Humanity....What a sick, twisted race. Cruel, malicious beings that were bred into this world to murder, rape and destroy one another and their precious land. But I guess I learnt from the best, didn't I"

"Wake up."

The tough hide if his palm sharply cracked the pale, deathly cheeks of a dirty-haired man, the head swaying suddenly to the side from the brute force of the slap. So weak. Wrinkled eyebrows twitched before they slowly parted open, revealing the two pale-blue orbs to the human's soul. So confused and ignorant. The faint aroma of leather danced around the man's nostrils, a gloved hand cupping the jagged chin that stick out like a sore thumb, gently hoisting his face before his. Why do they exist".

"I said wake up Jeffery," those fingers on the chin soon began to firmly squeeze his flesh and bone, forcing a pained whimper and pathetic groans. Like children. The man's eyes soon met only...Darkness, the pit-black shades hanging onto the round, clean face of a man, no beast. Perhaps drifting from his thirties to his fourties, yet possessed the muscles of a young man and the frightening gaze of an elder.

The pale-eyed man wriggled his arms, yet only discovered that they were painfully tied together by rough , thick ropes that formed a burning rash on his flesh. Fear was etched into his boney cheeks and quivering lips, bringing a sweet, satisfied smile to the other's lips.

First they struggle. Arms frantically wiggled around, rocking the chair he was tied against dangerously close to falling into his side. Then they beg.. "Please d-don't do t-this! I'll...,D-Do anything for y-you!" Then they're broken. The man then broke into a frenzy of tears and screeching cries like some poor, traumatised child.

But the shades did not move, the creepy, unnerving smile did not fade...As though he actually enjoyed watching the misery if a human being. Instead of empty threats or a pitiful speech, he responded with,

"How does it feel, to know you are helpless, weak and pathetic before the superior race, to feel like the mouse before the cat?" There was a frightening silence that broke the silence between each sentence, "You feel fear before me, and you shall not be the first or last to do so. It is in your nature, like it is your nature to be murderers...." Now his lips displayed a frown, and he released a sad sigh, "It's like a sickness what you are, slowly corrupting this world with your...Filth. And me..." Startling white teeth blared before two terrified eyes, "I'm your cure Jeffrey, to cleanse the world."

Eyes blared wide open on Jeffery's petrified face, not only at the words, but at the silvery glint of steel that hovered under his nostrils, the gloved hand keeping his jaw locked so to prevent any frustrating cries and wiggling movements. The knife was 6 inches long, the blade smoothly curved for their efficient slicing action and it was oddly clean, a gleam of sparkling steel in the pale light of the hanging bulb overran, the only source in the darkened room.

"But before I cure you, I need your...help." The knife then swiftly moved to Jeffrey's eyes. __________________

All that echoed through the room was the screams of agony. Then blissful silence.

((A continuation of the playable http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"t=26126))

((Big credit to a Brian Ravenlock for a great session of roleplaying!))

A routine patrol if there ever was one for the Watch Captain, as he made a quick round of the Alleys and back ends here and there.

There was something...Strange about one of the certain alleys, a deathly silence that filled the damp atmosphere, even though it seemed unpopulated it should have been making a noise, either the rats or the wind but all there was, was...Silence. Then the words, "Stay still," and a flash of a camera, a blazing white screen enveloping one of the various maze-like alleys of the city.

A pause in step, and then a step back as a brow somewhat raised....A cant of head, as eyed of blue narrowed ever so, coupled with a prick of ear. A glance across the street a moment, told him something in turn. In the form of clothes on a line, drifting with the wind and yet.....(s) "No wind.."(s) "You two go ahead, I'll check this one....Head to the next block." The two other men took their leave, as Brian looked down the alley once more. Something else bothered him....Nearly every alley had someone, or thing and yet—- nothing here. Quiet steps took him into the alley itself and then—- A voice!" And a flash?" Brian Ravenlock: The light was blinding indeed, as a gloved hand lifted to cover his eyes but it was too late as Brian had been caught a bit off guard. "The hell"!"

