[center][b][i]MICTAL[/i][/b][/center]


Somewhere deep underground, New Mexico, Texas.

All around her, there was but stillness. Not a fly, not a bug. The white marble walls all hummed with the magic of a dozen days of painstakingly carefull rune carvings. Seals in every language from babylonian to non-euclid math had been etched the stone. All to keep her contained. But she was death, and death was patient, becouse in the end, all things came to know her embrace.  And so she had waited for close to seven years, kept isolated from all things alive or dead.She breathed in and tested the chains that kept her suspended mid air in the middle of the offwhiter room that was her cell. solidly iron, nothing in this room was organic. Not even a sliver of leather, becouse leather deteriorate much to fast near a creature that represent the very concept of finality and entropy. She shrugged as they seemed as solid as ever. She wasn’t getting away anytime soon.

“Tedious creatures. So very careful. “ She mused only to feel a sudden surge of something she had been denied for nearly a decade. The necrotic energy of a soul being separated from its mortal vessel.Someone just died, and within range of her cell. It was only a little, but it was like drinking water after a year in the desert, living of cacti. Her eyes glowed as she took another test with the chain. She wasn’t strong enough to break it yet, but this was enough for her to extend her senses. She felt it vaguely, life and death. The runes interfered with her magic, but she could tell a group of people were making their way to her. With each death, the same rush hit her. It made her squirm and grin, it was a feeling better then any high or earthly pleasure. 

“Mmm.. Caliente” She flexed again, the chains rattled and strained. Not yet breaking, but she was getting there. She began to swing in her chains, laughing to herself. She felt someone die again, this time so close that she could discern it was from a knife to the throat. There was a gurgling noise to confirm she was right, and then the door, the massive iron gate of door was blown of its hinges. A man dressed in black tactical gear moved inside. He addressed someone over his communicator. 

“I got the VIP secured. Releasing her now” He shot the chains off her with admirable aim. “Miss Muerte. I am here to take you away from here.”

“What is your name?” She asked as she rose back to her feet from a graceful landing. “And do you have a spare gun?” 

“I’m Allin” He said handing her his gun. “You can take mine. The mission was to get to you, your our entire extraction plan apparently” 

“Incan name? We’ll I’ve decided. You will get to live” She said and gave him a soul chilling grin. “Do you like your squadmates?” She strode past him.

“Not exactly. We are just mercenary picked for this mission.”

“Good. Because I need a meal.” They came to the first checkpoint, where to men dressed like Allin was holding of a group of similarly dressed up soldiers. Without stopping to take in the situation she leveled her gun and tapped them once in the head each. “Stay behind me, Allin of Inca.” She said as the necrotic energy was sucked into her very being. The boost was more than enough, she became a blur, speeding across the distance between her and the soldier in the moment. Putting them down with cold, unnatural  precision.  Allin tried to keep pace, still a bit shook from seeing his allies being put down like dogs so this monster could get enough power to take on the guard detail. By now, the facility was on total lockdown but nobody seem to be able to do much against the avatar of death. She killed personnel, guards and even her would be liberator alike. It was like a horror movie, blood made the floor slick, Allin found to guards impaled on a rebar that been ripped from the wall. two scientists had been kicked down into a vat of mercury and held there until dead. He was a mercenary though,and he kept his face stoic and heart calm. He had seen worse in his life.That's when they came up to ground level.

Mictal was a monster, a force of nature. Everything around her was blood, fire and ashes. She moved from target to target, in a constantly boosted state as the death around them further empowered her. She lept on top of a Abraham tank as the crew desperately tried to close the hatch, but somehow she managed to slip inside. There was the sound of screams muffled by several tons of armor, and then the tanks gun turret turned and fired at one of the watchtower and blew it into pieces. Allin could not believe what he was seeing. How could one person wreck this much havoc and terror. As the avatar of death got back out, she motioned for him to follow. Without hesitation, he did, keeping close and trying his best to help keep her back clear. But by now there was only stragglers left.  He signalled for their extraction to come them pick thme up. As the black chopper landed he heard her ask 

“Can you fly it?”  He answered yes, know full well what she was hinting at. And sure enough, the sound of a gun followed the corpse of the pilot being tossed out. “Get us out of here.” She said with a smile.

“As you wish, My Lady Death.”