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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jan 25, 2013 19:13:46 GMT -5
John Blaine’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallways as he moved further into the building, lost in thought. Today had been a hectic day to say the least. What had started off as a seemingly fruitless venture through the outskirts of town, searching for two elusive shapeshifters had wound up with some unsuspected results. John wasn’t sure what to think of the whole mess, was it a good thing or bad? On one hand he and Jesse made a major break on one of the cases that they were working on. They had found and caught the hellhound Guillotine, who after killing one of his co-workers in broad daylight had continued on a massive killing spree, killing countless of other innocent civilians to sate his appetite. It was would be a lie for John to say that he didn’t feel somewhat happy that he and Jesse took that scumbag off the streets. Guillotine had been a pain in their ass for awhile now. The bastard had pretty much ran around the place taunting them by killing so much and just staying out of their grasp. All of that ended today.
But the cost of catching the hound was what kept him from being completely static about the event. The hellhound had not gone down without a fight. And the one who took the worst of the attack was his partner. Guillotine seemed to be just as fixated on Jesse as he had been on him. The beast ran after him first, and tried to rip off the poor man’s arm before John got him under his control. That fight had been the first time John had intentionally used his powers, and the first time he was ever truly grateful for them. God knows what John would do at that time without them. Jesse would have died back there. He almost thought that he did on their way back to the PIDA building. Jesse had fallen unconscious sometime before reinforcements arrived to take them and their suspect back to the agency from blood loss. John had spent the last few hours pacing around in a panic while the doctors worked on his friend. Now Jesse laid on a hospital bed, he was still out like a light but he was all patched up and was going to recover. At least he would get better soon. But before Jesse woke up John had to deal with something…
He had to deal with Guillotine…
Jesse wasn’t the only one who needed medical attention once they returned to the agency. Both agents did a fair number on the hellhound before they could take him down. The damages were excessive enough that even that beast would risk death if it wasn’t attended to right away. As much as John would have loved for that thing to die in a pool of its own blood after all the shit he caused he couldn’t let that happened. His job was to simply bring him in, question him to determine how much of a threat he was, and then let his superiors decide his fate. That was a part of his job, but John wasn’t heading to Gil’s cell for that. He wasn’t going to go pass judgment on the hound without the rest of his team there to give their own thoughts on the matter. There were some things that he needed to know from the suspect for his own peace of mind, questions that he needed to know for when he had confess to his group some of the secrets that he was trying to hide.
It didn’t take John long to find the place that Guillotine was being held up in. John walked over to the two guards assigned to watch over the creature’s room. He flashed his badge to the guards and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. The room was fairly similar to the room that Jesse was currently staying at. But this room had no windows and no other exits besides the heavy steel door that he had came from. There was no way for Guillotine to escape besides the guarded entrance, assuming of course if he could get out of bed first. No one wanted to take any risks with this monster. The staff had restrained the patient to his bed, both his hands and feet were bound, almost like he was a mental patient. It almost felt a bit too excessive for someone who couldn’t walk anyway. If this guy had been more human John might even have felt a little bad for him…almost.“Good evening Guillotine.” The brit said as he walked over to the hellhound’s side. “Nice to see that you are still in the world of the living. How’s the leg?”
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 28, 2013 18:19:49 GMT -5
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Guillotine didn’t like this. Not one bit. The injured beast wasn’t the least bit thrilled about being thrown into the back of black van. The only windows were the windshield, and the first two side windows, the rest of the damn thing was like one big cage. Guillotine was forced into the back, handcuffed, then placed into a seat were two guards were steadily aiming SIG556 Patrol Rifle’s at his head. These humans would surly blow his brains out if he even attempted to transform. It seemed a bit overkill, but what more would you expect from a human? Guillotine’s body began to react to the extensive blood loss, and over all stress. The beast began to slowly rock from side to side. Almost like a stressed animal in a zoo. The guards continued to point their rifles at his head, they stress seemed cold and unmoving. Gil didn’t make eye contact. Stress began to take over as the realization of it all began to hit him. He was going to the PIDA, and they were going to put him down like a bad dog. Guillotine thought about this during his stress induced delirium. He wasn’t a bad dog, right? Akhtar never treated him like a bad dog, even if he did kill. What made these humans so special? A low grumbled rumbled the injured man’s chest. He began to slip in and out of consciousness during the ride to the PIDA.
Once the van arrived, he stayed awake for the hell that was soon to follow. Once they two guards drug Gil out of the van he began to freak. Guillotine used the last of his strength to fight the staff every step of the way. Despite having a gun to his head, the beast writhed and fight against the people who were merely trying to help him. The team walked the frustrated hellhound down the long hall and into the medial room. It took a few hands to pin Guillotine down as the straps were placed around his wrists and ankles. All the while the beasts wriggled, yelled and cursed anyone who dared to get close to him. Unfortunately, one poor soul managed to get their hand too close to Gil’s mouth. The beast didn’t hesitate when he chomped down onto the nurse’s hand. It wasn’t until another PIDA member smacked him, which caused the young male to release the now bloodied hand.