"Good my child, now...Your medicine." A muffled gasp and the slicing sound of a body falling, only to land into the robed arms of the cloaked man, hidden partially in the shadows. The hood he bore managing to cover the pale flesh hidden underneath yet his shades...They glinted in the murky lamp-light of the alley like hot coals, and even though the eyes were nowehere to be seen you could swear they were glaring at Brian, a moment of silence and frozen stance the limp body in his arms, even gloves covered his skin, leaving nothing but a wispy, blackened figure, and the glimmer of glass before Brian. Then he stepped back, and let the shadows swallow him up, "Not yet..." The sound of footsteps began to carry in the air, rushing through the other side of the alley now.

His eyes returned enough to make something out, as he regained his footing. That voice....And what sounded like— he didn't know, and then— the eyes....That pair of eyes that looked— well, he felt almost as if they looked through him in a sense, and for that moment—- in that darkened alley all alone....Confined somehow— the walls....closing, and breathing was— sh*t it was those eyes! - Pricks were felt all over his body, as the hair somehow—— stood in such end, causing him to recoil ever so slightly. The voice....Those terms...(s)

"You're dead..." (ws) "We ended you....I snapped..." NO! He wouldn't do this, he couldn't! Something from within came to, and Brian recovered with steps foward, as his eyes of blue narrowed upon the shade. "What are yo——" And then it spoke...."Not yet?" Brian growled and pushed foward, with hand to his side arm, the images of what had been two years past and longer burning fresh, as the eldest Ravenlock grimaced in anger at the lack of reponse and more so will in regards to his body....No, not here and not now, damn it. This is what he had been here for....This is what had to give, and something—— "NO! Stop right there!" Breaking from the chains so to speak, Brian drew his weapon and bolted for whatever it was as he called out on the radio, M-100 in alley bravo 5, possible subject, tail end of the alley—— "Stop right there!" And then it was gone!" "What the ***** " Brian turned to see where it had gone too!

"Not yet..." A taunting echo bounced off the encroaching walls of the alley, the footsteps seemingly growing louder, the sharp sounds of boots crashing against slippery cobblestones. Then there it was again! Passing under another lamp's faint glow, the flowing tendrils of its robes flying back like a set of useless appendages, the pace of the man suprisingly fast despite the weight of the limp body bearing down on his shoulder.

Other end of the alley proper headed west bound! Cut that bastard off! Brian was off once more, as he vaulted a crate and something else— he had no idea, what the hell it was truth be told, and in all reality it didn't matter. Brian had the tunnel vision for the shade, and that was all the matter to the man, as he took another crate and then knocked someone clear off their feet in his pursuit!That voice again, driving him further as frustration began to set in somewhat more so with each step taken, and each other step lost. Out of the alley he came, and the back up hadn't arrived yet....A curse let loose, as he looked back and forth for some break— "Where in the f*ck did you— THERE!" The light gave the man what he needed as Brian took off once more, giving no mind to the slick cobblestone what so ever, or the fact that this shade— this thing, was so damned fast while carrying a bod—- "Oh shit....It's a —-" Then the radio crackled to life, It's the subject, carrying a body—— I don't know what the hell it is, south bound now! Southbound! Where the hell are you gu—- "Stop! Damn you, STOP!" And then Brian fired three rounds at the shade, as he cried out to a passer-by he knocked aside, "Get inside NOW!"

As the first bullet sliced the air beside his head, the shade's direction swiftly made a turn away, crashing through the an abandoned structure's door, likely an old warehouse or factory by the shipping gear and machinery lain around. The door easily buckled under the weight, dust flying up into the night sky as heavy boots tread quickly over the shattered door, and he hastily formed a bee-line for the stairwell, the chime of metal being stamped on ringing through the empty, degraded structure- "I'll never stop...You are but a child!"

