The Four (closed)

[Nocturnal Creatures]

|| Chelsea Kairen || 21 || Female || Shapeshifter || Location; at hotel || Tagged; everyone mainly esmeree ||

Chelsea watched carefully as the wolf got to its feet, sizing her up and obviously thinking that she had the advantage due to Chelsea's smaller size. Still, she had grown up with her ability, learned how to use it effortlessly, this girl had nothing on her, she was new to this and that was obvious enough to Chelsea. Despite the louder growls coming from the wolf she wasn't phased, she was confident in her own abilities, besides, she had a plan. She always had a plan. Not to mention the wolf was already injured, she'd heard the crunch of bones when Hyde hit her and she'd decided at that point that she didn't want to get on the wrong side of him. She could see the flames burning around them and figured that it must have been witch boy that had done it, good to know where everyone stood on the power front.

Despite being unable to talk body signals could easily be read while in her animal form so the wolf's message was easy to read. A simple challenge and an insult. Still, Chelsea kept her fur flat apart from what was spiked with the tension of her muscles. She wouldn't let that pathetic insult get to her. Damn right I want to take you on. You're just a child, immature and inexperienced why don't you just run back home pup, you're not ready for this fight, run back to your mother! Her snarls displayed the meaning and menace in her words. As much as she was pissed off that the female had her blood it still intrigued her and it almost felt wrong to attack her, after all she was now, technically, not the last of her kind. Her eyes followed he wolf as she padded forward, growling with each step before stopping in front of her. So, which one of them was to make the first move. Chelsea opted against it and instead "spoke" again. I must ask, how'd it feel when you stole my blood? Did you feel as alone as I did? Did you know that you were one of the last of your kind? You call us monsters and I accepted that long ago, heck I relish in the thought of being a monster at times. Yet you, all humans, are just as bad. You hunt us to extinction and beyond and still think of yourselves as good. Accept it you're now more monster than human and once you kill us then your masters will kill you next.

She stood almost no chance of convincing the girl that it was useless to fight yet she still continued, Do you really think you could kill one of us? Have you ever killed a living thing before? I have and it ain't as easy as you might think, and yeah it gets easier but still, I don't think you could do it. You're just too pathetic to even manage it. Chelsea was doing her best to ensure that her words wormed their way under the wolfs pelt and got under her skin. She did think that she could win this fight but she knew that it would not be without injury and God only knew what spilling shapeshifter blood would do to the two vamps who stood not too far behind them. Her heart was racing and her ears lay flat back against her head, she didn't know why the other shifter was so wary of fighting, perhaps it was the blow that Hyde had struck but that didn't seem like enough. The wolf just didn't seem to want to start the fight, as though she thought that by letting Chelsea strike the first blow that she wouldn't be at fault. Her eyes traced along the strong, well-muscled body of the wolf, she could certainly pack a punch and Chelsea knew that she would have to be careful if she decided to strike first. And, no matter who struck first, Chelsea had a plan, one that the wolf wouldn't expect and one that had helped her to win many fights before, after all, you never show your full hand at the start of a game, and man was she good at bluffing.

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( role: speedster )xx( gender: female )xx( location: hotel )xx( tags: harley )

"Well that's lovely, truly," she sympathised in a sweet tone. "But that's not my fault, truly." Saidi sighed, waving her hand dismissively. "Though, it seems to me like they didn't really quite need your consent, now did they?" There was a clear teasing ring to her voice, if her posture and stance didn't give away her mock-casual tone. She seemed far too comfortable to be talking to a creature that held the capability to snap her clean in half. However, a part of her, minuscule as it was, knew that she could be some degree of trust into Harley to not kill her. She had studied his personality almost to an art: She knew the buttons she could press, and the subjects she could tease. It felt nice- Knowing things that he didn't.

A grim smile formed on Saidi's expression in place of her sure-fire grin. "That may be where you're wrong. I'm the closest thing you have to kin. I am your specie, sadly enough for you. I may not share all of it, but I do share your blood, and that's closer than any of the rest of them have gotten to you," she said with almost a sigh, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to the others. She had tuned them out long ago, but occasionally she would pick up on their raised voices, and flinch, but otherwise ignore the commotion. Not her fight.

