Fantasy Innocent Criminals

[Mot]

He rubbed his eyes and with the side of his balled fist. " I cant hold it in anymore.. im tired of being alone..Even if i was captured right here i'd still be happy knowing i was able to conversate with someome for once. " He nodded to her and once they finished hugging he continued walking ."Lets hurry up them. We can talk there " and as he said that he could see the building from the distance with the open sign on the outside. "IT looked like a regular house but it had more rooms to reside in.

 

[Anarchy Up]

She quickly walked in and walked straight to the reception. She was excited, excited to see what power this man had, and to see if she could show hers.
"Can we have two single rooms please?" Esmmee was tapping her hands on the counter impatiently.
"Sorry honey. We only have one"
Esmmee rolled her eyes. Of course.
"We'll take it." She held out her hand for the key.
"I need your names, address and money first!"
Great. More wasted time.
"I'm Amy Landell and this is Arthur McCullan. We live at 24 archer road, and Arthur has the money. Is that it or can we please give you money to keep your business running and enjoy a nights sleep?" Esmmee stared at the woman behind the counter.

 

[Mot]

Mors opened his wallet and place a couple of hundred on the counter. "That should be enough." He said and after he turned away and walked up to the room where he waited for her, But he looked around the room first checking for cameras or anything because him being an undertaker he knows himself that there are decoy hotels meant for catching escapees. "The room is clear.." He said as he then sat down and sighed in relief. " It feels good to rest on a bed."

 

[Anarchy Up]

She sighed as she sat on the floor, stretching out her arms and legs. "Agreed! I feel a lot more energized now, so I'm happy" she chuckled before sitting on the edge of the bed. "So..Arthur... You're... An abnormal? What kind? What..what can you do?" She asked intreged, twiddling her thumbs. She had never met an escapee except from her mother. This was a huge step for her, but she knew this male could just be lying.

 

[Mot]

"I used to be able to control flames, Used too.. Dont call me crazy but after the lab testing in the prison i haven't been able to use my abilities.. Its like they stole it from me. According to the last person who helped me the abnormal abilities still remain in my trait but its like their being restraint from shock..Its like ive forgotten how to use my powers.." He looked at his hands and flicked it out as if he was about to shoot fire ball but nothing came out. "I think its because im big coward.. I always stand and watch." He rested his face into his hands..

 

[Anarchy Up]

She sighed and looked down. "No...you aren't the coward... I am.." She didn't care. What she did to the male before was wrong. "All my life I've hidden away, and I've ran, and watched... I'm not exactly...who I said I was. That story...that female...was my mother... She didn't put the tumour in him, she got it out. They shot her because it wasn't moral. She helped save thousands of lives... And those MONSTERS shot her. Humans. Humans are the monsters. Hunters are the monsters. They want to lock abnormals away and test on them until they can't use their abilities. And then what? What next when they have nothing left to live for? Do they finally kill them after all the torture?! ITS ALL BULLSHIT!" She clenched both her hands to fists as her eyes welled again, this time, for real.

 

[Mot]

He looked down to her in surprise. "Are you saying you're an abnormal too?" His face looked in shock but smiled as if he seemed happy to have someone know his pain or relate to it. "Im so happy that you didnt mean what you said earlier.. I was afraid you were an agent asking me all those questions.. The whole system is bullshit when we could be living in peace.. " He hugged her quickly his arms tightly around her.

 

[Anarchy Up]

She jumped slightly as he hugged her, she hugged him back. "...yes...yes I am. And in honesty, if you were a hunter, I wouldn't care...you know?...I've met someone who understands what beauty there is in our abilities... How we could save the planet from threats. It should be them accepting, if not praising us! We could save all of them and they throw us away, take our pride and kill us. If I'm honest? I'm not on the escapee wanted list because..." She scratched the back of her head. "I've never been caught. I've hidden my whole life. I've watched others with their talents and abilities and I love it. I've met others like me, but you are the first to escape the labs that I've met...you're... You're like a role model to us!"

