the other end, Demetrios’ voice was heard.- [Demetrios.] “What is it Hele—” –He was interrupted before he managed to say a thing. –[Helena.] “COME HERE! NOW! VIKTOR! HE SENT HIS LACKEY HERE!” –Helena shouted and immediately hang up the call, shoving the device in her bag. But due to her shock, she had failed to realize that someone had entered the toilets.- [Reporter.] “I see that you wanted some privacy mademoiselle. Good, nobody will find us now.” –He said and with a few swift moves, he managed to immobilize her with his left hand while ripping her skirt along with her panties with the other.- “Yes, Viktor wanted me to send you this message. He will be back to claim you as his possession again.” –The man said and ripped the rest of her clothes. Despite Helena screaming, nobody appeared in the door, but her screams only made the man more furious. With his free hand he dropped his pants and underwear, taking out his cock and stroking it as he managed to force Helena on her knees. He let go of her arm and grabber her hair, tugging it hard and bring Helena’s face on his pelvis. As she had her mouth open, she could not avoid his cock entering her mouth, something that indeed made her stop screaming but made her eyes open in horror as she could not breathe.- [Reporter.] “Yes, Viktor told me about you. Now, be a god bitch and suck it.” –He said and moved his pelvis further forward, shoving his cock further into Helena’s mouth who already had difficulty breathing. || Meanwhile outside, Demetrios had already arrived and parked his bike, passing through the reporters after pushing a few and dropping them down like flies. He was mad, well, not just mad, HE WAS FUCKING PISSED OFF!- [Demetrios.] “WHERE IS HELENA?!” –He shouted and looked around. Once of the nurses looked at him and pointed the direction to the toilets.- [Nurse.] “I don’t know where she headed, but she went that way.” –Demetrios nodded and stormed into that direction, hoping that Helena was safe.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The relief that washed over all that were in the waiting room was nothing short of miraculous. Everyone was hugging and crying, most of all, a very relieved Kraus. In the midst of it all, Dixie was holding her hands together, and then she looked up at the ceiling, as if to say. “I owe you one, God.” The smile on her face, was one that couldn’t be swept away by anything. Nanna Noonie was kissing her rosaries, and saying praise to her God, and Kraus ran back over to Dixie, then picked her up in a lift that was very much a Superman action and twirled her round, overcome with the joy that his precious Inga would live. But truth was she had only survived the operation, she was still in recovery, and they were yet to see the neurological damage that may well have occured in the time that she had no heart beat. The surgeon wiped his brow, and headed back to recovery with one of the nursing staff, to check on Inga, as she was being wheeled back through down a private corridor, where no one, no reporters, no journalists….no one could see. Once she was wheeled in, she remained on a special array of machinery that monitored her vitals, as two nurses fussed over her, and fixed her bandaging, injecting more morphine before she awoke. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -What was taking place in the female toilets was something that nobody could ever imagine. A few patients and visitors wanted to go in but after hearing those screams from earlier, they decided not to. They only looked at each other and wondered what that thing was. The screams had subsided though, replaced by groans and sobs, and of course the moans of the reporter as he tugged Helena’s hair, not allowing her to make a single move.- [Reporter.] “Yes, yes, just like that.” –In an attempt to squirm away, Helena bit the reporter’s dick, but the reporter slapped her with his free hand.- “NO TEETH BITCH!” –He shouted, his voice booming inside the closed space and making the others outside to wonder what was going on inside. Helena began sobbing and tears rolled down on her cheeks. She had no other choice than to obey that man who was unknown to her, but she was well known to him. Memories of her past, being Viktor’s bitch and cum dump for him and his friends, began to flash before her eyes, producing more tears as she sucked the man’s cock. But still, somewhere in the back of her head, she hoped that someone would save her, just like Demetrios had done 18 months ago. Helena kept sucking the man as the man moaned and moved her head back and forth, fucking her mouth fast and hard, not caring if she could breathe or not. Outside the toilets, Demetrios ran through the hall, wondering where Helena was. But his attention was directed towards the women outside. When he stopped he heard those noises, but he paid no attention; many patients and doctors chose the toilets as a place to fuck. But it was the murmurs of the women that picked his curiosity.- [Demetrios.] “What’s going on here?” –A woman with platinum hair looked at Demetrios and pointed the toilet.