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He felt as if the concept of understanding and thinking were just figments of imagination as he felt his entire entity grow numb with pain. His head was throbbing from whatever the hell swarmed the vicinity and the fact that he had been slammed into the wall by the unknown haze. [i]Maybe he was going insane? [/i] He asked himself and upon realizing that the pain had subsided slightly, he could hear a familiar voice that seemed almost distraught. 

[i]Was he dreaming? I’ve never heard her sound like that before. [/i] His body chose not to respond at first but as Ash heard his name being called once more, his eyes flicked open to a blurred world and suddenly an intense pain struck his eye socket, making it seem as though he was writhing in shock. Quickly stopping as once more the pain subsided, he only replied monotonously,” Sloth,” to tell her that he was awake.

With great effort, he slowly dragged his body to a crouching position, his consciousness became distorted again as a great nausea struck him. However, he remained focused on the process of standing up whilst looking at Sloth as a means of mental support. Inspecting himself, he realized he was missing his mask. The scars of the past could be clearly seen, yet luckily all that greeted him was the sight of bodies. He set of trying to find his favourite mask which was fortunately not too difficult to recover as he recalled what had happened before this incident occurred…
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11:00pm
Although his favourite mask covered almost the entirety of his face, his fellow sinners could see he was intently thinking. Waiting patiently as he cleaned his eye replica, Sloth came strolling in and took her place on her throne. To Ash, it was merely a chair with high quality materials but she could think of it as a horse for all he could care. Upon her command, he quickly slipped they eyeball into his eye socket when no one was looking, took of the gloves handling the eye and headed to the kitchen swiftly.

Opening the fridge, he quickly observed its contents: beer, whisky, vodka, eggs, some vegetables… He’d probably need to go shopping for some food again.[i] Maybe snacks for Emmy too...[/i] Quickly retrieving a glass and a chilled can of beer, he poured it's brown,frothy contents, filling the glass to the brim. Taking a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, he walked quickly back towards the living room and gave the queen her supplies. As she took a cigarette to her lips, Ash quickly lit it before sitting down once more. With a sigh, he listened to her speak as he closed his eyes; this was going to be one fuck fest. Sloth had already told him what was going on.

[i]Don’t attack people with a shirt or jacket, chains and flames. Wake Envy at 1:15, got it. I’ll take a snooze myself.[/i]

1:00am

Right on the minute, he entered he room. Knowing that Sloth didn't like alarming wake up calls, he left the light off and entered her personal space. Slowly walking up to a bed with an alarming mass of covers, he sat down and quietly shook the pile. At first no reaction took place but as he continued to shake the covers, he said softly, “Sloth…It’s time.” The covers seemed to erupt slowly as her head seemed to pop out. He smiled even though she could not see it and repeated himself, “It’s time.”
Replying back with, “I’ll be back down in a minute,” he left the room and turned on the lights a little so a dim glow lighted the rather messy room. He walked to his own tiny room which he was more than grateful for and got ready. Equipping his modified chain whip and his treasured blade, he joined the sinners in the living room. Leaning against the wall, he waited for Sloth who came very soon afterwards. A comment about the job essentially being shitty before they headed out.

Following Sloth through alley way after alley way, they reached their destination; the backdoor of the warehouse. From there, they waited patiently for the action to get out of the frying pan and into the fire. Whilst the sin, Envy waited patiently, a few thoughts had surfaced. The point of this fight was to gain some respect around the neighborhood by working with a bigger gang. It seemed almost like cheating to Ash but he respected the decisions his leader had made. As quickly as the thought appeared, they soon dissipated and left Ash's mind fresh for the fight.

It was 15 minutes before he heard the sounds of hurried breaths approaching the sinners. He smirked underneath his mask and looked at Sloth to give the command. Watching her execute a sharp hit to the shin of the first unwary person, he took that as the command to begin and he prepared himself. Although there only seemed to be fifteen, he hoped for some variation in weapons and fighting. More experience was needed in this department.

His few thoughts were disrupted as two big-muscled thugs entered his personal space. “Easy,” they commented as they saw an easy weakling to pick on. A flick of his wrist and the sound of wind being cut hurtled at the first assaulter’s eye. The sound of shrieking could be heard as the guy alarmingly screamed his lungs out and then ripped the chain out of his eye. [i] Boy that’s gotta hurt… [/i] The man was slightly taller but in terms of the muscle department, he won easily. Pulling the chain making Ash hurtle forward, Ash could only smile as he used the momentum to drive his glinting blade into the guy’s head. As this was happening, the other man came from behind, pulling back Ash’s arms in an attempt to break them. A simple head butt, producing a small concussion made him drop his grip and Ash wrapped his chain around the man’s throat and pulled. His second attacker could only struggle in an attempt to free himself before succumbing to oxygen loss.

Cleaning his blade with a cloth he retrieved from his pocket, he watched as Pride lay waste to the biggest man and then move on to others in quick succession. What came to Ash as confusing was that no one else apart from the fifteen men came from the warehouse. He quickly turned to the warehouse when suddenly the sound of violent explosions were heard from within. Sloth’s voice could be heard as she finished of the last of thugs. "Come on, let’s get inside and check out what's going on."

Following her lead, he thought deeply about the situation. [i] Only fifteen thugs came out… The sound of explosions and then silence… and there’s a weird scent in the air getting stronger and stronger… [/i] Looking left to right, he hoped that other sinners realized the strangeness of this. Before he could say anything, a massive plume of black gas erupted from the path in which they were walking on, taking Ash of his feet and slamming him into the wall. He could only react by curling into a ball to prevent the impact. A scream was heard and then… darkness…

Present Time

Readjusting the mask on his face so his scars were once again covered, He watched as Sloth went to the others to wake them up and in a blur of time, they had managed to get everyone back to the house, with only minor injuries. “What the actual fuck just happened…” he muttered to himself. Ash could only barely hold himself conscious as Sloth said almost exactly what he felt. He inspected himself once more to check for injuries he might've overlooked when he realized that his fake eye had gone. Quickly, he readjusted his sitting position so that his hand covered his eye.