[center][h2]Plans Come Crashing Down: Final Part [/h2][/center]

Location: One Night in Hell→ Exiting  
Time: Evening- Opening
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[center]Mercy[/center]

“It shouldn't take two fully grown men to deal with a child,” Masha said as she approached, her expression showing her displeasure at the scene.  “Get her off the floor. You're making a scene.” 

She then looked at Killian and added, “and find out what she was up to.”

Mercy’s angry eyes snapped toward Masha’s words. Red hot rage filled her soul then spread through her veins, threatening to burn away her resolve to escape. More than anything, the girl wanted to lash out at the woman before her. Iron filled her taste buds from the amount of pressure she applied to her tongue causing it to bleed.  

Meanwhile, Killian shifted quietly at Masha's words. Mercy noticed his figure was filled with guilt and nerves, adding in concern for what she could guessed was because of the Licenti’s change in behavior. The whole situation appeared to put him on the edge and only increased her own frustration. Mercy fell into silence while Damian talked back to his boss with strained patience. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of enjoyment until he turned his temper upon the woman. 

Her body tensed when he lifted her closer to him, her blood’s temper dropped down to ice cold. The fear wrapped around her throat where it tried to slice off her air supply. Damian could feel the trembling start in her skin as she braced for an attack, honestly believing he was going to eat her here and now. 

“There’s a bomb in the bathroom…,” Her words rushed out of her before she could catch them.  

With no warning, her body’s solidness suddenly vanished when she jerked out of Damian’s grasp. A bright glow could be seen from her hand where she held her foci tightly in a fist. The spell would only last a few moments for her escape, her figure bolted for the nearest wall then phased right through it. 

[center]Killian[/center]

Killian’s eyes widened at the words. His expression twisted into something between horror and shock, disappearing the moment Mercy moved. He rushed to the restrooms as the words pushed him onward, his long legs ate up the distance. His head turned back long enough to shout at Masha and Damian. 

“Damian, get everyone out of here. Now!” He hoped they wouldn’t argue with him while he retraced Mercy’s steps. His figure pushed into the crowd, his position betrayed only by the numerous patrons being shoved aside in his haste. 

He got about five feet from the restroom when all hell broke loose. 

A loud, ear deafening boom erupted. The dance floor music was suddenly lost in the vibrations causing the DJ to abruptly stop, his eyes turned to the restroom’s direction. Suddenly iron, wood, and plaster flew out into the crowd’s nearest edges. Anyone nearest the restrooms found themselves targeted by the debris path. This included Killian, Masha, and Damian. Several others, including Killian, went down. They had the wind knocked out of them. 

He managed to let out one short-lived yell before he was abruptly clipped by a huge rebar into his chest. He fell backward, his back hitting the floor and blood seeped out through the bar’s exit on the other side. Screaming filled the club as the strobe lights died. Sprinklers went off and dowsed the still stunned clubgoers followed by the alarm. The need to survive consumed their common sense sending them into a panic. 

Men and women alike began to claw their way toward the only untouched exit: the entrance. Others, victims of the debris, stumbled about the aftermath. Some helping others that had rebar or wood embedded into their bodies. In short… the scene was total and utter chaos for those caught up in it.