Berina's head snapped up from the comic she was reading, whipping the thick leather bag around her shoulder and jumping powerfully up, she pierced the window just above her and landed swiftly on the asfalt. Taking off at an amazing speed, something was up and she needed to find Malconin within the next few minutes or someone would die.
Malconin sized up Chrys curiously. She was tough, he would give her that. Even though he had barely used his potential, he had given her quite the test.
He glanced down at the wound in his side, surprised that her blade had pierced flash that granades could not even mark, let alone damage.
"Every superman has their kryptonite," he whispered under his breath as he drew out his second katana. Throwing it to her and watching her catch it deftly, a smile appeared on his lips. "Let us spar."
Before he had even finished speaking he lunged, pushing the blade in a fencing style, straight past her ear, and sparks flew as Chrys' balde rose to meet his own and parry the blow. He followed it up with a second strike, down and to his left, but Chrys ducked surprisingly quickly and responded with a with an upwards sroke that grazed his midsection.
Malconin growled, taking a step back, shocked that he had let her close enough to do such a thing. He was quicker than her, stronger than her...and yet she had marked him twice now. Chrys came at him with a flurry of strikes, which he parried with relative ease and when an opening came he swung hard.
But again, Chrys evaded his strike, pulling off a move that caugh him off guard and left him wide open. With an angry screech, Chrys jumped to the side, ran along the wall, pushed off and kicked him square in the jaw, sending him reeling. The katana followed quickly, adding another scar to match the first that marred his feartures.
Malconin stumbled and flopped into a pile of wood shavings that littered the floor in the dark room. He shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his bearings, trying to come to terms with the fact that she had the upper hand against him. Before he knew what had happened, her blade was at his throat.
Malconin smiled ruefully in the darkness, tossing his blade away, conceeding defeat. "It appears I have underestimated you. My weakness...you..." Malconin shook his head. "Every man has his kryptonite," he repeated.
Chrys smirked. "Every man has his kryptonite," she mimicked. "And now, I believe, you belong to me."
Drake stepped out of the shadows, gun pointed at Chrys. "Well, personally, I don't give a flying f*ck about who owns who. Right now, I would like to blow you inards all over the wall, but I'm not gonna get what I want, and right now, niether are you." Drake turned to Mal. "I know you made a promise or what not, I've been watching this whole fight, but right now, your duty is to every still living person. We need to find that gas stuff, and then you can be her slave." Drake gave the both of them a crooked grin and smirk. "Or I could kill her, and that would make you a free man."
"You would touch neither of them Drake...not while I was still around." Berina had somehow made her way through the labrynth just as fast as she'd made it to the complex, drawing two knives she spun one of them in her nimble fingers, "Do not tempt me, you hold my husbands life in your control and I would kill you before your wrist could even flick and end his life."
Berina nodded slightly, "Lower the weapon miss...I wont say it again, I'd chop you up just to save him. I understand your hatred, I am an experiment, tortured and used to bring about this world that we live in now but there is still a man that I love inside of Malconin Valios and I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to let you kill him here and now." Berina's eyes flashed a dangerous hue and glinted slightly, her jaw clenched and every muscle tensed, she would be ready to launch an attack in a millisecond if need be.
Bildo just thought to see if she could hear him *We'll be in the hotel you'll find a way in I know you will*
Bildo pulled up out front of the hotel and said "we are here now, please take all personal belongings that we will need on your saty and please have a nice day" Bildo chuckled to himself "Shalimar and Roger you go and check the place out and come back for us when you found a good room" Billy said opening the door and stand outside the bus. He thought to himself *We'll have to rap up warm tonight its cold* Then he shivered. Just as Shalimar walked past Erica she walked into a gun M14 to be persise "You can do more with this than I can" Erica said handing her the gun and all the mags she had for it. "Plus I got these babys" she showed her one of Malconin's Desert Eagels and the little revolver Bildo gave her.
"Well, cry me a F*CKING river, catwoman. SH*T happens." Chrys felt her breath come out heavily, she angrier than usual, most likely at the interference by his two comrades. When she got that way she usually swore viciously, profanity leaving her mouth like water through cracks. She brooded upon the situation, katana still placed into the tip of Malconin's neck.
