Futuristic Operation Castlerush

[Alexandra95]

As each person told their name, Alex took a greater look at them to remember their names.


The big muscular ex-soldier was Damian. He was guarding the doors, while talking to the rest of the group. Something about him intrigued Alex, but she couldn't put words on it, if it was his history, looks, personality or whatever. In any case he seemed to take the natural role of the group's leader. Alex didn't mind this. She had already followed him idly from the moment she met him, and he'd in this short time saved her twice. Or, "saved"... she firmly believed she could've made her own way through it. No need for a man to protect her. She decided not to say anything about it, as she had yet to conclude what she really felt about it.


Then there was the weirdo that tried to take her down, Eul. Other than the weirdness of him she didn't get much info about him. He spoke with big words in an old fashion, and he mumbled something with God. Probably religious. He's in any case weird, and has a loud voice. She took a look at him as he was strapped in the straitjacket, unable to do much, both harm and good.


Finally there was the computer nerd, Silas. By the first moment she saw her, she knew he was the kind of spoiled brat that had lived in luxury all his life, in addition to have played way too much computer games. Those kind of kids that arcade play first-person shooters like they were representative of warfare, then bragged about their murdering skills and how well they'd do in a real combat situation. Completely delusional. She figured he would look in awe at the violence in the prison, until he got into it himself, where he would start crying because of the sheer brutality of reality.


For her, violence was part of her life. Throughout her entire life she'd had to defend herself with often nothing more than bare hands. Pure strength however has never been her strongest side; she's had to resort to technical solutions. Firearms are much liked in her eyes, and she has great control over any firearm she would get her hands across. With such devices, she would be a deadly threat even at long ranges, although she preferred to be close to the enemy so she could visibly see their death. She's always wanted to mow down an entire group of people with a machine gun, and unlike most people, she would be able to do it like in the movies. She had full control over firearms.


The greatest weapon she ever had came across of however was explosives. From the first explosion she saw she knew it would be her destiny to follow. She avidly experimented and learned her ways to create and use explosives in any way, from anything. Stealth traps, room clearing, breaching; she could do it all. She had for long lost count over everything she had blown to pieces. At some point she enrolled in the army, and she did her job well. Their arsenal of fiery explosives was her heaven; everything from C4 to incendiary grenades and even freaking frag ammo. The military also had beautiful weapons like the high-caliber anti-material rifle. The military administration didn't appreciate her hand-crafted explosive incendiary ammo for it for some reason, even though it blew up vehicles and buildings like nothing else. She felt powerful with it, like an unstoppable force. The military probably realized this and dismissed her from duty after an operation somewhere where she had went full rambo in a nest of enemies. She survived; not everyone in her squad was as lucky. They're not worthy, she would tell herself.


Yep, brats that played video games while eating burgers and chips all life had no idea what this entitled. They would think this was cool, failing to realize the troubles and danger it could put someone in, not to mention the psychical problems. Had someone like Silas ever had to run for his life with an army behind him? Or having to watch your family get murdered violently by mobsters as a child? He had no idea what this did to someone. In Alex' case, it had turned her into a brutal psychopath, where explosions was the only thing that she truly enjoyed in life. Her life in prison had been a trap; not being able to see explosions or fire for this long time broke her down. The power outage was her savior. She could finally use her secretly crafted explosives to blow up the most annoying person she's ever met. She had forgotten how beautiful it was to see someone's head be torn to pieces, and had broken out in a mix of laughter and crying soon after.


For now she decided to let it pass. If the arrogant brat could get them out of this place, that was all that mattered. She refused to die in this forsaken prison, without being able to do anything. She scowled over at him when he was staring at the screen, his face lit by the computer screen light. He and Damian were exchanging words, words not being picked up by Alex, until words of her preferential were picked up.


"You. You blew that guy's head up, right? What can you do with some real explosives?"


She looked at him with a slightly confused look, but very intrigued by the statement.


"I've only got a map of this floor, but some of these files hint at an armoury that's in the basement. There's a flight of stairs just out that door we just came in leading down to there. Want to check it out...?!"


It took a little bit to realize what he had just proposed. The arrogant brat had found an armory? Right below them? With proper explosives? Her mind drifted off at the thought of the sheer power she could express with real explosives. For so long had she awaited proper explosions; the kind of explosions that blow entire houses to pieces. Destruction was her favorite activity.


A twisted evil smile rose between her cheeks. Her eyes expressed true insanity; true chaos. To any normal person she would appear insane, and evil, simply a wicked person. But she only felt joyful. Explosives, oh yes, she could do a lot with proper explosives.


