[sub] Disclaimer: Graphic Gore Content Within.[/sub] [center][h2][b][color=#23F794]N[/color][color=#21F19D]a[/color][color=#1FEBA7]t[/color][color=#1DE5B1]u[/color][color=#1BDFBA]r[/color][color=#19D9C4]a[/color][color=#18D4CE]l[/color] [color=#14C8E1]S[/color][color=#12C2EB]e[/color][color=#10BCF5]l[/color][color=#0FB7FE]e[/color][color=#10BCF5]c[/color][color=#12C2EB]t[/color][color=#14C8E1]i[/color][color=#16CED8]o[/color][color=#18D4CE]n[/color] [color=#1BDFBA]A[/color][color=#1DE5B1]r[/color][color=#1FEBA7]c[/color] [/b][/h2][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/uvX201s.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/A0ETWbS.png[/img][/center] [sub]banner credit to [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/hellis]Hellis[/url][/sub] [center][h2]Part 2[/h2][/center] [center][@Fallenreaper] & [@DearTrickster][/center] [hr] [b]Location: Ironworks, Lost Haven Time: Present - 9:35 PM[/b] Rach jerked and clenched her fingers, her nails clawed at the sensation of the wings touching her face. They were cold, blinding and made her skin literally crawl at the feeling touching her. Her voice roared in frustration. It rippled through the room and made the metal piping rattle from the vibration, her body twisted to stop her dead bolt. There was too much raw power into it that she felt her shoulder slam into the nearest wall and chunks crumbled to the floor, breaking into pieces. She left behind two gouged holes from her side impacting, about double her size, while she tried to keep upright. Naturally Michael wasn’t pleased about the dirty tactic and frowned at Odette. His figure already had reappeared on the same floor as Rach, his voice warning against the aggression. [b] “I might suggest backing off. She’s a bit of a power house and you haven’t any idea what a pesky thing evolution can be…”[/b] “[color=thistle]You still haven’t a clue of what [i]I[/i] am capable of…[/color]” Odette said taking slow predatory steps closer to Racheli. “[color=thistle]I recall…[/color]” Odette’s voice because soft and velvety, echoing at the edges of her prey’s mind where the notes of fear lingered, “[color=thistle]the conversation you held with my associate earlier.[/color]” [b]”No, but I know what [i]she[/i] is capable of.”[/b] The Virus said. Racheli’s blood went cold. Ice flowing through her veins while she stopped clawing at her eyes, her head turned to the wall where she thought the voice had originated. Her breathing was raspy and harsh, trying to collect air into her lungs with each breath. The darkness seemed to have swallowed up her vision creating a sense of discomfort which kept growing the longer it remained. Her fingers had started to dig deeper into her brows and forehead, causing droplets of blood to bead. The black coloring fell across her flesh then dripped down to the concrete. Its sound didn’t reach her ears making more dread pile into her heart. Her teeth snarled in reaction to Odette’s threat, her spine shivering at the villainess’ silky smooth voice echoing in her head. Slowly, her eyes started to clear revealing an almost blinding light to the direction she was looking at. The blue orbs on the tips of the sorceress’ fingers pointed to the wall of steel pipes, Rahceli had gouged making her see the bodies of the security team tumble out by her feet. “[color=thistle]Your future is rather bleak dear Racheli. Monstrous in your endeavours at escape.[/color]” Odette continued, whispers fluttering by Racheli’s ears. “[color=thistle][i]Monstre de métal.[/i] You only deserve a life in chains.[/color]” A sourness edged into her throat back upon seeing the corpses topple to the ground, their empty eyes stared at her. Accusing almost. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if their deaths were on Odette or her. Her body stepped away from the sight while her mind grew numb, unable to think or consider the truth, and fixed in a guessing state of mind. Michael stiffened immediately at the sight. His eyes widened and lips pressed in concern, his head turned to Odette. [b] “I suggest stopping this. Now.”[/b] Blood of the guards seeped out of their bodies in the illusion, pooling at Racheli’s feet. The bodies moved like puppets grappling at Racheli’s feet eyes hollowed out begging for mercy through withered lips. Begging her to surrender for their sake. Rach fought the sickness in her middle, her feet retreating from the crawling corpses and forced her backwards. Fear, worry and anxiety were the strongest at the moment as they filled, twisted and drowned her in the moment. [color=indianred] “No… I didn’t… I couldn’t... “[/color] Her voice choked on the words being forced out with each movement. Her sight fixed on the image before her and unable to tear her attention away. “[color=thistle]It’s such a simple choice, Racheli.[/color]” Odette whispered tenderly ignoring Michael’s warnings they rang hollow as Odette relished the waves of emotion Racheli was riding through. “[color=thistle]It will only stop when I have [i]you[/i].