 

[Mot]

Mors smirked.. Finally.. Check.. A long sigh came out of his mouth over his shoulder as he reached lower but only enough to be able to pull a pen from his pocket. "Tally Rivers.." He whispered in her ear.. His arm motioned up her back clicking the pen; The point aimed down to her caff. Mors's voice turned from sentimental to cold " The example of why not to stand against us. I know.. I know because i watched as she bled infront of the sheep that reside behind walls. She wasn't shot .. She was impaled" He then jammed the pen into her caff deep into her leg. He twisted it to ensure it too. Motioning up he threw her back to look down over her. His face was blank and his sleeve rubbed across under his eyes wiping away the fake tears. "Im impressed how you've been hiding for so long.. Everyone almost thought you were non existent. And here you are." He tilted his head. "I wonder what your powers are.."

 

[Anarchy Up]

She stared wide eyed as she screamed at the pain as she squinted her eyes. She replayed his words again and again in his head. 'Impaled'.


'Watched her'


'Impaled'


She opened her eyes and curled her fist.
"You... You lied...I trusted you! You scum! You know nothing about my mother! You LIAR!" her leg was bleeding at an expected rate. She curled her fist before yanking herself up, she threw her curled fist towards his cheek, her blood boiling. Never had she thought that this man would be sick...so twisted... He lied. And it proved it. Humans are the monsters.

 

[Mot]

He quickly grabbed her wrist and through her off . "If that was your mother, Then your father resides in prison." He Looked over to her and shook his head. " Now your in denial, They call me The bishop because i stand right by the king and the queen. I watched. The king is the organization and the Queen is another high ranking officer. Of course im going to attend a show that will strike fear into all of the abnormals.. You would've been traumatized if you watched the whole scene. I think the most disturbing part was that they kept her alive to feel the pain of her life fading. To show the divine punishment that is casted upon rebels who dont appreciate what we bring among them. A separation between discrimination. A united community that can relate to eachother. Dont you see? All of you are just selfish." He'd pull out his phone raising it to his ear. "I need a detainment truck at 25 park avenue and dont bother following with a task force, I will escort myself."

 

[Anarchy Up]

She groaned as she hit the floor before stumbling to her feet.
"You...



Sick...



Bastard!"

She closed her eyes as her skin began to fade slowly, her limbs becoming the background. She let out a small chuckle as she fully blended, moving silently around the room. Watching him carefully. She walked towards him, her hands curled into fists as she kicked out her leg to kick him in the groin, grabbing his neck with her hand as she did.

 

[Mot]

(Permission to kill Es was accepted )
his leaned forward a bit as she kicked his groin gritting he teeth he looked up and felt her hand wrap around his neck .As she grabbed his neck it was that split second he had cut off her hand. The sword by his side he pushed her out of her camouflage and grabbed her by her hair with his freehand The sword then jabbed straight through her stomach. Impaled just like her mother. He pulled it out quickly and pushed her down . "Rest easy." He said as he looked down to watch her bleed for a minute before moving away to the door.

 

[R.I.P]

In the distance, he heard a scream, a scream that sounded like that woman's voice. 'No. No, no, no." Desmond would think sprinting as fast as he could in the direction of the scream. Once he saw the location in which it was coming from, he jumped from the roof, smashing through the glass window with both his arms in front of his body and landing in the room, safely. Blood trickled down his arms from the glass that impaled his skin. Instantly, he saw a male, but when he looked down to the floor, his eyes widened and shook uncontrollably.

His vision was blurring and returning to normal every so often, until he finally looked back up to the culprit. Desmond let out a low growl, his hand resting on the handle of his sheathed blade. "She... She.." he remembered how she talked to him, how her powers were limited.. And how he failed to protect her. "SHE WAS INNOCENT!" his rage came all in one swing, bursting forward and slashing to the right as if it were a split second. You could see it in his eyes, the pain, the anger.

 

[Mot]

Mors looked at the blade swing it all happened so fast. He was moving so fast. He couldn't dodge it so he lifted up his own blade and blocked it and was thrown off by the amount of force in the blade. He gritted his teeth and eyed him. 'There is no room to fight.' Mors thought to himself as he quickly recover . He charged at the man and his blade coming from under. His hand held the hilt of his secondary blade just in case he need to block again.