It had been a pain in the ass to just get the IV into his damn arm. All the while he curse snarled and snapped. Bruises seemed to litter the poor man’s arm now. It was unfortunate that the nurse’s couldn’t find a healthy vain. Many of Guillotine’s veins had already been collapses thanks to his recent drug problem. It took the medic a while to find one, but when he did he shoved the damn thing in fast. Oh woe was he, the poor beast that couldn’t seem to get a break. Guillotine painfully fought his restraints until the sedatives set in. Perhaps the team gave the male a double dose of the stuff, because after a minute or two he was out like a light. Guillotine's sensitive ears twitched to the beeping sound of the heart monitor began to make its subtle beeps. His tired emerald eye slowly opened, his vision was hazy at first but soon it cleared. Looking around Gil realized he was no longer in that room that he was in before. Now he seemed to be in a smaller, much darker room. The dark walls and the steel door didn’t look too inviting. As Gil began to gain his barring the male began to move around only to realize he was strapped down to his hospital bed. Not only that, but he was hooked up to several monitors as well as a damn catheter. (needless to say he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon) The hound began to panic, and the machine next to him began to rapidly beep as his blood pressure and heart rate skyrocketed. The hound tried to force his way out of his restraints, he only seemed to be hurting himself rather than escaping. “DAMN IT!” the male cursed as both his leg and stomach began to throb painfully. Guillotine released a heavy sigh as he laid back. He wasn't the least bit comfortable, but he had to calm down before he hurt himself even further. His single forest green eye darted around the room. He had to get out of here, but how? This time he couldn’t count on Rose to save him again. Could things possibly get any worse? Suddenly, the heavy steel doors of the room opened. Guillotine’s single forest green eye narrowed as he saw who was walking in. It was him, the agent who blew out his knee. As he approached Guillotine, he spoke saying good evening too the angry hellhound and even calling him by his name. Of course Gil didn’t take this the right way. The beast couldn’t help but to growl at the agent as he spoke. “f*ck off..” A low grumble streamed from Guillotine’s blood stained lips as the agent asking about his knee. “Why the hell do you care?” The beast snarled as he attempted to look away from the agent but winced. he seemed to have forgotten that he had a bullet in his neck, luckily the staff managed to get it out without much trouble. The wound itself was pretty sore though. The bullets in his stomach were a different matter. Guillotine continued to growl, not only in pain, but in anger as well. “You’re the last person I wanna’ see right now…” His deep voice cracked as he spoke. Despite being pumped with pain killers his stomach still pained him. It was strange how his stomach hurt more than his leg. Perhaps it was because he was struggling against the restraints only minutes prior to John’s visit. “Damn humans.” He sneered under his breath. None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for the damn PIDA. After a moment or two he began to realize that the other man, Jesse, wasn’t around. This was rather interesting. Suppose the male died before they could get him medical treatment? Gil could only hope that was the case. Guillotine’s attitude began to change as he thought about the possibly dead agent. ”I see tubby isn’t around…” A light smile graced his handsome, yet blood soaked face. Gil wasn't in the position to be picking fun at the man who brought him in. But being the hellhound that he was, Gil wouldn't pass up an opportunity to be a jerk. “I hope I put that bastard in a body bag. “
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jan 28, 2013 22:03:33 GMT -5
Badly hurt, but still strong enough to be a defiant jackass. It was somewhat impressive, as much as John hated to admit it. This hellhound didn’t have much going for him but he did have strength, was able to take a good beating, and had this strong will to live that even he had to admire. But not enough to feel sorry for the damn beast, not even a little, seeing Guillotine as he was now only seemed to strengthen his hatred for the creature. This being had so much potential in him; he could have used it for good. But instead he used what strength he had to maim and slaughter the innocent. How many of these supernaturals were like this one? Preying on the weak like this? He hoped not much. The man shuddered at the thought of how many more monsters like Guillotine he’d have to bring down. How long would it be till he suffered a loss from one of these things?
“Oh, still have some fight in you I see?" the man said when Gil told him to fuck off. “Two can play at the smart ass game my friend, and trust me when I say that I am good at that.” John knew that he was going to be in for a special treat with this one. The hellhound was one cocky bastard, to the point of stupidity. It had ultimately been his downfall in their fight earlier. It was a trait of his that would make getting what the agent wanted out of this encounter difficult. But John wasn’t about to give up because of it. He wanted answers and he was not going to leave this room till he did. Being an ass right back wasn’t going o help his case though, but at the moment he didn’t care about that too much. John smirked when Gil snapped at him again.
“I don’t care at all. I am just trying to make small talk. You see, it’s a thing that people with class are fond of doing. I don’t expect someone of your…caliber is capable of doing.” John walked around Gil’s bedside casually looking over the machines monitoring the hellhound’s condition. He was close enough to remain in the beast’s line of sight, but not quite enough for the creature to reach. Even strapped to that bed and injured John didn’t trust the bastard not to attack him. He didn’t need to hear from the medical staff how dangerous the male was even in this state. He wasn’t too worried of course. Gil didn’t scare him now as he did back in the woods, and even then that fear wasn’t much. “I am not too fond of looking at you either, trust me. But keep up with the attitude and my face just might be the last one that ever see.”
How should he go about this the man wondered. There was a lot on the agent’s mind that it was getting hard for the man think about how to start this. Was this visit really necessary? Truth be told, Gil was going to go under questioning in a few days time, just in time for Jesse to get back up on his feet. Anything that he could get from the hellhound now he could easily get then. But the nagging problem with the shapeshifter would still bother him. Time was running out, John couldn’t keep the girl’s whereabouts a secret for much longer. With Gil here, once he was dealt with all his teams focus would shift to the last two suspects. It wouldn’t take long for the rest of his group to find out that Nova was hiding her. He needed to deal with this matter here, and now before he decided the shifter’s fate.
