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 Delirium Stairwell → The Beast’s Maw → Delirium Alleyway → Parking Garage (In Vehicle)
 Each other (Hugo and Carmen) @BeastofDestiny, @AbandonedIntel; Eerie... individuals @lovely complex; an unlucky soul (Sylvia) @Viciousmarrow

Let’s Fuck! → Well, Fuck… → Ah, Fuck!
Let’s Fuck! → Well, Fuck… → Ah, Fuck!

	After a drink or two, and a few songs later, Carmen and Hugo decided it was just a little too crowded for them to be together at the moment, so they decided to go look for a place to be alone, for now at least. After all of that passionate movement on the dance floor, and after having the time of their fucking life, they figured they should have a few dances on their own before taking things a few steps further. Walking together with lust in their eyes, they walked out from the dance floor, to the bar and to one of the main doorways, one that led to the main staircase. Carmen giggled lightly, holding Hugo’s hand as they ran up the stairs, heading up towards the restricted zone, the area no one in the club was allowed in... the Beast’s Maw.

	Hugo was feeling considerably buzzed as he enjoyed his time with Carmen, one Mojito, mixed with a Morgan’s Punch, finished with a Long Island would get anyone in the ‘mood’ for a ‘dance’ with their partner. He was lead by the hand by this spicy latina, an angel in this devil’s lair, across the dance floor and up a set of stairs. Hugo’s own giggles quickly matching his partner’s, there was a fire already, but a blazing inferno was soon about to be lit.

	Carmen had a grin all over her face as she ran up the stairs. “Hehehe… they shouldn’t see us up here.” She giggled as she led Hugo up the stairs. Once she reached the large commercial-grade steel door, complete with rust marks and a door lever, up at the top of the stairs, she turned back to Hugo with a smirk before reading the deteriorating sign posted on the door. “Warning: Authorized personnel only… Sólo el personal autorizado, no hay entrada. Both languages, I’m impressed.” She looked back to Hugo. “Are we going in?” She asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

”Oui, a disappointment they don’t read it in French nowadays though, no?” He was only half joking as he held back his laughter. Normally reading such a sign wouldn’t have bothered Hugo, even now in his rather inebriated state it didn’t, but there was something..foreboding about what lay beyond. All it took was one glance into those Auburn eyes of hers for all those feelings of woe to fall behind. Perhaps it was just the drink, but Hugo felt like he could trust this woman, she seemed to know what she was doing (even if she herself wasn’t completely sober).

	Carmen chuckled. “Eh, maybe in Africa, but… oh well, fuck it.” She tried the door handle. “Oh, it’s unlocked, how about that.” She swung the door open, and once she entered with Hugo, she looked around, and stopped right in her tracks. 

	Torture instruments lay everywhere, with chains on the walls, vertical beds with straps, all kinds of devices on old wooden tables. It looked like pure hell, and with the incredibly dark and flickery lighting, it made it look like it was another set of Saw. Carmen nearly hyperventilated, tapping Hugo on the shoulder. “Holy shit!” She whispered, looking around. “Do you see any of this?” She looked around, standing still in the door frame. 

	As immediately as Carmen entered the room, so did Hugo, his arms quickly wrapping around her waist as lust overtook him and he planted a few soft kisses into the woman’s neck. It wasn’t until she tapped him that he stopped, somewhat confused and dazed as he looked around, and his eyes widened in terror, ”Mon Dieu…” Releasing his grip on Carmen he stepped around her, boldly entering the room and examining the twisted architecture of the displayed devices. Blood was apparent on most of them, some fresh, some not so, all of his instincts told him the two should flee before they were caught, yet the drunk in him meant to comment beforehand. ”Some would call this a...kink...but I think this might be taking it a little too far…” Turning ‘round, he faced Carmen and walked towards her, taking her hand, ”We must go, Mon Cherie, now!”

