Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a figure zipped at Hikaru's doppelganger, too fast to make out the details of the figure. In fact, in the time it would take a normal person to notice the figure, it attempted some melee attack at the twins head as it came within distance. It would have added even more mystery and excitement to the scene if this wasn't obviously Mikkish, swinging a straight curl up bar in attempt to bring down his fellow pyromancer. "Bloody god." Will said, in response to this ghost twin of Hikaru, its power, and also Mikkish trying to kill it with a simple makeshift weapon "If this guy thought a speeding car was talking shit,he would probably run in front of it and try to fuck it up, wouldn he?" He commented to everyone who was just watching "Bob!" Will called, looking for his body guard/errand boy "Bob?" He asked, unable to spot him. Meanwhile, Bob was hiding beneath an old, beat up car, which had been parked in the same spot since Will came to the island, and nobody had even tried to get in let alone drive it.
Jinx concentrated on the new girl with a pointed stare. She prodded at the girl's being, her anger and will trying to ignite some sort of understanding of the "individual" in front of her. Jinx spoke softly towards the girl, "Prime one? How can you feel without a soul? What are you?" The anger at the attack on her friends was giving her adrenaline boost and made her use more of her magic then usual. The rain as well could be also manipulating her magical essence. Before Jinx could say anything more something extremely fast brushed past her, aiming to hit Hikaru's twin. She jumped out of the way, wondering if perhaps the hit would work against the new enemy. She highly doubt the woman was severely weakened by Jinx's previous attack. In fact she wasn't even sure if the thing could feel pain.
The figure unstable as it was received the full impact, yet for her it didn't seem to have any importance more than the disturbance she felt within her existence. "GUUHAAAHhaahhh" moaned uncomprehensible words and then once again it bursted and reformed, this time above the party, however it did not attack, instead she lamented again. "Why hath thou betrayed me...." and then it vanished again abandoning the scene. The heavy rain fell over the tired bodies, Hikaru mumble to herself. "Who the hell was that?..... why did she looked like me?....."
I sighed heavily in relief upon seeing the other 'Hikaru' vanish and not seem to come back. That girl was really making me worried there that she would just kill each one of us. I turn my attention to Hikaru who strangely seemed as befuddled as everyone else. But that girl has everything to do with her on how she looked and how she talked straight to Hikaru most of the time. "....Weird. I would think that you would know the best out of all of us Hikaru. I guess the only one who truly knows the situation was that look-alike of yours.......Thinking about it we can tell she has a pretty nasty grudge against you. I don't know if you're hiding anything or that person was just insane but she thinks she made a promise with you that by how it sounds was her freedom in exchange for your life.....What a crappy exchange is all I can say."
Martyn watched the fight quietly and looked down quietly worried. "That's n-not good at all." Martyn says worried looking down quietly. "... I mean could be any one of us that has another evil twin if it was able to be created.' He muttered scared.
White solid eyes changed to blue when Jinx spoke after Martyn,"That wasn't a twin. In fact I am not even quite sure that thing had a soul." She dropped the bar, shaking black soaked tendrils out of her face before glancing at Hikaru,"I don't know what she was, but obviously we were collateral damage when she was trying to attack you. Like Rue said, obviously something was sacrificed to bring her here and she is quite possibly a part of you." She sighed, turning to look down the silent street,"I say we split up in pairs of two and start searching for some answers. We will cover more ground if we each look around the different area's of the city. We plan a meeting place and find each other at dawn. Finding somewhere to stay is also a fundamental need so, perhaps if you find some shelter that will also be beneficial." Jinx leaned down and picked up the bar and rested it on one of her shoulders,"I will head off near the west side of town, it's where the oldest buildings are and most likely the oldest members of the undead community reside. Whoever wishes to partner up, may come with me."
