Ultimate Fail [open]

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Nightfall cascaded elegantly across New Orlands Cemetary, the sun’s rays dissipating within the overbearing shadows like a smothering blanket. Hidden in the darkness, a form arose from the depths of disgust and secrets. It was an odd shape which stumbled and limped with each drawl step, almost toppling head first into the dirt when its footing faltered. A smog seemed to encircle the curious form, as if trying to shield it from prying eyes. Thankfully for this fool, the night brought only solace for not a single soul strolled these clouded grounds, leaving this mystery to his own devices. Suddenly, the form was joined by a second silhouette, something animal in nature with its massive claws clicking with each step, creeping behind the stranger. Within a few moments, a much clearer picture of this mysterious individual began to take shape. It was a man, however he did not look well for his face was practically tearing at the seams. Red liquid trickled eloquently across the bridge of his nose before cascading down his chin. His bottom lip sagged lazily and misplaced across his almost melted visage. Then, the second creature revealed its familiar crown, its deadly charred skin and skeletal form cautiously followed the odd thing limping between the catacombs.

The curiosity pushed itself before collapsing on the nearest wall and crawling desperately into the dark and out of sight. The man groaned before ensnaring his fingers deep into the crevasses of his tattered skin. With a violent pull the man began to remove his shell, revealing a gray skin tone beneath with stitches decorating his unnatural complexion. The monster gawked as its master began to reveal its true form, amazed by this peculiar sight. The undead lupine whimpered and whined as the bodysuit seemed to seep into her master’s skin, as if not wanting to release its prisoner. Fleshy tendrils has slithered there way into the skin of the man, as if trying to make this bodysuit a permanent coffin. With a bellowing howl, the strange male yanked violently and he was suddenly free, revealing an exhausted and extremely disappointed Dr. Allenhart. The necromancer had failed the experiment, and after it had gone so well for a while! “Well, I feel like ten pounds of sh*t shoved into a five pound bag!” It was hard to dissect wether he was truly upset with his devilish smile, the maniacal doctor was never easy to read. He’d thought that success approached, but it seemed this disguise formula still could not be fully employed. Dr. Allenhart, in his boredom had attempted to allow him to disguise himself through use of human skin. Honestly, he had no need for such a thing but a crazy Necromancer is all too dangerous when bored, especially one so mentally damaged. This was all a game to him, even with the incredible risks. Because of his defeat, the skin itself was trying to attach itself permanently to the undead master and he definitely didn’t want that. “My poor, beautiful complexion!” He patted the his cheeks, feeling his penetrated flesh.

“Sheila, daddy feels like poop. Ultimate fail man, ultimate fail....” He murmured, his bottom lips curling as he tried to pull a pity face. Sheila tilted her sharp crowned head before clicking her teeth anxiously. “I know, daddy needs to get back home but....” His terrifyingly devious irises glittered from the ominous darkness hovering over this quiet graveyard. His home above ground, his heaven, his sanctuary. It was beneath this very holy ground that his new life began. His old self died here... no actually his past life died the moment his reputation was destroyed by the Creed blood. Just the thought of the pompous sh*t heads boiled his blood, his deadly gray eyes seemed to shine a dangerous red and his fangs dug irritably into his bottom lip. He would love to slaughter that entire brotherhood of deception and destruction. Especially that sad sack Matthias.

Allenhart laid there quietly, deathly quiet. Sheila cried again, encroaching upon her master’s bubble before nudging him. The necromancer didn’t respond, his black hair cascaded mysteriously, hiding his sinister intentions. The fleshed ensemble beside him began to crinkle and gather in midair before exploding into multiple pieces, decorating these sacred ground with chunks of death. Sheila tried again and this time Allenhart rose a hand and began to draw close to his pet, hand creepily tense as it drew nearer to the defenseless creation. Then...

“There, there little girl!” His head popped up, revealing a chipper grin with a crazed laughter following behind. “Daddy is just imagining wonderful things!” He then rose, gray eyes scanning this field of beauty. Looking down, he spoke again to his dearest friend, one of his only friends besides Vincent, the rascal! Oh how he loved that kid!

