[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/42b1cd174fc775baeed69590168a8faf/tumblr_n501ybq84v1r8lutfo1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr]	Oh, my sweet children, did I not warn you? Ever since the tragic deaths at Altsoba ceased, I had made you aware of O.M.E.N's true nature. O.M.E.N. is not here to save you, my dears. They are here to save the world--to save [i]their[/i] world. Anyone who does not meet their criteria, no matter if they are the most evil and vile of creatures or the most pure and selfless, will be eliminated. They will exterminate you and your family, you and your loved ones, without even an inkling of remorse. 

	I'm sure Keenan's betrayal was the most shocking of all, but is it really? Conflict, war, battle, whatever you want to call it...It only works if each side desperately believes that they are the "good guys." No one fights with the belief that they are the villain. Everyone sees themselves as the hero--though some heroes are more twisted than others. But you see, that brings me to an even more interesting question...

	Are you actually heroes, my children? Or are you the villains in this story?[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/777ee677fd223ab64e9c9852ed0a847e/tumblr_nzir2fpqtO1u8e844o2_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent - December 28th, 2016 - [color=00ccff]Who the Hell Even Knows When?![/color]
[color=9999ff][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Faust, Time Misfits, and the Demon Elimination Squad ([@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@FantasyChic][@Pundii])[/center][hr][hr]	Andromeda hadn't meant to literally bind Mephistopheles, especially not with the kumakatok's cloak. Of course, only the most experienced hunters knew much about kumakatok. Only Seraphina, the angel, would have realized what a truly awful idea that was. A kumakatok's cloak may seem flimsy, but it is the key to much of a kumaktok's abilities. Essentially, Daniyal just wrapped the equivalent of an energy boost around the injured demon. 

	[color=red]"Thank you for that,"[/color] Faust said with a grin, as the cloak fell limply to the floor. He then pulled himself off of the mic stand, noting for a moment that his current host likely wouldn't last without him now. The boy he was possessing, Gus, was dead. Cracking his neck from side to side, Faust snapped his fingers, sending various implements around the room flying. Everyone present was thrown against the wall. Fairfax, Cecily, Strong, Katsumi, Eudora, Daniyal, and Darren each had a knife going through their arm. The knives pinned them. The others were held still by some invisible force. They couldn't move. 

	[color=00ccff]"Holy shit..."[/color] Cecily muttered, attempting to blink but she couldn't close her eyes. Faust twitched his hand and Emmie was thrown across the room, landing on the floor in front of him. [color=red]"Little Prophet...Such a shame. You never really did get a chance to explore your gift,"[/color] Faust lamented. He grabbed the mic stand he had been impaled on and gazed fondly at Emmie for a moment, before heaving it and impaling the little Prophet on it as well. 

	Emmie may not believe it, but she was lucky. She wasn't dead, even as blood trickled from her mouth and from the gigantic wound in her stomach. However, Death lingered in the background. It wouldn't be too long until Emmie's life was snuffed out, unless someone helped her. But with everyone pinned by either a blade or the demon's power, what could they do? Only an angel would be able to break free and only witches knew how to cast spells that could disarm the man. 

	[color=red]"Oh, I nearly forgot,"[/color] Faust mused, before snapping his fingers again. All of the weapons, aside from the knives currently stuck in some people, flew towards him, landing in a neat little pile. No one was armed anymore. [color=red]"Wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas, now would we? My mistress and I would hate for this to end here..."[/color]

	[color=9999ff]"So you've got a boss, then,"[/color] Andromeda said, straining but it was no use. She couldn't move. [color=9999ff]"Someone is telling your sorry ass what to do. You're nothing more than a grunt, then."[/color] She laughed a bit, trying to taunt Faust into breaking his concentration and slipping up, but he paid her no attention. He was too focused on Emmie, dying in front of him. No one was quite in the position to answer anyone else's questions as well. They'd need to get this demon under control now or they likely wouldn't live much longer. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ffcc]Aloise Zamora[/color][/h1][img]http://www.peency.com/images/2014/12/20/raven-reyes.gif[/img][hr][color=00ffcc][b]Location[/b][/color]: Near the Circus Grounds - December 28th, 2016 - 7:00 P.M. Local Time
[color=00ffcc][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Olivia Johnson [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]	Aloise found it a bit suspicious that Olivia suggested the circus, but she didn't say anything. She made a mental note of it, figuring that if Gus wasn't responsible for these murders, then Olivia was the next most likely candidate. But the evidence at Gus' house spoke volumes--the man hadn't been home for days. He hadn't been himself. It wasn't too hard of a stretch to say he was likely possessed by a demon, especially given what Olivia had said about his behavior lately. 

	She ran after Olivia into the road, hardly caring when it came to James' truck being in the middle of the road. [color=00ffcc]"We don't have time for this--people will die if we don't get there soon!"[/color] Aloise warned Olivia, practically ignoring James. If she had bothered to pay attention to the man, she would've noticed that he was FBI. In her line of work, FBI was only genuine about half of the time. The rest of the time, it was just hunters working a case. 

	Aloise didn't wait for Olivia to acknowledge her. She ran on ahead, making her way to the entrance to the grounds and then seeing the main tent beyond. But that was when she first noticed something odd. She could see at least sixteen people inside of the main tent, but each time she tried to enter the tent, she was repelled backwards by some unknown force. It was like there was a barrier, keeping that small little spot separate from the rest of the world. Grimacing, Aloise racked her brain for an explanation, but she came up empty. 

	Were they too late?[hr][hr][center][h1][color=fdc68a]October Crypt[/color][/h1][img]https://s4.postimg.org/ql9j3uhyl/october4.gif[/img][hr][color=fdc68a][b]Location[/b][/color]: Salem Train Station - December 28th, 2016 - 7:00 P.M. Local Time
[color=fdc68a][b]Interacting With[/b][/color]: Carolina Reed [@Nallore], Agent Keenan, Assassin Woman 
[/center][hr][hr]	October groaned slightly as she tried to get to her feet, her hand instantly flying to her side. The bullet was still inside of her, but she was lucky. It hadn't hit any crucial nerves. There'd be no paralysis from this. Instead, there was just immense pain. To anyone else, touching October's side would be equivalent to sticking their hand inside a furnace. If her clothing wasn't specially treated to withstand the heat, it would've been long gone. [color=fdc68a]"The bullet's still inside me,"[/color] October whispered, pulling herself slowly to her feet. 

	Keenan and the assassin were just a few feet away, guns out and aimed at the girls. Liam had outed them as necromantics to O.M.E.N. It was a death sentence for the girls. In order to make it out alive, they'd need to fight, but October had already been injured. Agent Keenan and the woman were trained for this type of combat. October and Carolina weren't the first people with abilities they had hunted and as far as the agents were concerned, they wouldn't be the last. 

	There was no pause to ask the girls for last words. The agents pulled the trigger on their guns. The bullets flew towards the two as October pulled Carolina down to the ground. The bullets missed them by no more than an inch. [color=fdc68a]"We have to kill them,"[/color] October whispered, biting on her lip to keep her mind off of the immense pain, as she raised her hands up. [color=fdc68a]"Hold them still for me--I'll burn them."[/color]