Berina moved through the counter and dropped her things on the ground as she whipped her gun out, the teller was trapped in a small cubicle were the money was counted, she opened the door and sliced off the zombies head, glancing back, "Get as much as you can, stuff that wont spoil, we need to get outta here."
“Before all that I would assume…” muttered Chrys, keeping her gaze ahead. At feeling another small nudge, she felt herself ball up a fist. She had been leading Liam, having memorized the layout of the radio station. They had been going in circles, but it was mainly so she could come up with a basic plan, one that she would eventually have to put into play, though she wasn’t too sure how it would work.
Turning a corner, she picked up her pace, feeling yet another small nudge. Glancing back, she noted Liam looking to her with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. Smiling, she waved a hand as if brushing something away. “Don’t worry, I’m just trying to get you to Malconin as soon as possible. A shortcut came to mind during our stroll so that is our destination.”
A near perky expression across her face, she quickly turned to hide the calculating nervous look in her eyes as she increased her pace, confidence in each step. Gulping, she turned down another path, the nudges in her back increasing in intensity as she did in pace. Her heart started to race, she forcing herself not to jump. She was getting closer, she just needed to make sure she didn’t reveal too much, though she couldn’t help it, wanting to get away, she felt herself start to jog ahead, cradling her shotgun carefully.
Her little jog soon turned into a full fledged run, she turning a sharp corner into a dimly lit corridor, yellow emergency lights aligning the wall. Liam flew behind her, slicing through the air and quickly catching up. For one of the few times in her life, Chrys found she was fearful, this Liam seeming more sinister than most enemies. Forcing back tears with a vindictive expression, she finally skidded to a stop, halting next to a worn terminal, a beige door by its side.
Holding out a hand in Liam’s direction, she let out a tired breath before forcing a smile. “See, I told you I knew of a shortcut,” Tapping into the terminal, she glanced to Liam who had started to approach her. “Stay there, don’t know what might be behind door number one. I’ll approach in as it opens and you’ll hide behind the door. Simple, no?”
Inputting several more numbers and keystrokes, she scowled every so often, hoping that it all hadn’t been a wasted venture. Several swears left her lips, a bitter expression in her eyes but it soon melted into a smirk as she finished up the code, all it needing was a confirmation. “Liam, you know what I like about this place?” Chrys turned to him, eyes practically dazzling. “Umbrella, the sneaky bastards, they built this place brand new from the ground up. That’s what I like, that they built it. Ya see, with everything they do, secrets are abound, one door leading into a labyrinth, the very floor beneath you capable of plummeting you hundred of feet downward…”
Now with mock curiosity, she tilted her head. “You know, I’ve never fell ten floors through a building. Have you ever fell twenty?” She pushed the okay button, a lurch going throughout building, the very foundation of the building seem to shake. An alarm replaced the sonata, several lights going off as the marble across every floor within the building slid into the walls, revealing a row of square metal tiles, suitable for one average sized person to fall through.
Sneering, she placed her hands up, holding onto her gun loosely. “Hope you have fun.” The floor fell from beneath them, the last thing Chrys seeing an irate look on Liam before he started to fall, she plummeting down into a cool metal darkness, dim blue lights flashing by as she fell. Figuring that during the trembling, some sort of tube must have formed, she went with the flow, catching glimpses of other floors as she flew by, each mutated with the weird new tunnels that had formed, some just showing a gaping hole in the ground, another with tubes connecting roof to ceiling.
Merely seconds later of falling, she felt herself incline slightly, now going on a diagonal. Sliding downwards, light illuminated the darkness from below and Chrys tumbled out from the ceiling, rolling haphazardly across the floor. Shaking her head to recover, she quickly jumped onto her feet, pointing her gun in both directions, relaxing at seeing nothing in the vicinity, hearing no hisses or footfalls. ‘Maybe if I’m lucky, Liam and Malconin will end up on the same floor and finish each other off.’ she thought with a snide grin.