“Time to find a new test subject! Just gotta try again! Maybe this time I’ll try to be a woman... always wanted to know how it felt to have boobies. Hehe, boobies like the birdie.” Before long his voice trailed off into the mist, his animal companion scoping behind. They usually were safe in this place, especially this late at night, but things always change and not always for the benefit of others.

A few yards away, a lone spirit meandered its way to the back gate, head low and concealed by a black beret. The figure shivered as the wind chilled his delicate bones before he retreated inside the land of the dead. He had not visited this site in many months due to lack of time, fear of the outside, and absolute guilt of even appearing here. The lonely male recalled the funeral only two years ago... it seemed like only yesterday that his dear Eva was laid to rest. Many attended the wake, trying their best to console the unconsolable. He was in a wheelchair with a broken wrist and a shattered kneecap but unfortunately alive. All he thought was why...? Why was it her and not him? Why did such a beautiful essence of good die instead of the pathetic heap of a man he was? This haunted him every second, every waking moment, every restless sleep that he was alive and she was gone. All because she was connected to him. Though it was to be believed that it was just a drunken wreck, this paranoid individual knew better than that. Preston knew it was his family.

Everything in his life had been swayed and destroyed by a single dynasty he was miserably connected with by blood. Realistically, it was orchestrated by a figure of greed, deception, evil, and manipulation: his grandfather. Even after death, Matthias Creed still found a way to slither his fingers into Preston’s life. Although Preston had survived against all odds, this young man was dead for the most part. They won, he lost. There was very little keeping him in the world but it was enough for Preston to few a minuscule amount of hope that it could get better. He had friends, one in particular he had become almost dependent upon: Vergil. After meeting on the subway by chance, the shapeshifter had been with him for months giving unwavering loyalty. In return, it was only right to allow the kind soul to live in his home and away from the horrors of the streets, especially being an individual of... supernatural origins.

Within moment of wandering Preston halted before an extravagant altar, decorated with an angel embracing the head a heartbroken man kneeling at her feet. Her expression was peaceful and comforting to Preston, believing that maybe she still watched over him. “I miss you honey...” He whispered, disheartened. “I miss you so much.” His lavishing azure eyes glimmered as tears gathered but he struggled to keep them inside. Raising his hand he slowly brushed across his irises to remove any proof that his emotions were winning. He stood there, staring.

Meanwhile, the crazed doctor slithered through the granite tombstones with his dearest Sheila following close behind. He sensed someone had encroached upon his earthly realm. Time to introduce ourselves! He said with a disgustingly chipper smile. Within seconds they were only a few feet away from the visitor who had not moved for some time. The mystery man continued to ogle at a dirt patch just beneath the watchful angel. This statue was one of Allenhart’s favorites here for it gave him a sense of protection, imagining himself beneath this sinister faerie. She smiled, but he saw something darker. Perhaps this individual would enjoy some company? The necromancer squinted through the smog to get a better look at the stranger. With glowing silverfish irises, his retinas cut through the fog and focused clearly onto his profile.

Allenhart gasped.

Impossible...! Dr. Allenhart grew rigid, hands clasping dangerously tight around the curvatures of the headstone hiding him from view. He knew this face. He despised this face. Matthias lives?!

Preston was completely unaware of the danger lingers only a few feet from him. Sticking his hand into his breast pocket he withdrew his famous medicine bottle and popped three into his mouth. He felt no change, but it was a habit now and right now he was too tired to even feel anything. He began to wander his eyes around, paranoia settling in. Maybe they were around, watching him? Getting the message, Preston hurriedly placed a single rose onto the grave and began to stroll for the exit. He didn’t even reach five feet before a cold sting clashed with his flesh along his throat. A hand ensnared itself around him and gripped tightly at his jacket, securing him tightly. Preston had no time to yell or react before a terrifying voice slipped into his ear. “You are f*cking dead Matthias. Don’t move or I will chop you up and feed you to my pets while you are still breathing.” Allenhart’s tone was unsettling to the few who knew of this disturbingly carefree doctor. The necromancer was not one to show his fury often for very little disturbed someone who had nothing to lose, even when a situation looked grim.

Preston didn’t breathe. His body shivered but he attempted to still himself in fear of loosing his life. “P-please I don’t know...” His voice faded when the sharp object sliced closer along his adam’s apple.