What the hound said next brought John back into focus. A brief flash of anger passed the man’s gaze before vanishing. No, he wasn’t going to give this bastard the satisfaction of getting him upset. “Jesse is doing quite well actually.” He replied smoothly. “The doctors are just about done patching him up and he will be ready to go home afterwards.” It was somewhat true. Though Jesse had passed out on the way back to the agency the doctors made quick work on fixing him up. The poor guy would have to wear a cast, and he’d have an ugly scar, but his arm would heal. He might need to stay overnight just to be sure he was safe, but he would recover. There was no point in being honest with the hellhound, and at least he could continue to piss him off this way. Let the bastard figure out if he was lying or not, John couldn’t care less.
“Too bad the same can’t be said for you.” The man continued. “Even if you do recover quickly, I am afraid that you will be staying with us for awhile. At least until my superiors figure out what they want to do with you. With any luck they will just kill you off and be done with it.” Dark brown eyes met Guillotine’s for a moment, a small smile smile ever present as the man looked at him. “I know what you must be thinking. You probably are thinking ‘damn you humans’ or something along those lines for what we did to you. But did you ever stop to think that maybe it’s your actions that brought you here? I understand that you are some kind of demon thing, so you don’t value life the way we do. But even a halfwit like you can understand that we have rules. And when you break those rules, you have to be punished. Your actions are the reason you are suffering. And not just you, but those around you…like your ex-girlfriend.”
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 30, 2013 3:36:30 GMT -5
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Exhaustion was quick to set in. Gil had undergone so much over the passed several hours. A life changing battle had taken place near the New Orlands High School. The confrontation ultimately ended with Gil in the dog house. Two humans with supernatural abilities defeated the hellish beast and ultimately brought him in for questioning that would decide his fate. Guillotine didn’t seem to take any of these seriously. Suppose the foolish hellhound was blind to the fact that the PIDA could easily put him down like a stray mutt in a shelter. With a snap of a finger he could be history! Too bad his ego wouldn’t let him see that. The male was far too proud. This sort of thinking would eventually lead the hellhound to his own downfall. Guillotine cursed the human, the PIDA, and this man that had begun to walk around his bed. This agent was testing his patents. Sooner or later, Gil was going to snap. This strange man continued to pace around his bed like some sort of predator. This man had yet break eye contact sense he came in the room. Gil had never been around a human like this one. Clearly, this man wasn’t afraid of him. He took Guillotine’s insults and even turned them against him. Would this bold attempt at being the bigger man stop Gil from continuing his path to ruin? No, the beast would keep fighting this useless battle. He couldn’t do so with his body, so he used his words instead. Guillotine scoffed as John replied to his ‘f*ck you’ comment. “I’ll take your word for it...” He snarled attempted to be a bit of a smart ass. Dark thoughts buzzed around within Gil’s head like a swarm of angry bees. His overly inflated ego was telling him to transform and tear this man to shreds. Despite being under the influence of his instincts Gil remained surprisingly calm. He knew if he transformed he would get nothing but a bullet to the head. It would easily be game over for him. Guillotine had to go about this satiation in a different way. He needed to see things in a new light; this was easier said than done. The brute was so used to taking care of things with his strength that he rarely even used his brain to think a satiation through. Today, this habit would change. Gil refused to transform. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him! He needed to kill, he had to kill! This man didn’t deserve to live! A bead of sweat trailed down Guillotine’s brow as he attempted to calm himself down. Too bad the heart monitor called his bluff. It was fairly difficult though, being under all this pressure. Guillotine rolled his single forest green eye as John made a rather interesting comment. The male spoke about class, and how Gil seemed to have little to none. The beast snorted defiantly as he continued to watch John. He wouldn’t hesitate to bite this man if the chance presented itself. Guillotine dared the fool to get close to him. “You can take your stupid class nonsense and shove it up your ass. Like I give a damn about some human bullsh*t, it’s the reason your kind are so easy to pick off. ” Guillotine didn’t hesitate to put his two cents in. He seemed so anxious and annoyed that he spouted out whatever came to mind. The male shifted a bit, lying there strapped down with several devises attached to you wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world. He grumbled as he moved around. His restraints were so tight. The male flexed his hand and grimaced. Did they really have to put them that tight? The straps were cutting into his wrists. Guillotine’s head snapped back to face John as he began to speak about Jesse, the man Gil nearly mauled before coming to the PIDA. A large toothy grin appeared onto Gil’s face as he watched John go through the emotions. Guillotine hoped his words hit home for this man. Gil was expecting an explosion of mixed emotions when he got the very opposite. John remained cool, calm and collective as he spoke about his dear friend. The hellhound’s confident smile shifted into a bitter snarl as he was informed that Jesse was doing just fine. “Is that so?” Gil scoffed. “The next time we meet I’ll break his other arm, how about that?” There didn’t seem to be an end to Gil’s cocky attitude. He acted like some immature teenager. The conversation that came next seemed to gain Gil’s attention. He glared at John with cold, unmoving orbs. What john said about staying at the PIDA didn’t bother Gil. After all, he did break out once before. It was what he said about his death that really took a toll on the beast’s psyche. " I’d like to see those bastards try.” It would be a lie to say that Gil wasn’t frightened. Deep down, under all that anger and loathing was a scared little pup. He wouldn’t let it be known of course, but he was truly afraid of dying. Gil bad attitude would keep him from showing his true emotions. It would take a mind reader to figure this one out. But there was one thing that got to him, something that John said next. He spoke of Akeelah- or rather his Ex. As soon as the words Ex-girlfriend were uttered the beast grew silent. It took Guillotine a moment to register what had just been said. But once he did all hell seemed to break loose. “W-what did you say?” He growled his anger began to bubble up to the surface. Though the two were no longer together, Gil still had feelings for the girl. It was strange but true. The beast’s forest green eye suddenly shifted to a deadly blood red color. His fear melted away, and anger quickly took its place. The heart monitor went crazy as Guillotine started to fight against the restraints. “What did you bastards do to her!?” Despite the pain in his sore body, Gil started to wriggle and writhe in an attempt to escape his restraints. This man knew Akeelah. His relationship with her was unknown; Gil didn’t know what to think. Blind rage began to take over, and all bets on a calm evening was off. What did this man do to his deal Akeelah? Did he hurt her? Rape her? What? His mind immediately saw the worst of the situation, when in reality this man was actually doing Akeelah a favor and hiding the woman from the PIDA. “I swear, if you hurt her in any way shape or form I’ll tear your balls off and stuff them down your throat!” A beastly snarl surged from Gil’s lips, as he pain-filled attempted sit up. “I’ll end you!” John had found the beast’s Achilles heel. Guillotine was an idiot for jumping to conclusions. What more would one expect from a brute?