[/color]” Holding out her hand invitingly to Racheli casting the illusion to herself now. Showing herself as clean, free of the death and decay. The corpses continued to try and crawl their way up Racheli’s body hot waves of blood splashed up her legs, threatening to pull her under. [b] “Listen to me. Stop this, now. You don’t understand, this won’t end well.”[/b] Michael stated, becoming insistent with his words. His image was paling by the second while he watched Rach’s predictable reaction. This wouldn’t end well for anyone. [color=indianred] “This can’t be real…”[/color] Rach stated over and over, her body crumbling to her knees and her hands clasping her head tightly. Her eyes closed to block out the corpses edging closer and not realizing Odette had made them vanish. Her mind became dizzy with the anxiety building and clouding her judgement as she activated her magnetism. Pipes rattled and shook, their forms gradually twisted from their fastenings then struck out against the corpses. Unknown to Rach, her powers were magnified unlike before and pipes from all around her struck out randomly. Including those near Odette. The pipes rattling near her were unnoticed as Odette clawed her way into Racheli’s senses, the only warning she acknowledged was from Bach. “[color=darkseagreen][i]My Lady![/i][/color]” Blinking at the steel pipe ripping from the wall, it hit Odette’s torso directly breaking her concentration. Illusions disappeared the second the connection was severed. Thrown against the opposite wall Odette fell to her knees coughing as the breath was thoroughly knocked out of her. Bach immediately grew in size throwing up a hasty ward against the flailing steel pipes protecting Odette from further harm. Steam filled the area from the pipes and machinery being pulled apart, humidity sent the temperature up and luckily though the pipes seemed to be moving erratically, they had not to have been targeting Odette. Odette continued to cough trying to regain composure and her defence. Without the ability to speak she couldn’t cast spells. [b] “I warned you.”[/b] Michael’s tone was venomous in his reply, distaste laced each syllable uttered. His figure walked toward Rach, passing through the flailing pipes and into her keening figure. The pipes were still moving about as Rach was slow to pick up that the illusions weren’t real and already ceased. “[color=darkseagreen][i]Perhaps a change in tactics, My Lady.[/i][/color]” Bach suggested. “[color=darkseagreen][i]As she is right now we can’t restrain her nor trick her. Too much energy.[/i][/color]” Odette coughed and wheezed in French, “[color=thistle][i]Y-you may be right. I-I found when tapped into her senses they are acutely…[/i][/color]” She coughed breathing deeply, “[color=thistle][i]Sensitive.[/i][/color]” “[color=darkseagreen][i]My Lady?[/i][/color]” Bach asked curiously unaware of what she was thinking. Standing back up she quickly dug through her purse searching rather frantically as Racheli began to recover her senses. Pulling out a flashlight flicking it on then her eyes searched the ground for anything she could hit the pipes with. Finding a rather crude strip of metal torn from the pipes she picked it up in her other hand. Blue light from her thumb seeped deeply into the flashlight, the light flickered hesitantly as Odette worked the spell then a beam of light strong enough to make even Odette squint in pain. She pointed it directly at Racheli then proceeded to hit the pipes exposed and hollowed out from being torn off the walls. “[color=thistle]You want to run wild![/color]” Banging the strip against the pipes the loud sound echoing along the length of the hallway, “[color=thistle]Then come get me you [i]Monstre de métal![/i][/color]” Bach’s mouth hung open, “[color=darkseagreen]Not what I had in mind…[/color]” Rach’s vision was a blurry white when the light hit it. Her head jerked away and fingers scratched the concrete, creating a few grooves. Her feet pushed her upright then rushed at the source on impulse. Her fist out and punched out to hit Odette’s head, possibly knocking her back. However with the light still shining and the noise rocking her ears, her aim was off. Side stepping Rach’s attempt at an attack she blindly charged forward, the light detailing her face rather harshly. Racheli’s black eyes were wild and her lips pulled back over a vicious snarl. Odette was reminded that Rach’s wild impulse and actions could be compared to that of an angry bear. [i][color=thistle]Good![/color][/i] Taking another heavy swing at the pipe closest to Rach creating more noise. Running backwards away from Racheli making noise all the while. Bach had returned to her shoulder reminded of a time before Odette was known as The Ambassador when it was just the two of them facing down every challenge the Fey could throw their way. Racheli felt her fist impact the steel, the sound echoing out, as she flung her arm in Odette’s direction. At least the one she assumed was the bitch’s direction as metal screeched again and pushed outward, the walls extended by the magnetic push. Her body crumbled for a moment trying to recover from the sound giving her a throbbing headache that pounded against her temple. Her breathing had increased drastically, growing harsher with each pain pulsing through her very being. It felt like the vibration was rippling through her and cracking her from the inside out. Michael chirped in, his figure standing beside her. [b] “You’re just pissing her off.”