"Let's do it."

 

[Kazanna]

There were five of them at first...


Lily turned her back on the five men, disregarding them, they were no threat, nothing she cared about. One of them had noticed her though, one of them had seen her, gotten a momentary look at her face, beneath her messy hair, gazed upon her features, and started to hunger for her. He had nudged his companions, and motioned to her. They had all glanced at her, noticed the blood, and bickered with him for a moment. He argued back, and muttered, "Theres five of us, one O her, Ain't nothing a little trollop like that'n could do to a man like me, let alone the five O us." So he started after her, at a brisk run, until he got close, he was carrying a simple makeshift machete, a bit of metal a few feet long, sharpened with a stone until it was a proper slicing blade. He came up behind Lily and slid it under her throat, then he whispered in her ear, his oily, silky smooth voice would echo in her mind. "Ello' there lass, Wot cha doin out 'ere all by yerself?" He was like a surly old pirate vocally.


Lily's mind reacted instantly, she had her shiv in her hand within a second of his approach, her sleeve was extended over it. She glanced back at the large man and flinched as his hot breath played over her soft skin. "Lookin' for a Sphinx." She flinched and fidgeted in the mans grasp as his hands slid over her slowly. They'd started at her shoulder, and he was working his way painstakingly down her body slowly.


"Jes checkin for weapons, ye know how it is in here lass." He said with his oily tone.


Lily's only reply was "Mmm..." She'd wait until he loosened his grip before she would respond at all.


It didn't take long either. The man's grip shifted to allow him to reach further down. So she spun in his grasp, felt the slight bite of his Machete as it grazed her neck. She didn't react to his though, she was too busy driving her knife into his body, directly up beneath his ribcage. She slid the machete from his grip as it loosened, and then started hacking into him with it as he was still falling over. She pushed him back and watched his form collapse in a meaty pile, a psychotic grin on her face. She slid the shiv away, and took up the machete in her grasp, then stepped past his shoulders, standing by his hand as he gurgled up blood. He hadn't even gotten a sound out, her first few attacks had punctured his lungs, so as she stood near him now, she spun the machete around in her hands, and then brought it down on the mans neck as firmly as she could, she repeated the process until his head was no longer attacked to his torso.


Lily took the mans head in her hands, and lifted it up, staring at it she muttered, "Ooh... power orb..." She let the mans blood drip over her form as she held it above her head, before she slid it into her bag. She turned back the way he had come from, the machete, long as it was, was dragging on the floor behind her. Lily Kolkas had a terrible grin on her bloodied features.


There were still four others left...

 

[Flawless]

He could see fighting and screaming all around him. Music to his ears. He rubbed his bloody hands together with almost childish glee, nearly skipping down the corridor. He couldn't recall any time before where he had had this much fun.


After the twirly guy he had ripped the throat out of, he had killed indiscriminately down the corridor, whether they fought or ran, it didn't matter. He had gained quite a fine collection of wounds as well. His blood from numerous gashes down his legs, arms and chest mingled with the other splatters of blood from his victims. But did he care? Not in the slightest.


But from an intersection right in front of him, stumbled a rather short guy, covered in wounds and breathing hard. His manic eyes darted down the corridor in what seemed like fear. He saw Christian almost immediately.


"Hi." was all the serial killer said.


The crazy guy immediately launched himself at him, panic and rage in this eyes, screaming like a madman. Which he probably was. The first blow caught Christian by surprise, right across his jaw, opening two fine wounds with his nails. He stumbled backwards, not quite prepared for the viciousness of it. He briefly touched the gashes, noticing the blood leaking from it. He looked up and chuckled.


"Nice hit, midget!"


But Christian kicked him in the knee, sending his leg out from under him, eliciting a yell of pain. He brought his head down to meet his knee, stunning the short guy, letting him slip to the floor, groaning. He planted a knee in between his shoulder blades, and grabbing a broken, jagged shard of glass off the floor, stabbed him in the back of the neck. Twice. Because he felt like it.


Slowly he stood, stretching his arms above his head, feeling the bones clicking. He shook himself off, and continued off down the corridor, humming. He sighed in pleasure. What a day. But where would he go now? Where should he head off in the long run? He had absolutely no idea about the layout of the facility, never having seen a single map, but he gathered that there would be an office. And in the office would be all sorts of things that he might want. But others would have already thought of that, and it was probably packed by now. But, then again, might as well try.