- [Woman.] “There is someone inside there, a man. And something is not right, he shouted just moments ago.” –Demetrios thought that such thing was normal and was about to leave when the woman spoke again.- [Woman.] “And a woman was screaming earlier.” –Demetrios immediately looked at the door, placing his ear on the door to listen to what was going on inside. He could hear a man moaning and a woman groaning and sobbing. And hell, that female voice was very familiar.- [Demetrios.] “Leave this place at once. You will not want to see this.” –Demetrios said as he looked at all the women. The women nodded and slowly left the scene as Demetrios took a step backwards only to kick the door open and barge in. Once inside he witnessed a man that stood on 6 feet height with gray hair and a very well build body holding Helena’s head, forcing her to suck his dick. Helena’s eyes opened wide as she looked at him, and the man himself turned his head to look at Demetrios.- [Reporter.] “Go away kid, this is not for you to see.” –The reporter said and turned his head to look at Helena again, clearly having no idea who Demetrios was. Cracking his neck a few times, Demetrios charged at the man, using his elbow to land a hit on the man’s face, knocking him down and managing to release Helena from his grasp. Helena immediately ran towards Demetrios but he did not look at her, he was cracking his fingers and knuckles.- [Demetrios.] “Go get the security here. NOW!” –Demetrios shouted and walked towards the man who was now standing back up while cussing in Russian. Helena did not have to hear the words twice, she immediately ran out of the toilet and ran down the hall, looking around for someone to help. And as she ran down the halls, she managed to see the room where Dix, Kraus and Nanna Noonie were. With tears in her eyes and being almost naked apart from the ripped clothes, she looked at them and cried out.- [Helena.] “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! COME WITH ME! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! CALL THE DECURITY AND FOLLOW ME!!!” –Helena shouted and headed out, towards the female toilets again, hoping that someone would follow.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Little did the small group that were assembled in the visitor’s lounge know of the horrors being commited againest Helena in the ladies loo. They were so wrapped up in the excitement of the news that Inga had survived the operation, that it would come as something of a shock, no…worse than that, to see Helena come streaking past, half dressed, exposed, and screaming on the top of her lungs. “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! COME WITH ME! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! CALL THE DECURITY AND FOLLOW ME!!!” Nanna Noonie, looked set to faint, seeing the bare breasted Helena, and what she was screaming out. Dixie gasped and then wondered what on earth Helena was doing all exposed like that in a private clinic. The nurses station hit the alarm, and then there was the heavy thud of boots, as two large security guards, barrelled up from the psyche ward. “What is all the noise, Nurse?” The second guard’s jaw dropped as he saw the ravaged Helena. “Saints alive”- the first guard said, whilst Dixie ran over to Helena. “What happened to you? Where is Demetrios?”- Looking bewildered, she finally caught on and then ran after Helena, as she tore on back to the ladies toilets. There was a few of them now, the two security guards in blue uniforms, Dixie, and of course Kraus wanted to see what the hell had happened. On arriving at the female toilets, Dixie managed to run in first, and saw Demetrios….and the russian. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Helena had managed to inform someone to go in the toilets where the Russian reporter and Demetrios had their showdown with their fists. She did not believe in her eyes when Dix was in that room, but that would have to wait, a top priority was that someone would rush to the toilets before it was too late. While Helena had managed to get away from the room that Dix, Kraus and the party were, as soon as she left the room, she collapsed right outside the women’s toilets. She could no longer stand on her feet and fell on her knees, leaning against the wall and crying her eyes out. She only looked at Dix when she asked him about Demetrios as tears rolled down on her cheeks.- [Helena.] “Please, stop him…” –She managed to say before she passed out. But Dix had already left. Two of the security guards and a doctor rushed to Helena, placing her on a wheelchair and carrying her in an empty room to provide the first aid. Meanwhile, inside the toilets. The sound of the alarm was echoing inside the room, but Demetrios and the Russian guy paid no attention to it. They were both exchanging fists. Demetrios’ face had a few bruises from the punches of the Russian guy, but sadly the Russian guy was in a worse shape. Broken nose, broken teeth, coughing blood, missing his steps and barely keeping himself standing. He was only cussing at Demetrios who pinned him on the ground and sat on his chest, punching his face with immense anger.