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jan 30, 2013 16:02:39 GMT -5
It really wasn’t too hard to push Guillotine’s buttons John discovered. Of course it didn’t surprise the agent in the least. John barely knew the guy but it was painfully obvious that he was an arrogant, obnoxious, hot head. So poking on the creature’s weakness wasn’t much of a challenge. It was almost too easy for him. He could see that the hound was struggling to hide it, but even without the heart monitors he could see that Gil wasn’t taking this situation too well. Frankly being teased a bit was way too soft of a punishment for this bastard. John would much rather just put a bullet through his head and be done with it. But no, Gil had to stay alive for now. John couldn’t kill him, but even if he couldn’t end Guillotine’s life being an asshole to him was just as good.
John chuckled at the hound’s reply on class. Yeah, this was going to be far too easy. “And yet here you are, beaten by the very beings you mock. You should think twice about underestimating us.” The man continued to rub salt into the hell beast’s wounds. If John didn’t hate this thing as much as he did he may have felt a little guilty for all the low blows he was giving the poor guy. Why was he being such an asshole today? John hadn’t come all the way down here to gloat like some jack ass. He wasn’t above being a smart ass himself, but something like this felt like it was in bad taste. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was just something about this guy that set him off. Maybe it was him throwing the corpse of a half eaten girl at him, or watching this bastard tearing into his best friend that did it, but John loathed this creature.
As if queued by his thoughts Guillotine mentioned his partner. For a moment John let that anger slip, but quickly regained his composure. Just seeing that smug grin on his face vanish nearly made John laugh, but he reframed from doing so. After that even Gil’s idle threat didn’t seem to bother him at all. “Don’t worry; I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes before you can even take a step towards him. Even if he’s dimwitted enough to let his guard down with you, I am not that stupid.” even if Gil could escape this room (which he highly doubted), he would never attack Jesse again. There was not a person in this world that would get away with hurting anyone close to him, not his friends, and not his family. If Gil escaped he’d make it his goal to take the beast down himself.
After brushing the hound’s threats aside John changed the topic to what he was really here for, and the second he did all hell broke loose. If Guillotine had seemed edgy before he was absolutely furious. John watched as Gil struggled against his restraints, cursing, and threatening to kill him if he dared laid a hand on the shifter girl. His sudden explosion was enough to make John step back, and put his hand on his gun just in case, but despite Gil’s outburst John’s expression didn’t change. Looks like he cares after all he mused. He was honestly surprised by this. Though the man had some doubts that Gil had no more feelings for his ex, from what he had heard it sounded like in some twisted way he still cared for her. Lucky for both of them that meant now he had some leverage here. When Gil accused him of hurting the shifter John immediately jumped in.
“Like you did her?” He asked, “I doubt I could do any worse than what you had done to the very woman you seem so upset about. If it wasn’t for your foolish antics I wouldn’t have found her in the first place.” John took a step back towards Guillotine again, his eyes never moving away from his. “The girl is safe for now. Unlike you I don’t take advantage of the helpless. You can threaten me all you want, but if you kill me then she will be just as damned as you are.” The agent glanced at the door, hoping that it was not just bulletproof. What he was about to say here now would lead not just him, but the others in trouble if they were overheard. He needed Gil to keep quiet long enough to settle this. “You can trust me that the girl hasn’t been harmed. I kept her hidden and out of sight. No one knows that she is around, not even my partner.” John returned his gaze to Gil, studying the creature for his reaction. “But I can’t keep her hidden forever. Now that you are in custody my team is going to shift their focus on finding her and her, and your friend. And once they do, and they find her they will want to bring her in too. The only way to avoid that is if I can prove her innocence. That’s why I am here.”
“I want you tell me right here, right now, what happened that day when you, Akeelah, and Raffe, transformed out on the street. Depending on what you tell me now will determine if I can get at least her off the hook.”