“Now the question that remains is where in the hell did I land?” she whispered, raising an eyebrow as she observed the floors reverting back into their original state, the ceiling now only holding fluorescent lamps. Smirking at what she figured was her only reset button, she walked down the hall, looking over her shoulder every so often. Walking into a room, she noted on the table a 42 embedded in bold print. ‘So I fell through eight floors? Eh, being off by two isn’t too bad.’
Shrugging, she left the room, instantly raising and cocking her shotgun in her left hand, placing it inches away from a forehead. Of course, it had only been in reaction to the cold tip of a katana that had been placed next to her neck. Risking a glance to the side, she noted a man towering over her, a scar down his face.
‘Gee, did I have to be the lucky one? And he has another katana across his back…damn, shoulda just stuck with Liam. Maybe he wouldn’t have killed me…’ Despite her less than optimistic thoughts about the situation, she smirked, turning her cold gaze to the man. “So we meet at last, Malconin. Did you enjoy your fall?”
OOC: Hope nobody minded the change of the scenario or the little bits of control over some characters…
Bildo Went round a few cars and hit a few Zombies. It was getting dark fast and cold. "Hey so where we going coz this thing needs gas and i need some sleep so we could stop somewere or leave the city totally. Berina its up to you, your sorta leading this whole thing." Bildo said as he drove. "Hey Shalimar take the bags of stuff from my feet and why you are at it you can bring me some of that gum plz" When Shalimar was walking down the bus Bildo wiggeled the bus a bit and she fell into a seat. "Sorry bout that" Bildo said chuckeling.
"Very funny" Shalimar said smileing. Then she came up and showed Bildo 3 sticks "Enough for now" she asked handing them to him and picking up the bags. "Yeh should do for now thx hunni" Bildo said and winked. "Oh and Berina I dont smoke but im a little stressed so could i have me one of those plz?" Bildo said awaiting a reply.
The fall barely effected Malconin at all, for he knew exactly what the alarm meant when it had sounded. After all, he had designed the building himself. Drake and the others, on the other hand, would have had quite the surprise and he hoped they were all right.
He slowly walked out of the room in which he had landed and down the hall way. A door opened next to him and he reacted instantly, swingin to the right and placing his katana blade against the persons throat. In return, a shot gun was directed at his forehead.
"So, we meet at last, Malconin. Did you enjoy your fall?"
Malconin smirked, his second katana whipping quickly and slicing the shotgun barrel clean away. His smile broadened as Chrys' eyes widened. "Very much." Sheathing his katana's, the walked towards her purposefully, forcing her to walk backwards into the room. He backed he up until she was standing against the table, with no where to go.
"Do you fear me?" Malconin asked with a raised brow. "Many should...you should not. I am not your enemy." He reached out and stroked her hair. "Though, you have made me very-"
Malconin swung around, his fist connecting with the chest fo the rushing Liam. The lizard-man flew back against the wall with a thud and slid slowly down to the floor, semi-concious.
Malconin approached him slowly, a scowl prominent on his face. "Ungrateful sort, aren't you? To think, I gave you what no one else has...what you wanted. And now what? You want to kill me for it?" Malconin chuckled, kicking Liam in the head and knocking him out cold.
Mal turned his attention back to Chrys. "Like I wouldn't be smart enough to make myself far stronger than the others." He shook his head and tsked. "Now, what am I to do with you? Killing one of my creations like that was down right foolish." He breathed in deeply and flexed his muscles. "Still, killing them off does have its advantages."
He frowned at the look on Chrys' eyes. "Why do you hate me so? I know what I have done is unforgiveable, but I want nothing more than to end this fiasco. Why do you hinder me?"
His hand snapped out and clasped her neck. "I should snap you like a twig right now and be done with it," he sneered, then threw her across the table, where she tumbled to the floor. "But that would be too easy. I do so like a challenge," he smiled.