- [Demetrios.] “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY STAFF!” –Another barrage of punches.- “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!” –Yet another barrage of punches.- “BUT MOST OF ALL, STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY CLUB AND ME!!! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!” –He said and bashed the man’s head on the floor while pressing his eyeballs inside his skull, using his thumbs. Demetrios did not know that he was seen from the ones outside, nor he could hear them. He was focused on the Russian man who was lying on the floor, bleeding all over the place and suffering many injuries. But Demetrios did not stop there, he kept going at it, kept bashing the man’s skull against the floor and pressing his eyeballs in till blood began to gush from the eye sockets.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The scene that met Dixie was one that she could hardly believe. The most wonderful man she knew in all the world, was smashing the living daylights out of some Russian dude. Her eyes, so wide, her skin, pale as the blood ran from her face. She recalled the last words of Helena, right before she entered, “Please, stop him…” –But the Russian was barely recognisable now, with broken teeth, nose, and blood drooling from the corners of his mouth and down his shirt. Frozen, it was as if Dixie’s feet were cemented to the floor, and the booming voice of Demetrios as he sat on the injured russian, and was pressing his eyeballs into his skull. “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY STAFF!” –Another barrage of punches.- “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!” –Yet another barrage of punches.- “BUT MOST OF ALL, STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY CLUB AND ME!!! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!” Dixie felt the air escape her lungs, as though she couldn’t breathe. HE WAS THE OWNER OF THE CLUB!! The same man who had saved Inga from the mad killer, Lucy, the same man who had wore the mask in the club and dragged the bitch out before the crowd, and roared like a maley bull of what fate would reside with anyone that touched, looked at or harmed his staff. Dixie’s head was spinning, as the seconds seemed like minutes. His staff? She….worked for him! Everything started to fall into place. The reason he knew about where Inga was being taken too. The reason he reacted the way he did in the garage. He owned them all. He…owned her. The real came crashing back, as she was thrust back into the now. Demetrios was relentless, in a sickening display of rage. Almost outside of herself, she ran to Demetrios and attempted to pull him back, by latching onto his shoulders, and cried. “You’ll kill him…and you will be just as bad as him!!….Stop it, Dem…Stop it”- <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios had lost sight of himself and he was in a primitive frenzy where he obeyed only those instincts. And his instincts said one thing only; KILL! Kill the man on the floor. Kill all those who will come after him. Kill the ones who dared to hurt your friends. Kill the ones who bared their fangs on what you held dear. Punch after punch, blood spill after blood spill, Demetrios’ rage was not going to fade away. In a sense, he was no longer a man, he was a beast. But still, all beasts have their beauties, and so did Demetrios. As he was about to deliver the final blow, rising his arms in the air and getting ready to punch the guy’s face with all of his strength, a voice echoed inside his head. “You’ll kill him…and you will be just as bad as him!!….Stop it, Dem…Stop it”. And not just that, someone was touching him. It was a warm feeling. But it was too late, his hands had already started to descend, attempting to make contact with the Russian guy’s face and smash his bones, inflicting direct damage to the brain. But it was that touch that made Demetrios snap at the last moment and he successfully managed to avoid hitting the man and he punched the floor instead. The tiles broke once his fists made contact with them. But his hands did not escape the damage. His knuckles began to bleed while his fists were still on the floor, creating small puddles underneath his fingers. Demetrios had snapped out of his killing frenzy and looked at the Russian guy who had already lost consciousness. Sighing deeply he turned his head to look at Dix who was holding him, trying to prevent him from doing something that he would regret.- [Demetrios.] “How long have you been here?” –He asked in a soft tone, his voice broken as tears rolled down on his cheeks. As for the rest of the people who had gathered? They were all shocked by the violent Demetrios, but not the guards. They entered the toilet and looked at Demetrios who had already stopped his rage outburst. They knew who he was, so they did not aim their guns at him. Only one of them looked at the others and nodded while another one nodded back.- [Security guard.] “Please leave the area, there is nothing to see here.”