[/b] “[color=thistle]Shut your filthy mouth![/color]” Odette snapped back at Michael, hardly able to tolerate either of them swearing. Missing the second strike by a few hairs. “[color=thistle]You are possibly the most useless companion I have ever seen.[/color]” Shining the light again directly into Racheli’s eyes hoping that finally she’d be angry enough to chase the ballerina. Micheal’s eyes slid to Odette, his mind sizing her up from what he had observed, then commented. [b] “It’s not my fault you didn’t heed my warning.”[/b] The virus sighed, inhaling quietly as he stepped back. Racheli was already quickly recovering, her head shaking and jerking about to overcome the noise ringing in her head. He merely continued with a smirk. [b] “As for being useful, you’ll know that’s not in a virus’ nature after all.”[/b] Rach flinched away at the light shining in her eyes, her arms raised to shield her face. Rolling her eyes at Michael Odette continued her slow retreat backwards smashing anything metal now, her arm growing sore at the consistent vibrations. “[color=thistle]You,[/color]” Striking a pipe, “[color=thistle]look like you're struggling, hng![/color]” Odette swung back to the right powering through the aches. “[color=thistle]For a presumed power house a little noise and a flashlight shouldn’t slow you down... How [i]weak[/i] and [i]pathetic[/i].[/color]” Odette timed the swings to emphasize her words, condescending in the worst way. “[color=thistle]I’m the only thing standing in your way and you continue to [i]fail[/i].[/color]” Through gritting teeth, Racheli spoke. Her voice strained and her arm pushed to brace herself upright against the wall, steam starting to flood the area from where her power had collided with. The pipes were warped and twisted, the stone blown apart from the impact and much worse littered the work area where employees had once tread. Now their existence was thankfully absence to spare them from the chaos. Racheli’s head focused on Odette, her temper getting hotter with each sound. [color=indianred] “Fuck you.”[/color] With that, her eyes closed and her power extended. Pipes screeched causing her own ears to bleed, the black blood oozing forth and dripped along her neck causing her to wipe and flick it away. Michael’s words entered her mind and gained her attention, drawing her eyes toward the ‘ghost’ in her head. [i][b] “Before you go off the handle, it might be more ideal to leave. You can go through walls with 50% saturation. Through if you’re not careful, you’ll wear yourself out.”[/b][/i] Rach snorted in his direction, her fingers gripped the wall tighter. She then focused on the wall’s weak point then pushed in, the stone cracking like spiderwebs at where her hands pressed against. Odette threw the metal piece she had been swinging around at Rach demanding her attention, seeing Racheli decide to try and escape again her captive unceremoniously dropped the f-bomb. [color=thistle][i]That is enough![/i][/color] The woman flinched when the bar smacked her, her focus distracted for a moment. Bringing her elbows in close hands gnarled open, shoulders squared rigidly, speaking to the concrete again the very same that Rach was trying to break through. Blue balls of light centered in her hands then floated between her fingers casting a cold hue over Odette. They shot forward embedding the light into the concrete. It twisted with life reforming the cracks oozing over Racheli’s hands, climbing up her arms heading for her neck. Bach stood at her side readied for another wave of attacks to knock Odette’s concentration off. “[color=thistle][i]Piéger.[/i][/color]” Odette casted the concrete surrounding Racheli’s neck squeezing her windpipe. It didn’t change in consistency neither truly hardened or liquid. Racheli felt the wall become mobile and fluid like, the heavy element wrapping about her arms. She jerked back with a surprised expression as it climbed over her muscle and encasing her head in the thick rock like liquid. It was like breathing in cement with each inhale and her legs crumbled, bring Rach to her knees. Her fingers tried to claw the muck away. Her fingers seeping through the substance, her flesh altering from organic to steel then back again. Her body curled into a ball, completely encased now, while she listened to words speak to her. “[color=thistle]I will be honest.