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Post by Morgan Flynn on Jul 21, 2014 2:08:47 GMT
Parker danced around the wild gunfight, completely out of place for the most of it as he fumbled about. Hale's shot on Asteria was more startling than he expected. Watching the others die around him he found himself shaking, wrapped up in a sheet tight full of anxiety and helplessness.
Ty did this to them, too. The people who lay dead around him were his former gang, his friends, right through the front door came their enemies and overwhelmed them as well. Those like Asteria, held captive before him watched in fear as he was ordered to follow their demands lest they all died that night. Some did anyway. It didn't matter what he did and again and again glancing at the reds soaked dead on the floor he saw only his friends and teammates dead. When he looked on at Asteria he saw Periot dying in front of him again. She wasn't Periot though, this hurt far more.
This wasn't ground he could win at. Not with these numbers, not with this skill and lack thereof, and not with this situation. It was like slow motion that he watched on with wide eyes as Hale turned the gun on him next. What did this mean for Asteria? Would they hurt her? He could only assume yes. He couldn't leave, he couldn't fight.
'But if I die here, who will help her?
No one is going to help her! I have to! For all the love of the gods I need to do something! '
Much, much easier said than done for the simple-minded driver. He sucked in a breath as his quick feet took a step back, Hale speaking out to him then. Parker leaned to his right, the room nearby being dark but he took his chances to find something inside to help aid him somehow.
As the shot fired Parker bounced backwards and fell into the room, a splattering of his blood from somewhere around his right torso area staining where he'd been hit. He let out a loud cry in pain and pawed around inside the room for something to fight back with. Something quick!
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Jul 21, 2014 2:57:03 GMT
"Parker!" Asteria squeaked out, unable to control the tears that were streaming down her face. She was in such pain, covered in not only her's but her allies blood and now had just watched the man she loved be shot by the man she had once trust. Hale glanced over to the room Parker had fallen into, it would give him great pleasure to end the man himself, yet he hardly had such time to deal with him...
His subjects were calling upon him. The roars from outside were echoing throughout the house now, a chant, 'First of the First!' was chanting across the entire estate. Hale almost frowned, this wasn't something he wanted to do but something he needed to do, for the survival of the Agency the weak needed to be weeded out. It pained him so much to know that Asteria had become so weak. She had many lovers in the past but never would she ever cry for the loss of their lives. It was weakness, to care about another person meant a distraction from the job, devotion to anything else but the agency was disgusting.
"Finish him off..." He muttered to the other Scythe Collectors before handing Asteria off to another Collector, "The rest of you follow me." The older man said as he slipped the revolver away and started towards the front of the estate. The two Collectors dragged away an Asteria that was begging Hale to spare Parker's life while two other Collectors moved to finish the boy off. They stepped into the room and spotted Parker pawing around on the floor.
Why waste a bullet on such a weak looking boy? The first Collector brought out the dagger and walked towards him, "Hold still," he muttered as he grabbed for Parker, intending on slitting the boy's throat.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Jul 21, 2014 14:10:50 GMT
The room was dark save for whatever moonlight shone through the curtains on the windows. Parker took a couple of moments to adjust to the lighting as he crawled along on the floor, tears stinging in his eyes and he bit down hard on his lip as he winced in pain. It wasn't like he hadn't been shot before, it was just not really that common!
He breathed rapidly as he continued to paw around for anything, that feeling of dread as he glanced out of the corner of his eye and of course the two clad in black were there like Death's shadow closing in on him.
"N-no, no no no! I need to...!"
'I love you! I wish I could have told you that...!
Asteria!'
Parker placed his hand down firmly on the floor to his right, sucking in a sharp breath as shards of glass scattered about the floor cut into his palm. A mirror had broken here it seemed, just under what was this, a couch? Something just barely tall enough for him to climb under - beyond that a doorway sat to the side in the back corner.
He didn't want to die here. Not like this, not when she needed him most. That guy! Even if he was right about Parker causing all of whatever this all was, he still hurt his Asteria. He couldn't let him get away, Parker could already hear her cries haunting him.
