Hidden away with in the deserts of New Mexico stood the last insane asylum of it's caliber. This asylum had a no holds barred attitude, none of this new age sissy stuff about not hitting the inmates. They where never allowed to go outside, never allowed to see any sun or get any fresh out except what happened to filter through the tiny bars upon the minuscule portals to the outside world if you where (un)lucky enough to get one that allowed the brutal desert heat in to the cell. Three levels sat above the ground, with the top level being a high security, then middle level being a mid security level and the ground level being a low security.
Then two more levels existed, hidden below ground. The first was simply storage rooms, the armory, evidence rooms, filing areas and what not through out the level. Then, finally, the second level deep underground was the highest level security one could possibly reach. Nobody ever entered the cells down here. Each cell had a door that, once a inmate was placed inside and shackled to the far wall, would be welded shut permanently. Not even a slot was upon the door to allow food deposits. Instead a feeding tube hung from the ceiling that a thick paste would be forced through directly in to the inmates mouth and down their throats.
Each inmate in this section would be fitted with an I.V. that would disappear in to a wall, leading upstairs to the ground level where the bags where changed out every two hours to keep the inmates hydrated and slightly sedated to enhance calmness. Catheters would be inserted to collect waste, and a guard stood outside the doors at every hour of every day. Never where they allowed to leave with threat of their job, imprisonment and horrible things done to their families.
A single cell of this level was occupied. A enormous male sat, head bowed and hair hanging over his face to the middle of his back and chest concealed the male's visage. He was huge, and if he stood up to his full height would be six feet and eleven inches tall. Muscles bulged along his arms and the little bit of his torso that could be seen. He sat upon his bench, feeding tube in place in complete silence, apparently gazing upon the sealed door listlessly. If one would ask the guards, or even the other inmates, they would whisper his name in fear he would hear them. He was notorious, and feared by any who had heard or seen what he had done (Human wise. He is human..not hunter, meaning he knows nothing about the supernatural world yet.). He was The Wolven, and he sat, silently and patiently, bidding him time.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Jul 17, 2012 18:52:22 GMT -5
The strong scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils as she passed through the doors of the Asylum. The temperature inside was so fresh compared to the baking heat that was the outside desert, she felt a shiver going down her spine. She had been driven there in a jeep by two sweaty men in a security uniform, who didn't seem very happy to go through the intense heat to pick up a female doctor. They would occasionally speak in their intercoms, communicating with the Asylum,she assumed. Nobody had suspected a thing ever since she left the airport, and Victoria was pretty confident that things were going to stay like that. At the entrance she showed once again her fake identification. According to the piece of paper she held ( which wasn't very hard to steal) her name was Henriette Dodger, a official F.B.I Doctor, sent to examine a dangerous patient.
Everyone would look strangely at Victoria. Why is it that a F.B.I Doctor is wearing worn out jeans, and large sleeveless t-shirt, while on duty? Victoria cursed herself, she could of have taken some time to get some professional clothes... But instead she would just smile and answer when asked. “ I am about to enter in a room with a dangerously insane man, I don't think wearing my best suit it's a good idea. ” And that would end the conversation.
“ Follow me” A third security man said, after asking for her identification. They walked past the reception entering a small elevator, that went down, what it seemed two floors, and when it finally open they were “ greeted” by two more men who seemed to be guarding the elevator's door. The guards leaded the way through a extensive corridor, stopping ten in ten meters to open a coded metal door guarded by two more men each. It took about twenty minutes to get through all the security. When they finally got to the end of the corridor Victoria was searched for any metal, sharp, dangerous items. The guards then proceed to open a last door, through coding, finger print, eye and voice recognition . Letting her pass into the dark cell corridor and soon following her.
The corridor was unclean, filled with a foul smell, like someone gave up cleaning it decades ago. One of the guards spoke in his intercom ordering to open the cell door 6. Victoria didn't need them anymore. “ I must see the patient in privacy, I don't want him to be disturbed by any of you.[/b]” The guards did not seemed very please “ Mam, it's our duty to protect you, we were assigned to stay by your side by all means.” “ I'll be just fine, now leave.[/b]” “ But Mam...” Victoria stared all men in the eyes aggressively, even though they were all taller than her. Her blue eyes started fading into dark soulless objects, as she spoke again “ I suggest you to leave, NOW.” Her voice grew louder, an inhuman voice, echoing in the corridor. The guards goggled their eyes, and ran out , closing the door behind them. Her eyes turned back to blue, she relaxed her shoulders, grinned and walked towards the only occupied cell. She entered and faced the famous Wolven.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 17, 2012 22:52:10 GMT -5
Today was going to be an unpleasant day. That much was obvious already, although nothing yet had happened. The gorgon had flown to New Mexico, and was dying in the heat. Usually she enjoyed warmth, being like a snake, but this was an excess. Almost as bad as Egypt was, on the occasions she had visited. She was quite thirsty because of the sun, and wondered if she should go get herself a drink. She shook the thought out of her head, she had no time.