[/color]” Odette said quietly stepping up to Racheli’s watching her struggle to breathe. [color=thistle]I tried very hard to pass the time peacefully. I would have been satisfied playing Candy Crush on my phone while you slept. Maybe even update my twitter with a cute selfie I took last week.[/color]” Her cold blue eyes narrowed, “[color=thistle]Instead I have to fight you and be forced to listen to you curse.[/color]” She shook her head then her hand darted grasping Racheli’s jaw pinching her fingers into the divots of her jawline. Forcing her mouth open. “[color=thistle]No better way to test that reparative ability of yours then to draw it into extremes.[/color]” The blue haired bitch crouched down then seized her jawline painfully, pulling her head up from her down position. Rach’s face contorted in pain and anger while her mouth was forced open, Rach’s arms moved against the restraints and her head tried to pull out of her captor’s grasp. Her eyes glared at the woman partly daring her to do her worst. For once, even Michael was quiet when he watched the proceedings through his expression was filled by distaste at the subtle threat. Holding Racheli’s mouth open with her left hand, her right held up to Bach, “[color=thistle]Bach, gloves.[/color]” Bach quickly went through Odette’s purse finding latex gloves. Pulling them free he slipped it over Odette’s right hand. “[color=darkseagreen]My Lady?[/color]” “[color=thistle]I am about to teach you a valuable lesson. You will find that I am not fond of cursing or other such vulgar language.[/color]” Odette hissed her words melding back into French invoking pure power to surround her gloved hand. Tilting Racheli’s head up Odette carefully passed through Rach’s lips with her index and middle fingers searching for her tongue. Racheli struggled against her grip understanding what the sorceress intended to do. Finding the soft tissue of her lashing tongue did Odette slowly begin to cut the flesh free from Rach’s mouth. Black blood fountained splashing over the hand holding Rach’s face still. A scream ripped through and gurgled in Rach’s throat. Not daring to remove her grip. She would neither deny nor confirm that cutting cursing tongues loose was indeed her favourite form of punishment. Her precision was unwavered despite the heat wrapping around her gloved hand. Rach squirmed as the pain surged through her tongue. The cool sensation spilled over her lower lips, staining her lower jaw and neck. She could feel it slipping back into her throat, gagging her, while she coughed to breath. It was Michael that spoke the very words screaming in her mind and in a politer form. [b] “Stop… You made your point. You’ll kill her if you’re not careful and even I can’t revive the dead.”[/b] That last bit wasn’t fully the truth, Odette didn’t need to know that. His figure edged beside Rach and stared emotionlessly at the human currently ripping Rach’s tongue out. Squinting coldly hardly acknowledging Michael, when Odette finally approached the other edge of Racheli’s tongue did she remove her hand leaving the muscle hanging. Pushing Rach’s face away as she resumed to stand. Stripping the glove free and tossing it aside whispers of more magic turned the bloody glove aflame while little harmless burns scorched away the blood splashed over her left hand and arm. Racheli’s jaw finally released, she vomited up her own blood. The ooze slide across the floor and seemed to quiver with life then fell still. She was breathing deeply to recover as she shivered. Her mouth could feel the muscle slip and slid across her teeth drawing a sickening sensation within her stomach, sweat collecting across her skin. The curses in her mind never made it to the air due to her inability to speak and scream them to the bitch that had caused her so much pain. “[color=thistle]You have difficulty reviving the dead you say? You simply do not know the right people.[/color]” Odette said lightly. Grasping the back of Racheli’s torn collar Odette began to drag her, cement solidified to trap her arms and hands. [b] “If you ever saw my victims when it was over… you might come to the conclusion it was pointless rather than contact the right people. Insides being liquified tend to make them useless.”[/b] Michael replied, not expecting an answer while he followed Odette. His connection to his nanites informed him they were already at work, the blood in her mouth slowly knitting together her severed muscle tissue and veins. They collected materials within her body from food and other materials then gradually altered their state into something more organic. [b] “So… now what? You simply go back to playing your Candy Crush while we simply wait for whoever paid you for the kidnapping?”[/b] “[color=thistle]Asking nicely isn’t going to get you anywhere. When will you learn that you only know what I want you to know? While you try and fail at gathering information I’ve learned volumes more about the pair of you due largely to your running mouth.