CharlotteCarrendar : – Dixie held onto Demetrios, her fingers like claws, burying into shoulders, as he smashed his fist into the tiles rather than the blooded Russian. Demetrios stopped, but not soon enough. There had been enough blood, there had been enough violence, (and oddly always in the ladies loo :O!), and Demetios turned his head to her, the speckle of tears. The hurt he must have been feeling. The rage and anger taken out was due to the love he had for his club, his people, his staff. But what is love? Is love something that makes you violent? Does love cause this? Did Dixie even know what love was? She was sure that Kraus loved Inga, that was more than obvious. But now a true test of love, was going to be said, not so much by truth, but….to spare him from more pain. She knew the truth, she was there long enough to hear him, as he beat the man to a pulp. Dixie swallowed as she heard his question. “How long have you been here?” Her brow furrowed and then she closed her eyes, denying truth, and said. “Only just got here.” she lied. “Helena came and got us…..my Boss”- she slowly let go of Demetrios and backed away, her head turning for the security to deal with the man on the floor. A nurse rushed in and made a move to help Demetrios, whose hand was badly bleeding. (Nurse)”Let us take you down to the ER and get that seen too.”- Dixie bowed her head, as she was sure he would be taken in for care. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Silence. An eerie silence had filled the room after Demetrios had stopped his anger outburst. Even the alarm was turned off as soon as the security guards had already walked into the incident that had triggered the alarm. Demetrios was sitting on the unconscious Russian guy while his knees were on the ground. His fists still on the floor, his fingers soaking in his own blood along with the dirt of the broken tiles. Yet Dix was still holding him. That was something that calmed him even more. A faint smile made its appearance on his facial expressions, but what it would look like was just a sad one. He had asked her how long she had been there and she replied by saying that she ad just arrived, but he knew that she was lying; otherwise she would not have stopped him. Plus she herself contradicted her words when she called him boss. Demetrios sighed deeply.- [Demetrios.] “So you know…” –He mumbled to himself and looked at the Russian guy as he rose on his feet. Blood was dripping from his wounds on his hands and he turned his head to look at the nurse, shaking his head at her.- “No, just clean them up, they will be find soon.” –Demetrios said and before he walked outside the toilets he kicked the unconscious Russian’s head.- “You are I are not done.” –He said and walked outside, heading for the ER so that the nurse would clean his wounds. || Meanwhile. Helena was brought back to her senses, finding herself covered with a bed sheet as she was lying on a bed in the clinic. A nurse nearby smiled at her.- [Nurse.] “Miss Raminovic, relax. Just lie down.” –Helena looked at the nurse.- [Helena.] “What about Demetrios?” –The nurse giggles softly before she replied.- [Nurse.] “It is over now. Mister Apostolou is fine. Please just relax.” –The nurse said and Helena nodded her head, looking outside the window as she mumbled a few words.- [Demetrios.] “Can you see the storm that is coming Demetrios?” –And it was as if Demetrios was actually hearing her when he looked outside the window in the ER, nodding his head as the nurse cleaned his wound and wrapped his hands with bandages.- [Demetrios.] “This storm will be a nasty one…” –He mumbled and the nurse looked at him, wondering what he had just said but Demetrios shook his head.- “Nothing, just some mumbling of mine.”
CharlotteCarrendar:- She had tripped up, in her own words, by thinking she had referred to Helena as her boss, he mistook it as saying that she meant him. His smile, it was not, it was sad. Tortured even. He gave the russain a good kick after mumbling to her, “So you know..”- She did. Soon, the security came in, and got a hold of the unconscious Russian and dragged him out, down to the ER and then later to be dealt with by a special branch of the Prague police force. As she left the ladies toilets one of the surgeons came up to Kraus, who had been trying to make heads or tails of what had been going on. The surgeon tugged on his arm. “Mr Zimmerman, would you come down to recovery please. We need to discuss a few things about Inga.”- Kraus perked up and nodded rapidly. “Of course…of course, take me to her.” The two men would go off down the hall towards the recovery unit, leaving Dixie standing alone. Dixie didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to do. No one needed her here, Helena would have Demetrios, they needed each other obviously, since he had fought the Russian for her. Kraus, he was seeing to his beautiful Inga. Who was Dixie to these people? She was just the Aussie barmaid, everyone joked with. A joke. Raising a hand up she wiped a stray tear, then ramming her fingers into her pockets, she made her way to the exits, where there were swarms of camera crews and tv reporters. Course, Dixie didn’t look glamorous she wasn’t famous, to all of them, she was just some girl, maybe a psyche patient. The dark clouds grew over head, and she saw nothing in it, but walked towards the cab rank, as a man in a long black coat watched, a man with silver grey hair. He stubbed out his cigar, and started to follow her. The black haired Australian had no idea…..she was the new target.