He stopped walking at a cross section. Where? Which one? He couldn't do much more than guess. There weren't any signs, no surprises there.


"Left it is.." he muttered to himself. He started down that corridor, a confident swagger in his steps. And stopped in his tracks.


There was a girl standing in the middle of the corridor, four others behind her. He couldn't see her face though. He started forwards again, a smile curling up his face. Easy pickings, and the first female he had seen so far. But stopped short when she saw what she was holding in her hands. Was that a man's head? He let out a low whistle. Now that was new. He watched in amusement, leaning casually against the wall as she said something he couldn't understand. Something about a shower blob? But she stuffed it into a bag, and turned to face the four others. She was covered in even more blood than him (if that was even possible), carrying a rather long machete with a wide grin on her face. Now what he would do to get his hands on that weapon..


But he decided to watch what would happen now. He would enjoy this, he knew, except for the shame that there was no popcorn. But somehow, he had an idea that those men might be just be screwed.

 

[Kazanna]

There were four of them.


It had taken Lily all of two minutes to approach them silently, she had gotten close enough that the other four that they finally noticed her. She was nearly in between them. They just sort of stared at her, somewhere between shock and disbelief by what she was carrying. She dropped the head amongst them, and they watched it with fascinated horror as it landed on the floor with a resounding meaty smack.


As they followed the decapitated head of one of their fellows as it flew through the air, Lily took the machete in her hand again and went to work. Her mind had gone back to sheltering her for a few moments, giving her yet another sudo-reality. She was at a birthday party, her own, and the machete was a stick. The four heads in front of her, were piñatas. It was her turn to swing. She began to giggle as she swung the machete-stick viciously. The piñata's cords were pulled, and they moved away from her slightly. But she'd already smashed one, spilling candy all over the ground. She watched as other children ran in to retrieve it, but there were still three left. One of them came swinging towards her on it's cord, and she took a swing at it as she dodged to the side, cleaving it in half with the stick-machete.


Lily watched with childish humor as the piñata spilled open and dropped a huge pile of candy on the ground. She held the stick-machete close and jumped up and down, giggling gleefully as the other two piñata's were pulled away from her. Lily pouted slightly, but a moment later, her sadness was alleviated by another shift of her sudo-reality. She was the champion again, and before her was a pair of goblins, She held in her hand a magnificent sword. She screamed a battlecry out as she leapt towards one of them, and slashed at the creatures face, she grabbed onto the beasts neck and swung around his body, pulling it over in a spinning feint before she turned her attention to the last one, who was cowering against a wall.


In reality, Lily had just killed three men during their shocked moments. She was now stalking towards the fourth, who was scrambling away from her.


"Come on, don't run away, you were going to do the same to me if you got the chance. It's time to face the music you beast, My holy sword will cut you down to size." She ranted.


The man tried to pull away, tried desperately to escape, but Lily was upon him, slicing into his neck with the machete as he tried so desperately to escape. She had removed his head as well, with a horribly squelching sound. It was at that moment that Lily's sudo-reality fell apart, and she caught sight of what she had done. It would have disturbed her, would have ruined her tangible hold on reality. But Lily wasn't quite right in the head. She was messed up in many a way, she was vicious, cutthroat, and enjoyed the killing.


Lily Kolkas was no longer trapped in her own little world.


Lily Kolkas was armed, dangerous, and bloodthirsty.

 

[Flawless]

Christian couldn't help but grin as he watched her massacre the four men left, just standing there like lemons. The last one had at least tried to escape, but was cut down with pitiful ease. How pathetic. His head now slowly rolled to join his friend's, both sightlessly staring into the walls with a scared, shocked look on their faces. He knew that this girl was dangerous, and he could potentially be the next one on the list of her long line of victims. But a wiser part of his mind told him that it might be a good idea to see if he could recruit this psychopath.


She was obviously insane, perhaps trapped inside a little fantasy world of her own, and very dangerous, but.. It was worth a try. What's the worst that could happen? If she got too violent, then he could take her on. The only slightly worrying thing about that was the fact that he didn't know if he could win or not. But then again, that was all part of the fun. But she looked like she could possibly be smart, and be a potential ally. In some ways, she reminded him of himself. He might need her to escape. Maybe he would dispose of her if she ever became useless, who knows? He would shed no tears. It was just his ruthless personality, nothing personal.