But just as Jinx was about to head off to west side, a sudden, extreme urge hit her to head in a completely different direction. Not just her, actually, but everyone at the scene. Mikkish, Will, Bob, Martyn, Rue, Tam, Jinx, Hikaru, and even Rose felt the irresistible urge to head to clearing in the nearby forest. None of them had been to this area, and it was quite obscure through the thick woods, but they were all somehow, suddenly familiar with the place, as if they had each had some fond memory of it. Even being away from the group, Leon, too, felt it. The urge was like a great urgency. It was as if something terrible would happen if they didn't show up at this place immediately. Mikkish, not having time to brag about having beaten the doppelganger, immediately began sprinting on the very path his sudden instincts were taking him. He sped down the road ahead of him, took a left at the old cinema, and continued through the ghetto. The entire time, his veins burned with jealousy and possessiveness. Much like the feelings he had when the book was in his possession. Bob then followed without question or comment. His eyes widened with shock and he ran in the exact same path as Mikkish. In his whole time as a police officer there on that island, he hadn't felt anxiety and the need to get somewhere this strong. It was like the day his younger brother was stuck in a bank during an armed robbery times TEN. Last, of course, was Will. For some reason, as he sprinted at the exact same path, stepping in same spots as Mikkish and Bob as he did so, he thought back to his days selling drugs to keep his mother alive. It seemed to be hitting Will worst of all, as a couple tears escaped his eyes as he ran. And of sure enough, everyone eventually came to a clearing. The very one in their heads where they had never been yet was so familiar to each of them they all knew how to get to it form wherever they were.
Jinx stopped, her body feeling restrained by her conscious as she watched Mikkish and the two other men dart towards the clearing. She tried to remember what she was doing when suddenly the urge was to strong and she rushed after the men, her hair whipping through the rain, as she tried to keep up speed. She swerved, rage and pain slipping through her as the urge to conquer filled her body. She remembered, when she was eleven and woke up to a man with brutal translucent scabs screaming at her. How he was going to kill everyone she loved and hurt every friend she makes, because he was a bloody god. She remembered the rage she felt when he tossed her mother across the room, and the way her father was unable to stop him. She remembered the deep incessant urge to kill this man for hurting her. To stop him. She felt this urge now. The urge to take down evil in all it's vile forms. the urge to protect and save. When she felt the air beginning to burn in her lungs, the edge of the clearing came to her view. With a few more steps she came to stand beside Mikkish, her anger apparent in her bruised and swollen eyes.
Martyn felt confused by this undying urge to go to this forest place he vaguely even remembers but seeing everyone there rushing towards it he felt an urge to follow them to protect them like they need to be it was much more than just average overprotectiveness he had to go there to protect someone and everyone that is going there. "... This... I need to make sure everyone is ok..." he says quickly chasing after them quickly. "i-I just don't know why... but that forest is so familiar to me..." He muttered scared. "I don't even recognise it... but it's there in my memories... and I need to get there!... my friends I need to protect them"
The sudden urge to the clearing shocked me. I immediately dashed along with the other towards the clearing. My mind became fogged with only that as my current goal. I don't know why but it brought on memories of when I had gotten my knife. I had decided to go out on my own and some jerk who smelled of alcohol had attacked me out of anger. A little girl not much of a threat bumped into him. I went against him and fought as hard as I could at the time. I kicked, hit, and even bit the guy to get away from him. In the fuss of the situation I managed to get a the knife from his hand that he had flashed to scare me. I kept it in secret as a trophy of how I managed to use my own strength to get out of a situation and stop hiding under the abilities of others. Like hell I was going to lose. I found it hard running all the way from the gym and ended up nearly collapsing from exhaustion when I finally managed to get to the clearing. But I felt a lot better getting there myself.
Roy Hendrix was sleeping in a hospital room, bandages wrapped around his upper abs and ribs while he slept. By the time the storm hit, Roy was already knocked out cold. The medication they provided to null pain also helped sleep, something Roy Hendrix had a notorious problem with. ----- Tobi was standing outside the hospital when the storm ensued. Pulling his hood up over his head, he curses the rain which now pours around him. Eyes flick up to see something far in the distance, buildings on fire? Before Tobi started heading towards the which Hikaru's 'twin' fought everyone else, the scene was over and a sudden urge overthrew himself. Neck turning at almost breaking speeds, he focuses on a new path, why is it so enticing? The idea of following this path till its end, calls every inch of Tobi's being. The same feeling Tobi got when life was endangered or 'thrill seeking', an unquenchable thirst which would probably mean the death of him if fulfilled..... Sprinting swiftly, as quickly as his legs could carry, Tobi travels towards the clearing in the forest. Out of the clearings he went through to find Roy, Tobi never crossed this one, which he found eerie..... But why did he come here? Stopping beside two trees, not yet entering the clearing, Tobi sees several others who had gotten the same premonition. Tobi had hoped, since he was standing inside the forest still, no one would notice him inside the clearing.... Yet this didn't prevent anyone walking up behind him, from seeing him.
