Scrolls of Alexandria

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght snorted, taking her hand off Amou's wrist slightly disgusted with the guy. He was obviously not quite as intelligent as he appeared to be, if he had missed the fact that those two seemingly random words where spells and the fact that you had to do SOMETHING with the items they gathered instead of just chucking them all in to a bowl together and hope for the best. What an idiot. She wiped her hand on her napkin, wanting to get the dirty feel of him off her. She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest and listened to Marcus' explanation as to what he was hoping to accomplish. She looked between the two males, waiting for them to stop their stupid discussion about 'gods' and 'blessings'. She finally leaned forward at Amou's question, and jabbed her finger forward and drove it into his ribs painfully.

     "If you two are quite finished babbling about that nonsense, we however do have a 'shopping' list of items to get that are all over the Middle East. So unless you want to sit here debating for the next day we should get moving. Not to mention we still have our...other FRIEND," she placed heavy emphasis on that word with a look at Ghost, "as well. So I am not sure if we have room for another person upon our trip, not to mention somebody who is only suppose to be translating this scroll for us."

     She pointedly took the scroll away from it, rolling it carefully back up and sliding it back inside the plastic tube and screwing the cap back upon it. She slid the little nylon strap over her shoulder and look at Ghost and raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"

[Marcus Drago]

Well this was interesting. Marcus looked at the girl, amused with her as she blatantly refused another straggler for this journey. She mentioned how Amou's only role was to translate, however, Marcus saw more use from an educational man like him. He saw no use for her, though, other than to argue with until the end of their journey. 

When she placed the scroll back in its case, she looked at him with a raised brow. "Well?" She said, probably expecting him to either agree with her or argue against her. Well, he was definitely going to argue against her. 

"I'm not taking either of you," he said. "This is MY job, and I'M going to complete it without the both of you." He leaned on the table, releasing his aura of fear. Everyone in the cafe felt a wave of terror rush through them. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seat while others froze in fear. Amou stepped away from Marcus, noticing how the daemon's hand went into his jacket. "Now," Marcus said to Night. "Would you please give me the scroll?"

"Not a single one of you are going anywhere." Marcus looked at Amou and widened his eyes as he saw a blade run through the translators neck. Someone was behind Amou, and they were not revealed until Amou fell to the floor. "Or, at least that what he told me to say." A woman stood behind Amou's dead body. Her neck was completely twisted, and her head hung down her chest. Yet, she could still move, and she could still speak. In both hands she held a knife in a malicious way, but her face looked as though she was scared, and Marcus could tell that she had just been crying. She wanted to start again, but it appeared that her tears did not work. Still, she said, "Help me..."

All of a sudden, almost every costumer in the store either stood or turned towards Marcus and Night, all grabbing the nearest weapon they could find. They were being overrun, and their only escape was blocked by three already dead people. 

Marcus stood and backed away towards a window, noticing as Amou suddenly stood as well. His neck was still gushing blood, and he was still choking, but he was moving towards Marcus like he didn't just die. Together, almost all of the beings began chanting, "Give me the scroll, give me the scroll, give me the scroll." 

Marcus sighed. "Nothing is ever easy," he said to himself.

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght glared at Ghost, eyes flashing in anger and about to argue with him when shit hit the fan. Amou was suddenly falling dead, and pretty much everybody in the establishment was moving towards them all at the same time now. When demanded that she hand over the scroll, Nyght did what just about anybody would expect from her.

     She jerked away from them, her upper lips actually pulling back in to a full on snarl. Why where these people always trying to take her scroll away from her? WHY! She was getting angry again, and she could feel the energy building with in herself. This time she did not hesitant or fight against it. She drew it all in towards her, the lights began to explode all over the building as she drew the power from them to herself. She sucked it towards herself rapidly this time, then screamed at the people coming towards them.

    "FUCK YOU!"

