Among The Filth (Nyght, Open)

[Apollo Lion]

The time was 12:33 AM. The draconian sat in the far corner of a nightclub. The music was as loud as a nightclub could have it, and there were people all around going crazy. Believe it or not, 12 pm was a young night, and the party was just getting started. Unfortunately for the draconian, he would not be able to enjoy it with the others.

I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Bayla, his most trusted dragon partner, telepathically communicated to him. She was in another corner of the nightclub, searching all around for something in particular. She took on the form of a woman in her 20s. She had on a gorgeous grey dressed that adorned her chest and back. Her hair was in curls, colored as red as an apple, and her eyes took on a beautiful shade of green. Bayla looked too much like a woman only the wealthy men could have, and the poor could only dream of having.

Apollo, however, was not dressed as beautifully as Bayla. He dressed regularly, with an iron-man shirt and plain blue jeans. He looked more of a kid than a man who belonged in a nightclub.

Nothing out of the ordinary?? He replied to her. This is the second nightclub we have been to in this city... The draconian planted his forehead on the table and sighed.

You can't expect Paris to give you instant results, Bayla said in hopes of cheering him up.

Again, though, Apollo sighed. This is ONE of the three clubs that we know to allow supernaturals only in Paris. You would think that a supernatural trafficker would come through here to snatch up a new victim. Apollo looked around the room again. He'd been looking for hours now, yet still there was not a strange phenomenon in sight. There were tons of supernatural creatures, though. From centaurs and minotaurs to elementals and vampires. All showed who they were in this club, yet a predator still remained hidden.

Apollo hated this. He was asked long ago by his hunter tutor to take care of a job in Paris. Young supernatural girls were being kidnapped, all last seen at a bar no mundane could ever get in. Only those that could show supernatural powers could enter, and if forced, the mundane who steped foot in any supernatural club would leave the premises remembering nothing.

A supernatural night club, bars with drinks, and younger women all around, Apollo noted. What supernatural creep would not show up?!

[Nyghtingale]

Nyghtingale has traveled a little bit, but not very far, from home in the hope of finding somewhere where she could just be...well herself. A young girl, only nineteen wandering around dressed all in black sporting that classical gothic punk look she got quite a few stares but most people left her alone for the most part. So she had wandered around Paris until long after darkness fell during which time she could move even easier then during the day. The half twilight that always lingered in the alleys shifted to pitch black, and that didn't both Nyghtingale in the least tiny bit. She could see in the dark even better then she could in the daylight. She didn't know why, but she supposed it had something to do with her magical background. So she had moved through the alleys, dodging the homeless and drunk easily in the dark as she moved towards the light and noise coming from what was clearly some sort of insanely large rave, or club of some sort or another.

Finding it, she knew she could not pay to actually get inside, however an entrance was the last thing she really wanted. She wanted some food, and possibly some money to get a room or just something in general. When you are poor, and have nothing but the cloths on your back anything at all sounds pretty amazing. So she moved through the crowds of people in front of the gleaming, booming club and moved down a back alley behind the building. With so many people, surely there was something she could get to eat out of the trash, or maybe somebody would simply give her something. Looking around, she lifted the lid on the dumpster and looked inside, then swore under her breath.

"Bloody Hell!" She looked at the ground and noticed the fresh scrape marks and sighed. The garbage had been emptied no more recently then a few hours ago. All that was inside was a bunch of nasty stuck upon the bottom and a few empty paper cups. She leaned back and let the lid slam shut loudly, annoyed with the fact her luck was so bad that she had to come here today, right after they emptied the dumpsters. She drummed her fingers on her hip, thinking. The night club would close down eventually, and then they would empty their garbage and she would have all she wanted more then likely. She just had to wait until that time, and find some way to pass the time. She huffed softly, glaring back down the alleyway where all the people where milling, drinking, and laughing having a wonderful time.

Her heart sank a little, thinking if her father had not been such a creepy weirdo that she could have been one of those people out there. Having fun, hanging out with friends, possibly even having a dreamy boyfriend. She day dreamed for a moment, imagining herself with some sexy dream boy who would take her out to parties such as this and have a wonderful time. Possibly taking her back somewhere where they could snog, possibly his hands would...