'I'm not leaving without you. You guys can't have her! I won't let you!! '
He wasn't sure what it was but his heart seemed to pound faster, heavier yet as the first Collector come up to him and Parker reacted only on instinct. His hand snatched up the largest shard of glass he could hold onto and while it cut into his hand he violently slashed out behind him as the Collector's hand grabbed at him, feeling a tearing of the other man's flesh. With what shock could have paused them, however little for time, Parker took to his advantage and launched himself under the piece of furniture beside him, vital areas covered from an attack momentarily as he did what he was known for. Running like hell. As he slid out from underneath he sprang out to the door, parially ajar and it swung open with a loud echoing 'BANG' as he found the strength to run.
'The garage, the garage, gotta find the garage....!!!!! A-and help, help would be good, too. And a weapon! Oh gods...! '
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Jul 21, 2014 15:38:02 GMT
Hale and his Collectors may have been taking their victory lap right now but the fighting had not stopped. As Parker ran through the mansion the occasional gunshot would echo through and screams of the wounded. This was servant territory though and most people who lived in these corridors had little fighting experience and merely attended to the house, kitchens and other necessities of the estate. The Scythes were killing anyone with professed loyalties to Asteria, that much was clear by the litter of bodies that were slumped against the wall, their cold dead eyes staring into nothingness.
One Scythe Collector stepped out of a room in front of Parker, one hand holding a revolver and another dragging a mostly dead girl by the hair. All she could do was give the occasional kick as a gaping chest wound bled out on her white nightgown. The Collector turned to look at Parker and actually had to squint his eyes to try and see through the haze of gunpowder. "Fuckin' reds..." He groaned as he lifted his revolver towards Parker and prepared to fire... until realizing that the revolver was out of ammo, a clicking sound occurring as he squeezed the trigger. "Oh."
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Hale walked out onto the balcony, throwing open the doors and facing the crowd below. It was huge, perhaps close to hundreds of Scythe Collectors were lining the estate as more trucks brought in more Collectors. The torches and lights in the night would give one a glimpse at the number of Collectors that were there and they were all chanting a single sentence with such booming power that it felt as if the estate was shaking.
"First of First! First of First!" They chanted a title reserved only for the leader of the entire Dust Collection Agency. It wasn't simply a take over of the Third Agency, it was the start of taking over the entire Agencies. Hale raised his hand up to calm the crowd as other Collectors adjusted the mic he planned to use to speak.
"My Collectors," Hale began, his deep, cold voice was rather intimidating to hear, "Tonight is the night we restore the balance to our great Agency. For too long they have been ruled by men and women who would rather spend their time enjoying the pleasures of life than keeping the Agency together and safe. But not anymore, today we have deposed of this woman, but tomorrow we take the rest!" Hale yelled out while directing his hand towards Asteria who was still being held up by other Collectors. "It will be a bloody path but one that is needed. Ten years ago people like Morgan Flynn would not have been allowed to live, people like Morgan Flynn were crushed underneath the weight of our boots! They will all pay, the Flynns and any Collectors that wishes to stand between us and the glory of the Agency!"
The crowd roared and the chanting once again resumed. Everyone in this estate knew and soon everyone else will too.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Jul 21, 2014 16:06:46 GMT
Parker kept his whining to a minimum as he booked it down the dark hallway. By now he knew the general layout of the estate to know there was a staircase closer to the kitchen area, he had to get to the main floor. He kept the glass shard clutched tightly in his hand as he pressed on, one hand clutching at the gunshot wound on him as he moved along.
The Collector that stepped out before him made him freeze in place, seeing the revolver in his hand. He flinched as the trigger was pulled and thanked all of the lucky stars that hung over his head that it was empty.
Awkward pause. Parker's hand dripped blood from where he gripped the glass piece yet, but a quick glance to his left made him suddenly reach over in the moment and grab a potpourri dish off of it. Giving it a swing into the Scythe Collector it showered him in the face with the strong oils, pieces, the now broken dish and perhaps the delightfully potent fragrance of cinnamon and fruit. Parker charged to go past him, using the distraction, his speed, and even the glass jutting out to the side of him like a knife blade to force his way through.
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Jul 21, 2014 17:23:59 GMT
Parker had enough force to stab the glass deep inside the man, causing him to punch and kick at Parker, only for a moment though as the glass stabbed deep enough inside his neck that the immediate reaction was to punch and kick until he ran out of air. There were so many dead people scattering the halls that the smell was absolutely overwhelming and the sight was something the worse horror movies couldn't express. Rarely do people die silently, to anybody who was on the edge of life there were soft, sickly moans and cries for loved ones. Even the dead made noise as blood dripped from open wounds and slicked the floor with the deep red blood.