Leon was a few blocks away from the gym when suddenly anxiety took hold of him. He began to walk into the forest, he instinctively knew where he had to go, though he would never have stepped into the forest unless he had to. Somewhere under the anxiety he felt confused as to how he knew where to go. He hadn't felt this anxious since the day he had almost taken the blame for something that he made someone else do. The bastard had tried to make it look like he had done it, the thing in question was stealing one of their teacher's wedding rings, she always took it off whenever she demonstrated a recipe for the class. When he looked in his bag he saw the ring and barely had time to hide it before the cops searched him. By the end of the week the student he had used and tried to pin the blame on him was in prison and had been expelled from school... they had found some rather threatening notes in his bag meant for other teachers, things about murder and torching their homes, the ring, of course, and several answer sheets, no wonder he had been a straight A honor roll student... He soon fell into step with the others after making a mad dash toward the forest. He soon reached the clearing with everyone else. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was in the forest, it was more difficult to pinpoint the exact area where the magic was being drawn to... but then anxiety overtook me and I began to head toward a clearing, arriving a little after everyone else. I hadn't felt such anxiety since the time my mom was deathly ill and I was certain that she was going to die, I didn't sleep at all until she began to improve, I'd just stay by her bed getting whatever she needed and prayed every hour for her to get better.
A shock traveled through Hikaru's mind, Hikaru's very will. Her mind traveled back to the past, the figure of her mother and sister poured in her mind, the figure of several dear ones, a very blurry image of chaos, uncomprehensible chaos then...... EMPTY. There was nothing there, it was as if the screen had suddenly been filled with static and jumped to another scene. There was a big tree, the girl above one of the strong branches and looking to the ground that suddenly became gray... EMPTY more static, a memory that doesn't exist. EMPTY Is not a forgotten event, memories had been completely removed and does not exist within the mind of Hikaru. EMPTY Is she truly called Hikaru? The only memory of that name is her mother calling the two girls with two names, but does Hikaru actually belong to her? EMPTY She had knowledge of magic, japanse and celtic rites and the usage of talisman. Why did she learned that? EMPTY She knew her way about fighting, having good accuracy was her strong point, with any throwable item, any gun or bow. When did she learned that? EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY. Nothing existed at all, her memory just jumped through several channels filled with pure static. And then a recent one... Fire, all around her was in fire, she could hear the screams of people but she didn't care, all that had importance now was the fire. "Why hath thou betrayed me?.... Why hath thou denied me the bliss of freedoom?" And after those last words her mind screamed, the girl fell to the ground. She felt an intense pain and hung her head trying to calm it down. It just lasted seconds but it seemed to be hours. After that, the girl slowly stood up and looked at the group. "Why are they heading into the forest?" mumbled. Without really thinking more on it, she followed them.