 

[Anarchy Up]

From a streetlight on the avenue, uria perched apon it, her knees crouched and her bow and arrows on her back. What the fuck did she just witness?
'Okay..let's run through this again', she thought to herself. 'Father tricks a young girl, young girl falls for it, admits herself, gets killed...and this random ass flies through the window screaming and throwing punches...' She chuckled at her thoughts as she stood up tall on the street light, her body facing forward but her head angled towards the commotion. 'I need a better view'.

Uria jumped down from the streetlight and landed effortlessly on her feet, taking a second to dust herself off as she walked in. She noticed no one was at the registration. Obviously, they heard the scream and ran off.

Uria pressed the service bell, awkwardly stood there in a full combat suit, sighing.
...


...

'Great service' she thought to herself as she grabbed a pen from the desk and began to walk up the stairs. 'Movie time.'

 

[R.I.P]

The mans blade stabbed him through the side of his hip, but Desmond looked as if it didn't faze him. Instead of taking another strike, he grabbed the back of Bishop's shirt and twisted his body around so that he could let go near the window, hopefully throwing him fully out of it. He'd follow this up by jumping himself, his blade in a slashing motion as he fell towards the man.

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[Mot]

'Hes quick.' Mors hit the ground and he rolled backwards to avoid the mans slash. Picking himself up he backed out into the street and readied himself. "Where did you come from?" He still held out only one blade and his hand still stayed on the handle of the second one. His eyes trained onto the man. "Who are you?"

 

[Anarchy Up]

Meanwhile....

Uria walked to the top of the stairs, stopped, and looked over the back of her shoulder. 'Who...in the fuck...needs three flights of stairs...in a house?!' She shook her head and walked to the first door.
'Hmm...too neat...' She thought to herself.

She kept walking as she heard the sound of someone being thrown out the window.

'You shitting me?! I walked up here for nothing?!'

She gestured that she was pissed as she raised her hands and dropped them, smacking her sides as she did before walking to the door and knocking gently, before speaking softly. "Housekeeping."

 

[R.I.P]

He hit the ground instead of his target, the blood dropping from his side from the open wound. Desmond landed steadily, blade in one hand as he heard the man speaking to him. "Who am I?... No one important.. I'm just a 'monster' an 'abnormal', a 'criminal'... You wanted to see a monster.. Now I'm gonna show you what an ANGRY ONE LOOKS LIKE." Desmond used the wall behind him, kicking off of it suddenly and charging the man at his full speed. His blade slashed in unpredictable ways, not coordinated, just out for blood.

 

[Mot]

His eye following his blade movements and since he was unorganized he was able to block and maintain balance. Through the openings he made he sneaked a slash in between and continued to maintain defense. " You're quick i give you that but you wouldn't even have a chance at defeating my second."

 

[Anarchy Up]

Uria effortlessly kicked down the door, sending shavings of wood and dust around the room as she walked in. Her boots echoing over the floorboards as she walked to the window. She looked down and shook her head. ' The fuck? This gym class? Such prissy formations.' She watched intently. Sitting on the broken window frame, dangling her legs over the edge as she waved her half frantically whenever she thought her Father might see her.

 

[R.I.P]

Desmond threw down his blade, still running to attack and when the man next slashed, he'd grab both of the blades, using the elevation to lift himself upwards and use both feet to drop kick him. Hopefully this disarmed him. His hands were now bleeding, but he didn't care. Desmond attacked him further, getting into a boxing stance and readying himself for any incoming attacks.

 

[Mot]

Mors got knocked back and he sighed disarmed now and looking towards the man. " I think i've had my fun for the day. I know your here Daughter. How about you show me what you've learnt on this strong individual."

 

[Anarchy Up]

She sighed. 'Welp..time to dance.' She leaned over her shoulder and grabbed her bow and arrow, quickly arming it as she closed one eye, and aimed it to the males spine. She arrow flew forward. Spinning off as it headed straight for his back, splitting through the air and heading a perfect linem. While it flew, Uria jumped down and reloaded another arrow onto the bow, just in case.