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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 28, 2010 19:24:33 GMT -7
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He had to be crazy. What the hell could he possibly be thinking going in person to give bad news to his boss? A human giving bad news to a vampire was like a suicidal person stepping out in front of a semi. It was just asking to have trouble to deal with.
So why was he standing outside the head guy’s office? Well, he’d been working in his section, like always, when a piece of intelligence came in regarding one of the members of the organization. Meadhbh Destry, one of the werewolves that ran security, had been killed by a vampire assassin. So far the vampire’s name was unknown, but that didn’t make the situation any better. If anything it made it worse.
Hesitating a minute, Squall thought about how he was going to tell his boss what had happened. Every way that he came up with sounded like it could or would end badly. Figuring the best thing to do was just tell it how he had heard it. He knocked on the door to the office, halfway hoping that his boss wasn’t there. But on the other hand if he wasn’t, then he would just have to come back and do this all over again. And that didn’t sound like a good idea to him.
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Post by murazar on Apr 28, 2010 19:39:49 GMT -7
Murazar was sitting in his office, or his secondary office. The one he was in during a normal days work where reports sometimes came in through his own people. He of course had heard meadbh destry one of the people he had personally recruited hadn't showed up for work.
He had sent a werewolf and vampire to her house to see if anything was wrong. Most likely due to her personal illness she just couldn't come into work today, but he wasn't taking any chances. He stapled some paperwork and put it in the super fax machine thingy he had. It sent it automatically where it needed to go.
That was one of the good things about this age, his office was pretty much a chair, large oak desk that was very nice and thick, and a window that was almost impossible to break short of a missile from a tank or helo.
He heard footsteps, nervous ones. Eh, probably just a human scared witless of the big bad vampire. He grinned lightly, as he heard the nervous pip patter of the heartbeat as the human knocked on the door.
He spoke chuckling lightly, his emotions were running a nice good high of great feeling lately. "Come on in. The door isn't opening on its own." He signatured the last of the paperwork at the moment and super faxed it. For once that day his desk was clean and nearly empty except for the pen.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 28, 2010 20:16:29 GMT -7
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"Come on in. The door isn't opening on its own." a voice came from inside the office. Crap, he was there alright. By some sheer thread of stupidity, he had already opened the door before he’d even realized he had done it. Ok easy part down, hard part to go. ”Uh, sir,” he started to say after he had walked into the room and closed the door. Probably not the best idea if he had needed to beat a hasty retreat but the damage was done now.
He stood before The Director’s desk, playing out the way he would say this in his mind. Man, coming out the closet about his sexuality hadn’t been this hard. He had to get it together. ”I got the report back from the two you sent out to see why Ferocious Ferret hasn't reported in,” he continued. He had no clue how to say it. ”She…she’s dead sir,” he said finally. ”Seems to be the work of a vampire assassin.”
Now his pulse really rose. He had no way of knowing just how the vampire in front of him was going to react to the news of one of his members being killed. Would he become sullen and withdraw away from the organization for a while? Or would he outright blow up and be violent, shooting the messenger so to speak?
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Post by murazar on Apr 28, 2010 20:29:01 GMT -7
Murazar blinked in surprise since it was squall, he blinked again in surprise at hearing destry was dead. His face contorted in pure icy fury as he heard that a vampire assassin got her. His hands clasped the desk which on its own was quite strong.
He literally crushed the wood with the sheer pressure of his grip. The splinters drove into his hand and blood ran down the desk. He didn't seem to hear let alone feel the shattering of part of the huge and extremely heavy desk.
He spoke very calmly, lethally calm. His voice had taken a level he had never given it before. He almost felt like he lost a daughter if he ever had one. He was beyond angry, he was beyond wanting retribution. He wanted death, and lots of it.
"What did you just say." He completely forgot squall was who he was, he only saw a human. Heard a heartbeat, his breathing, his voice. He let go of the desk only to stand up and fling his chair at the window. It cracked and broke the aluminum parts right off. The sheer magnitude of the strength to throw it and break it indirectly had cracked the window.
