As the tendril left him, Mal looked around. Everyone around him was being vaporized into little red specks. Wait, no. Not everyone. Some seemed to have the same thing happen to them that had happened to him. In the midst of his horror was a tiny speck of relief when he noticed Fuu and Rena were still with him, as was the girl who talked to him earlier. Eventually, the tendrils stopped, and the near thousand that once filled the room were reduced to a mere two dozen, the rest just specks of red, floating in the air. It was jarring to say the least. As a speck drifted towards Mal, he took a step back, and suddenly, as if on cue, all the specks stopped circling and charged at the remainder. Mal instinctively put his hands up and felt an intense burning on his right wrist. He pulled of his glove and was met by a strange looking bracelet. Th was a simple red-orange band, except of the two gems at either end. One was purple, and the other light blue. Looking around he noticed the same thing had happened to everyone else, except the colors seemed to vary. As he reached to touch it, the doors burst open, and in rushed a bunch of masked people in all black leather suit, carrying automatic guns. Entering a fighting position, Mal refused to go down like a simple dog, but they didn't reach for their guns. Instead, they pulled out canisters and chucked them into the room, white gas luring out of it. "Ah, what the hell? Oh, no… Sleeping gas! Don't' breath it in!" He yelled, but it's not like they had an option. It quickly filled the room, and people began to succumb. Struggling to remain conscious, Mal burned the image of the masks into him brain, refusing to forget who it was responsible for this slaughter.

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Floating in nothing, Malachi could hear… something. In danced in his ears as he struggled to figure out the source. It almost sounded like… laughing?

Slowly opening his eyes, Mal groggily sat up, realizing the chuckling was coming from a man in the cell next to him. He had a dark aura about him. Like a man who was starting to lose his grip on reality. "Wait a second. Cell?" Mal thought, all traces of groggy gone. He shot up and bolted to the door, closing his hands around the bars and giving them a good shake. "Dammit! Those bastards will pay for this…" he growled. Realizing there was nothing he could do for now he took a look around. He was in a small cell, with no privacy what so ever. The back wall was pretty solid, and the other three were straight bars. No chance of escape from that. In the cells next to him were some dude he didn't know, but looked like a farm boy, and on the other side was some chick he didn't know. Across the hallway were more people he didn't know, but one appeared to be a guard and she was talking to the farm boy. The dude almost directly across from him was the one chuckling. It would've been unsettling, except Mal was used to that kind of laugh. It was a tamer version of Jade's. Looking again, Mal noticed everyone was wearing the same kind of bracelet he was. These must have been people who were also in the room with him. Coming to the conclusion that there was nothing more to be down, Mal walked to the center of his room and sat down, electing to just wait, and prepare himself. For the second that door opened, he was going to break someone's neck...