Shots fired! Warehouse, east side of the street! Moving inside! Set a perimeter outside and NOTHING get out! The voice of the Captain left nothing to debate, as he heard the back up in the distance. His eyes narrowed as he fired another three rounds left to right through the door frame to make sure it was clear before he burst inside in pursuit. A piece of the door catching his foot as the Watch Captain fell roughly to the floor, crashing into the side of what might have been an engine block for all he knew. The sickening thud of flesh to solid steel following, coupled with a heaving indeed. The wind knocked from the man as he fought like a mad man to recover. Shifting to his feet and shaking the cobwebs and pain that racked his form, he moved to the stairwell in response to sounds....A loud curse let out, as he felt that ankle give way to his weight....A sprain. "Shit..." And then that voice again....(s) "A child....A child!" You son of a ***** I'll end this bef— damn you!" ——- That was it....It all began to come back....Other similar circumstances....Other players, and places....And this would be the same ex— "NO!" Steps were taken with no regard to the sharp pain that pulsed from his ankle, and leg as Brian took his way upward. His weapon aimed, as he made the second floor! "Renna! Jacyn!?" Why the he—- why those names!" "No, it is't them—- you're surrounded, come out NOW! Hands up, where I can see em, NOW!"

"Fine, hands up...." Then the body came. It crashed just before Brian, the neck twisted hideously back so that the head was almost facing the back of him, the flesh twisted and veins pulsing, eyes rolled back to reveal the starting white colour, "There are plenty more sinners...."The body was like the other victims, ragged, poor yet...Healthy looking. Except for the broken neck.....He wasn't on the second floor! Where was the shade now" Above" Below" Was he even there" "You're looking weak there, alone and frightened of course. Who knows who you're up against....Wait. I do." Then came the chuckle, thick and blood-curdling, like an old horn being blown once more and it just rang on and on, bouncing off every wall, every machinery and every item surrounding Brian, giving the impression that this...Thing. Was everywhere.

The body cause Brian to back up a step or three, as he took a quick glance to assure a threat status, and then he fired again. Four more rounds pierced the air, and then— "What!?" Brian aimed upwards, towards the voice! "Tell me about the sinners!" We all sin, right!" Tell me about the sinner!" A quick turn around, and to the side! "Where are you!?" Keep the perimeter! No one get's out! Hold the line! — "Weak...." Brian turned again, and then looked up and down...The clip was popped and another loaded, as he kept his vigil while taking the stairs once more, and then—- The horn....It struck him like a hammer, and then again and again....The weapon was dropped, as it clattered to the floor, yet he heard not a damned thing, courtesy of the attack. His hands gripped the railing, as he feel to a knee with a grunt. Again, and again he was struck, by the unseen force, that bounded throughout the warehouse! Then darkness—- something struck the back of his head, as he felt himself slip more so— fingers loosened, as cries for a response came over the radio with no response from the felled Ravenlock. Darkness creeped into the peripheral, as he said something that even he could not make out. Images flared back and forth, as he sank further within that blanket of night—

And then....Something caught the eldest Ravenlock...A light rune of blue—-of frost. The cold—- the frost, took him by that hand of his....Fingers extending more so, as the man continued to feel himself slip....(s) "You—-'re not Jacyn..." A hand stretched and caught that railing, as he pulled with all he had left within. The darkness of his eyes gave way to such a bright glow of frost, as he cried out sending a blast of frost laced with what seemed to be blood in all directions, again and again, as he—— wait! Then the door burst open, with a flash grenade as Watchmen and women stormed the building sending light in all directions..

Brian in turn lost all consciousness, and feel down the remainder of the steps to the floor in a crumpled heap, "I got the Captain!" cried a Watchman, as others moved in further. "Search the building, two by two now!" "His hand!" What happened in here....Secure him, and get him out. Hold the area! Get me medical, where's Serah!" She's gone!?" "The seventh sinner...." his shades gleamed with a malevolent glee as he watched the madness from overhead, the flash of teeth were exposed from beneath his pale visage, and he whispered his final word, "Violence." The tendrils of shadows licked at the air around him, lashing out like crazed serpents as his form slipped out of a previously-shattered window, not even the broken glass cracking as he navigated past them. His shades once more glanced back, and he couldn't hold back the torrent of silent chuckle to himself, a gloved hand reaching out to scratch at the shadows beneath the hood. This one is....Unique. The sinner we have needed, but not yet....No.Not yet....

The scene played out, as the building was soon secured. Medics arrived to tend to Brian and others who had been injured during the incident. Crime scene followed, and examiners as well. Orchestrated chaos indeed.