She jumped out of her revere when she heard a noise behind herself. She turned around, raising her fists instinctively before herself. She might be small, but she could sure pack a mean whollop of a punch as well as a little...extra behind it. She noticed somebody approaching her, but they where not stumbling like a drunk nor where they dressed like some homeless person from the corner. It was a well dressed young looking man, possibly in his twenties. He had accidentally kicked a metal can as he walked, and he stopped a respectful distance from Nyghtingale and nodded.

"Apologies for startling you, Fräulein. It was not my intention to sneak up upon you, I was just...uh..." He looked awkward for a second before a girlish giggle came from behind himself, and a girl appeared. Her eyes where glassy, and her hair a mess as she was attempting to fix her skirt. Nyghtingale rolled her eyes and slowly lowered her fists.

"Yea...no problem I guess. Sorry for interrupting you two." She said, glowering a bit at the girl, almost wishing she was in that girl's shoes again. Then she shook her head and moved out of the way. The girl looked at the guy, blushing then moved away but the man grabbed her arm stopping her. He turned her around, looking in to her eyes and began to speak clearly and firmly staring in her eyes. Nyghtingale watched, eyes wide and in shock.

"You will go back inside, and downstairs. There will be several people there to take you to my house. Remember...you love me..." He leaned in and kissed her hard, and as he pulled away the girl nodded absently, eyes glassy and turned to do what the guy said. Nyghtingale wondered if she had cut herself on the ground, as a trickle of blood was running down the side of her neck. Then the male turned back towards Nyghtingale, moving towards her smiling warmly. "It is alright, there is no need to be nervous or worried."

[Benjamin Locke]

    A supernatural nightclub. Lame! Those were Ben's thoughts as he chatted up a pair of young women. Not too young, mind you. He was pretty sure they were at least eighteen but Ben found it a little difficult to to tell when it came to goblins.The young man wasn't interested in them sexually, but they seemed to come from money and didn't mind buying him drinks. Ok, maybe Ben was a little interested.

    In the middle of joke he was telling, the young man noticed a pretty young girl enter. At first he continued with his joke but the glazed look in her eyes and the blood on her neck kept nagging at him. This was club for supes so it was entirely possible there were vamps on the prowl. It was also possible that girl had volunteered to be bitten. He'd heard that some vampers had a bite that was better than crank.

    Ben delivered the punchline and the two goblin women responded with what he assumed was laughter, but personally found to be somewhat grating on his delicate ears.

    "Now if you'll excuse me," Locke told the two, smiling. "I've got to make a brief trip to the lav. Don't you two go anywhere, now." Once he was no longer facing them, his smile disappeared. The young man sighed and resisted the urge to run one tan hand over his low hair. It was a nervous habit that he'd been trying to break.

    Just to get away from the loud noise and the crowds of people, Ben left the club for a few minutes. He nearly bumped into a young girl, narrowly avoiding getting blood on his new button up.

    "Watch it, lady!" Ben said, though she didn't seem to notice. Like the girl he'd seen earlier, she seemed pretty out of it. Curious, he glanced down the alley she'd just come from. There was some creepy guy. He was creepy. Oh, and another girl. "Creepy much?" The young man said in a disapproving tone. This vamper was totally cornering random young women in the alley and getting them addicted to his special sauce!

    "Have either of you seen my gummy bears?" Locke asked the girl and the guy in the alley, approaching. In his pocket, the young man traced the grip of a small pistol. He could totally kill them both and no one would ever know. What?

[Apollo Lion]

Ugh! I CAN'T BREATH IN HERE! I need some air... Apollo stood up and walked outside. Most creatures were coming in, so he had to push his way out. Once he met the fresh air, he breathed it in. It smelt so much better outside, whereas the air inside was filled with sweat, alcohol, and cigarette. The night sky also managed to calm his mood. inside, it was foul and growing even fouler by the every minute. Apollo didn't enjoy this job some times, but he was committed to it.