"I tell you what," Malconin said as Chrys rose, rubbing her elbow and scowling at him. "We will battle, not to the death, just until one surrenders. "Should you defeat me, then I shall surrender to you and jump to your every beck and call...even if you should happen to order me to destroy my own creations...to destroy everthing I have been all these years." He raised a finger. "However, if you should lose to me...which is highly probable, you will cease to hinder my progress."
He held out his hand. "Do we have ourselves a deal, Chrys?"
(OOC: Sorry, love to make fight scenes, this one's a bit long...)
Chrys glared to his hand, still smarting over his throw. A small pain flared up in her chest. Ignoring it, she narrowed her eyes, looking into Malconin’s. “You’ll have to excuse me, but I’d rather f*ck myself before I touch you nonetheless make a deal with you. And if you honestly think I believe if I won, you’d become my b*tch, in a manner of speaking…” She threw back her head, letting out a small laugh.
Regaining her composure, she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you think I fear you? That is not the case. Or to clarify, I don’t fear you. I just don’t trust you. Not in the least,” Giving a bitter smile, she shrugged. “Just the way I am…and you laying a finger on me didn’t help the situation,” Raising her finger, she tilted her head. “However, I’ve always loved a good challenge and you would serve to be quite interesting,”
Extending her hand, she grasped his firmly, keeping her eyes on him. “It’s a deal, Malconin. Although…before we start, I have to say I apologize for that time when I smacked you.”
Looking to her suspiciously, she gained a thoughtful look, eyes turned to the ceiling. “Oh, sorry, didn’t actually,” A swift movement was seen, accompanied with a loud slap echoing out in the small room. Still holding onto his hand, her other hand now in the air, she rose her head. “Slap you yet now, did I?”
Malconin who had turned his face, a clear hand print visible on his cheek, pulled at her arm, nearly yanking it from its socket as he drew her close. Swinging her past him, he threw her over the table once more, she barely managing to move out of the way of the punch that followed after, shattering the table into splinters, wood chips in the air. Wiggling her fingers behind her back, she cradled her hand, shakily getting onto her feet. ‘Great, the only time I’ll ever catch him off guard, and I didn’t have a knife in my hand…or a gun…or a grenade launcher.’
Pointing to him accusatorily, she shouted. “That’s for the comment about me ‘hindering’ you. This whole outbreak shouldn’t have started to begin with!” Dragging herself along the wall, she balled up a fist. “Oh, and I’m sooo sorry, maybe I should’ve let my father, the crazy bastard, maybe I should have let him kill me. Yeah, why not?” Finishing her sarcasm, she narrowed her eyes, a look of superiority in her eyes. “Then again, I forget who I’m talking to. You were willing to kill off thousands all to single out those you genetically enhanced…all for some f*cked up experiment. It’s more than despicable what you’ve done, it’s sick. Darwinism to an extreme, playing God, insanity at its best!” exclaimed Chrys, hands outstretched.
Planting a fist into her palm, she smiled. “But enough on my thoughts, what’s done is done. We’ll be sparring, right?” In response to her question, Malconin, partially fed up with her talking, aimed a punch to her head. She barely managed to escape, his fist landing into the wall.
Rolling out of his direction, Chrys swung a swivel chair behind her, sprinting out the door and to the hall. Starting on a run, she stopped as she heard wheels zooming down behind her. She turned around just in time to get knocked into by the chair she had placed as a diversion, it tripping her down onto the ground. “Damn…and on my back to…” Grimacing, she started to get to her feet, rolling her eyes as she rolled away from a kick.
Backing away, she picked herself up, Malconin grabbing her arm and swinging her into the wall, an evil glare in his eyes. Chrys, for reasons she couldn’t even understand herself, smiled quickly. “Hey, you said I couldn’t surrender, you never said I couldn’t run away.” In strangely good spirits, she evaded a head blow, stopping a punch directed to her chest with a great strain. Winking playfully, she pulled him aside, lurching him into the chair he had thrown towards her.
“See ya when I see ya!” Kicking the chair with as much force she could muster, Chrys sent him spiraling down the hall, running in the opposite direction as fast as possible. Skidding at a corner, she turned hurriedly, pulling herself through a doorway leading into a sealed off corridor. Stopping halfway in the hall, she started to tinker with a panel in the center of the wall.