     She screamed at them, releasing the energy and blasting it out of her body in towards the people closing in upon them. The people closest towards her literally where blasted off their feet, falling backwards away from her as the ones behind them staggered and seemed to become stunned for a moment. She then whirled around, pointing her finger past Ghost at the wall and barked another word. It was the word she had just learned from the scroll and why she chose this one she was not sure but she called upon it with power and meaning. "Acidus!" A cone of slightly yellowish, translucent liquid exploded from her fingertip and sprayed forth against the wall and window behind Marcus. The entire section began to sizzle and fizz loudly, and the wall suddenly crumbled and collapsed completely.

     She turned around once more, and with another snarling bark of the word and gesture of her finger, she sent a blast of corrosive acid spraying upon many of the undead creatures shambling towards them now. Then she dove out the window whether Ghost went before her not, landing upon her feet and gripping the tube with the scroll inside it and stood up again. She looked from side to side, glaring up and down the streets to see if there was anybody else about to come out and assault her.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus stood back as he noticed all the signs of what Night would do next. Her hair beginning to rise, light bulbs destroying themselves; all symptoms of one hell of an electricity blast about to be made. Marcus wanted to stay as far away from her as he could. Though he hated being afraid of a little girl, he was not stupid enough to take on a blast of horrifying voltage.

As she let loose her power on all of the walking dead, Marcus noticed how they convulsed and flew from their current position. The daemon was surprised to see that they responded regularly to electricity, as though their brains still functioned normally. He made a mental note of this for the next time he may need to face them.

When the girl was done with the zombies she turned around and faced Marcus. With quick reflexes, Marcus moved out of the way as she said the scroll's spell. Instantly, a ball of hot liquid flew towards a part of the glass window and wall that was behind Marcus. The entire part which the liquid landed began to fizz, then it melted away until a proper hole was formed. I feel sorry for who ever is paying for that, Marcus thought to himself. 

As soon as the hole was big enough to walk through, Night went through it, and Marcus followed behind. She paused when she got outside, making sure that no one else was going to attack her, Marcus assumed. As soon as he could greet the fresh air, Marcus walked past Night and down the sidewalk. "This way," was what he would say when he passed her. He wouldn't stop, but he would certainly look around him to see if she followed. 

However, as he looked to see if she was near, he saw the zombies from before step out of the same hole. One of the zombies had its face touched by the acid, and it was still moving while the acid melted the skin under its eyes. That gave Marcus the creeps, and he shivered while goosebumps ran through his body. Walking on foot was not going to be the best way to get rid of them, he knew. 

Marcus looked at where he was going until he spotted an oncoming car. It was a black Izuzu truck that Marcus often spotted in this city. Thinking quickly, he sent his magic into the truck. Abruptly, he made it stop. Luckily, there were no cars behind it, otherwise a giant crash would have occurred. When the truck stopped, Marcus made the driver see their worst nightmares. The driver was a young woman, probably of the age 20. Marcus was sure that she was a business woman since she was dressed formally. When she looked at Marcus she screamed, horrified of his image. Marcus didn't mind her screams, since who she was seeing was someone who she was most terrified of, and opened her driver's door. She tried her best to fight against him, but Marcus was very strong, and she was thrown out of her vehicle by him. 

"Get in," Marcus told Night, then he sat in the driver's seat. Marcus waited for Night to get in, and when she did he would slam his foot on the accelerator. The truck would thrust forward, driving at a fast pace until Marcus no longer saw those zombies. While he drove, Marcus would almost get into three wrecks, still not stopping until he thought it was safe.

[Nyghtingale]

Nyght moved with Ghost, she saw him stop the vehicle and moved towards the driver. After pulling her from the vehicle and getting in, she was already sliding in to the passenger side when he spoke. She was not about to be left behind in the hands of a bunch of walking dead. She slammed the door shut, then turned around and opened the window behind their heads and looked out of it. She was watching, just in case she needed to throw a blast of acid at an approaching zombie or anything else. However nothing suddenly came up at them from behind, and she soon closed the window and settled down, feeling drained a little from her spell casting but they where pretty simple spells.