Two brown eyes of what could appear to be an older woman native to the area surveyed the imposing building before her. It was gray, drab, and looked utterly horrible, a building that looked like it was filled with screams silent to her ears, and perhaps even haunted. She gulped slightly, the drink was sounding awfully good at the moment. It would get her away from here. But no, she had to see it, had to be here, as uninviting as it was. Sighing lightly, she began walking towards the asylum, backpack carried on her back. When she approached it, she carefully set down her things. After a small moment, the old woman was no longer there. A backpack was on the ground, and a lizard sitting beside it in a pile of clothes, flicking out it’s tongue.
This mysterious lizard seemed to be on the same mission as the woman, and was quickly scampering over to the asylum. It tripped over itself a few times, adjusting to it’s new four legs, but quickly gained confidence and speed. The lizard scurried through the fence, squeezing between a hole, and quickly made it’s way to the building. It started circling, trying to find the best way in, but, during it’s tiring mission (as it was a small being covering a lot of ground), it came across a guard, smoking on his lonesome, hiding beside the dumpsters. Obviously he was not supposed to be there, but had broken off from his post for a small break. This lizard stopped a moment, thinking, before it was replaced once more with the nude old crone.
The guard jumped, dropping his cigarette and fumbling for a gun. He stared at her wide-eyed, obviously stunned by her sudden appearance, before suddenly going stiff and frozen, mesmerized. She held her gaze seven seconds longer, and the guard dropped, asleep. She smirked slightly, before becoming the man. Stripping him down, the new ‘guard’ dressed himself in his victim’s clothing, taking his gun and hiding his body in the dumpster. The unfortunate man would have to wait six hours before he woke up.
So, Stilia, now disguised, continued on her journey. She warily headed towards the front, stoping only when a sudden bark of yelling was directed at her. She- He turned wide-eyed, surprised as another man came over to her.
“José, ¿qué estás haciendo? Tenemos que acompañar a la señora Dodger ir a ver al Wolven!” He told Stilia, gesturing for him to follow. She was confused, not able to understand more than the basics of Spanish, but he had said one key word, so she nodded and followed him. “Sí señor!”
Holding her gun, she followed the man to the front gate, wondering if this was luck or misfortune. She waited with him and another, nodding absently to anything they said, utterly confused. They waited, until a woman showed up. She spoke English, and God was Stilia relieved.
Following the men and the woman, they went down an elevator, and through a very long corridor. She waited as they opened the coded door, following them inside. The smell was horrible, and maybe it had been that, combined with the heat, for this woman’s strange smell to go unnoticed by Stilia. She simply thought it was a human female. She suddenly became frightening though, scaring off the guards. Stilia took a few steps back, pretending to run out with the rest of them. She almost did too, but after a turn, she plucked up her courage and waited for the other guards to keep running, before returning to where they had left off the woman. She had almost continued running, somehow terrified, but now that the woman was gone, she seemed alright again.
She followed cautiously, gun ready and at the point. The woman was already in cell 6, but Stilia kept it up just in case. She waited, hesitant, before stepping in after the strange female. She was ready to kill if need be, but her objective was the Wolven, not this stranger.
The male sat in silence, seemingly staring at nothing and staring off in to space. Even when a shout echoed down the hallway he did not move. Suddenly, a grinding filled the room as the door opened. The door was opened, and the male finally moved. His head lifted, staring at the female who entered. His long, stringy matted hair hung all over his face, concealing it and his eyes though he stared directly at her. Then, suddenly another being entered. A male, or so it looked. The Wolven looked between the two slowly like a puppet on strings.