	As Hugo entered the room, she too entered the room, examining the torture instruments in the room. Once he mentioned the kinks, she nodded. “Yeah… or these could be… some fucked up Halloween Decorations, I mean it is October after all.” She offered some of her sense before touching one of the instruments, bloodying her hand. “Oh shit, that’s real blood.” She gulped. Her heart raced, and immediately she drew her 9mm handgun, pulling it out from under her leather jacket. She looked around fearfully, aiming her pistol everywhere, and once Hugo grabbed her hand, she nearly shat herself. “Shit, nearly scared me there! But yeah, good idea. Meirda, this like some Taliban/ISIS shit right here… these guys definitely aren’t fucking around. There’s an exit downstairs, I’ll cover you.” She whispered before double checking the creepy darkness that laid right before them…

SLAM! The entrance door abruptly closed and the sound of it being locked from the outside could be heard. Soon followed the other doors in the attic they had yet to discover. They weren’t alone, that’s for sure. The warmth was sucked out and left a slicing chill. Off in the distance, there was heavy wolf’s breathing. An actual wild beast was somewhere hidden in this godforsaken place. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

	There was no sight of the beast and its drool dropping onto the cement floor of the chamber resonated in the creeping silence. Faint, very faint, steps could be heard around the one-night lovers, as if they were surrounded by at least five others, but still… there was no sign of human existence. Only eerie noises to keep their lovely guests company. 

	To their discovery, above the Judas Chair (a chair layered with 1,500 spikes on every surface with tight straps to restrain its victim. Made of iron and containing spaces for heating elements beneath the seat), there was a two-wire broadcast intercom that switched on and graced them with a music box melody. The song replaced the emptiness of the Maw and all other noises dissipated. Perhaps, they did enter a horror film… or someone not all mentally there was toying with them. 

	The flickering light seemed to be dying out. The only source of light in that room was fading. If their senses weren’t heightened before, they would surely be now. The stench of the room was grotesque. Rotton. Rancid. Like death. 

Do you feel something in the pit of your stomach? If the light goes out… what would you do?

	A honey-sweet giggle replaced the music momentarily. A woman obviously in her 20s that gave off a childlike vibe was on the other end. Her voice was soft and although it was high in octave, it was soothing like a beautiful harp, which contrasted the atmosphere they were in. 

	“Big brother is watching.” the mysterious woman cooed before adding in her spirited manner, “Do you think it’s smart to have a weapon in our playground?” She went quiet and the music filled the room once more. Through the corner of their eyes, if they took the time to look, the couple could see a door left open (most likely on purpose). Into the door, there waited a medium-sized window surrounded by a worn out brick wall. The moonlight shimmered in, meeting with the lackluster ground like some kind of sign, and white curtains gently swayed with the night breeze. Everywhere else in that room was completely hidden in darkness, so those who weren’t aware of this off-limits area could not tell what was lurking in the shadows. 

	Louder footsteps could be heard and the direction was coming from… behind them. There was a heel noise to each step but not like female stilettos, it sounded more like male oxford shoes. The steps were precise and intentionally clear. The person behind these prideful strides was most definitely a larger man. How large? 

	Well, if the two visitors decided to turn around they would see Valerio Hart approaching them. A man of brute strength and muscle. The second eldest son of Leonardo Hart Sr. and his beautiful, angelic wife, Bellissa. The only one on the New York side of the Hart family without powers. For a man with no powers, he appeared far more intimidating than most heroes and villains that walked on campus. A villain whose only means to strike fear in his foes was his very presence, skill, and lack of moral compass. The mere fact that he was the only one of his father’s children to not harness the ability to manipulate darkness or control the dead gave him more of a reason to be a terrifying force to deal with. 

	He refused to be overlooked. He refused to be underestimated. He refused to lose. 

	His reputation did precede him… if they only knew. The Tormentor and his family’s executioner. His hands were in his dress pants pockets. His button up shirt was rolled up and his collar was unbuttoned and loose. His expressionless face had a rough, stubble beard, while his melting chocolate orbs were detached, yet deadlock on the back of their heads. Without a doubt, he was a handsome man and these two mouses had entered his trap. He didn’t speak. No, Valerio kept silent. 