She settled back in her seat and stayed there with the scroll tucked in the corner of the cabin, seat, and her body as she tried to slow her breathing and heart rate after that wild fiasco. She shoot a look over at Ghost but it was not a dirty look or anything else, just a plain look before she went back to staring out the window and staying as quite as possible.

[Marcus Drago]

Silence, that's what Marcus needed now. He could live his entire lifetime and still enjoy the comfort of silence. Thankfully, there was silence in the car. No talking between Marcus or Night, just a long ride filled with silence. Marcus came across an intersection whose traffic light was turning red. Since they were no longer near the coffee shop, so Marcus thought it safe to stop at the light.

While he allowed the truck to rest, Marcus took out his note paper and looked them over. The list was long but Marcus could handle it if the road was easy. After recollecting what just happened, Marcus knew that this job was going to be tough. He handled challenging work before, but none quite like this. Once he had to murder a vampire guild who had taken over a part of New York; another time he had to murder a man who turned the whole of a small town into a zombie infestation; yet never did he have to handle one extremely powerful supernatural being trying to raise a 'sleeping God.' 

Marcus' mind raced to that supernatural being, noting every ability it seemed to have. From the abilities it showed already, Marcus knew that the dog could turn into stone and raise a small army of undead for his own benefit. It managed to track Marcus down properly, so maybe it was clairvoyant. Marcus pondered a little more until a car behind him honked their horn loudly. He was too busy thinking that he hadn't realized the traffic light turned green. 

"Yeah, yeah. I fucking hear you, jackass," Marcus said to the car behind him. He pressed lightly on the accelerator and turned the wheel, making the truck gently flow to a left lane. As he did so, he heard the rush of engines from a nearby car. He did't think much of it, since he trusted that everyone knew what the hell they were doing while on the road. However, when a car smaller than Marcus' truck managed to slam into Night's side, the daemon wished that he had only trusted himself.

At the impact, the car spun until Marcus and Night were completely facing the car that smashed them. What was hit on Marcus' truck was only the back rear fender, so she should be safe from harm. Marcus' however, managed to hit his head hard on his window, making it crack and the back of his mind bleed red liquid. Marcus felt his head and looked upon his blood, seething with hot anger. He glanced at the driver of the other car, only to be greeted with deep white and lifeless eyes. The driver of the car was dead, been dead for a while, but still moved as though they were alive. 

"Can we EVER escape this punk?!" Marcus screamed before noticing another oncoming car. This one was the same as the one who crashed into him. The driver was dead, yet moving as thought it had life in it, and driving straight towards him and Night as though it wanted to ram into them and kill them. Marcus quickly pulled the car into reverse and began driving backwards with incredible speed. The truck began to race down the road with the Undead's car right behind/in front of it, passing cars and ignoring traffic lights as it tried to get rid of its tail. 

[Nyghtingale]

     When Ghost stopped at the light, Nyght turned around and sat down properly and looked over at Ghost as he swore at the vehicle honking behind them. Her lips parted as if she was going to say something, but then the sudden collision with them threw her side ways. Having not been properly bucked in, she slide sideways and collide with Ghost and struck the side of her head on the steering wheel. It was not bad, at least not as bad as Ghost's injury but it stung and have her a throbbing head ache. She was not sure if the head ache was entirely the collision with the steering wheel, or her blood pressure shooting through the roof as she got pissed off again.

     Pushing out of Ghost's lap where she had all but landed, she slid across the seat again. She jammed the button to lower the window, sending a bit of electrical current through the gears and over driving the small motor to hurry it up. She did not care if she burnt the motor out, it was not her vehicle.  She extended her hand, upper lip pulled back in rage and snarling at the undead thing. How she was coming to loathe these things. She felt the energy of the car's battery nearby, and began calling it to herself, draining the power for the car. She did not want it starting the engine up and ramming them again while they where so exposed.