Return of The King As promised by their strange, unnatural memory, Mikkish and company reached their destination where a large clearing lay before them in the forest. The ominous rain poured and pounded even harder, and already the ground was wet and muddy. Whatever magic had conjured this storm and encouraged their journey here was a living thing, with a mind of its own, and its intentions were not benevolent, contrasting to the heavy intensity filling the air was the cheerful voice of none other than David. The blue haired boy sat Indian style at the bottom of the clearing. A dopey grin was plastered on his face as it normally had been but the source of the magical pulses lay within in his hand, the massive tremors still shaking the ground. David’s eyes glued to the book tightly secured in his fingers, not just any book but THAT book. Sumerian text. Mikkish's eyes narrowed. "David what the hell are you doing?" "Oh I'm being evil at the moment." David said simply looking up the group with wide eyes. Mikkish stared at David for a moment, feeling dumb to have ran all the way out here. He then took a glance at what David was holding, though, and immediately saw that it was not just any book, but hisbook. "Aw fuck! Seriously?" Mikkish jogged up to David, splashing mud as he traveled through the wet forest ground. "I have no clue what you're doing here, but I kinda need that back, so..." And with that, Mikkish shot out his hand and grabbed the book David was holding, and attempted to pull it away. He didn't even think for a second why or how it might have survived what happened to the dorms, he only cared about getting it back. “Oh Mikkish.” David let out scoff, the book not budging from his hand. “You really need to learn to say please.” And before Mikkish could reply or continue trying to tear the book away from David, the boy’s finger flicked Mikkish in the nose.The sound of thunder and a surge of electricity followed and Mikkish was flung backwards, his body rocketed into the forest at tremendous speed. "Oh Heathcliff." David said his voice mimicking a British accent. “Yo.” A lazy voice replied. A man with a thick mustache and two revolvers holstered on his belt. “Hi kids.” He waved at them as he kicked off the branch and landed in front of them. "Heathcliff." David said again his face still buried in the book. "Be quite the dear and entertain our guests while I finish being deliciously evil." Heathcliff's hand moved to the gun on his right holster. "This is gonna cost extra." "Very well." David replied. "If you can protect me properly or even kill one of them then you will get a healthy bonus my dear boy." The assassin cracked his neck from left to right and a confident smile appeared on his face. “Alright.” He removed his weapon but oddly enough did not aim it instead ....let his limp arm down, the pistol resting in his hand. "I guess I better make up for what didn't get done when I blew up the school, right?" He asked. "You kids ready to do this?"
I couldn't help but let out a gasp as I saw David in the clearing... with that book. I knew that it was the book, the one that Mikkish was so protective over. I could tell by his reaction. Before he had even said anything, I realized it, the truth behind the bombing. "You had him blow up the dorms... for a book... all those lives... you did it to cover up your tracks, so then no one would be looking for it, so then you could prepare for all of this, without having to worry..." I said, I was shaking with anger... I was surrounded by a white aura "David Sinclair, Heathcliff, both of you shall answer for your sins!" I said, I didn't have my bow and I didn't fight much... but I'd give it my all, even if it cost me my life, I would stop David before his plan came to fruition, I would make them both answer for what they've done. "So, the retard did this?" Leon asked smirking, he cracked his knuckles. "He was nothing but trouble since day one. Let's take him down, I've been wanting to do this for a long time!" He said grinning, drawing his katana. "Oi, you're clearly outnumbered I'd get out of the way, I have no qualms about killing you, but I'd rather not tire myself out before I put that retard out of his misery, even if you take some of us down, there's no way you're leaving here alive, think carefully now." He said smirking.
Hikaru followed the group, unlike them the spell didn't made effect on her and thus she headed into the forest by her own will. Thus she hide herself before the group reached David and his partner, at a fair distance to not be noticed yet enough to hear the conversation. "Well... this was unexpected. Just like Scary Movie" thought the girl
Jinx moved the second Mikkish was flown back, her hands grazing the dirt, as her eyes turned a deep shade of blue. She held her hand in a tight fist as one of the five undead warriors jumped from a past tree and took the impact of Mikkish's body, setting him down easily. She listened quietly to Leon and then Hikaru, before standing up to full height a dark aura beginning to seep from her fingertips, deep Russian rolling through her teeth as her eyes locked onto the assassin,"Vy sobirayetes' sozhalet' kazhduyu dushu vy vzyali , kogda ya sdelal s vami. Umer ne zabyt', i dushi okruzhayut vas , kak mukhi . YA vizhu tebya ! Idi ko mne!" A thick wind blew from beind the assassin and Jinx curled her fingers in, as four bodies dug themselves out of the ground, moving to a four point star around her, the fifth spot being taken by the large zombie who caught Mikkish. She glared at the assassin her eyes, fading to black as she focused on the bodies around her,"Everyone focus on David. The assassin's mine." She pushed up the top of her skimpy dress, before raising a few fingers, "Let's play fucker, before I add that body of yours to my collection." She dug her heels in, a smirk growing on her bruised lips.