	Waiting. Waiting for their next move. What would they do? 

	Hugo remained silent, and turned as he gaped in awe at the beast before them, unable to speak in the presence of this man...no he was a monster. Powerful, tall and intimidating at best, at worst...Hugo need not even think of that. He stood in front of the two and the teleporter’s hand gripped tighter onto his partner’s. The two had been lead into a lion’s den, one they could not possibly escape, except without the powers he possessed. The open moonlight window was enough, and regardless of whether Carmen was prepared or not, Hugo could only pray at this point.

	Carmen stood there with him, utterly terrified by this turn of events. From the point where the doors slammed right behind her and locked inside, and the fucking creepy-ass music box and beast like breathing and dripping (of what she thought was leaky water or blood), the sucking chill only made her feel much worse. She smelled the death in the air, she felt like if she didn’t do something fast, they were both gonna die in that area, with no one to know where the hell they were at. Or worse, her friends entering the same trap. She stood close to Hugo the entire time, and gripped onto her pistol quite tightly, as if it were her only defense against whatever the hell lies beyond the shadows. She then heard a voice speak, and immediately aimed her gun to where it was coming from… the voice of a woman, taunting them. “What the fuck is this…” Carmen’s voice trembled, her eyes wide in terror. She heard her continue to taunt them, until she heard footsteps. She immediately turned to where the footsteps were coming from, and trained her 9mm pistol in that direction. She watched carefully as the tall man revealed himself from the shadows… he was a huge fucker. A huge motherfucker. She had to tilt her head up a bit in order to look at his head. “Holy… fuck…” Carmen gulped. As he stood there, menacingly, she took a step back, her gun still trained on him. He didn’t pose any threat other than looking scary as hell… though if he made any sudden moves, Carmen wouldn’t have hesitated to pull the trigger. 

”Hold on!” In a blueish smokey flash, the two dissipated, right out into open air, it was the only viable option for Hugo, but if he could save this woman, then he would do so. Gripping her tightly, he positioned his body so he was underneath her, and as they fell, he prayed to whatever gods that he might be saved. His wish coming true, as bad as it might have been, he landed back first into a dumpster outside the club; an audible groan escaped his lips as he asked his companion, ”Carmen...Mon Cherie” his pangs were obviously expressed, ”Are you alright?” He didn’t know what he had landed in, but the superhero movies made it look a lot comfier than whatever it was he had just dropped onto.

	Carmen looked to Hugo. “Wha-” She gasped as they teleported outside, and were immediately falling. “SHIT!!” She cried out as she felt the sudden sensation of falling from a tall building. She then entered reflex mode, slowing everything down for herself. She then looked around, seeing if there were any viable options to help save their lives in this fall, but it looks like Hugo had that handled. A dumpster below, filled with cardboard boxes and rotten food, was their salvation, and as soon as they landed, Carmen exited reflex mode with a loud groan. “Gahhh… motherfucker!” She coughed, writhing a little in pain, feeling something sharp enter her lower back. “Fuck…” She groaned, feeling around for the source of it. Fucking broken glass bottle… damn superhero movies always lie about this shit. She immediately pulled it out, with intent to heal herself later. “Ungh…” She winced before looking to Hugo. “Ugghh… fucking got backstabbed by a broken ass bottle, but other than that… I’m alive… I think…” She said, looking to him. “C’mon, we gotta get outta here… ungg…” She grunted again, wincing a little as she bent herself. “C’mon, they’re probably gonna send some goons after us if we don’t hurry… up… gahhh… fucking pendejo...” She groaned, trying to climb out of the dumpster.

	Valerio sighed at the two running away, “They always run.” His voice was husky and deep. If only they didn’t move a muscle... he was willing to talk things out and it was one of those rare occasions he would have forgiven his trespassers. Unfortunately, they chose to run. Such a bad taste was left in his mouth. 

