[hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/KzmdUGG.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/MzIHaGw.png[/img] [b][code]Cafe Sucre.[/code][/b][hr] Taking the first few steps, Claire noticed Britney in the flesh. The African-American girl was wearing a flowing white double-cross dress, with sunglasses, and a matching white hat. Hm. Stylish, Claire will give her that. She sat down at the table, ungracefully flopping down in the chair, and crossing her legs. Eliciting nothing but a smile from Britney. "Claire, how have you been?" Britney asked with a smile so dumb and forced that Claire was about to sock it off her face. "Shitty," Claire replied with a cheeky grin that made the prim Britney tense up a bit. "How's about yourself, Brit? Did your daddy buy you a hummer made out of gold yet?" "Really funny..." Britney rolled her eyes as she looked at Claire and sighed, "But, can you just be formal for once in your life?" Claire also rolled her eyes as she decided to end this bullshit masquerade. She leaned in aggressively glaring down Britney. "How about we cut the formalities?" Claire spat out. "You called me out here for a reason, Brit. So, please tell me that I didn't walk all the way here so we can ask each other how our days are going..." Claire leaned back in her chair, and put her boots on the table. "That's very rude of-" Britney tried to protest with Claire. "Don't care, sweetheart." Britney sighed as she realized that she wasn't going to get anywhere like this. She wondered what had Claire in such a rush. What? The next bed to jump into, or the next joint to roll. Britney was going to cut to the point. Like Claire wanted. With another sigh, Britney gave in, and asked, "Do you want to grab a coffee before I start? It's on me, I told Kimberly." Claire thought about it for a moment, before she said, "... After." "Good, then let me start," Britney reached into her purse, and pulled out a photograph of an African-American girl with brown hair tied into Afro-puffs, and vaguely Indian facial features which hinted to Claire that she was mixed. Mostly her nose. She had on glasses, and a nose piercing. After examining her, Claire looked up... she had absolutely no idea who this girl was. "... That's my cousin, Cindy." Britney answered. "She arrived here a few days ago with her dad... just to visit, but then she went missing..." Claire leaned back, intrigued. "I was wondering if you by chance... seen her." Claire could hear in the sorrow in her voice, but she could only sigh and answer with a no. "No... sorry, I haven't." Claire answered flatly. "I've even seen a girl that looks like her before." Britney sighed in response, "That's the problem, she's an outsider in this town..." She simply trailed off and decided to pitch her little mission to Claire, "Look, Claire... can I ask for your help finding her, then?" Britney suggested. "What's in it for me?" Claire asked, crossing her arms. "Why don't you just ask the police for help?" "Because they're..." Britney nearly snapped at Claire, before she slowed down and responded. "Okay, Claire, I did the research; do you want to know something about our little town?" Claire snorted as she anticipated Brit being condescending towards her yet again, she leaned forward and put a hand on her jaw while resting her elbow on the table, "Well, enlighten me, Brit." "There's an awful lot of unsolved mysteries here in Farmer Hill," Britney said, shaking her head, "Like, Farmer Hill has the highest amount of disappearances, and unexplained murders in Montana - and you want to know why?" "Why?" Claire asked to keep her going. "Because nobody gives a damn, the police just either give up after a week, or they just pin the crime on somebody else," Britney bitterly said. "And... we're just a small town in the middle of nowhere - Farmer Hill isn't even on [i]some maps.[/i]" Hmmmm... Claire always did find it a bit suspicious how a lot of people just suddenly moved out of Farmer Hill, or just disappeared. Including a few of Claire's childhood friends...who just... disappeared. Claire shook her head. She knew just what Brit's drift was. "... And lemme guess, you want to take matters into your own hands?" Claire bitterly said. "Yes." "... Well, ya' still didn't answer my first question." "Well, just for coming here, your debt to me has been cleared," Britney said, before sighing with a roll of her eyes, "But, I'll offer you more money, no strings attached - it's yours - if you find her with my help." Claire carefully considered it for a moment, before she replied, "I'll do it," Claire started off, but before she could reply. "... Free of charge." "Really?" Britney said. "Money's not an issue for me." "You can't put a price on kindness," Claire answered. [i]Besides... not having to pay you back five-hundred I can't pull out my ass is payment enough.[/i] Claire thought about it. [i]And... this could lead into the grand mystery of why there's people with superpowers.[/i] "Thank you." Britney said. "I may have some other people who could help us," Claire answered. "Like who." Claire grinned. "A lovable bunch of idiots," Claire laughed as Britney's face contorted with worry. Which was what prompted Claire to end the discussion, and go find Dexter. "Let me go consult them now." She said as she got up, but she was stopped by Britney. "Wait, before you go..." Britney made Claire halt in her tracks, and she raised an eyebrow as she looked at the girl. Awaiting to hear what she had to say, "Have you noticed anything weird going on in Farmer Hill lately?" Britney asked Claire. "Like, things that shouldn't even be [i]natural.[/i]" Claire raised her eyebrow for a moment, before she opened her mouth to say something - before stopping herself. "... Besides an entitled fuck becoming a veiny serial killer; no." She said, and Britney nodded her head. Claire wondered if she knew something about these powers. She wanted to press on, but she should definitely consult Dexter first. [hr] [i]Oh shit, oh shit, oh God![/i] Greg desperately panted as he ran through the woods of the part, leaking red as he ran desperately. One minute he was exploring Farmer Hill, and then [i]it[/i] came. He didn't know what in the world it was, it was a twisted figure of a man warped into a hideous beast. Wielding a blade. He took one slash, before running for it. His vision was getting blurry, but he was going to make it. He had to. Greg chanted to himself as he hoped that adrenaline would keep him conscious. Though, too much of his life was leaking out onto the grass, and he heard the footsteps behind him picking up. He felt something slash him, and brutally cut through the flesh and bones of his back. Nearly detaching a limb from his shoulder with the amount of force that was applied. He fell forward, desperately crying for help as he tried to crawl away - but his misery was promptly ended with Scott brought down his makeshift machete on his skull, and split it in half. Gore was shot in all directions, and Greg's eyeball fell out of his head as Scott pulled his blade away. Though, Scott didn't move onto the next kill... he lingered for a moment as he examined the boy's corpse. He saw a glowing insignia on his shoulder, and his shin. He slammed a foot onto the corpse's back, and cleanly slashed off his leg, and his arm. He grabbed both of them, and held them in his hand... as the orange light appeared and consumed both of the limbs. Scott walked away into the distance, and a orange portal appeared in front of him, surrounded with the same spider-like legs he seen before. He disappeared as the portal closed, and he left just another body to be found by the authorities. None of his concern. He got another insignia for his master, and that was all that mattered. The portal opened up again in an alleyway not too far away from the Cafe Sucre. His master's voice told him that there was a congregation of them nearby, and that there was more coming. Excitement to kill nearly overcame him, but his master's voice told him that it was foolish to go headlong into so many of them. Not without a plan. His master suggested luring them into a trap, and wiping them out one by one. Scott slid into the shadows, as he heard his master's voice again, and told him that one of them was heading straight for the cafe all by herself. His master told him to be patient, as more of them were inbound.