In her current mood, she no longer feared death no matter how painful. She had completed her objective, beaten one of the most powerful men in the world and had them at her beck and call. At the moment, she felt like a goddess, a vision of mass destruction. But it wasn't her, she wasn't herself. After a moment of thinking, she sighed, finally deciding to ignore the others in the room hellbent on blowing her away. "How easy it would be for me to kill you right here and now, sate that desire of mine..."
Kicking by his side, she launched his sheath into the air, catching it in her spare hand. She attached it to her waist, her eyes showing only apathy. "However, you serve no use to me dead and the object of the game was restraint," Smiling down to him, she narrowed her eyes. "Besides, death isn't good enough for the likes of you. No, I think I shall let you live. Live with the guilt that you damned a whole city causing nothing but death and destruction. Live with the fact that you were beaten by the one thing you were trying to perfect. An inferior being...what you once were...human."
Chrys took her katana from his neck, letting it dangle loosely in her fingertips before gripping onto it tightly. "Think I'll be keeping this, you won't mind, right?"
Turning around, walking past the angry threatening glares of his comrades, she stopped halfway in the room. "Oh yes, you were to be my slave, correct? Let's see if you're a man of your word. Currently, I only wish for you to do one thing. And not kill yourself, I hate suicide in all forms. No, what I want you to do is disentegrate this city, destroy it on a nuclear level, leave it so there's no trace of anything that went on here. Anything and everything I want gone, underground labs, research done on this virus, genetic enhancements in the works, destroyed, every back up obliterated. For a man like yourself, it shouldn't be too much of an arduous task," Sliding her katana across the opening of it's sheath, she slid her new weapon inside.
A humble tone, she sighed. "My apologies to you, Mrs. Valious. I find I can be a bit rude when I'm still on a rush, the catwoman comment was unneccesary," Continuing her walk, she stopped at the door, turning back halfway to raise an eyebrow to Malconin. "Goodbye Superman," She waved her fingers daintily, figuring he would only get what she meant as she made her way from the scene.
Walking through the hall, she stopped only to retrieve her fallen beretta, holstering it back quickly. Dragging her footsteps, she walked through the corridors, past the grey walls and into darkness and glimpses of light, finding herself after a moment back into the main halls. With a sudden infuriated expression, she kicked open a door leading into the stairwell and with bitterness illuminating her eyes, dashed upwards until she had reached her destination.
Opening the door, a fresh burst of air hit her, the wind on the rooftop crisp under the slowly setting sun. Slamming the door behind her, she exhaled, exhausted with a strange glee. Crawling to the edge, she cradled her knees to her chest, looking out into the burnt out city with her eyes squinted in the wind. She was for one of the few times in her life confused.
"I should've killed you...I could have ended your life right there Mr. Valious," Leaning over the edge, she peered down into the small cars, miniature corpses on the ground. "I had your life in my hands...one of the greatest...one of the most terrifying...one who dared strike me. I was the only one who could defeat you...you the only one who could destroy me. And I had you..."
Balling up a fist, she laid her back to the gravel making up the rooftop. "But I let you go...and unlike this city, you'll live to see another day," Sitting up, she took out a Salem from her pack, lighting up her cigarette quickly. Letting out a cloud of smoke, she brooded before letting out a smirk. "God..." Dropping some ash onto the ground, she sighed, her hand sliding back on the ground. "I miss being a b*tch."
"Yeh Shalimar that dont matter you can get around Erica cant. Dont worry Roxanne cant shoot either and she has done fine aint ya hunni" Bildo said winking to both of them. "Oh yeh the door right" Bildo walked up to the door and looked at it for a while, then he took a few steps back then ran and kicked it open. He walked back to the bus "There you go Shalimar and Roger go front then Jack then me carring Erica and then Roxanne could you go at the back hunni" Bildo said putting his head round into the bus. "Yeh sure hun" Roxanne said cocking her M14 just incase. "Well shall we" she said.
shalimar eyes turned yellow .the hallway was back and cold.she could the lips of death on her face.the lower fools seemed to be clear of any brain eating freaks. shalimar looked up to she an open door.as she move close to the door her heart felt like it was about to stop. she slowly walked into the room then came back."it's clear '.