     When Ghost threw the damaged vehicle in to reverse, she looked forward to notice the car chasing them backwards now. She flicked her wrist out and directed the energy she had drawn from the other vehicle and directed it at the other chasing car. She directed the energy in to the other car's battery, grinning a wicked smile. Beneath the hood inside the battery, the sulfuric acid and distilled water began to boil causing the the case of the battery to swell and melt. Diatomic hydrogen began to leak from the cells through cracks and fissures in the battery, mixing with the oxygen in the air.

     Nyght pulled her hand back inside the car as the car in front of them exploded in to a sudden ball of fire that engulf the engine first, then the cab of the vehicle. A secondary explosion ripped the car apart, sending shrapnel in all directions. She began giggling slightly, a high pitched slightly maniac laughter from her as she enjoyed the destruction of the vehicle by her own hands even though that had not been her actual intention. She was just been wanting to overcharge the battery and stop the vehicle. That however was a much more satisfying result, that made her feel...well kinda powerful and she liked it. However all her magical use was draining her rapidly. She did not think she had ever used so much magic before in one day.

     She felt weary, drained...like she had run several miles and was only now getting a rest. She slouched in her seat, frowning wondering if this was something that was going to happen every time she used a lot of magic. If so, was there a way to replenish her power? Or was there a way to increase her stamina so she could caste more spells with out being drained? She would need to look in to that area of thought as soon as possible. Being able to caste more spells would certainly be extremely useful, and could probably save her life. At the rate she was going now, she was going to be completely worn out before the day was even over with, and then how was she going to help Ghost at all? She would be totally dependent upon him.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus whistled in delight when Night made the car explode. He was impressed with the show of power that she had. She was smart enough to use her powers in many special ways, and Marcus was sure that she would make someone one hell of an enemy some day. As she sat back in her seat and laughed maniacally at her own destruction, Marcus let go of a smile and a small chuckle of his own. "Impressive," he told the girl. "I can do without the laugh though."

Marcus' only attention was behind him, where he was driving 75 miles per hour down a road, not to be confused with a highway. He managed to avoid bumping into cars by switching lanes, but soon he would come to an intersection, then this truck would look even less pretty than it did now. In order to avoid another crash, Marcus sent magical energy into the vehicle. With one hand on the wheel, he lifted the other. Suddenly, the truck began to float. Marcus took this opportunity to turn the truck around, then sent it high in the air to avoid an oil tanker truck. 

Marcus flew the truck past several more vehicles until the road was clear enough to land. When it was, the Izuzu touched the ground not-so-smoothly, bouncing and shaking until it could cruise down the road again. When everything seemed to be safe, Marcus suddenly stopped the truck, almost causing another crash with the car behind him. Marcus' truck blocked the road, preventing the other cars from moving past him. If they wanted to go on, they would need to cross a very deep ditch that definitely seemed hard to traverse. 

When Marcus stopped, he quickly got out of his truck and walked to the nearest car, which was a black Innoson truck this time. There was something about Marcus and trucks in Africa that seemed very strange. The driver of this vehicle was a male and got out to yell at Marcus. The daemon didn't understand the language, though, so he simply walked to the driver and whacked him in the head with the butt of his pistol. He was being incredibly rude today, for some reason. After he knocked out the driver, Marcus threw the driver into the ditch and got inside the new car. He waited for Night to get in before he made his former truck move out of his way and drove off. With this new vehicle, Marcus hoped that the zombies would think twice before attacking him. There were also tainted windows on this car, which helped to conceal Marcus and Night within it. 

"Are you alright?" Marcus would ask Night when they were safely flowing down the roads again.