:: Inside the the recovery ward, Inga was strapped to the bed, the pipe supporting oxygen was down in her mouth and covering her nose. The heart machine beeping softly, as the room seemed so clinical and cold. The two men entered, the surgeon and the fiancée Kraus. A nurse was just adjusting the morphine and then nodded to the Surgeon, as soon as she finished making the notations on the chart. The surgeon motioned his hand to a chair and asked Kraus to sit. The Surgeon then sighed, and scratched the side of his nose awkwardly, as he was about to struggle with what he had to say. “I am not going to sugar coat this, Mr Zimmerman, but Inga was deprived of oxygen for approximately five minutes. While the operation on her spinal cord was a success, we fear she may have cerebral hypoxia. or brain hypoxia.” Kraus looked completely confused and blurted. “But she came in for her back…her spine…what are you talking about with her brain?” The surgeon folded his arms, and then spoke with a professional authority. “The prognosis from brain hypoxia depends on how long the brain has been deprived of oxygen, and whether the whole brain or only part of it was lacking oxygen. Which was up to five minutes. I am not saying that we are absolutely sure, we won’t know till she wakes up. If there are symptoms, they might include feeling light headed or inattentive for a little while. if it is more serious, if I am wrong in my calculations, she may show other signs, more serious that include memory loss that may be recovered later on, poor judgment, more serious inattentiveness, hallucinations and poor motor coordination. Those that typically last for a longer period of time include memory and learning difficulties.” Kraus got up off the chair and shuffled closer to the bed, and moved to kiss Inga’s cheek, as she remained perfectly still, quiet, the sound of the respirator all that could be heard. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -The nurse was done wrapping Demetrios’ hands with bandages and also done attending to his bruises on his face.- [Nurse.] “Mister Apostolou, you should get some rest. Your hands—” –Demetrios shook his head at the nurse.- [Demetrios.] “It’s all good. I will be fine in a matter of days. How is Helena? She was very shocked.” –Demetrios asked and the nurse made a call on the lobby. While the nurse spoke on the phone, Demetrios looked outside only to see Dix walking away.- “Don’t go… Please…” –He mumbled as he watched Dix walking away, noticing a menacing figure following her from some distance. After what had happened just minutes ago, Demetrios was alerted and pretty much everything was a threat to him. Within only a few hours Inga was sent at the hospital, Helena was attacked, and not it was Dix’s turn. He would not let that happen though. Demetrios’ facial expressions changed again as he began to get angry.- “Lets hope that I am mistaken.” –He said and opened the window, jumping outside and immediately sprinted towards Dix. The nurse immediately hang up the phone and shouted his name, but he was already gone. A good 50 meters/164 feet was the distance that Dix had covered, a distance that Demetrios could cover within mere seconds. And given the fact that he was already enraged, again, he did not pay attention to the pain on his body from the hits that were landed on him from his fight with the Russian guy earlier.- “DIX! DIX!” –Demetrios shouted as he approached her. The shady character that Demetrios had spotted earlier did not stop walking but he just changed his direction. Demetrios did not need to have some fancy powers or abilities to know that was about to happen. He had been in the army before and he knew that the mobsters never worked alone; while one of them is doing the job, there is another one to watch and make sure that the mission will be accomplished. And from his experience he knew that it must have been someone from the higher ups.