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 30, 2013 22:37:22 GMT -5
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John was quite the talker. The male didn’t seem the least bit influenced by Gil’s threats. Hell, he rolled with it. Guillotine’s bullying plan was going up in flames. What should he do now? As Guillotine pondered his next plan of attack, John decided to enlighten him. He spoke of Jesse and how Gil wouldn’t lay a single paw on him. He then threatened the beast, stating that he would put a bullet between his eyes. Despite being threatened, Gil laughed it off. “ We’ll just have to see about that, now won’t we?” The beast sneered. His cocky attitude seemed to melt away shortly after. When Akeelah was brought up, things got serious. Despite what this agent had side before, nothing seemed to compare to what John said next. Just thinking about his words not only angered Gil, but sadden him as well. He stopped fighting hsi restraints as he thought about this. “ I-I didn’t want her to leave me…“ There really wasn’t an excuse for the young male’s actions. This agent was right. He did harm Akeelah, and because of that the PIDA found her. A shot of guilt wormed its way into Guillotine’s skull. So all of this was his fault? He put Akeelah, and Raffe in danger because he mauled a stupid girl. Guillotine sighed, this wasn’t good. Well, at least Akeelah wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. He could tell these people she had nothing to do with it, but what about him? What sort of punishment would he have to undergo? Guillotine thought about his words carefully. He could always blame the incident on Raffe. Then again, this man could always call his bluff and Akeelah wouldn’t like that idea either. Ah, well, looks like he will have to nut up and take responsibility for his actions. This was a huge revelation for Gil. The beast never truly accepted his own faults until now. The beast began to relax now that he was sure that Akeelah was ok. This man did go to the lengths to hide his mate from his partner. So why not give him the scoop? He was nice enough to protect Akeelah, and hopefully he would continue to do so. Perhaps Gil underestimated this man. Akeelah probably told him about Raffe too, sense Gil doubted he knew the male’s name beforehand. This conversation was going to be interesting to say the least.
Guillotine’s single blood red eye looked to john. There was a hint of annoyance in that orb of his, but he attempted to keep it to himself. Ratting himself out was rather hard for him to do. Gil didn’t want to take responsibility for his actions but if he didn’t Akeelah could pay the price. “This is stupid. You humans always wanna’ find a bad guy in these kinds of situations, eh? Typical.” The beast then sighed again. He had no choice; he needed to tell this man that Akeelah was innocent, and he was to blame for it all. This was easier said than done of course. “Look, the human got in my way and I put her down for it. I told my coworkers to leave me alone when I’m pissed off. I guess Elizabeth wasn’t listening when I explained that to her. “Guillotine stopped for a moment as the memories of that fateful day rushed into his head. A twisted grin plastered itself onto the man’s face as he recalled the taste and texture of the young woman’s organs. Ah, he could remember digging his fangs into the woman’s skull. In his eyes the clingy female deserved her fate. “I can remember transforming after an argument I had with Raffe. That damn shifter pisses me off. He thinks he’s so high and mighty. That day, I wasn’t going to give him the benefit of the doubt; I wanted to show him who was really top dog.” Guillotine shifted around in his bed in an attempt to get comfortable. This agent was going to be here for a while. “I know I was stupid for transforming in broad daylight. My anger gets the better of me. In case you didn’t notice, I have a very bad temper.” Guillotine cooed before he continued. His smiled subsided, and was replaced by an ugly scowl. “Elizabeth decided to intervene before the fight began. Let’s just say she got what was coming to her. “The beast didn’t seem the least bit phased about killing the woman. He figured she brought it upon herself. “I smashed the bitch’s face in, and left her in a pool of her own blood. There are ya’ happy now? I did it. I killed that woman. Akeelah was stuck in the middle of it all. She and Raffe transformed to stop me. She had nothing to do with the Elizabeth’s death.“ Gil could only hope that John would believe him. He could only hope that Akeelah would get off scot-free after this. The woman had already been through enough. Being locked away was the last thing she needed right now. The beast then cocked his head to the side like a young pup. Speaking of Akeelah… “Couldn’t you have just asked Akeelah about the whole thing? “
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jan 31, 2013 15:17:21 GMT -5
“So you tried to kill her?” he asked in disbelief. What kind of logic was that? John could barely believe what he heard. Though could he really think that the hellhound wouldn’t sink that low? It would be a lie to say that this was news to him. He already saw firsthand Guillotine’s attempt at getting his girlfriend to come back to him, he didn’t need to hear it from his mouth to know that was the kind of twisted logic that ruled his thoughts. But still…to hear it. John couldn’t understand it. If he had been in Gil’s shoes, and his wife had left him, as painful as that would be he could never end Genna’s life. He’d do anything he could to get her back, but even if that didn’t work he’d let her go. “You really are a piece of work aren’t you?” John shook his head; as much as he’d love to smack some sense into this guy he didn’t come here to berate him on his choices at that moment. All of this could wait till later.
When John moved on to the main question he saw an immediate change in Guillotine’s behavior. While the hellhound was by no means happy about his situation he had calmed down a fair bit. That alone put him at ease. So long as Gil wasn’t screaming and throwing a fit while answering him, John didn’t need to worry about anyone else stepping into the room and overhearing their conversation. John remained silent as Guillotine his side of the story, how the beast had lost his cool with Raffe, and how the human woman had come to calm him down, only to have him kill her. That sick grin Gil gave when bragging about how he murdered the woman pissed John off a little but at least from that story one thing was clear. Akeelah had told the truth.