The rest of the reds were giving up the fight at this point and to what fate was held for them would be up to the Scythe who accepted their surrender. Some reds were shot where they stood while the others were locked up. Either way by the end of the night there would be twice as many dead as those who gave up.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Jul 22, 2014 20:11:44 GMT
Parker wrestled his way past the dying body, dropping the glass he'd had for so long and looking over his blood-soaked hands. They shook violently and he felt sick, whether that was because of all the anxiety and the stench of blood around them or the pain and loss of blood he was experiencing himself he wasn't sure but somehow there remained a voice that spoke with such authoritative force within him that said, "KEEP GOING" Even if he physically felt done he obeyed, pressing his hands against his wound again and dancing over bodies down the halls - upon realizing he still needed a real weapon he bent over and picked up what he thought looked the least complicated for his skill level (considering he couldn't aim a bullet clearly), a crossbow...he didn't know any better!
It was an empty crossbow, though, so he needed to find ammo for it. Slinking down the stairs with it in his hands he held it close as he prepared to use it as a club instead. That was about the time he found the kitchen, eerily like a movie scene that he'd seen the other day with all the bloodied handprints on the walls and the dead cooks laying around on the floor, a pot of water boiling on the stove unattended and he gulped as he kept watch on the freezer door - that's where the monster came from in the movie, anyway. Suddenly a crossbow club didn't sound like a good idea, he probably should have grabbed one of the chef knives on the counter.
Parker shook his head. No, nope, he wasn't doing this for fear another one of the Scythe were hiding in that freezer (this was a legitimate worry apparently). He backed out of the kitchen with crossbow in hand yet and stumbled along, the next spot on his mind being the garage, which he knew by now like the back of his hand but the problem he faced when he approached the door was more the question of if anyone was in there already.
He took a deep breath, shaking hands soaked in blood and threw himself through the door and behind the first vehicle he found, just in case.
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Post by Hoch Kreatur on Jul 22, 2014 20:32:54 GMT
The chanting of the crowd eventually died down as Hale exited the roof top with Asteria following closely behind. Ironically, she was put back exactly where she had been, into the room with all the medical equipment. They didn't seem to want her dead yet but if they didn't patch her up she soon would be. The amount of blood Asteria was loosing was already making her ill and on the verge of fainting.
Asteria couldn't seem to care about it any longer. As far as she was concerned Parker had been killed by the Scythes, she knew the man enough to know that he didn't know how to fight and he would fall quickly to the brute force of the Scythe Collectors. They collected souls after all, killing was their only job. Up until the moment when the doctors injected Asteria with enough mana to put her to sleep she kept her eyes centered upon the gift Parker had given, her reflection shined against the gold jewelry and Asteria couldn't help but weep. Damn the entire Agency, she just wanted to know if Parker was okay. It was a question she feared she knew the answer to.
Asteria never did get to tell him what she wanted to. As the mana took her away from consciousness she muttered out those words she wanted to say, 'I love you'. Well at least somebody heard them, even though the man she wished to say it to was long gone.
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Post by Morgan Flynn on Jul 24, 2014 16:33:35 GMT
Nothing, not at least as far as Parker could see or hear. Peering from around the front bumper of the vehicle he crouched behind he eyed up the selection that was in there with him. Cars themselves might have been a smart idea considering they kind of, you know, covered the whole body but Parker's best moments were those on a bike. He adored them, they allowed for more movement, they were stupidly dangerous.
And as he ran towards it he made sure to at least grab a helmet because you know, any kind of protection from bullets to the head was better than nothing at all even if he preferred to ride more often than not without one. He hastily wiped his bloody hands on his sweater and got to work to get it working, biting down on his lip to help him cope with the pain and keep him quiet while he worked. In moments the beast roared to life and he wasted not a single second as he leaped onto it and blew right out of the garage on it, so startling and like the speed of a jet even with all the obstacles right out in the driveway. Even with the threat of the Scythe around this was the first moment Parker felt calm and confident - exhaling deeply, the man was at home in the driver's seat, this was the only time he could have to think.
He didn't want to leave without Asteria. He didn't want to leave her like this but even he knew he was in no condition to fight. He didn't know what he was going to do exactly but he knew in his heart one thing for sure, that being the one thing his father, gang mates, basically everyone he'd ever known had always said the contrary of. Parker wasn't running away for once. He was going to come back to finish this.
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