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght was thoroughly freaked out now. Ghost was driving like a psychotic person, and she planted her feet against the dashboard and used her arms to hold on to the handle above the door and pressed against the headrest of his seat to keep herself centered. The man has apparently lost his freaking mind and was trying to kill them. She glanced over her shoulder once, and saw the on rushing oil tanker. At this point, she was pretty certain she was going to die. So she just clenched her eyes, and waited for the inevitable. She did not pray, she knew nobody to pray to. She did not lament her wasted life, there was not much life there to lament anyways and what she did have was not lamentable.

     However Nyght did not die in a fiery explosion. Instead, her stomach felt like it had dropped out of her ass and unable to help herself she cracked her eyes open and peered out the window to figure out what in the world had happened. She noticed that they where in fact....flying. Her eyes snapped wide opened, and she was pretty certain she felt her chin drop completely on to her own lap somehow. She then screamed, jerking away from the window and clenched her eyes shut. It was not that she was AFRAID of heights, she really honestly did not mind them. She just was not expecting to find herself suddenly soaring above the ground in a smashed up, rickety old truck. That was slightly shocking to say the least, not to mention everything else that she had had to deal with today already.

     She did not scream again, even when the truck slammed in to the ground though she did squeak slightly, trying to keep herself from bouncing wildly about the cabin of the truck. Her passenger side seatbelt was not accessible at the moment, probably fallen behind the seats or something showing whoever had owned this vehicle before Ghost's acquisition of it did not typically entertain company inside it. So she was simply holding on for dear life, eyes clamped tightly shut and lips pressed firmly together. When all motion finally cessed, she slowly, ever so slowly, cracked her eyes opened and looked around slowly. She blinked, then sighed slowly and smiled. They where back upon the ground, and the insane roller coaster ride had ended.

     She suddenly noticed Ghost was no longer inside the vehicle, and she shoved her door open and jumped out. She followed after him, limping a little. Her left ankle hurt, and she think it was messed up upon the landing. However she did not say anything, and when she watched Ghost steal yet another vehicle, despite her inner dislike of both the theft of something that was not their own and the fact that the person they where stealing from could possibly have their entire lives ruined by this, she followed after him and clambered in to the passenger side again. This time, the first thing she did was snap her seat belt across her body, fastening herself in to the seat securely. She did not want another bouncy ride all over the road and the inside of the cabin.

     When Marcus looked over at her and asked if she was alright, she looked over at him stupidly for a moment and blinked. Did he really just ask her how she was doing? Was he really starting to be a nice person despite the attitude he had given her none stop since the moment they had meet? She found this extremely hard to believe and had an extremely cautious look upon her face as she answer him, albeit truthfully in return. "Yea, just a little tired like I have done a lot of exercise today and my ankle hurts. Think I bruised or sprained it in your...landing."

[Marcus Drago]

Night took some time to answer him back. For an instant, Marcus thought that the car crash turned her stupid. He almost laughed, but he saved his dark humor for later. Right now, his main goal was to make her a little insecure so that he could get what he wanted. If that meant caring for this girl's well-being, then so be it. He took his time to save this girl's life anyways, so he was obliged to keep her alive and well now.

"Yea," she finally answered. "Just a little tired like I have done a lot of exercise today and my ankle hurts. Think I bruised or sprained it in your...landing."

Marcus looked at Night's ankle, and tsk'd. "Sorry about that," he apologized. "Really, I didn't want to hurt you, but I needed to save our lives..." Marcus sighed and rubbed the back of his head, feeling the liquid that probably turned his yellow hair to red. Feeling it made him incredibly angry. His beautiful hair that he washed and combed almost every day was incredibly messy thanks to those monstrous people. He wanted to meet the man who had the gall to do this to him and rip him open just to eat his innards. Marcus was thoroughly pissed, but he didn't show it. Instead, he carried a concern look for Night.