“What did I f*cking say? You keep your mouth shut... or she’ll take your goddamn legs.” Like clockwork, the monstrous creature known as Sheila circled in front of Preston, allowing him an up close view of this charred undead abomination. Sheila clicked and snared, tossing her head irritably about Preston’s feet. Preston’s blue eyes gaped at this monster, too afraid to scream. He wanted to back away but danger only awaited behind him.“P-ple...” He murmured, barely audible.

[Seraphina]

Night had come sooner than Seraphina had expected when she started her little walk back home. The solaris was damn sure it wasn't going to get dark out for at least another hour when she had planned to take a little detour before heading back home for the day. Then again, she had been out checking out decent homes in the city that would be prime targets to hit when she had the chance. That had taken up more time than she had originally planned, but at least it wasn't all for nothing. The girl had found exactly what she wanted, there were a lot of wealthy looking houses in the district she had gone in, even a few mansions. Sera had never robbed a mansion before but it was too tempting not to put the biggest one on her hit list for later. It would be a challenge but she was certain she could pull it off, and the potential rewards were just too tempting to just over look it. By the time she had finished snooping around to get a good look at its security it was already getting a bit late. It was time to head home to spend the rest of the evening planning what places she would hit first and how to do it. Timing was important for things like this, she needed to prep and get plenty of rest before she did anything so she could be prepared for any hassle that may come.

But as Sera started to make the trek back home the girl felt less willing to go back right away. Planning things out was a lot of work, and after spending so much time today already doing work the less willing she was to go back home just to continue doing it. The girl could use a little break first, and what better way to take a break than have a casual stroll? She was sure that she still had time before nightfall to wander around and then get back on track. But as she had taken little detours here and there the sun had set faster than she would have liked. Damn it, now she had to go back. But she would do so after she made one last detour for the day. Where she would her last stop be? Why the local graveyard of course! She might not look it, but Seraphina actually liked graveyards. They were the one place in any city or town that was usually the most quiet and vacant. They were great places to be when you wanted to have a moment with your own thoughts or at least wanted to keep away from others to stay out of trouble.

The graveyard was just as still and quiet as she had expected to be at this time of day when she arrived. Seraphina hummed softly as she walked through the place, occasionally stopping to look over the old tombstones that had been neglected and forgotten by the family the departed left behind. It was times like this that she wondered about what death was like. Even at an early age Sera knew she was different from humans, it was pretty obvious just from her looks alone and the fact that she barely aged at all. It had taken years of researching after she had left the orphanage to find out just what she was. She was a solaris, a person of fire that could live for hundred of years or even more as far as she could tell. Her kind lived long, and were hard to kill to boot. Would she always be alive like this? Or would she one day end up here like so many humans did, with no one looking over her tombstone and paying respect for the life she once lived?

“I miss you honey...”

Seraphina froze for a moment when she heard the stranger's voice. It looked like she wasn't the only one in this graveyard after all, but where was the voice coming from. Out of curiosity Sera got up and tried to silently follow the sound of the voice to find its owner. It didn't take long at all to find the person. The voice belonged to an older looking man. Sera hid behind another large statute as she watched the stranger talking to a statue of an angel, not wanting to disturb the man from his mourning. It might not be the most respectable thing to eavesdrop on someone here mourning a loved one but Sera couldn't help but watch with interest. Who was it that he came to visit here in the middle of the night? From the sounds of it the person he came to see might have been his wife over lover at least. He seemed too young to have lost someone like that though, just what had happened to them? It didn't look like she was going to find out the answer to that any time soon, the man didn't say anything else after that, he laid down a flower on the grave and started to leave. Sera let out a little sigh and was just about to carry on about her own business when she saw someone else approaching him. Alarm bells immediately went off when she saw the second man. There was something about the man coming that didn't seem right. Then she saw what accompanied him and she knew that trouble was brewing.