He reached into his pockets to take out a pack of cigarettes that he had freshly bought. It was so long since he smoked one, he was becoming proud of himself. The effects were addicting, almost as much as sex, he was once told. Although, Apollo did not experience the pleasure of sex as he did of smoking, so he wasn't sure.

Apollo placed the pack back in his pocket as he suddenly heard a voice. "It is alright, there is no need to be nervous or worried," the voice said in a very creepy way. Apollo moved to investigate the noise, and came upon a lightly pale man looking at a dirty teen girl.



Apollo... Bayla called to him, but he didn't answer. She was becoming very angry at him. She was still in his reach, and she knew that he could still hear her, but he would not answer. She thought about screaming his name, but that would mean taking her focus out of her new task, which was following someone.

The dragon noticed that a lot of younger girls were walking like zombies towards a back room. Most of them had bite marks on their necks, and blood trickling down it. If that didn't spell out 'SUSPICIOUS' to other people then other people were idiots.

The door to the back was opened, to Bayla's surprise. Slowly, she snuck inside, making sure to step as lightly as she could with heels on. She commemorated herself for at least being quiet, especially since she use to be very horrible with heels. She called them a curse upon women's feet, and the horrible creation of human beings. Now, she proudly wore them when on a hunt, and knew how to work them too.

Bayla walked down a long corridor. There were doors on each wall, yet every inside were very vacant. She couldn't smell a trace of any creatures, not yet at least. Soon she heard subtle voices coming from a corner. She turned it, then saw an opened door that had light coming from it. She moved in slowly, all the while keeping her feet as silent as a mouse's.

As she got closer, she began to hear words that she could not understand. Any language other than her own was a mystery to her, and without Apollo, Bayla couldn't communicate with anyone. When she got even closer, she could see a lineup of young girls, and in front of them, checking them out, and touching them, were males. An Orc, a Gorgon, and a minotaur, all looking over four girls of different supernatural race.



Apollo... Bayla called to the draconian, but he couldn't answer. Events were taking place before him, and he couldn't afford to be distracted. "Creepy much?" Apollo heard another male's voice say. The new male sounded so familiar that Apollo could almost put his voice to a face. It was that guy that joined Apollo on his quest, and met just a few days ago in Italy. It appeared that the draconian could never get rid of him. "Have either of you seen my gummy bears?" The new male said, leaving Apollo to ponder on what he meant.

Since everyone was seeming to cut in on this creepy guy's 'game,' it would not hurt if Apollo did the same. He silently stepped from his hiding spot, making noise to let everyone know that he was around when he was ready. As Apollo saw that the creepy guy took on the form of a vampire, he almost jumped at the creature with his gun.

Keep calm, Apollo reminded himself. Don't let them see through you. "Yo," The draconian then greeted everyone. "Looks like there is a party going on here. Do you mind if I join in?" Apollo kept his fingers around his back, holding sternly on that glock that managed to hide in his back holster.

[Nyghtingale]

Nyghtingale was so focused upon the man before, almost drowning in his eyes. She did not even notice herself taking a step forward, coming with in reach of the man. She half turned through when not just one, but two other male voices came from behind her. She saw them both, and her eyes widened in fear. Was this a trap, had she just been ambushed by three different men at the same time. She did not know what to do, she was surrounded now. However that was the least of her worries, when suddenly the original guy she had seen grasped her arm. She jerked back towards him, looking at him when suddenly she felt her mind go... well it felt sort of cloudy. She felt as if she had forgotten something really important, and she just could not get her mind around what it was she had forgotten. She frowned, then realized what it was she had forgotten. This man, grasping her arm, he was her friend of course! Her father knew this man, and he was extremely nice to her her whole life. She relaxed, having come to the conclusion and turned to look at the other two men who had shown up.

"No, we have not seen your stupid gummy bears. No please go away and leave us alone!" Her eyes then darted to the second male who had shown up and shook her head, her hood sway around her head. "Yes we do mind, please leave and go away!" She demanded, clenching her fists slightly.