Her red eyes narrowed a bit when he claimed that she and the rest were there to kill them. Correction: she and the rest were there to kill three of them. The other three agents had the intent to kill Harley: One desire Saidi did not hold. The speedster hated the very idea of having her donor dead by her own hands, let alone any one else's. For him to have survived so long, only to be cut down by a couple of rookies? She allowed herself to smile at him. "The others, they may be here to kill you... But that is not my purpose, no. If I wanted you dead, trust me, Harley Curtis, you would have died. But you seem alive and well for a vampire- Correct me if I'm wrong." Her arms opened, and she took a step closer to him. "I am looking to avoid a fight with you, Harley, not create one. Why so eager to defend something that I am granting you? Life, freedom, security of person. All without a price. How's that, hm?"

Something flashed across her expression, but it quickly faded. "Well, I don't ever suppose you got the opportunity to introduce your own self, seeing that it is quite unnecessary. I might beg to differ, and say that it has been quite the pleasure to make your... Ah, acquaintance, however you may protest." Saidi smiled to him, smoothing a hand over her jacket, and standing a bit straighter. She truly did enjoy the... enlightening talks with Harley. It clued her in further as to how he and his personality all fit together so nicely into his profile. It was perfect, truly, to watch things all lock into place for her. And when did they not? She had a silver tongue and was a natural born leader: she had every right to earn her way, every time.

"So, if you would, spare me. I am not to kill you. You're far too intriguing to me for that to happen." She tapped her temple with her knuckle, smiling a little. "Though, I don't quite see you as an object to be marvelled at." A gentle sigh passed her lips, sounding regretful. "I know there must be some underlying emotions you hold towards the idea that you are, in fact, not the last of your blood line..." She just wanted to hear him admit this to her out loud, truly. And she wanted to find some way to get Harley to trust her by further driving home the idea that she was of his blood, where as the others he had taken as on his side, they were fighting their own battles.

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the vampire . pansexual . location;; hotel . tag{s};; saidi
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harley wanted everything saidi was saying to be false, but, unfortunately, it just wasn't. every last word she uttered held some level of agitating truthfulness. he didn't understand how this woman could be educated so much on him, but somehow she was. it was as if she'd read an entire book about him, and could point out and label each and every factor that made him who he was. this was mildly disconcerting, but he tried not to think too much about it. if he did, then he'd likely begin to look frightened. and, obviously, that would be the death of him. he absolutely despised appearing weak in anyone's eyes, whether they were his enemy or not. but, naturally, enemies made him the most furious. if they saw him a bit twitchy and uncomfortable, they could feed off of it until he could hardly fight back. it was pathetic, and he certainly didn't want that for him and saidi. imagining her, a human with some of his blood inserted into her veins, defeating him? it made him sick to his stomach just imagining it.

however, yes, saidi was correct. what a surprise. everything she was saying was correct. harley glanced in the direction her thumb went, understanding what she meant. it was true, the people he had chosen to fight for weren't his species. the extraordinary group that had only just met moments before didn't relate to him at all, asides from one thing. they were all supernatural creatures of some sort, and were seemingly the last of their kind. that is, until these half human hybrids burst into the picture. now, harley had someone standing before him with douses of his blood mixed with her own. she had instincts similar to his, and could likely empathize much easier with his issues. she could make him feel less lonely, and like he wasn't the very last of his kind. after she'd made that comment, he averted his gaze from her completely. he couldn't bring himself to keep looking at this woman, her and her fangs and red eyes. it didn't feel right, this peculiar faith he felt. he should despise her very existence, but he didn't. not really. in fact, seeing her made him a bit... happy. happy for the first time in so, so long. harley had been living with the sensation of hopelessness for years now, but now he was faced with something new. an opportunity. the loneliness could be brought to its end. and it made him feel queasy just thinking about it. relying on this hybrid for his company? no, just no! it felt so utterly wrong.