A sound filled the air, of air being taken deep in to nostrils as the man strangely sniffed the air like some sort of over sized human shaped dog. He uttered a deep, low growl that emanated from deep with in his chest and came rumbling up his throat before out through clenched teeth. However, he was still tired and groggy from the sedatives dumping in to his body through the IV still embedded with in his left arm. The growl slowly faded, and his body went limp, head dropping back down and his eye settling upon the floor once again.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Jul 18, 2012 6:22:28 GMT -5
Victoria turned abruptly as she heard steps again, outside the cell. She didn't want to kill any humans, but if they kept distracting her from her purpose she would have no choice. Her eyes turned pitch black again, as deprived from soul, this would happened every time she felt mad, or just being aggressive. It was one of the guards that led her before. “ I thought I told you to leave...”, she stared intensely into the male's eyes. Victoria was a young demon, so she had an appearance very human-like, she was short, apparently not very strong. People were fooled by her physical, but as all demons she was strong, quick, and due to her young nature she was reckless and impulsive.
She looked at the gun. Now that's going to be a bother...
Victoria could heal if she was shot, unless she was shot in a fatal place, and even so, it would take time, time that she didn't have. “ Now, let's not cause any uncomfortable situations here. It would be better for the both of us, if you just go back to your little friends and let me be...
[/color]” This said, she decided not waste more time with this matter, and entered again into the cell.
She approached the highly sedated male, looking intensely into is face as her eyes turned back to blue slowly and examining each and every trace of his complexion . He was fascinating, she loved insane humans. She always believed that they had a different view of the world, of life. A view that would scare others. And those, like him, who had killed willingly knew a sensation that phew had known. Killing without feeling guilt. Victoria envy them, even though she was a demon she only took pleasure in killing someone she hated, in any other circumstances she would still feel bad, she would still feel guilty. She had heard about this man numerous times, so she had decided to pay him a visit. That was the only purpose of her being there. To see him. To understand him. [/center]
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 18, 2012 11:55:39 GMT -5
She must have been heard, as the frightening female stepped back out again. Stilia’s finger was ready on the trigger, but the woman made no move of attack. In fact, she merely acted as if the gun weren’t even present, almost unafraid. This surprised Stilia, but not as much as when the woman’s eyes changed colour, going black almost immediately upon seeing her-him. Obviously, she was not human.
The non-human, which Stilia could not identify species-wise do the stench blocking her sensitive nose, merely spoke before re-entering the cell, apparently not caring if Stilia opened fire on her back. Ignoring her words to leave, she stepped inside. She decided to reveal their common secret, and took the form of the woman, smiling slightly. “Ma’am, I think we may be here for the same purpose,” She began, still holding the gun aimed to the other woman’s head.
Stilia couldn’t see any weapons on the woman, but she still had to be careful simply because she had already shown she was inhuman, and therefore might possess some powers that could harm her. “So, if you wish for mutual benefit, I think we can help each other out. I am willing to trust you, if you are willing to trust me. That way, we don’t need a torn up corpse or a bullet-ridden one.”
Stilia could easily heal from minor wounds, but if this girl tried anything fatal, she certainly wasn’t going to let her get close. All it took was a single look to the eye, and then the woman would be unable to fight. As if to prove she wanted to establish a temporary alliance, she lowered the gun from the woman’s head to the woman’s chest. If she was supernatural, she would be more likely to survive that, so it truly was a sign of uneasy trust. Stilia, in the form of the woman, smiled. “So if you don’t attack me, I won’t attack you. You were not part of the plan, and I merely came to do one thing…”
Stilia took a few steps further, approaching the killer while eyeing the inhuman woman. With a quick motion that probably stung the killer, she pulled the I.V. from his left arm. She moved away quickly, her mission complete. She eyed the woman. “See? No need for us to fight, I am merely here for him.”
The male relaxed, however microscopically, as the female left but then she was back in his face and he tensed up. He jerked his face up to glare in her eyes with his own intense steel grey eyes and growled in her face around the feeding tube shoved down his throat. He had long ago sharpened his cuspid teeth and the first bicuspid teeth and they could be seen around the tube as he growled at her. He stopped, glaring at her and settled back not even having realized he had pulled against his restraints to get to her. He snarled again, lips pulling back from his teeth like a rabid dog.
Then he stopped, as the first male transformed in to a female. His lips instantly went back down, and he relaxed. He tilted his head, gazing upon the new female and sniffing again. He grunted, shaking his head and looked back at her. All the sudden, the second female stepped towards him and he tensed, but she only removed his IV from his arm with a minor sting. He grunted again, looking at the spot it had been then back at the two girls. He looked between them for several seconds, feeling strength returning to his body as the drugs where quickly metabolized out of his system.
