"Alright, alright, I give. But if she's roasted alive, or grows an extra limb, I'm blaming you."
The group made their way foward, looking around. The media crews stood in the background, dumbfounded that a group of people would move so close.
"Samuel, could you do something about these guys? I don't want to be in the 9pm news. Again, again. Wait, were we on the news three or two times? Wait, it might have been four. Or even five. I wonder how many Google searches our names would bring up."
Not sure if I brought this up yet (of course I did!) but we have a new RP! Rejoice!
Sander's jubilant attitude was infectious, and Samil couldn't help a smile from crossing his face when he noticed the blood already spreading across the doorway.
He only just stopped himself from running in and starting the purge of the building. Reminding himself to take time to enjoy this occasion, he walked in behind the russian and Sander. As he passed a room, he heard wimpering from behind the door. Smiling even wider, he crushed the door into a splinter sized piece of wood and walked in.
Noticing a glint of metal to his left, he immediately put up a barrier. This proved to be a wise move, as the glint turned out to be a revolver, which fired three rounds right at Samil. While the rounds flew off into the walls around him, Samil pulled the revolver towards him with enough force to set the gun off again and bring the holder's trigger finger with it.
He then compressed the weapon into a nearly flat sheet, and threw it into the wall.
With the weapon dealt with, Samil turned his focus back to the person in the corner. Much to his delight, there were actually two people, a man and a woman, huddled in what they had thought to be safety.
His eyes lit up as he grabbed both of them, levitating them towards him. The man, missing his finger, started to scream in pain as the shock wore off.
"Oh, shut up. In fact, neither of you gets to speak," Samil said.
Focusing a little more, he carefully crushed their voiceboxes into dust, rendering them mute.
That complete, he led them into the hall again, towards the main entry, where he had seen a flight of stairs. Eying them for a minute, he planned out the next move. When he was satisfied with the layout, he brought the man up to the top banister of the stairs, and held him at the horizontal rail. The man's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was flapping as he tried to speak. After a few seconds, Samil forced the man's arms back far enough to make his shoulders break, and then bend the elbows backwards past 90 degrees. This rapid succession of pain made the man's eyes bulge, and Samil could hear air rushing out of his mouth enough to make a wheezing noise.
Unfortunately for the man, his torture was not quite over, as Samil continued his plan. He forced the man's arms up and over the rail, and then forcefully tied them together in a human knot. With each movement he forced, Samil broke bones all up and down the man's arms. When the knot was complete, the man simply hung from the railing, in absolute misery.
Returning his gaze to the woman, he smiled even wider. She could guess what was coming, and vigorously shook her head and strained to get free of the invisible force holding her, but was completely helpless to prevent what was going to happen. Positioning her next to the man, he repeated the arm-knot, reveling in the chorus of cracks that resulted.
His first step of decoration completed, Samil stepped back and admired his work. Sighing, he focused again, and his eyes glowed bright once more. As the two decorations hung, their abdomens suddenly split open, and their intestines were pulled out. As a last step, Samil wrapped the pair in their entrails, before tying them up again.
Satisfied, he took a moment to look at his handiwork, watching the two barely conscious people as they panted and squirmed while hanging from their own bodies.
Nodding to himself, he decided to find the Russian and see what he though was going to happen next.
If this is too much, let me know and I'll edit it.
Samil running off was what Sander noticed immediately before entering the house. After him went the youngest of them, Rufus, passing through a wall, and disappearing.
After a short while, Sander noticed someone approaching. There had been some noises of struggle, but Sander was cautious until the end. Noticing two people coming, he almost started to take action, until he noticed that they were floating.
"..Samil?" he asked.
"Ah, yes," he continued as soon as the man came into view. "Having some fun, I see?"
After getting a devilish smile and the quick flash of Samil's gaze, he sat in the chair that was right behind him.
"Well, Samil my boy, show us how they do it," he said, grinning widely.
Quietly observing the gruesome deeds at first, he jumped from his chair before-hand to follow him and slowly started laughing maniacally, clapping his hands. As Samil tied the man's hands around the rail, Sander screamed out: "I bet his bones are like a bowl of porridge!"
As soon as Samil was seemingly done, and pulled out the intestines of the two people, did Sander's face frown. His laugh now gone, his hands clutching the handrests of the big, comfy, soft chair, and his body tense all around.
"Samil?" Sander asked as he almost started moving somewhere.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I get rid of all this? If we really settle here, I don't think those decorations are particularly morale-boosting and practical, especially to Rufus," he said, any visible traces of the blood on the doorway he had created now gone.
Sarah had been silent for most of the trip. She knew that going to the sight would most likely toss them back into the life they once led.
Running, killing, and saving the world. That's what we're gonna have to do all over again, I just know it. Oh well, I led a normal life for a little while. And I haven't used my white flames in ages.. Crap.. I'm actually happy that I might use my white fire again. Sparrow has had such a bad influence on me.
Rosa, concentrating so hard on making sure she didn't fry, accidentally tapped into everyone around her, hearing random thoughts and opinions all mashed together. Then, a distinctive voice poked through. Rosa gave a quick breath, almost as if to gasp, then turned her eyes to Sarah's spot, making sure she couldn't see the reaction Rosa had made. She muttered under her breath.