The first man had no idea what was coming for him until it was too late. The creepy man and the thing following him had grabbed the poor defenseless human. The man was now completely at their mercy unless someone intervened. “So much for a peaceful walk.” Seraphina mumbled to herself. As much as the girl for once, not to get into a fight tonight she couldn't just ignore what she saw. The guy that was only here to visit a grave had no way of protecting himself. Even if he could hand the human looking creep that grabbed him she doubted he could deal with the monster by his feet. She was the only one here that could save the gentleman in distress, and that was exactly what she was going to do. But how would she save the man? The easiest solution would be to set either the attacker or the monster on fire, but she could end up catching the victim on fire as well or get him killed. Approaching them could be just as dangerous as attacking first. There was no telling how the strange man might react if she came up in his face. It wasn't like she had something she could bribe him with to make him let the other guy go. Seraphina felt around her pockets for her switch blade. Though Sera liked to resolve most of her fights with her fists or fire a knife came in handy once in awhile, now was one of those times. As silent as a cat Seraphina tried to sneak up behind the creepy guy. Once she was close enough she would place the knife on his throat. “Drop your weapon, call off your pet, and let the poor sap go or else I will cover these tombstones in your blood.” she hissed.

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It was clear to Preston that he wouldn’t achieve freedom; with his assailant’s cold deadly blade cutting deeper into his exposed jugular Preston was certain tonight would be his last. This mystery attacker had mentioned a single name, a name which caused shivers with every syllable... Matthias. Apparently this madman conceived an illusion convincing himself that he was his dead grandfather and obviously he had a dangerous vendetta against his blood meaning he would definitely not escape. Preston was not surprised honestly... because Matthias had ruined many lives all over the world. A powerful force in all circles, Matthias always had his gnarled fingers in something devious and life-destroying (at least not his life). Preston’s own existence had spiraled out of control due to his patriarch. His parents, Trinity, Eva, and even his old friend Barry had gotten gobbled up by this power hungry monster. Even after his death a few years ago the web of destruction still hung heavily over this world...

“I-I-I’m not him...” Preston managed to utter. The blade cut delicately against his adam’s apple causing Preston to stop. The abomination circling the human’s feet raised his crowned head, clucking and snarling with its beat-like tip clapping as if to warn Preston to stay silent.

“Are you deaf?!” Dr. Allenhart began as he violently crooked Preston’s head in his direction, letting the innocent human stare deep into his eyes. “Do you remember me? Huh? You fuckin’ will after tonight you piece of shit...” His tone was coarse, almost crackling from his bottled up emotions boiling up to the surface. Those eyes, those goddamn eyes! He wanted to cut them right from his skull right now! Let his empty shells cry tears of blood, begging on his knees to be free from this wraith of retribution he’d awakened. Allenhart would never forget all the suffering he endured at the hands of that sack of useless shit. All the years he’d work hard to establish himself as a intelligent man of white only to be struck down by one man trying to achieve the impossible... immortality. Dr. Allenhart, in desperation had only peeked the surface. Yes he was practically unstoppable aside from one single thing.

Actually, more like four things.

As Preston looked desperately out into the fog for a savior something curious captured his attention approaching silently behind his attacker. The human fought the urge to gasp so as not to warn this stranger what approached near by. The creature seemed pre occupied with either the victim or its master, for it clicked and snapped around the tendons of ankles. The strange mist was so close... so close.

Suddenly, Allenhart felt the cold steel of a knife ensnare itself around his pale stitched throat. A low growl bellowed from beneath the Necromancer’s belly before uttering, “For fuck’s sake...” Whoever this stranger was they were either confidently idiotic, or just dense. Sheila snarled and clicked violently tossing her head about in frustration, preparing to attack this intruder. She halted however when Allenhart shot her a sinister glare. Never, not her.... never his dearest Sheila....

Preston meanwhile crashed to his knees as he jerked to escape. With his hand caressing his wounded throat her swirled around to make sure this wasn’t a trick. Someone had come to his aid? Why?

ooc: so sorry its bad T.T

[Seraphina]

It was Mr.Creepy's turn to be caught off guard now. Neither the stranger nor his little 'pet' saw Sera coming towards them till it was too late. Before they new it the solaris had come up behind the man, grabbed a hold of him and pressed her own knife to his throat. The strange man didn't seem to be too happy about this sudden turn of events and neither did his monster friend. The ugly creature made the biggest fuss, it snarled and hissed at her. Seraphina turned her attention at the monster, crimson eyes glaring dangerously at the creature. “Careful now buddy, you don't want me to kill your master do you?” she said, a wicked grin crossed her face as the monster backed off. “Atta boy...or girl...it?” it was rather hard to determine just what the hell it was she was talking to. Seraphina had seen a lot of weird shit growing up by this creature was by far the most ugly thing she had seen. It was like some monster straight out of a Lovecraft book, and it smelled awful too like it was made out of rotten flesh. Whatever it was it was probably just as dangerous as it was ugly. She couldn't risk having it hanging around here much longer if she wanted to help that poor sap escape.