Behind her them male vampire was smirking, resting his hand on the female's shoulder. He had implanted her with the memory so easily. What a stupid, naive little girl. She had been so easy to dupe and get close enough to work his magic upon, and now these guys whoever they where would either leave them alone, or have to go through the little girl before himself now to get to him. Not to mention he had his other powers, besides implanting memories in others. That was a simple trick and his favor to trick stupid girls in to sacrificing their freedom, lives, money, possessions, and everything else in to becoming slaves that he would sell all over the world for whatever purpose the buyer wanted. Plus, he got a good little female bonus occasionally before shipping them off. Not a bad deal, to be paid for doing something and a little extra from the top. Literally and figuratively.

[Benjamin Locke]

    The young woman, apparently not having been cornered at all, seemed quite upset with Ben for interrupting whatever weirdness seemed to be going on in the alley. She was awfully rude and it maybe hurt the young man's feelings a bit.

    "Ok, ok. You don't have to be rude, ya know," Locke told her grumpily. Now he was in a bad mood and he showed his bad mood by putting his hands in his pockets and pouting.

    Meanwhile, a wild apple had appeared and asked to join some party. The young man peered at the other curiously. Was this kid on something? There was no party going on in the alley way. But whatever. Ben didn't really care. He waved over his shoulder as he turned the corner, leaving the alleyway and disappearing a moment later, teleported off to a small candy store that just so happened to have the best gummy bears ever.

[Apollo Lion]

As soon as Apollo appeared, the girl began to panic. She looked at each man with fear, as though she was a cornered mouse. She didn't know what to do, or who to trust? However, as the vampyre touched her, she began to calm down. And soon, she was calm again, and stood next to the vampyre. 

"No, we have not seen your stupid gummy bears. No please go away and leave us alone!" She said to the stranger who Apollo met before. And to Apollo she said, "Yes we do mind, please leave and go away!" She clenched her fists, showing anger clearly.

"Ok, ok. You don't have to be rude, ya know," the stranger replied, then exited the alley, leaving Apollo with these two.

The draconian laughed. "Alright then... I guess I'll go..." Apollo moved around the same corner the stranger did. However, instead of completely leaving, he hid behind the corner, listening closely to see when he would be needed.

[Nyghtingale]

Seeing that his ploy had worked, the vamprye grasped the young girl by the upper bicep and growled. He began to to guide her towards the door where the other female had entered the club earlier, grinning nastily. "Oh, do not worry. We have a certain policy for young little girls such as yourself. Somebody so young...your probably 'pure' and will fetch a wonderful price on the market. So you will not be preused by the others before being sold." He laughed, grabbing the door and jerking it open. He roughly shoved Morgan inside, closing the door behind himself. He smirked, and twisted the deadbolt locking the back door in case any smart ass people decided they wanted to sneak in to the club a back way and stumble upon their business downstairs.

Keeping his firm, bruising her arm with his unnaturally strong grip. She whined softly, trying to wriggle free of his painful grip. "Hey, your hurting me!" She said, trying to brush his hand away, but the vamprye simply shook her violently making her cry out loudly in pain.

"Shut up, little wench! You will learn your place soon enough, and how to keep your little trap shut unless ordered to open it!" He laughed, leering at her wondering if he should teach her what he meant...after all that would not soil her "purity".

[Apollo Lion]

The moment Apollo left, the male vampire growled. "Oh, do not worry," it began. "We have a certain policy for young little girls such as yourself. Somebody so young...your probably 'pure' and will fetch a wonderful price on the market. So you will not be preused by the others before being sold."

The perverse demon! Apollo thought as he finally understood what was going on. This vampyre was his target, and that girl was the vampyre's target. Everything was clear, however, until he tried to understand why the girl would want to even be alone with this creature. Maybe she was charmed by him somehow? She seemed homeless, by the dirt on her clothing; maybe she really wanted to go with him? 