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The man in the black coat, with the silver grey hair, was none other than Viktor, and he had set his sights on the young Australian, who was unaware of half of the sick games and lives of those people she thought she knew. Truth was, she knew nothing. Dixie had wandered into the web of a world of sex, BDSM, drug lords, the horrors of the Russian slave trade, the dark side of the East. Forget pleasure palaces, and those that seemed to hold such power over the meek, there was a royalty to which no one of common could see. Demetrios’s reaction to her after she lied, was as though she was no better than those that did his club wrong. Why did she lie? In a thoughtless attempt to protect him and his Empire, she may have well been a turncoat. The sky’s colour matched the sombre mood, the grip of cold, enveloping her heart, as she felt the walls rise around her, as she didn’t want to feel and then be turned away. In her mind all she could hear was the strains of a violin, then an orchestra, and she hummed “That’s life, Dix…that’s life”- As she reached the main road, beyond the gate, she held her hand out to wave down the nearest cab, to take her back to the garage, where she would gather her sparse belongings, and resume her trek around Europe, in search of her dream. The dream that seemed to allude her. “DIX! DIX!” Demetrios shouted, and the man that had been following turned and changed direction, fuming that he had been interrupted. Dixie inhaled sharply, and then lowered her arm as she turned on the ball of her right heel, to see Demetrios running up to her. “What are you doing out here? You should be getting your hand looked at. Helena…needs you.”- she said, her lips forming a straight line, as she hunched her shoulders forward. The walls and defences erected. Would she ever let him in now?<3>
iShatteredSanity: -As the man in the coat walked away, Demetrios looked at him and realized that it was none other than Viktor himself. Demetrios lowered his head but still he looked at Viktor with a menacing glare. “Soon, very soon.”, was that Demetrios mouthed to Viktor before looking at Dix. She was about to leave, but to where? Home? Somewhere else? She had been through a lot within the last few hours; Inga almost dying, the attack on Helena, finding out that Demetrios was actually the owner and that he had never told her a thing. How much could someone take in such a short time? Demetrios would not blame her if she just wanted to go away and forget about everything, but he did not want her to go away. He looked at Dix as she spoke and shook his head as soon as she finished talking.- [Demetrios.] “You are actually wrong. Helena does not need me, she needs some pussy and she will be fine. Quite frankly I bet that she is eating some as we speak.” –Demetrios said and made a comical scene as he looked at the clinic, moving his lips as if he was smoking a pipe.- “Oh well.” –He said and looked back at Dix, coughing softly to clear his throat- “Well, for starters, I am sorry. I hid things from you, but I only did it for the best. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me and just go away, but I just wanted to at least let you know about that.” –Demetrios said and made a small pause as he looked into her eyes.- “But I don’t want you to leave Dix…” || Meanwhile in the clinic. What Demetrios had said about Helena eating some pussy, well, that was actually right since Helena was already in a 69 position with a busty nurse. Soft moans and groans filled that room as Helena could not get enough from the nurse’s pussy.- [Helena.] “I could not think of something better to clean my mouth with.” –She said and started licking the pussy of the nurse, shoving her tongue inside her and feeling her walls clenching around it as the nurse giggled at Helena’s words before moaning once more. Well, at least on her end, things were going rather good.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie listened, as Demetrios seemed to go into a spiel of how Helena didn’t need him, that she would rather muff dive, than have his foot long. He even guessed she was chowing down on pussy chow mien as they stood there. His comical expressions, so warped she thought after all the horror and heartache of the days and nights since the attack on Inga. Normally, Dixie would be laughing and jokingly along with him. She was after all Dixie. A girl that always had that radiant smile and laughed the world off. But when it came to matters of the heart, her heart, she did not see that as funny, or a comedy. We are only given one heart in this life, and sometimes, it gets battered and bruised, even torn out of our chests still beating. Dixie made something of a perplexed face as he joked about Helena. Truth was, Dixie hadn’t paid much attention to the goings on of the “proxy’ owner. And besides that, Dixie was actually straight. “Well, for starters, I am sorry. I hid things from you, but I only did it for the best. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me and just go away, but I just wanted to at least let you know about that.” So what…now he is telling her to go. Dixie twirled her foot, and then looked down the road for a cab, getting ready to walk away. This was all getting too much, for the young Australian. “I..can’t..”