At least for the moment she seemed to have the situation under control. She got the creepy man to let his victim go, and managed to keep his creature from attacking the other man and herself in the process. They weren't out of the woods yet though. The girl turned her attention back to the man in her grasp. “I would really call off that little pet of yours buddy. I don't like having to kill other peoples pets...even if the pet in question isn't the cute and cuddly type. It would be a shame if I had to off such an interesting creature wouldn't it?” call her crazy but what she said was true. Monster or not Seraphina wasn't too fond of killing those she didn't need to. The creature seemed to only be following its master's orders. She could kill it if she had to but she would feel slightly sad having to kill something that was just doing what it was told to do. “And speaking of killing, I might as well take this little bad boy away from you.” Sera grabbed the man's knife with her free hand. So long as he remained still the solaris would gently pry the weapon from his hand. Once the weapon was safely out of its owner's hand she would toss it over to the man she helped save. “Hold onto that for me will ya? Who knows, it might come in handy.”

“Now as for you...” Without warning Seraphina slammed the man she was holding against one of the larger tombstones. The girl quickly pocketed her own knife and grabbed onto the front of the stranger's shirt, using the rest of her body to pin him there. Now that the other guy was safely out of this man's hands Sera didn't need to hold back on using her fire powers if she needed to. “Tell me why you were trying to slit this dude's throat? Depending on what you say I might even help you out with that. I could use a good fight tonight.” This whole situation seemed to be a lot more than a simple attack, there was something more to this. It was as if the guy she was picking on right now had some sort of vendetta against the dude he had been attacking. Sera just wanted to be sure she was fighting for the right side here. While the guy she was helping really didn't seem like some evil bastard at a glance there was a chance he was some kind of bad guy. Whoever was the bad guy here she wanted to kick their ass, and to do that she needed to get to the bottom of the problem.

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“She has a name... It’s Sheila.” Allenhart could hardly fight the urge to explode into a flurry of insane slaughter as this disgusting thing latched itself onto him. He most definitely would survive the encounter (not without maybe a few missing pieces), however she could not... His bone-chilled fingertips throbbed as it seemed the blanket of corpses surrounding him almost begged to arise in his aid. His iron shade irises quivered, practically bulging from overwhelming instability. Kill... her... kill her so you can reach that wretch wriggling beneath your feet. He gazed intensely at his pathetic victim, who only responded with stuttered gibberish, completely unaware of this blood borne vendetta Allenhart carried. What had Matthias done to this stranger? Judging by his rather deformed appearance, with skin like an undead and a mind lacking any compassion or mercy, it must have been something horrible. Rather typical really. Preston shuddered as his past attempted the suffocate him... his parents, friends, and fiance had all suffered his wrath and lost everything. ”You are my chosen one Preston. You will be the one to carry on my legacy.” That entire speech haunted Preston, his entire excuse of a life. What did he mean?! What was he planning? His azure eyes fluttered as he seemed swallowed by his nightmares.

“Stay still dear sweet girl.” The Necromancer ordered its creation which clucked in response, slowly retreating farther back as the attacker escalated in violence. His precious scalpel... it was as if she detached a hand. Watching it tumble before the enemy’s feet only stirred him further. Cut that fucker to bits. Slice this whore into a gorgeous mosaic of slaughter. Use her to kill this blight on this world. Allenhart’s psyche buzzed everywhere like bees buzzing for a taste of an innocent flower. For Sheila’s sake, as well as his own he needed to keep cool... “Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart.” The insane doctor lulled his psychotic lullaby, attempting to soothe his nerves. Preston, who scrambled for the scalpel once he realized it was beneath his trembling feet, jumped from the dirt and held the blade in front, wary that this maniac would charge. However, observing Allenhart, he noticed that the man had gone somewhere else, mentally. His deadly iron eyes seemed to glaze over as he sang the melody. The creature seemed even soothed by the hauntingly well-pitched tones. As a fellow singer, it was hard to not notice that this man sang rather well. He wasn’t really sure why that was important right now, but his shock filled mind thought otherwise.