While Apollo thought, he allowed the male and the girl to get away. Shit! He said to himself as he noticed the door slam behind his target. He raced over to quickly open it. Unfortunately, it was locked. Shit, shit, shit! Apollo began to panic. He took out his gun and loaded it, placing the silencer in its rightful place. Calmly, he aimed the weapon at the door handle and prepared to shoot-

Hey, your hurting me! He suddenly heard. Apollo looked around the area, wondering where that voice had come from. It sounded exactly like that girl who was lured sounded. He heard more: Shut up, little wench! You will learn your place soon enough, and how to keep your little trap shut unless ordered to open it! This came from a new voice, a voice that sounded oddly like the vampyre male.

Apollo paused, finally realizing where those voices where coming from. They were not anywhere near him, anymore. Instead, they were coming from his head. He closed his eyes, focusing on looking through different eyes. Through the eyes of his most trusted, most reliable and fierce partner, Bayla.

He could see... Stairs. Bayla was looking down, at her feet, and walking up stairs. She seemed to be concentrating on something. When she stepped, it was silent. For some reason, she was sneaking about. Then suddenly, she looked up, and saw a man holding onto a girl tightly. The man's back was to Bayla, and the girls frightened face could be seen clearly. At a closer look, Apollo could see that who Bayla was looking at was the homeless girl from before.

Then, a gun suddenly appeared. Bayla's gun. It pointed straight towards the male's face. Then, Bayla pulled the trigger. The shot sounded loudly, and even Apollo could hear it from the other side of the door.

[Nyghtingale]

Nyghtingale was struggling harder now, trying to get away from the male gripping her arm painfully. Her flesh was already turning red, with speckles of green and yellow promising a exceptionally nasty bruise and the male vampyre was still tightening his grip. She cried out in pain, tried to use all of her strength to break away. The vampyre growled at her, turning to look at her even as he shoved another doorway open revealing a flight of stairs behind himself. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words never left his lips.

Having his back to the stairwell he had just opened, he never saw the female behind himself nor the gun that she drew. Nyghtingale opened her mouth, eyes wide in shock. The opened mouth turned in to a scream that was drowned out with the reverberating, ear drum shaking clap as the fire arm coughed forth death. Blood, brains, and tiny white shards of cranium sprayed all over the wall, the ceiling, and unfortunately all over Nyghtingale's hair and face. She screamed louder, but these screams where drowned out as well because by now thousands of screams where coming from the main hall where people had heard the gun shot and scream and where in full panic mode as they streamed out the doors in to the streets.

Nyghtingale did NOT want to die and she did not know who this gun wield maniac was who had just blow a person's head nearly half off was. She only knew that she was in serious danger. However, her arm had been finally released and she used this opportunity to draw her hands back towards her chest. She concentrated hard, pulling in her power and condensing it in to her hands as well as drawing upon every scrap of power around her.

From the carpets, her cloths, and even the lights around them that began to explode and rain glass everywhere she gathered the energy. Her hair was not standing on end as if she had thrust her finger in to an electrical socket and her hands cupped before her was crackling before a brilliant arcing blast of lightning streaking away from her towards the female.

Nyght was scared, and had not aimed the released of electricity all that well and she really did not want to KILL anybody but simply defend herself. She had been hoping that the gun in the female's hands might attract the bolt, however she was not about to wait around to find out. She spun on her heels, dashing back down the hallway the way the vampyre had dragged her. She came to the door, and throwing her hands out she sent out another air sizzling blast of electrical energy that blasted through the handle and lock of the door. She crashed in to the door causing it to swing open wildly and she flew out, spilling on to the concrete of the alleyway she had just left tears running down her cheeks.

[Apollo Lion]

Bayla was very satisfied at her results as she fired off her weapon at the man. His head exploded brilliantly, scattering bits of what was once him all over the walls and floor. The dragon didn't re-notice the girl until she screamed, as did everyone from the club. Bayla was surprised to hear that with even with the club's loud music people still heard the shot; she wasn't so surprised to see that the girl was fairly disoriented. 