He slowly pushed himself off the wall, eyes trained on her every slightest move, prepared to defend himself if occasion called. He stepped over a stray, cold limb, being careful not to startle her into doing anything rash. It was a rather delicate situation. He could see himself reflected in the slick blood covering the floor, until his footsteps created a ripple, distorting his image. He slowly came to a halt a few steps away from her, right in the thick of the carnage and guts, his boots squishing on things spilled in the violence.


He briefly wondered if he was being incredibly stupid right now. I mean, not many people would try and team up with an armed, bloodthirsty maniac who just killed four people right in front of your eyes with no apparent difficulty. But he himself was a bloodthirsty maniac. They might make a good team together, if she had enough reason left in her mind.


Slowly, eyes fixed on her, he extended a hand.


"Hey." He said, trying to catch her attention. "Nice work you did back there. What's your name? The name's Christian, Christian Belriss. The Phaodares Killer. You might've heard of me."

 

[Kazanna]

She turned, slowly, Christian was locked in her gaze, Lily swept the makeshift machete to the side, the blood soaking it splattering on the floor. She slid the thing into the leather bindings of her straight jacket.


She took up one of the heads she'd just dismembered, and muttered, "Hang on... They'll run out... if I don't do it soon..."


She held the head of the man she had killed last above her head, his blood pouring out over her face, she watched the blood raining down on her, but only got a light trickle. She sighed, and lowered it down again, then turned her gaze back to Christian. She'd never been approached by someone so neutrally. It was new, it was strange, but she didn't mind. She didn't really care, but this was a whole new experience here. The tossed the head away, and it made a resounding cracking noise as it rolled away with repeated meaty smacks on the floor.


Lily smiled at Christian, "Belriss... That's a nice name... I'm Lily, Lily Kolkas..." Her voice was like air, quiet, cool, relaxed, but with evidence that a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.


She looked at his hand curiously, and tilted her head. She was smart, a bit too smart for the good of most around her, and her machete had a loop in it's handle, her clothing had lots of ties and fasteners, She secured it in a slow, deliberate motion, so he'd know her thoughts, that she didn't trust him in the least. But that was a given considering their situation. She reached out, and took his hand a moment later, "The fat one... Has another one... It's against the wall over there, Your welcome to it. But mine... already has their blood on it... You have... to earn the blood..." She smirked, withdrawing her hand after she'd gripped his, and clutched her sides, laughing as though she'd just told a joke that was so funny she couldn't hold back.


Lily stepped past Christian, uncaring if he tried anything. She barely noticed him, didn't see him as a threat, until he was properly armed, she could survive an attack of most natures. "Wanna help me kill the dragon..?" she asked, her eyes showing she was very clearly one foot in and one foot out of her own madness.

 

[Flawless]

As stepped past him, Christian snorted in amusement and smiled,. That went rather well, considering the other outcomes that might have happened. She seemed far more relaxed now than when she was cleaving heads open. She even told him where he could find a decent weapon. Was that the start of an alliance? He thought so.


He knew that she didn't trust him, and the feeling was definitely mutual. But the fact that she had in fact pointed out a weapon was either a stupid move on her behalf, or she was just so confident that she could kill him if he tried anything. Or maybe because she just didn't care about it. But, he would definitely take advantage of the offer. He had made do with just bare hands, but it would be a lot easier with a proper weapon. He strolled over to to the large corpse, rolled it over, and swiftly slid the machete out of his belt strap, the blade completely clean. He tested the weight, tossing it from one hand to another. Where did they even get these weapons from? A high security prison like this wouldn't just hand out random machetes.


He sighed quietly. Oh, how he missed his two guns. But this would definitely do for now. A machete was definitely better than a shard of glass, that was for sure.


He shoved it into his belt, carelessly kicking the corpse back over, letting it roll.


He turned back to Lily, his thumbs casually hooked in his belt loops. What had she offered? Slaying a dragon? Definitely in her own fantasy world. Or maybe just half in half out. It would definitely be interesting talking to her.


He wondered what she saw him as.. Possibly just normal. But what had she seen the four others like? Trolls?


"Well.." he said, walking over to her side. "That sure sounds fun.."


He looked back down the corridor. He wasn't even sure what she thought this dragon was. The door to the outside? Whatever. Just roll with it.


"But do you have any idea where this dragon actually is? 'Cus if we're going to slay it, we have to find it first."

 

[Kazanna]

Lily turned her attention to Christian for a moment scowling bitterly at him, "He's at the castle of course, Have you never slain a dragon? Seriously?" Lily said, looking at Christian as though he had some sort of plague.