[/color]” Odette replied jerking Racheli over some debris from her clumsy attacks. No longer afraid to do damage, Racheli was far from fragile despite what Michael would insist. She learned especially now that Racheli was still conscious even by all rights she should have passed out from shock. [b]”And you give away more than you seem to think…”[/b] Michael countered, not phased by her rough treatment of Rach. Rach flinched at being dragged, her teeth fighting not to finish what Odette had started. Her skin flickering a metallic color to prevent her flesh from being shredded against the stone. “[color=thistle]Nothing useful I can assure you.[/color]” Odette snapped dragging Racheli back to the hole in the ceiling where they had dropped through. Bach had been walking a foot shy of where Racheli’s ankles dragged watching their captive like a hawk while his partner spoke with Michael choosing to remain a safe distance from Racheli. Bach’s curiosity was boundless after displaying near miraculous healing and stabilization Bach wanted to tear her open and find out what made her and this virus tick. A little magical boost sent Racheli sprawling back onto the floor of the office and Odette followed next and Bach brought up the rear. Picking up the back of her collar up again Odette dragged Racheli further into the refinery feeling an uncomfortable change in temperature as the heat soared from the nearly comfortable temperature of the offices. Rach grunted, her back feeling the harden concrete press into her back when she slammed into the floor. The wood made a creak in protest at the weight of the woman, her collar nearly choking her when Odette grabbed it again. Her figure dragged past the office and through the refinery doors. The nanites slowly stalled out as their inner workings were affected by the change in temperature. With their work half done, Rach’s skin paled quickly and her body started to shake from the shock of her blood loss. Michael snapped, not caring for politeness, at Odette. [b] “Cool her down now or you’ll be sending your buyers a literal corpse.”[/b] Odette dropped the spasming woman pulling her lip at her sudden drop into shock. “[color=thistle]Heat is your weakness then? How interesting.[/color]” Michael glared, his eyes fixed on his captor. Memories, unwanted, filled his mind and Rach’s too from the time Gene Co had made serious efforts to contain him within the underground levels of their hidden laboratory. He screamed for hours but no human ears could ever hear or understand him. Why did she take them here of all places? The question bothered him as he tried to logically reason it out, first without any connection to the only possible source that still of it. [b] “Why did you pick a Ironworks of all places to keep your prey?”[/b] His words seemed to hint at accusing her of knowing something she shouldn’t have. Her hand glowed blue using the sweat beading along Racheli’s body changing the temperature of the water cooling it immediately. Misty cool air rolled over her body Odette drew a small circle on her forehead where the cool air continued without the need for consistent casting. Then resumed dragging her into the refinery going deeper. Odette’s head tilted at that question, “[color=thistle]That is where we are both ignorant. I rather frankly thought this was chosen out of lack of information. But…[/color]” Casting an eye back at Michael shifting her look to Bach. “[color=thistle]I can see why now with the way the heat affects you, virus.[/color]” [b] “I think in this case…I’m less ignorant than you. I know who hired you and I will not allow them to tear me apart again.”[/b] Michael spoke in a icy, emotionless way. His figure ceased walking while he stared at Racheli without blinking, mentally debating his options and ticking at which were more likely to succeed. He was already conversing to his host quietly in her weakened mind. He increased, through it wasn’t easy with the heat, the work on her tongue. The bad part, the healing was visible on her face as the bruises and markings from their earlier clash started to knit themselves together back to their original state. Odette casted a wary eye at the apparition, the cold calm statement was enough to give Odette pause. There was no way Michael would know exactly who is signing Odette’s paycheck but he seemed to know who wanted their property back through the Syndicate’s hand. The mutually beneficial relationship The Cowl was referring to sharpening her memory. The conversation she had with him where he purposefully omitted a name. [b] “Evolution takes time, my dear. There’s often road bumps along the way that have to be driven over before they are forgotten.”[/b] Odette replied when silence stretched, “[color=thistle]Congratulations you have no way to prove for whom it is I work for.[/color]” [b] “I don’t need proof, after all who would listen to a fatal virus even if I did? However, I do know one thing… it won’t end well for any of us.”[/b] Michael answered with absolute confidence in what he was saying.