- she went to put her hand up and then she heard him say. “But I don’t want you to leave Dix…” She rounded on him, so much smaller than he, and said. “I don’t want to leave, Dem. I thought we were mates….buddies. But you got a whole lot going on, that I don’t understand.” – This was a fair statement, she was pretty innocent to the world behind his office door. She finally nodded and then said. “Alright, I’ll stay, and your secret stays, I won’t tell anyone else your secret. It stays with me. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Well, at least for once, Demetrios was honest with Dix, about who he really was and about him not wanting her to leave. All that he had to do was to wait and see how Dix would react. Truth to be told, he was afraid that she was going to leave him, and that was not going to be good for him. So much had happened already and he did not want to suffer more than he already did. Plus there was a storm coming and things would turn even nastier; especially after Viktor had made his appearance. He waited to hear something from her since when he tried to make her smile, he had failed. But her words, they acted like a nail on him, a nail that was shoved on his chest. Indeed, they were friends, but he was not completely honest with her; but it was for her own good, even though she could not see why. Demetrios merely nodded, having his eyes half closed.- [Demetrios.] “I know. I know…” –He mumbled and looked at her again as she spoke the rest of her words, smiling softly as he tried to wrap his arms around her and pull her in a soft embrace and hold her tight into his arms. Of course if she was going to avoid it, he would just nod and stand on his spot. But in either of the cases, he would still speak a few words.- “I promise that I will explain everything to you. I promise Dix.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie hated speaking as she did. She sounded more business like than Helena, and that wasn’t her. She was being honest, but not to herself. Truth was, she felt more for Demetrios than she let on. Half of her wanted to scream and shout, of how she felt, but then she witnessed how he was with the Russian and then how he was with Helena. Flashes of the Death club, the way he handled Lucy. What if he turned on her? She stood there silently, but her eyes, they betrayed her soul. Could he read it? Could he see the truth? He was doing what he thought was right, he believed that not telling her was protection, but…it really wasn’t, it only delayed the inevitable. His reaction, he mumbled, “I know, I know’ and she wondered, did he hear her at all? But then, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. And like a flower, that bows to the wind, she molded to his form, not saying anything at all, as he repeated, that he promised to tell her all….one day. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -Inside the clinic. Helena had finished her little game with the busty nurse and she had already gotten up, dressed on a normal robe instead of the usual hospital one; after all it was a private clinic, yet some of the services were like a fancy hotel’s. She had gotten up from her bed and she was looking outside. Inevitably her eyes fell on Demetrios’ figure that held Dix in his arms. Having a slight smile on her face, she closed the curtains and lied back down on the bed. She looked up in the ceiling for some time. Images of what had happened flashed before her eyes and she gripped the bed sheets as some tears rolled down on her cheeks.- [Helena.] “We are marching on a war… Are we ready Demetrios?” –She mumbled as she curled up in a ball, pulling her knees on her chest and tugging the blanket from the bed, crying there all alone.- “Are we ready?” –She mumbled again and finally fell asleep. || Meanwhile outside the clinic. The reporters were getting impatient and they wanted to know what had happened to Inga, but the security guards did not allow anyone to move close to Inga’s room. Only the head surgeon had walked outside to make an official announcement.- [Hear Surgeon.] “While the situation of Miss Inga is a delicate one, she is out of danger. She just needs to rest and soon she will be back in her usual life. That would be all, now please remove yourselves from the premises.” –The head surgeon said and walked back inside while the reporters demanded to know more. A few of them tried to sneak in, only to be kicked out by the security guards.- [Security Guard.] “You heard the man, FUCK OFF!” –He shouted the last words and pointed the parking lot. || Also meanwhile at the front gate. Demetrios held Dix in his arms, caressing her back softly while not wanting to let go of her. He closed his eyes and also lowered his head when a few rain drops began to fall, but he did not care. He needed to hold her. He felt calm around her. He… He actually had feelings about her, feelings that he hadn’t even noticed. But nothing else mattered at that point. He wanted to be selfish for once and think about his own self, wanting to spend some time with Dix. Could someone blame him? Especially after the emotional turmoil of the last few hours?-
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