"Listen... It's time to be truthful," Marcus lied. He was actually about to be the opposite of truthful. Every word he was about to spit out would leave a false taste in his lips. Of course, Marcus was used to lying to get what he wanted. He was so used to it, in fact, that he had become incredibly good at telling fables. "This... I didn't want you to get into this. You're a girl, a kid, probably not even a woman yet, and you were just nearly killed. If it wasn't for your powers you would have died... I know I'm a hardcore jerk, but I still feel some things... I have anger, I have empathy, and I have compassion. What I show you now is compassion... Don't get mixed into this, or you'll get worse injuries than just a sprang ankle..."

Marcus pulled into the driveway of a gas station and rested the car near a gas tank. He turned the engine off, leaving his voice as the only sound. "If you still think you can handle it, though... Then suite yourself. You'll stick with me until this mission is complete, or until you're dead, then we'll go our separate ways afterwards." 

[Nyghtingale]

     Nyght looked at the male, her eyes wide as she listened to him. At first, she found his words genuine and full of concern. However as he continued to speak they began to drip with venomous lies and her eyes narrowed in condescension. She crossed her arms, looking at the male seated across from her driving their "get away" vehicle and laughed shaking her head slowly.

     "Mister Ghost, if you please, I have suffered FAR worse then a twisted ankle in my time. If you think for one second that by my telling you that I think I twisted my ankle I was looking for some sort of sympathy then you thought wrong. I simply was informing you because you asked. I am along for this ride whether you like it or not. So you simply better get use to that fact, Ghost, and stop attempting to ex me out of this. I found you that scroll, and don't you forget it!"

     She narrowed her gaze, glaring at the male hard and coldly with her arms crossed underneath her breasts. She was NOT going to be left out, just because he presumed her to be some helpless, little girl who was unable to take care of herself. Had she NOT just stopped that vehicle chasing them after all! All by herself at that! That alone was proof enough she was not to small and little to help out.

[Marcus Drago]

Marcus sighed as though he was incredibly sad to hear her speak. "Fine," he said to her in the same tone she gave him, then he exited the car, slamming it on the way out. "Pump the gas," Marcus told her through the open window on his side. He sat some money down on his seat for her to use.

If she didn't know how to pump gas, Marcus would instruct her as so: "You go into the store," he would point to the store, "You ask them for a full tank for pump 3. You don't need to know their language to speak to them." Marcus would then point to the gas pumping device and say,"Once you get the money you will come to that nozzle and disperse however much gas it says it can give you. Put the nozzle to the car's gas tank," Marcus would point to the circled shaped space on the side of the truck, "And don't forget to close the hole of our gas tank or the truck will explode on us."

If the girl expressed her knowledge of how filling gas tanks worked, Marcus would not give her instructions. Either way, Marcus would expect her to help him with this little task while he went off. His weapons were still in his hotel room, and he would need them if murderous zombies would be what he dealt with. "I'm going back to the hotel," would be his explanation to Night. "If anyone tries to attack you, run away. Other wise, use what little magic you have left to protect yourself. You seem like a survivor. If I don't come back by sundown then consider me dead. If you die before I get back, then... Don't turn into a zombie."

If Night had any questions, Marcus would answer. Otherwise, he would start walking towards a side walk, raising his hood so that no one would recognize him. This gas station was 4 blocks away from where the hotel was, for safety reasons obviously, so Marcus had a long walk ahead of him. He would shorten the walk by cutting through alley's and hopping over fences. Marcus wasn't an idiot, so as he walked he would turn his head in every direction to see if there was anyone following him or overly watching him. Once he made it to the hotel, he wouldn't stop walking until he made it to his room.