Suddenly the man stood up to his full height of six feet and eleven inches from his sitting position. He reached up, pulling the tube from his mouth with a wet gurgling noise. He finished, dropping it upon the floor. The he removed his catheter groaning as he did so. He then looked between the two female's and roared, flexing his muscles and grunting. He heaved, pulling against the chains and suddenly the bricks crumbled around the pins holding them in the walls and the male was free at last.
He walked right past the females out in to the hall. He went down the corridor, and suddenly was surrounded by the guards the demon had scared. They began shouting, upholstering their weapons to bring up and aim at him. The male was not going to have any of this, and whipped the chains over his head in opposite directions, striking the outside two men with enough force to send them flying in to the guards next to them and causing them all to fall like dominoes. He roared again, then bolted for the stairs, for going the elevator and charging up them like bull on a rampage to the level above, looking for his outfit.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Jul 19, 2012 14:28:28 GMT -5
Victoria saw from the corner of her eye the male guard slowly turning into a woman. Shapeshift. Now that was more like it. Victoria tried to understand what kind of species she was, probably a shape shifter, but the energy pouring from her was different. The female suggestion that both of them were there for the same reason felt unlikely, but thinking back, what would a another supernatural be doing in a human asylum disguised as a security? Victoria faced her, verifying she was still holding the gun, but she began to propose a mutual trust, since she believed firmly that they could help each other. Victoria wasn't so sure about trusting this woman, but soon as she saw the human pulling of the I.V from the dangerous human man, she felt surprised but pleased. “ Fair enough. I won't attack you. I'm Victoria, a demon, who and what are you, if I might ask?
[/color]”She introduced herself as a sign of trust and proving that she was in fact willing to work with her.
The insane man, released himself from its restrains, growling like a dog and ran out the cell. Victoria could hear the guards screaming, and the sound of chains being whipped in the air. That wasn't exactly in Victoria plans, as she thought about a more passive approach, and not causing that much of a fuss, but a little bit of chaos wasn't bad at all. “ I think it's better if we follow him...[/color]” Victoria gazed at the other female, starting to walk rapidly towards the man's direction. [/center]
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 19, 2012 21:03:24 GMT -5
The moment Stilia removed the I.V., she was wary. Not of this potentially dangerous woman, but of the killer. Humans were unpredictable, and she did not know if this man would attempt to murder her as well. Not that she would let him. Still, he kept snarling before around the feeding tube, revealing sharp teeth. She wondered if he snarled merely because the tube prevented talking comprehensibly.
She raised an eyebrow at the Doctor-woman’s words. Her tone of voice seemed almost pleased. She hade been assuming they were there for the same reason, and was glad she had pinned that one right. A fight right now would simply be bothersome. She nodded in greeting. “Glad we are on the same side Victoria. Call me Stilia, as to what I am, I think you’d rather see it later. I don’t think we have much time for a species chat.”
Only a few seconds passed by after her words, not even a minute, but the man seemed revitalized, standing up, quite tall even for a human, proving that she was right. She flinched slightly as he pulled the tube from his throat, wondering if he was going to throw up or something. He did something even more unexpected, pulling the chains from the wall. She supposed that solved the dilemma on how she was going to get him out of there.
He walked right by them, not making a single aggressive move. The chains dragged behind him, some of the wall still attached. Soon her old cover, the other guards, tried getting him, but soon they were all killed by a few simple moves, as the Wolven swung the chains around his head like a mere lasso. She watched wide-eyed. How interesting this was. Victoria’s voice snapped her to attention. She nodded and followed, as the Wolven ran she sped up her pace, breaking into a run as she followed him.
The man barreled up the stairs like a freight train, with one thing in his mind. His outfit, he wanted it. NO! He needed it! He felt naked with out it. He absolutely had to find it. He had heard all kinds of talk from the guards outside his cell about how it was locked up in the evidence locker upon the second floor. An alarm started blaring, as guards on the other sides of security cameras began slamming buttons and locking the place down. However, this place had been designed for mad men, not monsters. As he came upon the landing to the second floor, he tucked his elbow and leaned forward and slammed in to the locked door. The weak thing flew off it's hinges, slamming in to the back of another guard and sending him sprawling. Whether dead or not, Wolven cared little.