Before Bayla could even show that she was friendly, the girl placed a hand to her chest. Instantly, the electricity around the area began to act strange, and bulbs were being destroyed right near where Bayla stood. Unfortunately, the dragon was too slow to realize what was going on as a blast of pure electricity poured into her body.

The dragon fidgeted among herself until she came falling to the floor, stunned for a brief moment while the electricity coursed its way out of her. 

Apollo was on the other side of the door, and he felt all that Bayla felt; though, without the added consequence. He moved away from the door in pain, resting on the nearest wall. He was hurting just as much as Bayla. Although, he wasn't hurting bad enough to see that the girl who just shocked his dragon fell out of the club, and that turning around the corner and heading towards the stairs, and to Bayla, were a group of supernatural men.

Apollo quickly jumped to his feet and fell right at the steps of the club. He loaded his gun and aimed it right at the first supernatural to tread the corridor, a minotaur. Apollo pulled the trigger and connected the bullet into the beasts arm. It yelled in pain, held its injury, then moved back around the corner for cover.

Bayla, Apollo called out to the dragon. Yet still, Bayla was very shocked from her recent electrocution. She couldn't move, and Apollo could barely reach her mind. "Dammit!" Apollo screamed. "Bayla, move!"

[Nyghtingale]

Morgan quickly shoved her hands beneath herself and lifted her body up off the ground. She had scrapped her hands up pretty bad, she could already feel that much. Her right knee was pretty banged up as well, but she did not think it was to terribly injured. Then a shout beside her made her jump to her feet and spin around. Another gun shot rang out, and the man from earlier who had spoken to her was there, aiming his weapon down the hallway. The female she had blasted was still down, but there where larger hulking shadows at the end of the hallway.

Blinking, Morgan realized the gunshot had no been directed at herself this time, but at the whatever those large...shadowy things where down the hallway and that was what was holding them back. She frowned, her cloudy mind starting to piece things together slowly with the insanity happening around her. This man, he had talked about interrupting a party, and she had been rude in return. That was because the other man had touched her and she and remembered him...wait, she had remembered? Was it that big of a coincidence she had just randomly remembered that a complete stranger who she had no recollection of before this day touched her and she was suddenly his friend? Maybe that person...was dangerous, and this male and whoever that female where had been sincerely out to help her.

Now she suddenly felt guilty, having just blasted that female with enough electrical energy to scramble a entire team of horses' brains. The guilt chewed away at her inside like a dragon coiling around her heart, nibbling away at the edges of her consciousness. It had been an accident, but the female should have gave her some warning that she was there to help, should she not have? Instead of just blowing somebody's brains all over her. Oh lord! There was blood and brains all over her face and hair!

Unable to help herself, Morgan ran to the wall and leaned against it. She vomited all over the wall and ground, heaving her guts up violently in reaction to the the thought she had somebody's brains and blood and skull all over her face, hair, and body. She retched again, puking more until there was nothing left in her stomach. Not once did anything more then this cross her mind, despite the violent fighting happening right next to her. It was surreal, like some movie scene a little ways off in her head.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    A supernatural human trafficking ring in Paris that specialized in supes. How lovely. The young man had traveled to the European city after hearing the tale from an eastern european hooker in New York. At first, Jack hadn't felt inclined to involve himself. After all, Europe was all the way over there.

    Unfortunately, distance wasn't an object for one who could teleport and the injustice of it all whispered bloody thoughts in the back of his mind. So he'd taken his pistol and decided to go clubbing. The social sort, it didn't take him long to follow the rumors surrounding this particular establishment and pass the entry test with flying colors.

    For this particular mission, the young man was dressed rather inconspicuously. Wearing jeans, shirt, and a light jacket for the weather, Jack certainly didn't stick out from the crowd as what would would describe as suspicious. Tucked into his waistband was his P226, the matching suppressor in a hidden jacket pocket next to his knife and a bag of silver dust.

    After a few minutes chatting up more than a few women, Jack couldn't help but notice dazed women making their way through a door into some sort of back room. The blood on their neck. Every last one seemed to match the kidnappers' MO. After another woman, who happened to be Bayla, disappeared through the door he got off his ass and decided to investigate.