	From behind him, the culprit of the playful voice on the intercom from earlier appeared from the shadows, prancing toward him. The second youngest of the Main family and the late Vincent’s closest sibling, only a year older than him, Bianca Hart. She was a painter and drug lord, but most importantly, she was her late grandmother’s successor, who carried on the alias: Witching Hour. Poking her head from behind her brother’s large physique, she smiled up at him, her hair as wild as ever, “Can I go out and play?” The bigger man glanced down at his tiny sister and gave her a nod, allowing her to do whatever she saw fit for the night. He was sure he’d see those two again. 

	Her attention span had immediately left her brother’s face and to the room with the window, as she bent down and beckoned one of her babies toward her. “Fenrir, come to mommy!” The source of the beast that had drooled earlier prowled toward his master. It was a black wolf, whose ribcage was visible on it’s left side, had his lower jaw missing, his fangs were undeniably sharp, his right socket was hollow, and his entire body, especially his face was decaying. Part of the reason why the attic smelt rancid was because of him. Unfazed and unperturbed, Bianca hugged the undead animal, “You must be hungry.”

	Carmen then made her way out from the dumpster, helping out Hugo if she could. She dusted herself off, wincing every now and then from the stab wound she had when she fell in the dumpster. “Fuck… I hope someone at Mayweather has healing powers… that’s probably where we’re gonna need to go…” She thought about it. “Wait… Gianna uh… yeah, we’ll be safe in Mayweather… but… it’s gonna be a long drive so… we might have to get to one of my safehouses.” She panted, standing up. She then realized that her gun was missing. “Fuck.” She searched all around for it, before finding it near the dumpster, slightly damaged from taking a high fall. “There you are…” She picked it up and holstered it. She then spoke in her headset. “Hey, do you guys read? We’ve been compromised, I repeat, we’ve been compromised. Gorrion? Bring me an SUV and an SMG to the parking garage pronto. The rest of you get the fuck out of there and initiate Purge Watch protocol until further instructions are given. We just ran into a fucking hornet’s nest… and I ain’t gonna get my ass stung!”

	Hugo accepted Carmen’s help, though he felt sincerely bad for her. Though he had tried to break her fall, it seemed that she had angled herself just right to be on the receiving end of a broken bottle. As much as he wanted to take care of it, there was not much he could do in this situation to treat it, especially not with the potential of that man following after them. After she retrieved her weapon Hugo lead the way out to the street listening intently to Carmen’s conversation, SUV? Guns? Purge Watch Protocol? Perhaps Ms. Carmen was more of a secret agent than she had lead Hugo to believe? Pressing his back against the wall, he peeked around the corner..interesting, there wasn’t a soul in sight neither up nor down the street. Even the front of the line had dissipated along with the bouncers...what on earth was going on? Wait...who was that?

	Meanwhile, at the corner of the street, not too far from the alleyway (to her right), Sylvia paced back and forth, huffing to herself. What was taking her ride so long!? NYC traffic was horrendous, but still, she just wanted to be home! Hearing the sound of an ethereal, yet ominous and penetrating, flute whistle, the redhead turned to the noise which was coming from behind her (not the same way as the alleyway). Chills immediately ran up her spine and only hot air escaped her lips. Shakened heart and the palest of faces, Sylvia found herself unable to move at the sight of… this was just a dream right? 

	In a Bugatti Chiron convertible sports car, standing and playing an instrument in the passenger’s seat, with wild hair flowing with the wind, Bianca locked her dark gaze with the innocent pedestrian. The car was in the center of the road (a distance away) and it was as if all life had disappeared down that street (or someone had blocked off incoming traffic), because behind the small woman were at least a dozen bikers on Superbikes and four Corvettes all completely filled. Though, that wasn’t the unnerving part… even though seeing this unfold in front of her eyes was intimidating as hell (if Carmen and Hugo wanted a car chase, they were going to get one)... the people… the people were visibly…

	Dead. 