Even as Allenhart was plastered violently onto the nearest tombstone, he continued. Lost in his music, he forced the twitches of insanity to halt. He was close, closer now to complete solace. Then she spoke... she asked why? Why else?! Look who he was... those eyes mocked him!

“Speak softly l- why the fuck would I not kill this.... love, so no one hears us but the sky! Cheat! Goddam cheat you prick! Look what you- The vows of love we ma-ma-ma-make....made!!!” Small chuckles escaped every so often as he fought himself. It was a frightening sight honestly.

“I ca-can explain... I’m not who you think I am.” Preston whispered, horrified of this monster in front of him.

[Seraphina]

So far, so good. This strange attacker and his little pet surrendered to Seraphina easier than she thought. She was sure that when she took it upon herself to step into this confrontation to protect the other man she was sure there would be a bit more of a fuss. But there wasn't. It made her job right now easier, but at the same time it made her worried. There were only a few reasons people like this would give as easily as they did. Either he was scared, or he thought he could overpower her. Judging by the look in his face it wasn't the first option. The look in this guy's eyes when she had tried to intimidate him was not that of fear, or even amusement, but anger. Pure unadulterated anger. An angry man was far from a scared man, and wasn't much of the type to pull a fast one on her and suddenly attack. By all rights this man should have fought back if he had the power to do so. But he didn't. For whatever reason this guy didn't bother to fight back despite not showing any hint of fear that would have at least make him think twice about it. It was enough to make the girl worry a little but she had to push the feeling away. There was no time to second guess her actions here. One wrong move and the guy she came here to protect would be dead, and so would she.

Well...maybe she wouldn't be dead. Seraphina had grown up knowing next to nothing about what she was and what she could do. She never had a mother or father to tell her these things. All of what she knew about herself was research she had done on her own years after she left the orphanage, and what she did know was that she was a solaris. A being of fire who had a lifespan that went far beyond the average human lifespan. They were also hard to kill from what she could find. How hard that was though she didn't know. Sera had been in enough life threatening fights and came out on top all the time, but she had never gotten to the point where her life was in immediate danger to test that theory out. Who knew what could happen here. Maybe she might find out just how much that information was true. Or maybe not, as worrying as the man's reaction was he didn't seem to be much of a threat at the moment so she didn't have much to worry about yet.

Taking advantage of this Sera continued to go on the offensive. The young solaris took the opportunity to disarm the man and then pin him down to prevent him from being able to fight back. Neither he nor his pet tried to do anything about it, but oh boy did he not look happy about it. Speaking of his pet, the little madman told her its name. “Shiela huh? That's a nice name...for an interesting creature.” Sera flashed the hideous creature a smile. Shiela was probably the most ugly creature she had ever seen in her life but she was interesting enough that she didn't try to kill it. Honestly she would feel a little bad if she had to kill the thing. Ugly or not didn't give her any reason at all to murder it. As dangerous as it might be the chances were if it attacked it was only doing so to protect its master. She couldn't fault it for that. It wasn't Sheila's fault that her master was an evil bastard right? So long as it didn't do anything to her or the victim she wouldn't do anything bad to it. The same couldn't be said about it's master however.

Seraphina turned her attention back at the man in her grasp, but when she asked him a few questions instead of answering the questions the guy began to sing. The girl looked at the man feeling confused but didn't make a move to stop him. Great, this was just great. Sera wasn't just dealing with a dangerous man, but she was dealing with a dangerous crazy man. This only made the situation more complicated than the girl would have liked. Sera wasn't sure on how to deal with crazy people, they were too unpredictable in a fight and at times made her feel conflicted about beating the crap out of them. It was fine enough beating up someone that was just picking on others because they enjoyed it, but with the lunatics their reason behind their violence was different. Half the lunatics didn't even know what they were doing. What about this guy? Did he know what he was doing? Or was he simply after revenge but was too lost in his insanity to realize he had the wrong guy?