He pulled back his fist and brought it straight down on the oak table. It broke his hand, he didn't care as it started to heal when he licked his own blood. He repeated in the same lethally predator-like voice. His eyes mimicked a raptors gaze and held squalls eyes. "What did you just say."
The oak table it seemed had split straight down the middle from the impact of his fist. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a blood mist. He could barely see and hear squall now.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 28, 2010 21:07:10 GMT -7
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Squall had looked down right after saying that but the tone of The Director’s voice made his head snap up. The look in his boss’s eye made his blood run cold. "What did you just say?" he asked. Squall gulped. He was speechless as the director crunched the desk like it was nothing. Even the window cracked under the tension in the room. Blood was all over his boss’s hands.
The Fox took his hand away from the desk and brought it down on the oak table. There was an audible cracking that suggested that the impact had broken the director’s hand. But that wasn’t what Squall was focusing on. It was the cold look in his boss’s eyes that had all his attention. "What did you just say?!" he repeated in the same voice laced in lethality. ”She’s dead,” Squall repeated as he was told. The Fox licked the blood one his hand.
”Sir, please calm down,” he said, trying to get the enraged vampire to calm himself before someone else got hurt. ”I only told you what the report says.” Hell for all he knew the report he had gotten was false. But who really knew save the two that had sent in the report?
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Post by murazar on Apr 29, 2010 15:56:12 GMT -7
Murazar didn't hear the second statement after he heard she was dead. He knew she was, those two he sent were trusted employee's of two different divisions picked at random. Neither had anything agaisnt him. He brought his other hand down on the oak desk in the middle.
It was almost crushed down the middle. In fact it was split in half. He ignored the fact his other hand nearly broke in that effort and threw the right side of the desk at the window in a near blinding speed of a motion. It cracked the window in a second spot, this one was bigger and more wide spread.
He ignored the fact squall was there, his blood rage was ignited like a firework on the fourth of july in america. He walked over to the wall behind him and put his fist through the wall. The sheet rock easily broke, his fist stopped for a moment as it hit the brick and it split open as his hand got stuck in it.
He gritted his teeth and ripped it out. His forearm was covered in small cuts and a few small bruises as it bled over his arm in small rivers as it hung limply at his side for a moment. He spoke gruffly, "I'm going to kill everyone outside of this damn building, all of them if I have to find the one who did this. Everyone dies." He looked at his arm as brought it up and licked his blood off to heal himself.
He was in a cold vengeance. The words he said, he mean't them. They weren't said by someone who wouldn't enforce them. Right at that moment, he would kill everyone not inside that building that very day. No one in london would be left alive if he got his way.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 3, 2010 4:43:04 GMT -7
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Squall’s heart was racing. This had gone the exact way that he hadn’t wanted it to go. Sure he knew it was a possibility for it to go horribly wrong but this was well beyond the thoughts that he had had run through his head before coming in. ”Sir, please. Just calm down a minute,” he said. This whole situation was a time bomb waiting to blow…like it hadn’t already.
"I'm going to kill everyone outside of this damn building, all of them if I have to find the one who did this. Everyone dies." the director said. Clearly calming down wasn’t in his agenda right now. It was sort of like Squall wasn’t even in the room. Blood was all over the place and so far it hadn’t been any of his. He planned to keep it that way but he couldn’t just leave the director to his own devices. It just wasn’t in his nature. Part of the reason he was a lab rat.
He had to calm him down before someone got killed. Walking over to him, Squall laid a hand on his boss’ shoulder. ”Sir?” he said, completely unprepared for anything that might happen. Being this close to a pissed off vampire could very well get him killed.
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Post by murazar on May 3, 2010 13:15:45 GMT -7
Murazar didn't hear squall, he did however just barely register the feeling of a touch on his shoulder. He reacted without thinking, the blood haze covering his eyes like a shroud. He couldn't tell friend from for, he barely knew the building he was in was a home and no one in it should die.
He turned swiftly, his left arm cracking hard against the joint of squalls arm. He went into a crouch and smashed his fist into squalls lower stomach to lower him down. His left hand insantly went to squalls shoulder and gripped it sharply and powerful enough to fracture it. He brought him down easily to his knees and he let his head rest near his ear.