He ran along the corridor, stopping at every door. He lifted his foot each time and slammed it in to the wooden frames just above the handles busting each one down as he hunted despite the obvious signs beside each door. The poor man was never taught how to read after all. Finally, he came upon a metal door. He slammed his foot in to it, and it failed to budge. More guards where coming. He could hear them coming from both sides of the hallway. He had to move fast. Taking two steps back, he tucked his shoulders again, and slammed in to the door. Once, twice, three times. Finally, the fourth time the lock shattered inside and he kicked it open.
Dashing in to the room, he smiled a sadistic grin. There it was, his outfit. He picked it up, almost reverently as he ran his hands over it. Then he lifted it and set pulled it over his head. It settled upon his shoulders, his head fitting inside the head piece just like it was suppose to. He took the mouth bit in his mouth that worked the jaws while strapping the arm sections upon his arms. Working faster as he knew he had only a short time, he strapped it down tight and roared, causing the metallic mouth of the wolfish face to open then snap shut when he stopped, the claws upon his hands snapping in to combat place still stained a rusty reddish color from the dried blood upon them from his last kill.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Jul 20, 2012 15:32:26 GMT -5
( Sorry, I blocked... -_-)
Victoria ran after the madman, watching as he broke every door in his way. The alarm sounded, and she knew if they got the wolf-man she would be next, her and the her new female acquaintance, so avoiding guards sounded a good idea. Until now, that hadn't been necessary as the Wolven was taking care of that matter by his own hands. She stopped at the entrance of the metal door that the male destroyed, supporting her weight in the wall as she regained breath. The male came out off the room with what it seemed to be a metal suit shaped in form of a dog. “ This guy's really into the dog thing.
[/color]” She thought to herself.
“ What are you planning on doing now? Go on a killing spree?[/color]” She didn't even know if he understood English, or that he even talked! She feared that the madman planned revenge on those who locked him up, she knew it was almost impossible to prevent that from happen, this man could get out of control killing innocent humans that didn't have to die, and unnecessary deaths was something Victoria looked to prevent. She looked over her shoulder trying to see if the other female had followed, and then looking back to the Wolven. [/center]
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 21, 2012 17:31:58 GMT -5
She had to break into a full run to keep sight of the rampaging human. She had a slight case of jelly-legs, having been in so many different forms today, each requiring a different way of movement. She almost switched into a gorgon so that she could move faster, but knew it was not a good idea. If one of the humans saw her in any form other than humanoid, her cover would be blown. She would have to avoid her nest the rest of her life, for the moment she showed up, her snakes would be burned off and her eyes gouged out before being put back on the doorstep. That was something she did not want to happen.
She noticed broken doors, on either side of her. She wasn’t stupid enough to look in each one, as the path of broken wood showed he had moved on. At least breaking every door would slow him down enough for Victoria and herself to catch up to him. She found a broken metal door, and the other doors were intact. She swiftly followed Victoria, eyes widening as the psychotic human came out, looking like a metal wolf. That dashed some of her plans. She had been hoping to calm him with her innate ability once they got out of here, as so he wouldn’t kill several villages until his bloodlust was sated. She would have to think up a different method to calm him before they got out. If they got out, but Stilia could almost guarantee her own survival. She could run around the corner and become a mere moth if need be. It was the Wolven and Victoria who would be the ones to die, unfortunately.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Victoria’s words. “He is on one right now. Hopefully he doesn’t change his mind, the guards are probably close now.” She told her, grip tightening on her gun as she prepared for fight or flight. Hopefully Victoria knew how to fight, but she could already tell that this human had a knack for it.
The male growled, looking at the two females before him. He nodded, also noticing the gun in one of their hands. He knew that would come in handy. He was strong, but he was also limited. There would be many guards. All with guns, and at first they would shoot at his head and chest which would prove useless but they would learn quick enough and attack his stomach and legs. Suddenly a guard stepped up behind the girls, leveling a pistol at the back of the female demoness' head. He leap forward, claws snapping in to place and slashing upwards. The man's hand fell to the floor, still holding the gun as Wolven roared, the mouth of his suit opening up. THen he lunged farther, and the metallic teeth snapped shut on the man's neck. The unfortunate guard screamed as his collarbone shattered beneath the sheer amount of force. Blood spurted around the metal teeth, running down the man's chest and Wolven's as well, coating the floor. Wolven unlatched the jaws from the man's throat, letting him drop like a rag doll dead before he even hit the floor. He then turned and stalked down he hallway. He stepped in to the elevator, turning and waiting for the female to get in as he pushed the button to go the ground level. (Feel free to join him here Victoria, or take her own way. This was not meant to be a god mod of your character, just IF she got in with him. But he is going up the elevator XD XD)
The elevator moved slowly upwards, soft music playing around the male. He tapped his foot impatiently, then as the elevator dinged he snapped both his claws in to place and crouched slightly ready to lung at anybody if they should be there as the elevator doors began to slide open. Not seeing anybody he stood up and stomped right towards the front door, as guards suddenly surrounded him with guns leveled. He stopped, unsure of what to do about this. He couldn't take them all.