Her weapons were all prison made creations, the machetes included were just hunks of metal that had been sharpened on the walls or via other means. She nodded down the corridor, "There's a Sphynx somewhere down here that will tell me where the dragon is, I've been gathering offerings, but then those stupid trolls decided to try to molest me." She rolled her eyes, "Stupid idea, I'm not that easy, Girl's gotta keep her innocence ya know?" she rambled as she toddled along down the hall.


It wasn't long before she came to a corner. She stopped at it, and pointed, motioning to Christian, "You first." She said sliding the machete out, she'd untied it as she'd walked. The weapon was still dripping with blood. "Check to see if there's anything bad, if there is..." She shrugged, "They won't expect me." she said with a grin.

 

[Brax]

Damian looked between the two, who had seemingly devised a plan of their own. He did not mind the idea of getting out of the office, despite the fact that they had not been attacked there yet. If they had the ability to do so, they should fully utilize it. So, Damian nodded. “Fine with me. I couldn’t honestly give a shit right ‘bout now.” The prison had gone to shit, they could do whatever they wanted – or so, it seemed. So long as no one in the prison had a gun, then there would be no way that the group could possibly lose. It was not like Damian was about to be stopped by anyone in the prison without him getting jumped on.


“The quicker the better, though. We should get movin’.” As if the person was deemed to break the streak of luck, the first person to attempt to come running into the office had arrived in a peculiar fashion. The man was wielding a shank, made from one of his toothbrushes. The first stab missed when Damian hopped back. The man who had attempted to stab him then swiped at the air, from left to right. This face Damian an opportunity to seize the man. His left hand grasped the prisoner’s wrist, and his right palm slammed into his arm and broke it. The prisoner let out a gut-wrenching scream.


The ex-military man continued pushing the man’s arm until bone split through skin, and eventually stabbed the man in the neck with his own shank. He bled out on the floor, next to Damian’s feet. The man stared at him as he inhaled his last breath of air, a neutral expression across his face. Damian was not exactly the most… Bloodthirsty man. In fact, he would rather not kill. Nothing stopped the fact that he did what he had to do to survive, in all situations. Even the situation which got him to the prison in the first place.


Using one of his feet, Damian nudged the dead body – eventually pushing it until it was out of the office’s entrance. It got some blood on his boot, but he didn’t care in the slightest.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Silas' smile grew at the same rate as the girls, and he let out a strange giggle when she said "Let's do it.". He looked around the room briefly, before noting a small bag in a corner. He went over to it and emptied the insides onto the floor, and put the laptop in it. He then slung it over his shoulder and came back to the other few people gathered around, kind of unfazed by the guy attacking the large dude. He seemed to be completely fine with beating people up at this point. "Come on then, let's go!" He chirped in an almost manic way as he strolled out the door.


They weren't far from the stairs leading down to the basement, and Silas smiled to himself as he noted the dried up bloody streak on the wall that he'd put there earlier. They were just outside his cell now. Amazing he'd never noted that this was a thing before. He looked over his shoulder at those behind him and spoke up saying "Right this way!" with a wicked tone grazing every word, as he strolled down the stairs into the basement. (I need a map to continue from this point @Desface )


@Braxnond @Alexandra95

 

[Alexandra95]

Alexandra had for a moment been content. Content with the situation, after learning about the basement, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that this facility and the destiny of Earth was. Most of the planet's population had probably left the surface already for a new world to inhabit; a better world, a world from scratch. How mere humans were supposed to do such a thing was beyond the minds of the first generation of the information era, the early 2000s, when the first technology for space exploration was invented and tested out. Despite knowing for a fact the technology to do so was in reach, the political and social issues were far too great to overcome to let something like this be even realistic.


Times had changed. By the end of this millennium, humans had overcome the greatest achievement of all time; explore and inhabit space. We weren't just a simple race restricted by the sphere we call Earth, we were now interstellar. A true dream come true. Unfortunately this dream was not for everyone. Only a few people were able to actually leave the surface, and the inmates in the Stonewall facility were the losers, with no chance in hell to leave the Earth's surface, unless you had unrealistic hopes. All this mixed prosperity and despair aside, it didn't matter for Alex. She was content. She was content with what lied in the basement of the facility; her favorite past-time activity: explosives. Oh yes, as long as she could blow anything up and set something on fire she would die happily here on this sad pitiful cold planet we call home, right here on the rock-hard concrete floor basing the foundation of the facility.