[Nyghtingale]

Nyght knew how to pump gas, she just was not wanting to discuss it to Marcus so let him continue his description of how to do so anyways. She knew she was a 'little' sheltered, as they would say, even though that sheltered living was from not having much to do on the roads like this and spending most of her time studying at home then living upon the streets. However she had seen this done before, and knew. She moved to the circular opening and opened it up, then unscrewed the gas cap twisting it with her wrist. Once that was open, she went around the vehicle and grabbed the money off the seat where Ghost had dropped it and went inside. She pointed at the gas pump where the truck was parked andnodded before handing him the money. He thanked her in whatever language it was he was babbling in and was obvioulsy was trying to sell her something else but she brushed him off and turned walking from the store.

She went back to the truck, and lifting the gas nozzle from the truck she stuck the metal nozzle in the hole and squeezed the handle. She stood there, pumping gas until the hand in her hand jumped and the gas cut off. She shook the nozzle, then pulled it from the truck and hung it back up upon the lever next to the gas pump. She then slowly inserted the gas cap and twisted it down in to place where it clicked loudly to show the child resistant lock engaged. She closed the metal plate over the gas section and turned around. She leaned against the truck, her feet pressed against that small curb that the gas pumps always sat upon with her back pressed against then stood there waiting for Ghost to come back so they could leave and continue upon their quest.

[Marcus Drago]

When Marcus came to the door of his room he paused to listen... Nothing was out of the ordinary, no one was watching. He gently and slowly placed the key into the keyhole. The key made its connection and signified that Marcus could walk into the room. However, he didn't. Instead, Marcus paused for a few more minutes. After a second of capturing his breath, Marcus thrusted the door open. He moved inside the dim room with his gun in his hand, his night vision activated once he was use to the dark, and his body moved all around the room in search for any intruder. When he saw none, he became more relaxed and lowered his gun. He wished he hadn't, as the dog creature appeared before him and nearly scared him to death. 

"For fuck's sake," Marcus said to the Anubis. 

The Anubis didn't respond at first. "We need to talk," it finally said as it looked him over. Probably checking if Marcus had any weapons on him. He had one, and the dog tensed up at that realization. 

"By all means, talk away," Marcus said with a cocky attitude. He walked towards a chair near his bed and sat down. His gun was held firmly and pointed towards the Anubis. He could pull the trigger and end all his troubles now, but he wanted to see the benefits of this 'talk.' At the moment, he had the advantage. However, Marcus was sure that this creature was not dumb enough to come to him without a back up. So, Marcus was prepared.

"Do you like the girl?" The dog began. "I have zombies surrounding her at this moment. She will live if you-"

Marcus began to laugh. "Go ahead and kill her! I don't give a damn!" The dog squinted its eyes at him, searching for the truth. "Let me tell you something." Marcus leaned towards the dog-thing. "I hate that girl. She has been nothing but a pain at my side. Can you believe how many times she has disrespected me? ME?! I am one hundred years older and she has showed me THE LEAST of respect. You can kill her all you want to, I'll grin and enjoy the sight as you do."

"You're a cruel man," The Anubis said.

"I'm an angry man," Marcus fired back. "And my rage keeps growing. So, let's try to calm it and make a deal." 

"What deal is that?" The Anubis stayed standing, never taking its eyes off of Marcus. The daemon liked that, because it allowed him to take the Anubis by surprise. The daemon's eyes moved to his bag full of guns that was right behind the dog creature. The Anubis nearly spotted him, but it was too focused on the gun that Marcus had to realize Marcus' shift of eye contact.

"It's a good deal... One that you might like." Marcus leaned up to rest his back on the chair. 

[Nyghtingale]

Nyght stood there, growing quickly grumpier and irritable by the second. Ghost was certainly taking his dear sweet time to get his ass back here. After all, did he not have wings to fly there and fly back? Should that not have made the entire trip rather easy, almost simple? She thought it should, but apparently that was not such in this case. She sighed, shaking her head and hoisted herself up and sat upon the hood of the truck. There she began to braid strands of her hair slowly, staring out over the landscape around them. She was sorta lost in thought, simply staring off in to nothing when she heard a noise behind her.

