[b][SPECTERS – ALETA ARABELLA][/b]
“Come on. Get inside,” A gun was pressed against Aleta’s back, but she could tell the fear in that simple action, the quavering of his voice. His confidence was just about all he had on her, because without that, he was more scared of her than she was of him. She was made to sit down, and her manacles were locked onto her arms. Normally she would struggle, but she was so elated she didn’t even care, didn’t even take advantage of the numerous weak points he exposed. He left cautiously, making sure not to turn his back on her. Despite his wariness, Aleta didn’t make a move as he shuffled out of the room – Once he was gone, a low chuckle slipped from Aleta’s throat.
“Eheh… Heh heh…” A wide, dementedly ecstatic grin filled her lips, “He said… He said I did a good job again…” In an instant her smile dropped. She perked up, glancing around as her brow folded into a frown, “You again. You just won’t leave me alone…” She grumbled, her knuckles somehow turning whiter as she clenched her fists tightly, “I thought I told you before.” The room was dark and still as usual, the only distinguishable sound being droplets of water from the roof. Despite the silence, the way she tilted her head made it seem as though she was listening to someone. She looked down, slowly closing her eyelids, “Lying, huh? You think I’m lying? Telling a fib? Speaking falsehoods, fabricating the truth leaving out details trying to mislead you only telling one side of the story” her voice started out slow, getting faster and faster before ending with a shriek of “WELL I’M NOT!” She took a second to catch her breath, before a toothy grin stretched out across her face. A low, dark snicker passed her lips, “Kehehehe… Just like a [b]BITCH[/b] to deny the truth. Hiding like a scared little baby, closing out the world like a child in denial! Wake up jane, when are you going to remember that [i]I killed you?![/i]” Another grim snicker, her body trembling – Not out of fear, but out of [i]joy[/i], “Keheheh… I still remember it some days. It floods my senses; the smell of your blood, the feel of your cold skin, the sound of your dying gurgles… And that stupid face of yours. You looked surprised, didn’t you? You didn’t expect me. How could you? I could’ve slit your throat in an instant, you know. You should be thankful, I let you live a little longer!” Her eyes were wide open, her grin twitching slightly, “I let you see the lovely things I painted in your dirty, filthy blood. You know, it’s probably a good thing you never got to confess those FAKE feelings of yours…” Aleta’s shaking was beginning to rattle her chains, creating a low, ominous backing sound, “He wouldn’t have been as nice as me. Those beautiful legs of his make my knives look like butter knives. He wouldn’t have smiled, either. I gave you lots of smiles, didn’t I? I bet Gilligan would have cut you to shreds while giving you that cold, harsh…” Aleta began panting heavily, “Dark, malice-filled glare of his…! Haah, haaah…! Hahaha, you lucky bitch! What would he have said to you, if he even thought you were [i]worth[/i] wasting breath on? ‘Go back to Babylon’, I bet! ‘A dirty Siren trying to tempt the hero’, that’s what he’d called you! Nothing but a temptress, a lowly [b]WHORE[/b]!” Aleta had lunged forward, stopped short by her shackles, She slowly fell back against the wall, snickering even more, “Nothing but a [i]myth[/i]. Most people here don’t remember you. Gilligan sure doesn’t. But do you know who he does remember? Do you know who he calls on as his most-trusted Specter? Do you know who he praises with that beautiful voice of his?” Aleta leaned in, a wild, smug smile on her face, “I think you know who. Now go away. I’m done dealing with you,” There was a long pause. A long bout of deathly silence “… You’re ignoring me again? Are you deaf? Stupid? Dense? I. Said. [b]FUCK OFF![/b]” She shrieked, fire in her eyes. She soon slid back against the wall, closing her eyes and breathing a sigh of relief. The doorknob rattled slightly…
But he decided it better to not check.

[b][SECTOR V – SUNDOWN][/b]
Klaus was the first to arrive at Church’s meeting place – He greeted him with a wave, his coat slung over his shoulder, hair still slightly wet, “Guten tag, Church. No one else shown up yet?” He peered around quizzically, “Huh, how odd… Well, hopefully schwester will be here soon…” In the distance there was a cry of ‘Haaa~lloooo!’ as the perky young German rushed in, looking bright and chipper as usual, “Ah, hallo there schwester.”
“Hallo Klaus!” Marina beamed at Church with an excited wave, “Guten tag Church! I’m sehr pumped for this mission, I’m ready to kick some butt!” Klaus sighed softly.
“Hopefully it won’t have to come to that.”
“It’d be cool if it did, though.”
“Perhaps, but hopefully it [i]won’t[/i].”
“But what if it did!”
“Schwester, this isn’t a game…”
“But if it was, it’d be cool.” Klaus shrugged with a sigh.
“Right, we’re waiting on the rest then, are we Church?”