Samil bowed in recognizance of Sander's praise.
"Glad you're of a like mind"
He hadn't noticed the effect of blood on Rufus, so when Sander mentioned the young man, he was caught off guard.
"I suppose not...I've had my fun with them. And I'm wondering if that Russian actually has a plan. Did you see where he went?"
"Hmm," Sander said, raising his lower lip and looking at the point between the wall and the ceiling.
"I think he went upstairs," he said, the bodies quickly flying outside, and rising quickly towards the horizon as soon as they passed through the door.
"Well, that takes care of that. Hey, go see if," he said, making various noises while thinking of the guy's name. He finally settled on the first russian name that came to his mind. "...Nikolai has a plan. I'll go see where Rufus is, and what he's doing."
Nikolai had already set himself up in the meeting room. It was a rather large room. There was the usual set up - a meeting table, three laptops and a desktop computer, a slide apparatus and four chairs. In addition, there were a few televisions behind a small bar, which displayed channels like the BBC and CNN. There was also a small room to the side, which the Russian had already made sterile.
Everything else, as well as some of the staff, was nothing but pile of ashes. The police may turn up, eventually. But with his ability to disguise and support from the others, he could direct them somewhere else. They'd just need to wipe off the blood.
He was standing in front of the large windows of the room, formulating a plan. He had hung up some maps of the surrounding area, the USA and even the whole world. They would need those in the coming days.
"...nuclear strike on the city of New York, no comment from Moscow..."
"...weird side effect of the blast causing..."
"...city of New York hit by nuclear missile, no word from other world powers yet..."
The Russian shut off the televisions with a remote control, having already gathered the intelligence necessary to complete his plan. He waited for his team-mates, knowing that they would eventually come to find him, trying to simplify the plan so that he'd be able to explain it to everyone.
Samil walked towards the sounds of television, and found the Russian just in time for Nikolai to turn off the sets.
"Nice setup."
He took a seat at the farthest corner of the room.
"So. You have a plan, or are we just going to go around killing at random?"
"So, do we have anything resembling a plan? Or are we litterally about to walk into a nuke-zone in our slacks? Because, I'd rather not walk in there in this t-shirt. I really, really like the t-shirt y'know. Oh, yeah. And all you guys would die, too. And so would I! Fun!"
Sparrow was near the verge of putting on his serious face. He never put on his serious face, unless he was serious. Sparrow was never serious. Ever.
"No, no. I have a plan. A few, in fact. Once you all gather here, I'll tell you all about it." He paced nervously, before continuing. "Take something from the bar, if you want. Then, have a seat. This may take a little while."
He was scheming, serious as always, working out the details for many plans at the same time. This wouldn't be a walk in the park for the cake, or whatever it is that those Americans say.
"Well.. we've never really been to a nuke-zone before. We've been test subjects, given abilities, hunted down, almost killed, hunted down again, I almost burned us all alive.." Sarah started to list off the dangerous things the group had done, using her fingers to keep count.
After she lost count she turned to Sparrow and shrugged. "Yeah, I got nothin'."
"Sparrow, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but plans were never really our thing. Name one time I was with you where we actually had a true plan that wasn't thought up last minute?"
Walking on the warm-colored orange laminate floor and between the white, smooth walls of the house, Sander felt at home. The orange-colored glass covers on the lamp were on both of the walls in a row, with some distance between them.
Walking through, it felt like Christmas Eve. The house wasn't furnace-heated, but it felt like behind ever corner there would be.
Letting himself float, he went slowly, enjoying the milieu. Listening to any sounds that would come. But there was none, except for friction the air caused. Finally, he heard a faint sounds. It sounded like a step. Reaching a door, he looked in, and saw a man just run under his table to hide.
"Hmph," he said, bending the right corner of his mouth by just a little, and already floating past. The room now being inhabitated by a corpse, laying on the ground motionless, the neck pressured to almost nothing, as the head rolled off towards the farer end of the room.
Next he heard some noise, but couldn't identify it. It seemed like a something softly touching one of their body parts with the other, and he smiled when he reached the next door, only to find Rufus sitting there, his eyes closed, and his right leg crossed over his left.
"Hey, Rufus?" Sander asked quietly and slowly, to avoid startling him.
"Mmm, yes?"
"Hey, let's go. Samil and that russian guy," he said, leaving a small pause and looking around a bit, "...Nikolai. Yeah, they're both upstairs. I think they have a plan, or something," Sander said disinterestedly, already moving back towards where he came from, hearing faint stepping noises behind him.
Rufus opened his eyes as Sander turned to leave the room. He could smell the scent of freshly spilled blood coming off of Sander, and let out a silent sigh before following him out of the room, his footsteps quiet, as if trying not to offend the place where innocents had recently died. He was glad none of his companions were mind readers, or at least showed no sign of being so.
Why is it happening this way... our duty is to raise humanity from the shackles of normalcy... so why do so many die when we should be helping them? Rufus started at the thought, and looked up, but Sander was still floating ahead of him, near the top of the stairs now. We need to do this differently...
They reached a door, which Sander opened, and they walked into the room where Samil and Nikolai were waiting. Rufus turned, and closed the door behind them.
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