A small sense of relief washed over him. Any lingering feeling about what he had done for her and James had washed away. John didn’t think that the shifter was lying to him, but he couldn’t rule out that possibility up until now. There was nothing to stop the girl from lying to them if she wanted to. As far as they were both concerned, this case meant life or death for the suspects involved. He couldn’t blame Akeelah, Gil, or Raffe for lying to him if push came to shove. If Akeelah had lied then he wouldn’t hesitate to bring her in, he couldn’t afford the risk of letting a dangerous supernatural go free because he felt too much pity to arrest them. But Gil’s story matched hers, unless they rehearsed it before hand he was hard pressed not to believe it now.
“Of course I asked her.” John replied once Guillotine was finished. “But I couldn’t believe what she told me for certain unless I heard your side first. That way if either of you were lying I could tell if your story was different.” There was little point in lying to the hellhound now. Since he was willing to tell John the truth, John had to return the favor. “You see, I am a cautious man. I took a risk to keep her whereabouts a secret. And though I didn’t bring her here like I should’ve that doesn’t mean that I am going to be soft and just let her, or anyone else get away if I still had doubts.”
John looked around the room for something to sit on, knowing well enough that he was going to be in here for awhile. There were still a few more details that he could ask, and he was sure that Gil would want some answers of his own. The man pulled a chair from the corner of the room and moved it beside Gil’s bed before sitting down. “Can you tell me a bit about Raffe? What kind of relationship did you two have with him? And what made you angry with him that day?”
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Post by Guillotine on Jan 31, 2013 18:20:03 GMT -5
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Guillotine grew silent as he thought about the fight he and Akeelah had. Waves of guilt continued to crash over the young beast. What if he killed her that day, and then what would he do? Kill himself? Because he couldn’t get what he wanted? Gil was childish in this sense. Needless to say he had a lot of growing up to do. John’s next question seemed to rub Gil the wrong way. It was just the way he said it, that caused Gil to shy away and growl. He didn’t want to think about that day, not now anyway. “Yes, I did…” It was hard to admit this fact, but it was true. Surprisingly enough the deadliest thing Akeelah could be around was her own mate. It was irony at its best. Here Gil was wishing to protect his dear mate, when he should really be protecting her from himself. John then went on to call the male ‘a real piece of work’. Gil could hear the sarcasm in his voice. It sickened him. “I’d hold my tongue if I were you human.” A low warning growl crept from Guillotine’s throat. He down played the bulling a bit; this was only because of Akeelah. Gil was being honest to this man, which was a little strange. Well, John did have Akeelah in his custody. This man could easily turn Akeelah in if he didn’t corporate. Guillotine couldn’t bear the thought of Akeelah being locked away here. The woman had been through enough as it is. Besides, Akeelah was innocent. She doesn’t deserve to be locked away like some animal. If that were to happen Gil would go ape shit. John seemed pleased after Guillotine explained the situation. Apparently, he did ask Akeelah the same question. Luckily for her both answers held the same results. “I’m not surprised. Akeelah isn’t a bad person.” Gil replied with a smile. He missed his mate, oh so very much. After Gil spoke John began to look around. Did the human misplace something? The hellhound watched as John found a chair and pulled it over to his bed side. Oh great. This couldn’t be a good sign. Guillotine rolled his blood red eye. This man was already overstaying his welcome. It was obvious that he was going to be here for a while. Perhaps Gil could use this to his advantage? This man was asking him questions, surly he could ask some of his own. “Raffe is a pain in the ass.” Guillotine explained, his smile shifted to a frown. For a brief moment Gil flashed a look of discontent towards John. Did he really want him to go into detail on how much he hated this damn wolf? “Raffe is Akeelah’s friend; and get it straight right now. I don’t what to have nothing to do with him. He’s one of those condescending little goody-goods.” Just bringing Raffe up left a bad taste to Gil’s mouth. The male would admit, from time to time the two would get along, but their mutual relationship would never last long.“We fight sometimes. That’s really all I can tell you. I don’t really know much more about him other than the confrontations we’ve had.” Gil then looked down at John. “Now I wanna’ ask a little question of my own. Where are you hiding Akeelah?"
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jan 31, 2013 20:09:31 GMT -5
John rolled his eyes at the injured man when he warned him to hold his tongue. Guillotine could threaten him all he liked but he was not the one who would be calling the shots here. If he wanted to criticize Gil’s life choices he would do so without a second thought. But for now he kept silent, more interested in hearing what Guillotine had to say than putting in his two cents. John listened intently to what the hound had to say. So far so good, Gil’s story didn’t really differ from the shifter’s. It was good enough to erase what little doubt had lingered in his mind since the day he and James left the hospital. There was still the possibility that the two rehearsed this story beforehand but he doubted it. If they had done so it would’ve been easier to claim that the wolf shifter was responsible for the incident instead of making Gil take the fall. This was all he needed to know so he could confess to the others what he and James had done.
But he didn’t want to leave just yet. Even though he and Jesse would get another chance to question Guillotine later for more details he couldn’t help but ask a bit more about this Raffe character first. Hey, he was already asking questions that he didn’t have the right to do now so why not? It looked like there was not much about the other shifter that Gil could tell him though. This case really was a lot less complicated than they had expected it to be. All that had happened to cause this was some stupid fight that went horribly wrong, all thanks to an overly aggressive hellhound that couldn’t think. John wondered how disappointed that Jesse would be once he found that out himself. The poor man nearly risked his career just to learn all he could about the victim, her relationship with her killer, and what possible reasons one would have for killing her, when all this time she had died just because she ‘got in the way’.