	Bianca gestured for the vehicles to go around her, making her the last one in the procession. 

	Holy shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

	Before they got near the corner, Sylvia felt arms wrap around her and in a blink of an eye she was in some random stranger’s car with two low lives she had no relation with-- was she getting kidnapped!? Panic. Panic. 

	And then she screamed off the top of her lungs. 

“Ssshhht! Shut up!” Carmen shouted towards Sylvia. “Your fucking dumbass is gonna get us all killed!” She shouted. “Great. You got the dumbass broad who screams, the stoner and the minority in the horror movie… guess which one’s gonna get axed first?”

	A voice from the back of the vehicle piped up. “The black guy?”Liana, wearing nothing but short jean shorts, a tactical vest, sneakers and a grey shirt, sat in the back of the Ford Explorer’s cargo bay, leaning up against the backrest of the backseat that both Hugo and Sylvia sat in. In her hands was an Kriss Vector, and after screwing on the suppressor to the front end of the .45 ACP weapon, she pressed into the side and chambered the weapon. “But as far as I know, it ain’t gonna be today, so you better fucking step on it!”

	Carmen winced. “Fucking pendejos…” She groaned in pain from her earlier stab wound as she shifted the SUV into gear. “Did Cisne call in a tow truck for my Mustang?”

“Yep. Everyone else is also going into hiding and activating protocols. They’ll keep their ears open for your orders on our emergency frequencies.” Liana explained. “As for me… well… it looks like I’m gonna be in the long haul with you.”

“Well you better fucking enjoy it while it lasts, because if you continue to shoot off your mouth instead of that fucking gun that haul will be the shorter than you can say fucking Irony.” Carmen said before flooring it, the Ford speeding out from the parking garage and into the street, already driving off at high speed. “You kids better buckle your seatbelts and keep your heads down, it’s gonna be a bumpy ass ride!”

	Jostling in the back seat as Carmen sped off, Hugo hurriedly buckled in his seat belt, quickly turning around to find the other vehicles speeding right after them. Who knew tonight would turn out like this, and with death trailing right behind them no less?

&

A Briefed Visit

Carmen - "Phoenix" | Hakeem - "Magnum"
Agency of Paranormal and Meta Human Containment, New York Branch

	Things have been pretty strange ever since they medevac'd Ben to the Agency's secret New York branch. Ever since the pair ran into that werewolf, things have been taking turn for the stranger. Like, incredibly strange. After rushing him to the Agency's hospital as per the request of Casper, they were more than happy to do so. However, in the processed, they learned so many secrets, they had to sign a whole lot of contracts, waivers and say a whole lot of oaths in order to make sure that none of this gets spilled out to the public. After Ben was admitted to the hospital, and transferred to the care of Angelo, Casper disappeared as quickly as he came, and the two were briefed on the situation.

	The pair quickly learned that there were more supernatural shit than what was led on beforehand. While there were people with superpowers, such as Carmen and Hakeem themselves, there were people of original supernatural lore, such as vampires, werewolves and fairies and all kinds of different shit. And while it was alot for the two to take in, they did believe what the Agency told them. They were also filled in on the going ons of what happened in regards to supernatural shit around the world. Apparently there was a fucking demon invasion that happened in fucking Maine while the two were fighting in Syria. A Demon Invasion. And to top that all off, there was a cosmic entity that could devour worlds, as well as crazy ass scientists and a shapeshifter posing as a god. Jesus. After being briefed, however, Carmen had an idea. She could have Hendrix work in the Supernatural Sector as well... it's an untapped market that could earn them millions. As soon as she leaves, she's gonna brief Kevante on the scoop... but for now, she and Hakeem now have a new mission. They're working as Ben's security detail, and they will be having the opportunity to secure contracts and deals on the behalf of Hendrix Tactical Services with the Agency of Paranormal and Metahuman Containment. Things got a whole worse, but a whole lot better at the same time.