At hearing waltzing footsteps approach towards her position, she felt her heartbeat quicken. “Come on, you son of a b-, yes!” Finishing up, she slapped a palm into the panel, her way of changing the access code once entering the first one in. The huge beige crinkled metal gate blocking off her way, with a great rumbling, lifted itself up showing only darkness as her escape.
Malconin turned the corner, at seeing the new doorway, increasing his confident stride into a slight jog. Chrys turned from him and to her slowly falling exit in a mad dash, not willing to risk him stopping her. The footsteps behind her increased, as did Chrys, heart nearly exploding from her chest as her exit narrowed. ‘Time for a tumble.’ She slid beneath her exit, a rush of air felt as it sealed her off into the hall.
The new corridor had dark metallic walls, an inch of water along the ground, pipes on the ceiling occasionally letting out a blast of steam, dew along the circular metal causing droplets of water to tepidly fall onto the ground. The only light that could be seen in the area came from glimpses of sunlight shining through rotted boards that had been placed over stained windows.
Steadily getting back onto her feet, Chrys rubbed onto her chest, letting out her breath slowly. A loud thud from behind her quickly interrupted her breathing. Quickly taking out her beretta, she turned back to the door, aiming with a stone cold glare. Another pound was heard, this one making a dent. Shaking her head, she started to trot backwards, that soon turning into an anxious run.
Flying past flashing metallic doors and waning light from the windows, she pushed herself through border after border, feeling a boost of reassurance as the corridor walls turned a light grey hue, pale light shining down from oval lamps. Turning down an intersection, her hopes slipped away at seeing Malconin turn from another corner, feet away from her.
Whipping around, she started to dash back, her only downfall being her braid. She didn’t make it an inch away, having to stop with a yelp at feeling a tug to her scalp. Following this was a swing, Chrys dropping her beretta to clutch onto her hair. With a sudden release, he let go of her, Chrys slamming into the wall and tumbling awkwardly down onto the ground.
Wiping away the blood across her lip, she narrowed her eyes to Malconin from the ground. Her annoyance soon turned into a cold anger, her braid unraveling around her shoulders, slowly spiraling undone. Standing up, she spit out blood to the ground, extending her hand. “Give me back my band.”
Malconin merely blinked in her direction, looking to her in confusion as he held onto the black band loosely in his hand. Whether he intentionally took it from her hair or accidentally, she didn’t know or care for that matter. It was the only thing she had left of the only family member she gave half an ass about. Waving out her hand, she narrowed her eyes. “Give it to me now.”
*continuation
Looking at it as if it were the most insignificant item, he threw it over his shoulder. Chrys, normally able to control her temper, keeping it under wrap, let out a yell, leaping in Malconin’s direction. Knocking him down to the ground with her arms pinning down his throat in what had always been a finishing move, she didn’t show any surprise as he laughed at her effort. “Yeah, your little buddy probably would’ve laughed at this moment too had I, the inferior one, not gouged his eyes out by then.”
At hearing her statement, all laughter seized as Malconin threw her overhead and off of him. Chrys flew across the ground, snatching up her band in the process and slipping it around her wrist. In a getting ready to run position, a hand behind her back, she waited until Malconin had gotten up from the ground. A smile crossed her lips, fingers grasped around a small black hilt.
Getting up, she lunged out with her stiletto in Malconin’s direction, at the same time as he saw her move, he moving a hand to his side. Two sounds were heard at this moment, the sickening sound of a blade managing to pierce into flesh along with a loud gasp for breath, one choking on air. The moment was tense, neither combatant making a move after the initial one, Chrys’s blade stuck into Malconin’s side, the hilt of Malconin’s katana still piercing into her stomach.