He almost seemed like he was going to tear squalls entire throat out that instant. Instead he spoke frigidly, his tone brooking no quarter and no mercy. He wasn't just death, he was vengeance itself. "Give me a reason not to slake my eternal thirst for blood and heal me so I can kill hundreds of thousands of people if not millions. You have one chance, and for your sake of living longer you better make it convincing."
His right hand curled from a fist to a open palm and grabbed his stomach and pulled. It forced him even closer. Murazar's ragged, hasty, powerful breathing was moving squalls hair being this close. His fangs also being out were just barely scraping his neck as if in warning to not mess up.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 3, 2010 17:55:16 GMT -7
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Squall hadn’t been expecting the vampire to turn on him. He yelled and moved his hand when The Fox cracked hard against his arm. He could have sworn that he had heard it crack under the vampire’s strength. He had no time to react when the vampire punched him in the gut, making him double. He barely resisted as he was forced to his knees. He felt his shoulder crack under the pressure of the director’s grip.
Squall tensed when he felt his boss’ fangs at his neck. "Give me a reason not to slake my eternal thirst for blood and heal me so I can kill hundreds of thousands of people if not millions. You have one chance, and for your sake of living longer you better make it convincing." he said. Squall yelped in pain as the director’s right hand, which had been the one that had been punched into his gut, closed and pulled at the human. This was looking bad for the human. One wrong move and he’d either have his entrails ripped out or be bitten and drained lifeless. The whole situation had his heart racing a mile a minute.
”I…I don’t have a good enough reason for you not to kill me,” he said, wincing but trying to stay calm despite the situation. ”But wouldn’t it be better if you took out your anger on the assassin that took her out? I’m sure we can find out exactly what happened and who done it.” Squall’s vision started to go blurry as the pain started to be a bit much, but he fought to stay awake.
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Post by murazar on May 3, 2010 18:07:27 GMT -7
Murazar paused to removed his fangs from squalls neck to speak clearly and just as lethally icy as he was doing. This was the real shadow of death, this was death itself. "Well now, even in my blood rage I can still think you know. I know very well that we have no chance of specifically finding out the assassin without some very good help."
His mind had thought of that the moment before he flew into a rage. It was the other reason he was so mad and about to kill everyone in his path. He spoke again," Now, i'm going to give you a choice. Something interesting." He spoke not only as the shadow of death, but as something else.
He almost seemed as if he was more sadistic and lethal, his anger had consumed him. He was devoid of passion." I'm going to give you a trade, Your life or everyone in Englands lives. Make the choice now!" He was thinking of a series of tests, his conciousness was trying to work against him to try and stop him. His logical self was working in conjunction to try and divert his rage in a channel to not kill anyone yet. Instead to save it.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 3, 2010 18:33:32 GMT -7
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"Well now, even in my blood rage I can still think you know. I know very well that we have no chance of specifically finding out the assassin without some very good help." The Fox said, taking his fangs away from Squall’s neck. Squall thought that he might be coming to his senses. He didn’t know how wrong he was.
He soon found out when the director spoke again in that same icy voice that just screamed death. "Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Something interesting." he said. Squall gulped. An enraged vampire making a deal didn’t sound like a good idea to him. The anger had consumed him it seemed. That icy, lethal tone made him sound sadistic and made the boy’s blood run cold.
"I'm going to give you a trade, Your life or everyone in England’s lives. Make the choice now!" he said. What the fuck kind of choice was that?! Squall winced again at the pain he was in. His mind was working double time to make this decision. ”If you’re that intent on taking a life,” he started. He couldn’t believe he was saying this. ”Take mine. One life’s better than millions.” Sure he had no clue whether or not the director would really kill him or not, nor did he know if it would stop at his death. But then he hadn’t expected the director to flat out attack him like this either.
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Post by murazar on May 3, 2010 18:47:04 GMT -7
Murazar swiftly vanished in a at a blurring speed only to reappear behind him a moment later and jammed his left index fingers into squalls shoulder forcing him to slamm on the ground and prevent him from moving up without digging the fingers deeper and potentially into a organ or breaking a bone off into a organ.