((forgive any serious type-o's. I broke my finger playing football, and its kinda hard to type.))
Drake didn't bother with Mal. If that chic was half as good as she looked at fighting, he wanted her on his side. Drake followed the woman to where she was on the roof and Stood behind her. It wasn't until she didn't turn around or achknowledge him that he realized she didn't know he was there. His enhancements were begining to scare him. "Uh, excuse me." Chrys jumped to her feet. She had obviously been thinking about something else. She wouldn't have been that jumpy, not after what he had just seen. "Sorry to startle you. I uh... well..." Drake silently cursed himself. He had never been good at talking to woman and it always bothered the hell outa him. "I just wanted to uh, see if you would tag along with us. We need as much fire power and skill we can get. Mal has a back up plan to destroy all of the undead, but because you killed one of his men, its gonna be 100 times harder. So yeah, basically, through all that studdering, I want to know if you'd join forces with a rag-tag team of ass kickers to help save the world."
(Ouch, that musta hurt…hope that gets better…)
Chrys looked the man before her up and down, still disorientated from his interruption. Her thoughts had floated off to distant memories, ones better left for another day. Though she couldn’t help but to smirk to herself. ‘He was a psychotic bastard, but without him, probably would’ve got myself killed using a katana…’
Placing her hands in her pockets, she stood up lazily, eyes squinted to block out the setting sun. “Mrs. Valious called you Drake if I’m not mistaken, right?” Dropping herself onto the ground, she folded up her legs Indian style, leaning back on her hand as she took a drag with her free hand. “Yeah, I remember you, you’re the one who was real keen on blowing my ass away, never forget a face,” She smiled, sarcasm in her eyes. Burning out the cigarette on the ground, she tossed it over her shoulder. Jumping to her feet, she raised her eyebrow. “Gee, I’m actually sorta flattered. And here I thought Malconin sent you up here to ‘finish me’,” She shrugged nonchalant, heading for the door. “Yeah. I’ll help you. Save the world and BS like that. But first I have to find my comrades, I’d hate to be the one to screw them over. Oh and…”
Chrys glanced back to him with her sharp blue eyes narrowed. “That man I killed. He was my father…he had a fate like that coming for him in a long time. It couldn’t be stopped.” Without another word, she descended downwards, on the search for her friends.
Drake nodded at her back. Good, this would be that much easier. "And yes, by the way, my name is Drake. And uh...yeah, sorry about the whole wanting to kill you thing. I've been a bit tigger happy for an hour or so. And as for your friends, their fine, I made sure before I followed Mal. Paul seems a bit misted, but other then that they are both ok."
Chrys didn’t bother to look back, pushing herself further down the stairs as Drake followed suit. “Yeah, but since I screwed with the floors not unless you happened to fall with them, currently they’re MIA and I intend to find them,” Taking out her beretta, she stopped at a doorway, cautiously pulling it open into a plain beige and white corridor.
Composing herself, she holstered back her beretta, dragging her fingertips along the wall as she walked, hair flowing loosely behind her. “By the way, the name’s Chrysantheum Stonewell, but you can call me Chrys. Easier on the tongue…” She frowned, holding back a threat that came into mind. Figuring it wasn’t the time for her to be petty, she shook it from her thoughts, speaking calmly. “It might take me awhile to find them so you can either play follow or get back with your comrades. Your choice.”
Placing her hands behind her head, she started to hum quietly to herself as she wandered down the hall.
Shalimar and Roger led the pack up several flights of stairs, almost to the top of the hotel. Roger and Shalimar walked along the corridor opening every door and checking the rooms. Then Shalimar stopped and looked at the room for a while, while the others caught up. "This one" she said walking inside the room and putting aload of food and stuff down. The others followed suit and put the stuff down and Bildo put Erica on the bed.