Finally, Chrys gasped loudly again, wincing as she let her head fall weakly against Malconin’s chest, hardly able to yank her blade from his abdomen. After a moment, she took another haggard breath, her voice coming out faint. “That…barely affected you, did it?” Not needing a response, she finally pulled the stiletto from him, flipping it into a back pocket. “I…thought as much.”
Tilting her face upwards with his free hand, Malconin looked down to her with a look of dominance, a superior leer on his face. He moved his hand softly past her cheek, stopping with his palm outstretched over her forehead. Chrys, still feeling the effects of the blow, didn’t bother to shake him away, only able to manage a cold glare, her breath coming heavily, erratic.
A look of menace flashed in his eyes, him landing a blow heavily into the center of Chrys’s head. Reeling back, she fell to the ground, forcing herself to stay conscious, not willing to give up, figuring she would die before she did so. “Damn my stubbornness.” Staggering back up onto her feet, she received a small push into her chest.
The small movement sent her flying into the air, slamming through a doorway and into a dark dust filled room, wood piled up in areas, work equipment aligning the walls, several pipes making up the ceiling creating a foggy effect in the already foreboding atmosphere. A glint of several rolls of silver caught Chrys’s eyes along the ground but a swish in the air cut through her thoughts.
‘Did I just hear that…?’ Adjusting herself into a sitting position, she listened again, sure she had heard it. It was the sound of a blade cutting through the air, Malconin coming after her in the scarcely lit room. She picked up the roll of silver, making a face as it was heavier than she had thought. Just as she did so, Malconin came into view, bringing the katana down over her head.
The sound of metal striking into metal was heard, Chrys holding a nervous smirk, Malconin’s expression hidden by the shadows. He struck down to her again, another blow being parried by the silver tube she had picked up. Jumping to her feet, she held it out horizontally in both hands, exhaling before she spoke in a fake accent. “It’s a six inch titanium foundation rod…twit.”
Charging towards him with the bar outstretched, she twitched as he struck at the metal, the vibrations bothering her. She continued blocking his offensive strikes, strangely well for a foot soldier. Finally managing to get him out into the hall, she felt an adrenaline rush surge deep inside her as he swung to her side, the katana inches away from her face, the rod barely keeping it from her cheek.
The metal of his blade casting a glow into her eyes, she smiled deviously. “Malconin…” she drawled out, the fatigue she had once held hidden behind her rush. “I have a new game we can play. Ya see, out of the little respect I had for an associate of mine, I hate it when a good blade gets abused. And the one you’re using…absolutely superb. But having it whack into this pole here…it’s killing me right where my heart would be,” Dropping her smile, she tilted her head.
“So how about we do something else? I toss aside this rod and you let me use your second katana, you’d be surprised at how I do,” Chrys mused, an odd look in her eyes. “The object of the game would be restraint…”
Malconin raised a brow. “Restraint…?”
Chrys parried his katana aside, pushing him back against the wall. It was official, he was toying with her. There was no way she could simply push him back, rush or not. Gritting her teeth, she narrowed her eyes. “Yes, restraint,” She relaxed her expression, leaning close. “You ever seen those movies where those two people are fighting and they all of a sudden either stop or something else occurs…? We’re nothing like that not only because we’re not actors but because we actually want to kill each other…or to be more exact, I want to kill you,”
Chrys’s eyes brightened, she loosening her push on Malconin. “I want to kill you more than anything in this world. Though, its not even out of hate, not even out of malice, it could be because of what you’ve done in this city, but either way right at this moment…I desire nothing more than to pierce into your throat with your own katana, cutting through flesh and tissue, having your blood gently spill onto the blade as blood gushes from your throat. A desire like this? It’s exotic to me…” On tiptoes, she whispered into his ear. “Damn near erotic even…”
Backing away from him, she grasped the rod in one hand, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling with narrowed eyes. “You’ve made a temporary madwoman of me, Mr. Valious. Perhaps a sword fight will burn that feeling away, though we, i.e. I am to show restraint as are you. No accidental slip of the hands or heads flying in the air. The warm up was fun but it’s about time we got serious. What do you say, Malconin?”