John let Gil finish explain his relationship with Raffe when he asked him about where Akeelah was. John had seen this question coming, but even then he hesitated to answer. Should he tell the truth? He didn’t know if he should. When he mentioned Akeelah he had purposely made it seem like he alone was keeping her captive. But in reality he wasn’t. It had been James who insisted in keeping her. John didn’t fight him over that, as risky as it was keeping a potential prisoner in a house full of people who didn’t know about their ‘extra work’, he had no intentions of taking the girl home with him. There was no way that he could possibly explain to Genna why some pregnant teenage girl would be crashing at their place for awhile. What would happen if he told Guillotine that though? While it seemed very unlikely that the hellhound would get out of here any time soon, if he did the first thing he’d do would go look for the girl. And that meant that he’d go looking for James and his friends.
He couldn’t risk putting his friend in danger like that. Not just him, but Akeelah too. If Gil could bare his fangs at the girl he claimed to love before there was nothing stopping him from doing so again. The girl barely survived the first time; he’d be insane to let that happen a second time. In the end John just shook his head. “I can’t tell you that at this time.” He said flatly. “You never know who might be listening here. It is risky enough that I just told you this. If I was found out I’d be screwed. But so long as I don’t reveal where she is now then she will be safe. It’s not much but it’s something.” That was the best answer that he could give, like it or not Gil would have to take it. It wasn’t like it wasn’t particially true either. There was a slight chance that anyone could overhear their conversation, or even had Gil’s room bugged just in case something happened. As far as he knew that wasn’t the case but he wouldn’t completely dismiss that theory either.
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Post by Guillotine on Feb 1, 2013 13:09:10 GMT -5
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Gil was getting more irritated with each passing second. He wasn’t used to staying this still for so long. The beast was accustomed to walking around the city, and patrolling his territory. Putting him in this room was like taking a wild animal out of the wild and putting them in a zoo. If Gil stayed in this room too much longer he would be driven insane. He could recall the last time he was here at the PIDA. Pacing around a cell was the daily activity, until he escaped. He didn’t do this feat alone. It was Rose who helped him out of this hellhole. Unfortunately, Gil didn’t see her coming to his rescue anytime soon. The two had a good run in the beginning, but it seemed they were growing apart. It had been ages since Gil last saw his dear friend. Chances are she didn’t know he was at the PIDA. Guillotine’s thoughts then switched to Akhtar.
Perhaps he could count on his alpha to get him out? Akhtar had always been fairly lenient on Guillotine, even if he did kill. The wizard always seemed to forgive him, but not without a long ass lecture first. Gil had the man wrapped around his paw. Powers or not, Akhtar would have to see that something was wrong. Guillotine was practaly living with him after all. Then again, Gil did make a habit of leaving unannounced for a while, then coming back. The beast cursed to himself. There was nothing he could do to get out of here, huh? The only thing to do would be to fight back, but he would have to wait till his wounds healed. Whenever the beast gets back on his feet, he vowed to makes this agent’s lives a living hell.
Guillotine would have to be careful on how he was going to go about this. John did still have Akeelah held captive. The young beast would have to be causous, he didn’t want to piss him off. Who knows what John could do, or will do to the poor girl? So far he seemed kind enough to lend Akeelah a hand, but there had to be a deeper motive to this. Gil couldn’t believe John was doing out of the goodness of his heart. No, there had to be something more to this. As John began to explain the current situation Gil’s eyes narrowed. So he wasn’t going to tell him were Akeelah was? Granted, this man had a good excuse, but Gil wasn’t buying it. “Very well, whenever we are truly alone you can tell me.” Guillotine wasn’t about to let this go. He was hell-bent on seeing Akeelah again. Gil could only hope they wouldn’t be seeing each other through the bars of a cage.
The tall man began to get restless again. Anxiousness began to take over. Gil wriggled around, and winced as he did so. Perhaps he could get this man to losses his straps for him? Nah, this man wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t do a thing like that, but maybe someone else could. fist things first, he needed to get rid of John. A loud, annoyed sigh escaped from Gil’s mouth this had been one hell of a day. He then eyed John for a moment before speaking. A low grumbled escaped his throat. “Are we done now? ”
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Feb 1, 2013 15:16:27 GMT -5
The look in Guillotine’s eyes told him that the hellhound didn’t believe what he had said. But at least he didn’t call him out on it. John breathed a small sigh of relief; though he wasn’t completely lying to him he didn’t want to be pressed on it. Even if the hound did call his bluff he wasn’t going to give him any information on where Akeelah was. If it meant putting those around him in unnecessary risk he was not going to do it. End of story. Silence fell in the room while Gil fidgeted around in his restraints and John watched. In a weird way it was kind of amusing to see the hell beast in his current state. The once arrogant, bloodthirsty fiend reduced to nothing more than a poor dog trapped in a cage. There was no room in John’s heart to pity this creature. As far as he was concerned Guillotine deserved what was coming to him.
But what was coming to him? He wondered. That question had always bothered the man since he first joined the case. No one seemed to know what the PIDA did to the dangerous supernaturals once they were captured. Did they kill them? Confine them? Or study them? Maybe they tried to reform them so they could be released back into society. John’s guess on the matter was as good as anyone elses. It bothered him that he didn’t know, especially back at the hospital when he was trying to argue about taking the girl in. It just made it harder for him to deny James the chance to take the girl when he thought of the worst possible scenario happening to someone who might not have done anything wrong. He wasn’t the only one that was bothered by it too. Jesse made it no secret that he wanted to know just what would happen to the suspects if they managed to capture all three of them.