I look over David in a bit of shock and mostly confusion over the situation before me. Half of me was telling me that David was just fucking around as always but honestly now I see if he is, it wasn't in the happy-go-lucky playful attempts he usually did. I can't help but frown seeing Heathcliffe step out into view. This guy was armed and ready to fight now. And here I was standing along in this remote clearing stuck with a couple others who all (except for Leon) were defenseless and novices in magic......Yep we are so screwed. But then again whatever David was doing would screw us all anyway if something wasn't done about it I'm sure. I glance towards Jinx as she boldly claims she would take on the armed man herself probably with her mini zombie army. "We're supposed to go after David? David? I mean really!? How the fuck are we supposed to stop someone ten times stronger than us plus his new friend? No offense Jinx but I doubt you could take him on with you and your....comrades? Alone."
Before he even realized what was happening, Mikkish flew backwards and through a few tree branches before finally hitting Jinx' summoned zombie. Mikkish was okay despite hitting so many branches. His friends back at the foster home always did tell him he had a rock hard skull. Cuts and bruises covered his body. His clothes were torn in several places and he now had blood coming from his head. Yet he ignored any pain thanks to a mix of adrenaline and his rage at having his book stolen. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to pound David to a bloody pulp for what he had just done. But there was a slight problem: David wasn't the only problem. It seemed like this man with the revolvers and the porn stache was also the man responsible for his home being blown up and for him losing the book in the first place. Damnit, David, you just had to go and mess with Mikkish' stuff like the curious, immature dumbass you are. But this 1970s porn star/annoying assassin was the only real reason David was able to grab it in the first place. Rising up from the muddy ground, wet and covered in filth, Mikkish picked himself up and glared furiously at the assassin. He was so focused on how he was going to turn the bastards entire head into hamburger meat, he didn't even notice Jinx calling dibs on killing him. Not that it would have mattered anyway. To add even more insult, despite being bruised, muddy, and up to his ankles in dirty and likely disease infested water, Mikkish zipped right past Jinx on his way to punch out the assassin, his strength buffed to a level Mikkish had never attempted before.
Heathcliff “Bullet.” Heathcliff sighed. “Kill.” The words he spoke were laced with raw power. The revolver which was pointed at the ground went off. All six shots. A surge of kinetic went through the solid ground and wind blew in the opposite direction. The closing in Mikkish was the first to feel the effects, the fist which had been heading for Heathcliff's face exploded into a bloody mess. Leaving a nice sized hole in the boy’s hand, the bullet that had gone through his palm continued sailing skyward electricity sparking out the back of it. Not that anyone besides Heatcliff had much time to pay attention to it as he casually whistled at the sky, like calling back a lost puppy. "Bullets." He spoke again. "Play." The other five bullets were already heading towards their targets. Each of them abnormally sparking and moving to fast to be seen as they whizzed and raced around Joe, Jinx, Martyn, Tam, Joe and Rue, the sixth bullet had already made a curve in the air and was coming back for Mikkish's skull. Heatcliff removed his other revolver and repeated what he had before and sure enough the same effect happened. Another six bullets were released into the air Zipping around like they had a life of their, flying teasingly passed Rue's head or carefully cutting Joe's cheek and in general just flying through the zombies.......over and over and over and over and over and over.... All of them moving at incredible speeds. "I considered this the best option for facing multiple foes." He said with a smirk. "Who will they pick to kill first do you think?"
Jinx watched the bullets with her eyes, not showing any inch of fear. Her zombies were a bunch of collected body parts, the souls untouched by human interaction. She remained calm, as the black in her eyes dripped down into her cheeks to show to stark runes. Angry souls surrounded the group, deadly eyes focused on the assassin. A young woman stood directly in front of him, "HE DESERVES TO DIE..FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME!" "NO! I DESERVE TO KILL HIM!" "LET ME AT HIM! LET ME AT HIM!!!!" Shouts filled the area, and Jinx tried to remain emotionless, not wanting to let Heathcliff know that a shitstorm was coming his way. She would sacrifice her strength, but at least she could get some footing in this fight. She clenched her fists, letting forth a wave of her life force, the spirits hooting in glee as they felt some bonds to life. Suddenly a rock smashed into the side of Heathcliff's face, then another, and another. Rocks and twigs and boulders began moving towards the man at high speed, howls of rage and anger. Then scratches and bruises began to appear on his skin. A riot of ghosts tried to unleash there fury on the man who had taken their lives. Jinx grew more pale as this went on but otherwise she never moved, her and five pairs of eyes trying to lock onto the bullets speed.