Murazar spoke while crouching just next to him. The obviousness of his other hand being free mean't he could easily cause more pain. "Lets see, the next test. Considering your bravado and selfless sacrifice. I don't think thats enough to kill you. Now if you were a vampire or werewolf spouting that goody goody nonsense, then you'd have been dead long before this."
What squall said hit too close to home of how his father and grandfather were like when he was human. His mind worked to find another reason to kill while his other parts of his mind fought agaisnt that. His voice never changed in fact now it seemed to drop a few degrees.
"Next test, lets see if you can think through gradual pain thats increasing." He paused to sniff for a moment the blood odor sinking into the atmosphere. It seemed fairly delicious, his mind craved for blood. Any blood.
"Hmm, let see now. Ah! Now you have to make a choice. Your family and friends to live or every single building in england falls except this one. Make the choice!"
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 3, 2010 19:14:25 GMT -7
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Squall winced as he was forced onto his stomach. The action caused him enough pain to cuss a blue streak. ”FUCK! he yelled through the pain. Sex with his ex-lover hadn’t ever been this painful, even during their first time together. This pain threatened to grow if he moved, a fact that he found out the hard way.
The director crouched next to him. His other hand being free wasn’t a good sign. It meant that the pain was just going to get worse. "Let’s see, the next test. Considering your bravado and selfless sacrifice. I don't think that’s enough to kill you. Now if you were a vampire or werewolf spouting that goody goody nonsense, then you'd have been dead long before this." he said. That icy tone hadn’t faded an inch.
But he had seemed to make a dent in that rage of his, even if it did mean more pain for the human. "Next test, lets see if you can think through gradual pain that’s increasing." he said. Fuck not this again. It was getting hard to think through the pain. How many more of these tests did he have to endure? "Hmm, let see now. Ah! Now you have to make a choice. Your family and friends to live or every single building in England falls except this one. Make the choice!" the director said.
That one was an easy one. If all the buildings were destroyed, then likely the people in them would be too. ”Easy enough,” he said, wincing horribly. ”My family and friends get to live. Destroying all buildings except this one doesn’t merit that no lives are lost.”
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Post by murazar on May 3, 2010 19:55:04 GMT -7
Murazar sighed gruffly, he turned his fingers abruptly to double the pain by widening the hole. The blood was coming out quite nice although he made sure not to hit a artery or a organ on his own. He replied, "Wrong explanation, you didn't think it through. Do you suppose that if I destroy all the buildings everyone will be fine and alive? Also Englands leadership will be gone completely for the most part. That means anarchy and chaos."
He let him dwell over it for a moment, before getting closer and whispering. "Congratulations, you just condemned not only all of england to death in a more painful way than this, but the entire worlds balance. The werewolves lose a government the humans and vampires will want to regain quickly. To top it off the economic problems it'd create are worldwide. Anything to explain that decision for yourself considering you just killed more than the measly millions here in england by itself?"
He grinned wildly, he had posed a question that required thought and was potentially far more devasting to the entire world. He cocked his head to the side as if to look at squall from a different angle.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on May 4, 2010 1:50:38 GMT -7
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Squall knew he’d fucked up when the director turned his fingers suddenly, opening the wound in his shoulder to twice the size. He whimpered in pain. It literally brought tears to his eyes. "Wrong explanation, you didn't think it through. Do you suppose that if I destroy all the buildings everyone will be fine and alive? Also England’s leadership will be gone completely for the most part. That means anarchy and chaos." the director replied.
Squall felt something wet graze his hand. When he managed to look, he saw it was blood. There couldn’t be that much blood coming from just the vampire could it? Then he realized that it wasn’t just the vampire’s blood but his own as well. ”Shit, this isn’t good,” he thought.
The director got closer to him and whispered. "Congratulations, you just condemned not only all of England to death in a more painful way than this, but the entire worlds balance. The werewolves lose a government the humans and vampires will want to regain quickly. To top it off the economic problems it'd create are worldwide. Anything to explain that decision for yourself considering you just killed more than the measly millions here in England by itself?" he whispered.
Well shit, it wasn’t like he could think straight right now. ”I…can’t think straight,” Squall admitted. He was losing blood and his hold on consciousness. He just hoped to god that his boss didn’t kill him.
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