Reality sure is harsh. After following the enthusiastic Silas stroll along the last bit of the hallway, entering the stairway hidden in plain sight because of the sheer darkness and lack of light, they all headed down the stairs. Alex was a bit floaty in her mind, but quickly got herself together when they had to face the stairs in fear of tripping. "Right this way!" came out of Silas as he looked over his shoulders, running down the stairs. He was out of sight because of the darkness, so Alex couldn't see or hear him stop when she was slammed into the hard and solid metal door, running straight into it as it had arrived faster than she had expected. She shook her head, completely ignoring the normally very painful result of the impact with the door. She tried to push the door but it was stuck in place. This darkness didn't leave much for finding keyholes either, and they certainly had no keys.


One massive door. That was all that was needed to shut down the only thing that made Alex smile in this sad despairing world. They had no way to pass through it. Behind it lay explosives and weaponry most likely capable of opening the door, but what did that help when they were on the wrong side? Alex sat herself down on the stairs quietly and stared emptily at the pitch-dark metal door in front of her. Whatever anyone in the group was saying were dead words to her, passing straight through her conscious like she was a mental ghost.


Alex bent over slowly, touching the metal. She couldn't find any doorhandles or keyholes. The door was most likely simply sealed off as no one was ever supposed to go down there. She knocked on the door lightly, having it make a light pling sound as response. This metal, she thought to herself. Exploring the door a bit more, she lead her hands along the wielding, making an impression of the door's size and weak points. The door seemed to have been wielded together at the middle, but the wielding was poor effort, especially for a specialist like Alex. She knew this long strip, standing from the floor reaching to the roof, was the way through.


Motivated and determined, she hasted back up the stairs through the group, and hustled quickly along the hallway towards the office. She passed quickly past Eul, still being strapped in a straitjacket, giving her confused looks, as she made her way through the office desk. Resources, resources, resources, she kept mumbling to herself, throwing stuff away to dig through the office for anything of use. Some wires, a couple batteries, a few old computer parts, more wires, rope, tape. In addition she grabbed with her an empty soda bottle left by the last guard's shift. All of this she stuffed into a bag and hustled quickly out of the office again, leaving Eul there without any clue.


Her next step was the cafeteria. She ignored any possible threat left in the prison, being it other inmates or guards, only focused on getting her job done. Straight down the hallway, through the cafeteria, into the kitchen. Full of food and storage wares fresh from the day before. Ah yes, this was exactly what she needed. She threw the bag's content of seemingly random collections of junk found in the office on the kitchen bench, before gathering food and spices from the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets. The ingredients in a lot of the artificial food products were chemical elements she needed.


Whether the rest of the group had followed her was oblivious to Alex when she was in the cafeteria kitchen cooking her meal. The meal that was going to blow the door restricting her peaceful retribution to pieces, no, particles. A simple massive metal door was no match for her unrivaled freedom explosives, specialized in preventing anyone from restricting her freedom. As her cooking progressed, she took some of the mix, now like a soft dough, and wrapped it in butter paper, adding a bit of stickiness on the back of it, but leaving it open for the next ingredients. She stirred the boiling pot with its contents and extracted a soft liquid in a cup, cooling it off in cold water, before adding it to the wrapped mix package.


In nothing but a few minutes, she had made four carefully well-crafted packages of powerful explosives, with a wire running through all of them. Of the computer parts she had crafted a handmade detonator, albeit weak it would be sufficient. She was now ready to get this done. Hastily but gently she grabbed with her the explosives in the bag, with the detonator, hustling out the cafeteria's kitchen through the cafeteria, towards the door leading back to the hallway to the basement stairways, leaving the still boiling pot on the kitchen along with battery contents and sticky and hot liquids in the sink and on the bench.


She was oblivious to the two people entering at the other side of the cafeteria.


@Braxnond @Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Flawless]

"The hell is this?" Christian half whispered as he saw the pot and various assortments of goo left on the bench. It smelled... Disgusting. And slightly burnt. Also, it looked like someone had just been here, judjing by the noises he had heard.


Having absolutely no clue what it was, he knew that it was probably the wisest decision to steer clear of it. But still..


Giving into curiosity, he went over to see what was left. Not much. Just a bit of what seemed to be simply now over-cooked mess, and it was covering all of the other nearby surfaces. But the deconstructed battery parts told a bit of a different story. Being unenlightened whatsoever, he turned away and headed out towards the cafeteria, being the only other doorway out of the kitchen, apart from the one he had just walked through.


"Are you coming, Kolkas?" he called over his shoulder, hopefully in her direction.