Post by Victoria Belmis on Jul 24, 2012 16:26:22 GMT -5
Victoria heard a noise behind her, but before she could turn she felt the cold barrel of a gun on the back of her head. She cursed herself for being so careless. Quickly the wolf-man snatched the hand holding it, falling to the floor still grabbed to the gun, Victoria dodged when the Wolven attacked the guard, killing the weak human. " Bad luck... [/color]" She commented.
She gazed at the dead body, and took the gun from bloody hand. Victoria had her faithful desert eagle, hidden in her back, but two guns could be useful, allowing her to shoot in different directions. She cleaned the blood using the guard's clothes, and gazed at the Wolven seeing him running into the lift. For seconds the idea of going her own way crossed her mind, but she reminded herself that he did help her out, the least she could do was to do same.
Victoria glanced at Stilia, indicating she was going to follow him, and she would probably want to join too. She runned to the lift. It almost seemed ridiculous. Waiting in elevator, listening to calm music, while probably dozens of men were now running with guns to catch them outside, she couldn't help a grin in the corner of her lips.
The doors opened and they were greeted by several man pointing guns at them. Victoria froze in silence. At the minimal move they would shoot, so she couldn't reach her eagle... They were in a bad spot.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Jul 27, 2012 17:23:18 GMT -5
When she heard the sound, it was too late. She turned to see a guard, his gun up and pointed at Victoria. She smirked at his idiocy, surely even humans know that they should go for the one with the weapon? Perhaps Victoria’s earlier trick, the one that made everyone scared, was backfiring and they felt as if the demon was the real threat.
Stilia raised her gun, ready to shoot when the Wolven stepped in. He made swift work of the other human, a bloody mess that ended with his suit somehow ripping out the other man’s neck, like a wolf would do. It really was no wonder that he had the nickname. He didn’t even pause after the brutal murder, stalking out of the room and heading down the not yet walked part of the hall. Before following him, Victoria scooped up the dead man’s gun, now having one that matched Stilia’s own. She could never keep track what types of guns she had used, but she had yet to settle on a favourite. The demoness cast her a glance before running out the door, after the Wolven once more.
It seemed the Wolven was fond of having the two woman chase him, and Stilia followed herself. She managed to squeeze through the elevator doors before they closed with their metallic clank. Stilia sighed as the smooth jazzy music played, wondering why the Wolven had chosen an elevator. It could easily be shut down, and a trap could easily have been laid. She wouldn’t have followed if her mission hadn’t gone in there. Did the wolf-man not think things through? Or perhaps he was hoping for a trap, and a bloody battle, as he seemed to have a taste for it.
She was quite surprised when the doorway was empty, but as soon as the Wolven stepped out, they swarmed quicker than a hoard of bees. She sighed. “By Euryale’s voice, I really do not have the time or patience for this.”
The men shouted at her to put down her gun, and she began to slowly crouch down, one hand up while the other was going to place it on the floor. Her eyes cast a glance at Victoria, “I hope you know how to dodge bullets.”
A plan was in her head, but she was afraid it would get the demoness or the Wolven killed. But if they took them into custody, that wouldn’t be any good either. Making a stupid decision, since they had no other choice, she shot one of the guards in the knee, before suddenly shifting into a mouse and scampering over. Near a guard, she shifted into a snake, biting into his foot before quickly slithering away. The humans were freaking out, as people shouldn’t be able to do such things. Several tried shooting at her, but that was her plan. Distract them, so that hopefully very few of them would be shooting at Victoria or Wolven. She slithered between their feet, shifting into different creatures to keep them distracted, attacking and injuring their feet. Bullets grazed her, but she would heal, causing the guards to panic even more. If Wolven or Victoria could just kill a few, she would shift into a bigger form to do more damage than foot injuries and distractions.