    Met with a long corridor, Jack proceeded to take out his pistol and attach the suppressor. After disengaging the safety, the young man continued walking with caution. There were a number of rooms and he decided to investigate one that looked like some sort of office. On it's desk were several papers detailing shipping dates and cargo containers. The young man tucked these away in his pocket for later.

    A loud gunshot resounded through the corridor and Jack knew he had to hurry, giving the remaining rooms only enough of a glance to tell that there were no occupants. He came upon a room that held the girls If there had been guards at one point, they'd all left to investigate the gunshot.

    Taking advantage of the distraction caused by Bayla and pals, Jack examines the women. They seemed out of sorts, but more or less in good shape. He began to herd them back towards the relative safety of the nightclub. They were confused but went along willingly, offering little resistance. Whatever had affected them seemed to be wearing off but Fletcher couldn't stick around to babysit.

    Jack checked to make sure his gun was loaded before making his way towards where he could hear gunfire. The girls couldn't exactly go to the police but they would be fine so long as there was no one left to go after them.

    He came upon a scene where a motley group were hiding behind a corner, taking fire from someone outside the young man's line of sight. After yanking away any metal they might be carrying, Jack didn't hesitate to bring his pistol to bear. He took them by surprise and put one round through the orc's throat, followed by one a few inches higher that decorated the wall with gore. The gorgon male managed to react in time to throw one hand up and cry no. There wasn't much left of his hand or the face it had been blocking once Jack moved on.

    The minotaur remaining bellowed and began to charge but hardly made it a couple steps before the young man emptied the remainder of his clip into his chest. Jack noted the wound in it's arm, knowing he hadn't put it there. He edged up to the corner cautiously, reloading, before producing his knife. Using it as a mirror, he peeked at what lay around the end.

    "The kidnappers are dead. Don't shoot!" Jack called out, seeing a boy around his age and one of the women who'd disappeared through the door earlier. Since the kid had been shooting at the thugs, Jack assumed they'd both arrived with similar intent. Perhaps an alliance wouldn't be out of the question.

    "We're on the same side here."

[Apollo Lion]

Behind him, Apollo could hear the homeless girl throwing up. He wanted to go over and see if she was okay, but he was too focused on the mythical monsters to cater to her. The beasts he hunted were trying to harm Bayla, who was slowly becoming mobile. She could climb her way up the stairs, but standing was still not an option. 

While Apollo held off the minotaur, he could hear several sounds of grunts and wet splattering materials. He heard someone say no, then noticed how the minotaur headed deeper into the hall and away from Bayla. When silence fell the corridor, Apollo stood and looked down the hall with curiosity. Before he could decide to walk down and see what was going on, Apollo heard a familiar voice say, "The kidnappers are dead. Don't shoot!"

Apollo furrowed his brow from how familiar that voice really was. "Jack?" Apollo questioned, hoping that he was thinking of the right person. Bayla could now stand, and a heavy mean look was given to the girl behind Apollo. Bayla wanted to rip her guts open and see what was on the inside. She was no exactly happy with the traveler.

Apollo quickly grabbed Bayla's arm, stopping her from doing something drastic and horrible.

[Nyghtingale]

Nyght could hear the shouting, and the gunfire, and everything else happening around her. However she could not make any sense of what was happening. Her mind was reeling, her senses completely thrown off by everything all at once happening. She was not use to such things happening. These sorts of things did not happen in real life. People trying to kidnap her, heads disappearing in a shower of blood and bones and brains that splattered all over her, gunfights at night clubs. Was this really happening, or was this all some sort of trip. Maybe somebody had slipped her some drugs somewhere along the line. Perhaps that sandwich she had eaten had been laced with drugs. It was not a completely unlikely scenario, seeing as the sandwich had come out of the dumpster from behind a popular club known for drug use and the trips experienced by the people with in the club itself.

Having finally come to the conclusion of what was happening to her she groaned softly. Maybe she just needed to go lay down and sleep off whatever she had accidentally ingested.