The cafeteria was empty, save for all the plastic chairs and tables and the faint marks of the disliked meals that the kitchen served up the walls and the ceilings. He continued on through the door, unsheathing his weapon and keeping a close eye out. It shouldn't really be this quiet. He came to the hallway, some stairs in front of him. He heard noises like footsteps up ahead.


He forgot completely about where they were supposed to be going. Instead, he decided to find out what was at the bottom of those stairs leading into darkness. He bit his lip, eyes flashing in excitement. He had never heard of a lower level before. An excited shiver went through him as he started down the stairs, quietly, not seeing but expecting the other people in the darkness. Hopefully, Lily would follow.


((@Braxnond @Prizzy Kriyze (C'mon guys, let's get this thing rolling again))

 

[Kazanna]

Lily followed as far as the stairs, she stopped there, her eyes going wide, she muttered, "Ogre's nest..." her eyes shimmering as she stared into the dark abyss.


She glanced to Christian, and murmured, "Bad idea... But if you wanna die... You go first, I'll follow behind... Ogres are hard..."


Lily had never liked Ogres, they were almost as tough as a dragon, generally better armored, better armed, and able to dodge physical attacks much more readily because they were so much smaller. She'd had issues with them as she was being locked away in the dungeon here. So as Christian led her towards what she viewed as an Ogre's nest, she shivered slightly, genuine loathing setting in.


In reality, what she viewed as Ogres were actually enforcers, Police, or security guards, the larger men with body armor, those who knew how to subdue people like her, and could detect her for what she was prior to the attack. It had always been an issue for Lily, as she could kill unarmed, unarmored orderlies like those at the psych ward she had been in, but the security guards were another issue entirely. They were big, mean, and generally had a taser, or something equivalent to subdue her with.


"Acid breath... electrical punches... billy clubs so big they can take your head off... manacles once they catch you... and they always had that other arm... the big one that you can't cut... Stupid Ogres..." She uttered madly.


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[Brax]

The ex-military man had been following the two within his own 'crew' for a little while, down into the dark basement - despite not knowing where he was going in the first place. Really, he was putting his blind trust in the two. For some reason, he felt as though there was not much to worry about. When considering the fact that he was a rather large male with a woman and another whom was smaller than he, then his lack of anxiety could probably be traced back to the fact that no one ever messed with him in the prison before. He was not expected to get jumped now. Looking around as his feet slowly tread one after the other, Damian brought the bat up to his shoulder.


"Whatever the plan is, we should get done with it quick. The last thing we gon' need is a bunch of other fckin' inmates floodin' us out, or guards. I don't know where all them are, but I can tell ya that they can't possibly be too far. Somebody's gotta know 'bout the situation here and we are doin' nothin' but wastin' time if we ain't plannin' a safe way to get out. What's the best case scenario? All the guards aren't coming back. Why would that happen? If the country was being attacked in some way, or if they were killed off. So, we gon' have to make it quick either way..."


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[Alexandra95]

Alexandra scurried along the hallway with her fresh explosives. Damian and Silas were both waiting seemingly, or not really paying attention tot the fact she's been gone at all. Little did it matter. She pushed her way down the basement stairs past the two of them, running up to the door before stopping. Despite the pitch black darkness surrounding her, she quickly localized the weak spot she had found earlier. This simple, albeit massive metal door was really no match for her. The explosives she had made would easily manage to break through it, since she knew the metal's weakness. You'd be surprised how advanced chemistry and metallurgy this girl knew, without really realizing it herself.


Four carefully crafted and perfectly placed explosives packages were placed vertically along the middle of the door, all linked together with simple wires. She knew this would break through; however, she was a bit unsure how powerful the explosion would be, as it had been a while since she last had the time to do such a thing. She rigged up the detonator, a thing so delicate it looked like it would fall apart any second. It was however what she had to do with, for now.


As she rigged up the door, excitement and adrenaline ran through her body. Behind this door, that so easily would be broken open, lies what she couldn't get her mind off. Weapons! Guns! Explosives! At this point, the ideal purpose for these weapons; to escape, was the least she was thinking of. She was simply tired and fed up with being locked up in a cold cell alone, without any accessibility to action. Her life had made her seemingly addicted to it. The first amazing sensation she was to experience was the decapitation of her previous next-door inmate. Such a small event was enough for her to get her motivation back, the motivation to do something. Breaking free was no bad goal. Getting to blow shit up was much better however!