He had to have the wrong guy right? Just looking at the victim here Sera could tell that this man was nothing like the man this crazed man thought he was. He seemed to sad and pathetic to do any real harm to anyone. But the crazy dude thought differently. He half sang, half snarled out an answer to her, insulting the man he thought was the man who did him wrong. “Pull yourself together man!” the girl said. Jesus christ she did not know how to deal with this guy now. “I can't help you out if you can't explain yourself properly.” The other man's voice turned her attention back to the more sane out of the two. “Yeah, you better explain this shit to me. I don't doubt that you aren't the man this guy is looking for. One of you had better start talking or I'm going to start breaking noses.”

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Explain? A terrifying lurch sickened Preston as his past was finding itself creeping at the surface, threatening to rear its ugly head. He didn’t wish anyone to know who he was or what had transpired between his blood. At the top of it all stood his dead but still influential grandfather, Matthias. All the family fought for his love... except Preston’s father, who had paid the ultimate price for his betrayal. He had destroyed Preston’s life and practically left a dead man to walk tortured for the rest of his days, however short they could be. This monstrosity of a man had suffered greatly at the strings of Matthias’ malice, but to what degree Preston was not aware. Should he tell her? The thought of exposing himself caused the lump in his throat to return, his body shivering in absolute panic. What if she killed Preston anyway? Maybe she was here to hunt him down and this was all a maniac’s ridiculous ploy! He had little choice in matter honestly... “I-I... this man is....” Preston started, voice crackling as all attention fell to him, hid azure eyes swirling with horror.

Meanwhile, the Necromancer continued to babble nonsense to anyone that happened to listen, as if trying to tune out the victim’s pathetic blubbering. He knew who he hunted, there was no mistaking who this man was! Those disgusting blue pools of deceit and mystery, perfectly disguised innocence to all wrong that they had caused. That same arrogant stare before he demolished what little reputation he had left as a doctor of important discoveries. Dr. Allenhart had failed to discover eternal life for his employer and the Creed patriarch made it perfectly aware that this would not be forgotten. That naive man, whatever Allenhart was before died long ago... this was the new beast. He was ready to cut those who had ruined his humanity.... it had finally come! Why do I care so much? Honestly it is because of Matthias that you even became this masterpiece, what pushed you to become a powerful entity of the undead. He paused mentally, chuckling slightly. Who needs a reason to kill someone? No me!

“No need to t-try and convince us that you are innocent Matthias... wh-where is that little rat hiding to p-p-protect you now huh, you f*ck!” A devilish grin poised the Doctor’s face, the creases at the corner of his mouth twitching as small bursts of laughter escaped periodically. “The tender trembling moments start. We're in a world, our very own, sharing a love that only few have ever known.” Like a record that had skipped and bounced back on track, Allenhart began his haunting melody, eyes glittering as he sang.

Rat? Who was this man talking about? “Hide behind... who?” Preston whispered slowly, inching farther and farther away as a terrifying sensation crept before him. The undead lupine clucked furiously, pacing impatiently behind the human as he almost stepped too far. Matthias hiding behind- “Wait...? Your talking about...” He cut himself off, looking to the woman still holding the mad monster hostage, nervousness causing the sick feeling to expand. The stranger was speaking of Argo, Matthias’ most devoted follower. He was adopted into the Creed line for his self-worth and ability to put everything that the old man wanted before anything. He was his most trusted advisor, his assassin, and confirmed heir to the Creed legacy. Argo was the son Matthias wished for...

Preston felt light-headed, ready to topple over. His breath began to quicken as his panic attack settled deep within his soul. He had to explain to this woman that he was not what the insane mad believed him to be. “He... this man is talking about...” He felt the blood flushing from his face and if he had a mirror, he would’ve seen a ghost staring back at him. He couldn’t say his name. His tongue became numb at the thought of giving that man existence in his life. “M-Matthias is my... g-grandfather... I...” His soft voice grew silent and his azure eyes glazed over as Dr. Allenhart glared at him, enraged.

“Lies! All lies!”

ooc; ick post...