I looked around... I knew I should be scared... that I should run, or hide, or do something... but... I was strangely calm. I raised my hand to my cheek and looked down at the red smear on my fingers. "...Do you think that I'm afraid of you?" I asked quietly, I looked at the assassin and tilted my head. "To kill without a second thought, to be able to make a career out of it, to be able to live with yourself... I feel sorry for you, your life must truly be empty... I'll make you pay for your sins and put the souls of your victims to rest, if this costs me my life, so be it." I said, my aura had swelled, I was prepared to give my life to save them. I was about to take a step forward when a voice cut cut in beside me. "Oh shut your trap already." Leon snapped, he began to focus, he hadn't used his magic all that much, but he had to try this, he couldn't care less whether this bastard lived or died, but these things seemed sentient... so they must also protect this dumbass. He raised his arm into the air, wincing as he felt a bullet graze it. He concentrated and slowly but surely a jet black beam of energy appeared above his hand and he signaled for it to charge forward at the assassin. It seemed to have a pointed end... but when it reached the man... it flowed through him harmlessly, seeming to lose power at the very last second and gain it once more, smashing into a tree behind him.
"Ugh!" Mikkish' right arm, which he always preferred to punch with, swung upwards on its own as he stopped mid dash, almost falling backwards back into the mud. One of these living bullets Heathcliff fired pierced through Mikkish' hand, leaving a gaping wound. The pain had not yet set in, but it would soon, and it wouldn't feel too good. It was some kind of...bullet magic? Yes, bullet magic. This was the magic that was just about to end his life, as the sixth bullet the assassin fired off sped for Mikkish' head. But it just so happened that Bob, who had just caught up with everyone else at the scene, slid on the mud, crashing into Mikkish, so the bullet missed Mikkish' head and instead, pierced through Bob's shoulder. Bob immediately collapsed with a yell. "You bastard!" Will yelled, upon seeing Bob get hit, and attempted to rush forward at Heathcliff from behind, but two of the wild bullets scratched his cheek and his arm, and he realized quickly these bullets wouldn't let any of them hurt him, and likely were protecting David as well. Mikkish raised his injured hand, which now stung immensely, but he didn't moan or complain. With his little knowledge of healing magic, Mikkish managed to repair his bleeding veins and close the skin, but the bones remained shattered, and he remained in great pain. He couldn't use his right hand much at all. But Mikkish did have other ways to fight this guy. He had managed to control his pyrokinesis once before, and was confident he could do it again. Mikkish focused all his fury, as well as his agony, at Heathcliff, waiting for the flames to ignite. No flames ignited, but Heathcliffs hair became very hot, and his hair began to smoke.
I couldn't help but jump in surprise from the magical bullet that barely rushes past my head. Yep.....this just got worse. I look around nervously trying to gauge the situation. Jinx was about to unleash some whoop ass. Joe.....I don't even know. Leon was trying to help for once. I had to think my magic didn't seem like it would be of much use right now. And I'd go up to fight Heathcliffe hand to hand if it weren't for the flying bullets from hell going every which way. I'd get shot the moment I'd try.....Only thing I can do I guess is put up a defense. I'll try and keep an eye on the bullet's movements if possible so not to get hurt. Running away would probably only make me a target.
Heathcliff let out a curse as he patted his smoking head and skipped backwards attempting to free himself from the spirits. It did not they continued their tearing and biting of him but Heathcliff’s quick thinking did manage to save him from being crushed by a tree. The assassin let out two quick whistles and two of the bullets teasing Rue and Joe zoomed passed them for Jinx and Mikkish. Jinx’s shoulder jerked back at the impact of being penetrated with such force and the other sailed towards Mikkish's eye. Heathcliff cursed. "Damn." He sighed. "Can't focus enough to get a head shot." He muttered under his breath.