The explosives was finished rigged up. She had no uncertainty that it wouldn't work, despite being made with kitchen utensils and random stuff she found on the kitchen and the office. Making explosives was a bit like learning to ride the bike--a skill you never forget, at least it was in her case. She walked backwards slowly extending the det cord linking the explosives and the detonator. She reached where Damian and Silas were standing, pushing them lightly to signalize them to move back. "Back off," she muttered coldly but clearly, staring Damian in the eyes to show she was serious.


She let them go up the stairs, as it was the safest place to be. The stairs would absorb most of the remaining shock wave power, so standing at the top of them would be the best. Alex never followed safety instructions herself however. She stood firmly at the bottom of the stairs, following her guts' feel as to how powerful the explosion would be, facing the door some five to ten meters away from her. Bracing herself, she activated the detonator.


Fire in the hole!


A huge boom was bellowed and echoed throughout the hallways. The blast was powerful, easily breaking the door's middle to pieces and tipping Alex over violently by force. The massive smoke cloud appearing right after cloaked her, making her seem swallowed by her own creation. Smoke poured slowly up from the stairs to whoever was standing there. Alexandra had survived easily however. After the boom was complete and utter silence, all except a weak ringing sound in her ears. An explosion like this was like music to her ears, and love to her cold heart.


As the smoke cleared up, all would be revealed were a girl laying in the stairs, looking beat up but at the same time euphoric, in a dream-like state, and a blast-opened door, leading into the unknown darkness.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Silas lead the girl down the stairs, but was abruptly stopped by a large metal door. He grimaced in disappointment, and give the door a light kick. His frustration was quickly replaced with joy and he had to repress the urge to laugh at Alex when she walked into the door. Some people clearly didn't have as awesome night vision as himself, he thought as he looked away and gave a humoured expression to the wall next to him. He turned back to find that she was seemingly groping the door. "Uh..." He said, "What are you doing?". He got no response to his question, but she soon darted off back up the stairs. Silas tried to catch up, but she'd gotten a head start in his surprise. She was gone before he'd gotten halfway up the stairs. He sighed loudly and sat down on the stairs. What was he supposed to do now?


Damian came down and joined him just after she left, and he looked up at him as he spoke. Usually he'd block out every word he said, and just pay mind to his own thoughts, but this situation was different to any other. During his talk, Silas' eyes slowly turned from half open bored ones, to fully open shocked ones. The words had made him think, and he was scared if he was right. "... Not coming back? I don't think there's a war going on, but..." He held his breath for a moment, then said the words that he really didn't want to hear. "What if they've finished the rockets?"


The thought was scary, because he knew what it meant. They were being left behind. They didn't have a spot on any rockets. Silas looked down towards the floor and pulled his legs up against his chest. He had to think. He had to... His train of thought was interrupted by Alex coming back down the stairs. He jumped to his feet and looked at her. "Where'd you go?" He asked, before he noticed the charges in her hands. A small smile crept onto his face and he rubbed his hands together. He even giggled a little as she placed the explosives on the door.


He stood farther away than she did from the door, but the shockwave from the explosion hit his already pretty brittle bones hard, and he stumbled a couple of steps up the stairs before falling over. He spun in his fall so that he managed to stop himself with his hands, and then he violently started coughing from all the smoke. When the smoke cleared and he finished coughing, he smiled into the stairs and whispered "Wicked.."


He looked up from the staircase the way he was facing, and caught shadows through the smoke at the top of the stairs. He got a confused look and pushed himself up onto his knees, whilst squinting into the smoke. What was up there? Just before the smoke cleared at the top of the stairs he realized that it couldn't be a lot of things other than other people. Of course the explosion was going to attract attention. He should've realized that waaaay sooner. Looking back at Damian, he said "Uh.. Guys..."


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[Kazanna]

Lily was in the dark.


Nope


Nope


Nope


Lily had no idea what she was going do.


Nope


Nope


Nope


Lily felt the explosion, the blast as it swept past her, and was immediately on guard, looking for an escape route. Back they way they had come?


Nope


There were more bad things that way.


Into a corner?


Nope


There was no sense in that, corners always ended in her being caught, being brutalized one way or another. She looked to Christian, and shrugged slightly, "So... what do you reckon that was...?"


Lily stared into the darkness, untying the makeshift machete as she did, her fingertips were skillful, but frantic as she undid the ties. She peered ahead and shuddered slightly. She couldn't make heads or tails of the situation, and her madness was slowly dripping back into her psyche. It wouldn't be long until it took her again, and she would be back in her defensive mode where everything was an enemy.


Nope... Nope... Nope...


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