Thinking it was Ghost, coming back at last, she slid off the hood of the truck and landed upon her feet. She walked around the side of the truck, and moved over to say something about him being late. When she looked up, she froze in place and stared behind the truck. It was definitely NOT Ghost.....but was instead a slowly shuffling male with what could only appear to be an axe buried in his skull. She stifled a cry and looked around. There was nobody there, and she did not know what to do. She was pretty certain zapping the zombie would be a very bad idea. After all, she was standing in the middle of a gas station. She was also not feeling very much up to the whole spell casting thing. Her earlier spells had taken a huge toll on her strength. She looked around, and noticed several other people coming up from the front of the truck now as well as the other side.

Making a quick decision, she ran in to the gas station. She slammed the door and looked for a lock, but could not find one that did not require some sort of key for. She yelled in frustration, causing the person behind the counter to jump and look at her. He moved to speak, and then stopped as he looked outside and gasped.

"What the hell?" He simply saw the horde of undead slowly shambling towards the station. His hand drifted and picked up a phone, dialing numbers on it. Nyght completely ignored him, then spotted one of those old locking braces for the steering wheel. she grabbed it, then shoved it through the door handles of the swinging glass doors. Using a tiny bit of her remaining power, she bent the bar around slightly and made it hold the handles together while the zombies suddenly slapped up against it, moaning and wailing softly and trying to shove themselves inside. She looked around, then ran in to the back and pulled a large metal door open. She slipped inside the alcohol storage room, letting the large metal door slam shut behind her as she wrapped her arms around herself and moved over, looking out at that gas station through the glass doors past all the booze for sale in front of her. There was a loud crashing from outside the room, and suddenly zombies where inside the store. She could hear a loud scream, and she supposed that was it for the store dude who had been calling somebody.

She hoped he had been able to reach somebody, because she was like running out of ideas. She was totally exhausted and trapped inside a cooler where she was probably going to freeze to death pretty soon. She was contemplating all these things for several minutes, watching the zombies wander around outside the room. Apparently they where not intelligent enough to find her inside her, and as long as she did not move or cause them to see her she seemed to be safe. So she sat there, contemplating what to do when she heard a faint wailing. She looked up, frowning and noticed bright flashing lights. She was not the only one to notice however and she saw all the zombies headed back out of the gas station towards the police cruiser.

Nyght pounded on the glass, screaming loudly but nobody would hear her. Angrily, she grabbed up a bottle of alcohol that was heavy and ran out of the room. She hear yelling, and a single gunshot and she dashed out of the gas station. Just in time to see the zombies swarm the police officer who had gotten out of his vehicle. She watched the cop go down, yelling and firing his weapon wildly in to the zombies. Nyght knew it was to late, and ran towards the truck they had come in to. She pulled herself up in to the driver's side and slammed the door shut, then reached for the ignition. She froze, her fingers closing on thin air. The keys where gone! Where the hell where the keys! Shit! Did Ghost take them with him? She did not have time to because the zombies surrounded the truck. They began to slap against the windows, and she yelled loudly. She looked around, trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament. She glanced up and noticed the sunroof above her had.

Standing up, she shoved the button the dashboard to open the sunroof and quickly clambered out. She jumped in to the bed of the truck then ran and leap over the tailgate and landed on the ground. Rolling heavily, scrapping her knee, she jumped back up and took off running again. She ran past the cop's body, ripped to pieces and paused to scoop up a pistol of some kind from his dead fingers. She then jumped in to the seat of the still running police cruiser, slamming the door he had been so kind enough to leave open shut, and grinned. She shoved the gears in to drive and took over wildly, careening past zombies, splattering some of them against the car and and taking off down the road driving like a wild person. Some was sliding around in the seat next to her, but she was not about to stop and see what the hell it was. She was to busy trying to keep the vehicle on the road. A pretty good driving test for a girl who had never driven a vehicle before, she thought grimly to herself.