	Walking through the hallways, it would be a little bit before Carmen and Hakeem arrived near Ben's room. Once they arrived there, they looked through the windows and watched as Angelo spoke to Ben. While Angelo didn't look too bad... Ben looked like he was barely holding it together. Last time they saw him was quite a few hours ago, when he had massive wounds on his neck, shoulders and chest. At least he's getting better... for now.

"What the hell did the doctors say he had?" Hakeem asked, his arms folded as he stood in front of the window. "Also where the hell do we pick up our weapons on our way out?"

	Carmen thought for a moment. "New Werewolf... Syndome? Something that. Makes fools go crazy and shit after they been bit by a werewolf. Thank god neither you and I have been bit... I can't stand being hairy all over the goddamn place."

	Hakeem looked to Carmen before rolling his eyes. "Ha-ha." He said sarcastically. "And we're gonna be working as this scrawny-ass white boy's protection detail. I don't know if we're protecting him from others, or protecting others from him."

"Well, I think they're gonna give us silver ammunition and non-lethal stuff on our way out, so we won't be fucked up the ass entirely if he does go batshit. As for our weapons, they are probably keeping them where they are keeping the ammo too... and as for the ammo, we're gonna rob 'em of all of the .45 Auto ammo they got." Carmen said with a smirk. "Don't government agencies prefer .40 Smith and Wesson anyway?"

"Yeah, we're in for a treat if that's the case." Hakeem said with a soft smirk himself. "Apparently .45s don't do well against armor."

"Yeah they don't, unfortunately." Carmen said. "That's what rifles are for, silly."

	Hakeem nodded. "Yeah... right." He then looked to Carmen. "I never did give you back that Nagant when we were in Syria, did I?"

	Carmen shook her head. "Nope. You handed it to a YPG officer that had her gun jammed, and she disappeared without a trace." Carmen looked to Hakeem. "Not like that matters anyway. She probably kicked ass with it for all I know."

"Yeah..." Hakeem stared off through the window. "She was pretty hot too. Too bad we couldn't bring her with us." He reminisced.

	Carmen smirked a little. "Speaking of which, did you get any luck with the ladies?"

	Hakeem shook his head. "Nah. I'm a little too short and... Arab for their tastes. Girls these days prefer tall men with this... weird hair that goes up tall at the front. Don't know what it's called, but all I know is that it's white as all hell." He said.

	Carmen frowned. "Maybe you just weren't looking in the right spots. I'm pretty sure plenty of Middle-Eastern women might tap dat."

"Never had luck in Syria, never had any luck here. I don't think their parents will be alright with the idea with their daughter dating an athiest anyway."

	Carmen sighed. "Hermano, as a friend, I seriously doubt that no girl would wanna tap that. You're insanely good looking, and if we weren't besties and we weren't partners, I probably would totally try to pick you up at a bar."

	Hakeem raised an eyebrow at that. "Ooohhh... it looks like the great Phoenix has confessed her attraction to the Magnum... huh?"

	Carmen looked to Hakeem with serious disapproval. "No." She simply said. "Besides, I'd rather us be friends... I really don't wanna ruin what we have going on right now."

	Hakeem shrugged. "Hey, I understand." He said softly. "And don't worry, I feel the same way. I was just open to the idea, that's all."

	Carmen smiled a little. "Okay." She then patted him on the back. "I promise you, once we're done with Ben, I'm gonna find you some good pussy. I know just where to look."

	Hakeem slowly turned to Carmen.

"Not... that I was... uhm... you know..." Carmen stuttered awkwardly.

"Riiiggghht." Hakeem said before looking back to where Ben was at. "Do you think we should go talk to him?"

"Probably not a good idea. He'd probably go batshit if he saw a minority." Carmen said with a joking grin. "We'll just wait out here... in the meantime, I'd like you to check out my post regarding that new safety catch I plan on getting for Kevante..."

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