At least in this case, thinking about the worst possible scenario didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. If anything he felt better about it. And imagining Gil laying here and thinking about the same thing was just as equally satisfying. After an awkward pause Guillotine turned back to him and asked if they were done. Were they? He wondered. It seemed like John had gotten the answers that he wanted a lot sooner than he thought he would. He had assumed that Guillotine would prove to be a bit more difficult to cooperate with, but the opposite turned out to be true. Yeah, he at least was finished with this. “Unless you have any more questions I think we are done here.”
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Post by Guillotine on Feb 1, 2013 20:14:41 GMT -5
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Guillotine growled as he continued to wriggle against the restraints. He was becoming restless, and aggravated. Hellhounds were never meant to be confined. Like any other wild animal he needed space to roam. By nature, these beats were used to roaming vast distances and gather packs. Guillotine couldn’t preform such tasks here at the PIDA. If he were to be confined for too long it was a possibility that he would get some form of mental distress. This experience alone was frightening enough. Luckily the beasts hadn’t shut down from the stress of it all. Guillotine was still alert as ever, but how long would this willful attitude last? Though Guillotine was a fighter, he could be broken. Willpower can only last for so long.
After a brief moment of silence, John spoke. He stated that their talk was over unless Gil had any more questions. The hellhound was tempted to just say ‘no, just leave.’ But a particular interesting thought still lingered around in that sick head of his. “-Yeah, just one.” He replied as he looked John in the eye. A lack of empathy took over his features. The male’s eye brows furrowed as he spoke. “So, What are you agents going to do with me?” This was a serious question, one that Gil longed to ask since they wheeled him into the PIDA. Would these humans just put him down? If so how would they go about doing it?
Fear began to worm its way into Guillotine’s skull. What If these agents decided to kill him? He would never see any of his dear friends again. In all honesty, friends were all that he had. Gil didn’t have any parents, or the demon that created him. If he did die, what would they do? Would they go about their lives or would they mourn for him? Thoughts like this continued to swarm around in Guillotine’s head. Chances are, the male was just making himself more anxious and worried. He attempted to hide it behind a stone cold face.
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Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Feb 1, 2013 20:57:40 GMT -5
With all of TB’s questions answered this conversation was being brought to a close. It had been shorter than the man expected it to be, but all in all he couldn’t complain. Guillotine wasn’t the most enjoyable company in the world to have. John would be more than happy to end this conversation and move on with his life. After all the man had places to go, and people to see. He wanted to get out of this place so he could go and check on Jesse. How long would it be till the man regained consciousness? He hoped that it would be soon, but even if it wasn’t John planned to be by his friend’s side till he woke up again. He’d have to make up some kind of story to tell Genna if he had to stay over longer than he planned to. And what about the others? Everything had happened so fast that John had not had the chance to tell the others yet. Once he left Gil’s cell he would have to look for the others. He knew that there were still a few members on his team that were on duty today, if he was lucky he’d find one of them still in the building.
He also needed to get in contact with James or Nick while he was at it. They needed to know what happened and get ready to tell the rest of the group about the girl. James wouldn’t like it but it had to happen. He might as well prepare for that now. John told Gil that he was done for the time being, but offered to stay just in case he had any further questions. He didn’t have to do that of course, in theory he didn’t need to do anything for the mutt. He had more important things to do with his time. But he decided to give the man a chance. In a strange way he felt as if he owed the hound something. He had cooperated with him enough to tell him what John needed to know. It couldn’t have been an easy thing owning up to what he had done. Guillotine might not have done it for any moral reason but by taking the fall he sealed his own fate. The least he could do was answer a few questions.
And it looked like Guillotine did have one more question to ask. What he asked wasn’t very surprising. What was going to happen to him now? John wasn’t sure, and didn’t know who to ask to give a better answer. But he tried his best to give him something. “After you and Jesse have a few days of rest you will be taken in for questioning.” The man began. “You will be asked some of the same questions that I asked you already, most likely in better detail. After that you will be handed over to our superiors…but beyond that I don’t have a clue.” John sighed again. “That’s the extent of my knowledge. I haven’t worked here for long so they haven’t told me much. My only job at the moment is bring in people like you and drop you off, after that no one feels the need to tell me.”
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Post by Guillotine on Feb 4, 2013 21:00:24 GMT -5
Guillotine hoped he could find a way out of this place, and fast. He lacked the luxury that was Rose. The woman had been a tremendous amount of help during his last escape. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t come to his rescue this time, and he knew it. What could he possibly do to get out of this one? The male would have to put his intelligence to the test. At this point, Guillotine’s future looked rather bleak. Soon enough he’d be judged. Guillotine swallowed hard as a nervous lump formed in his throat. If the ‘superiors’ were just as harsh as John then he was doomed. Guillotine remained silent as the agent spoke. The male informed Gil that he really didn’t know what was going to happen to him, and that he was new to the job. The beat’s eye brows furrowed. Great, he was taken down by a mere rookie. What kind of hellhound was he? As Gil began to question his own ‘hound-hood’ John continued to look down at him, watching the young beast like hawk. So now what? The beast analyzed John’s words. So thoughts buzzed around in Gil’s skull.
Perhaps he could use their system against them? Surly they would have to take him out of his bed sometime, especially if he was going into questioning. The male doubted they would wheel him out in a hospital bed. Whenever they do, he would strike! It was a rather stupid idea, but it was all he could muster at the time. “I’m done with the questions…” Guillotine snarled. His voice with held an unusual confident tone. “You can leave now human.”
((End of thread))
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