harley had yet to speak again until saidi diverted the conversation into a new direction. she was claiming to not be there to kill him, which only made the vamp feel even more of a sickly trust in her. she, or so she said, hadn't come to kill him. "well... yes, i guess i am pretty "alive and well". i'm thriving," he replied with a disgruntled expression, at last making eye contact with saidi once more. and just in time too. as soon as he'd reconnected their gazes, he got to see her spreading her arms and approaching him a bit more. he mimicked her footsteps, but instead he went backwards. instantly he was back in his defensive stance, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up. but, once again, his distrust in her was brought to its end. she was merely trying to be "kind", and hoping to make him comfortable, he presumed. looking to avoid a fight? "you? giving me security of person? why do you suppose i should trust you when you say that? because i must say that i don't."

just after harley finished ranting to saidi, things went a bit downhill for him. he could distinctly hear her still speaking, going on and on about "making his acquaintance" and whatever else. but he didn't catch all of it, for he was too busy getting a bit dizzy. the ground beneath him felt like it had randomly just begun to sway, causing him to lose a bit of balance. he squeezed his eyes closed for a few moments and was forced to catch himself on the side of the hotel, which was covered in dirt and other disgusting things blown up by the wind. he had to stand like that for a few moments, disoriented and confused, until he finally stopped feeling like he was swaying around. harley knew exactly what had caused the sudden dizzy spell, and it was hunger. vampires began to feel starved just as any ordinary human did, but for whatever reason it seemed to happen much quicker for his species. it was likely since he lived off blood, but he couldn't help that. but harley knew he was beginning to not feel so well, and he'd have to cave into the hunger sooner than later. naturally, this spell had made him appear extremely weak and he hated knowing that saidi still stood there. he'd regained enough consciousness in time to hear himself being called "intriguing".

"intriguing. hm. well, how thoughtful of you. i must say that i do appreciate your generosity, especially in you saying that i'm nothing to be awed over," harley mumbled sarcastically, raising his now filthy hand from the side of the hotel. he scrubbed off the layer of dirt onto his pant leg, disgusted by the exterior of this building. he'd long-since forgotten the idea of sleeping indoors that night. harley's eyes only continued to get redder, shifting between different shades as his anger only boiled up more and more. but, something halted his lustful anger, and it was what saidi had said. mentioning the idea of him and his "underlying emotions", and the mere idea of him feeling some sort of relief in knowing he wasn't the last of his species. it made him absolutely disgusted, but she was right. again. shocker. "i don't like you very much, saidi al-hasheem, but yes. it's just lovely seeing that someone has my blood swimming inside of them." he attempted to make himself sound as sarcastic as possible, but it wasn't easy. because, in truth, he did kind of enjoy seeing someone else with his fangs and his eyes and his blood. someone he could actually relate to.

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❝ s a i d i xxxa l - h a s h e e m ❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

( role: speedster )xx( gender: female )xx( location: hotel )xx( tags: harley )

Her head lowered, and Saidi sighed gently. Façades were hard for her to keep up, and even more difficult to create. Her eyes raised again, settling on the vampire. Saidi was not a violent person, and for Harley to doubt her claim that she wasn't here to kill him, well. It was like a punch right in the pride she held so high to herself. "Albeit not mutual... I trust you," Saidi told him with a shrug, shifting her weight slightly to the left, almost as if she was bracing herself. She noticed the animalistic stance he took up, and her own guard rose. Her eyes seemed to darken, and her expression fell, watching him closely.

Something was wrong. His entire being seemed to slump, and he was relying on the wall next to him to keep himself standing. Frowning, her head tilted a bit, wanting to reach out and grab his arm, find some way to ground him. Confusion was prevalent at first, but then it subsided when she relied back on the information of her extraneous research gone into the vampire- So she could better understand both herself and Harley. Mostly for herself, as she wanted to know exactly who and what she was, and what she was capable of.

She was a mutant, a hybrid. She would never deny that fact. Harley seemed to scorn her for it, which the very thought had her wincing. Yes, she was like him, but in the same instance, she wasn't. Saidi almost felt compelled to apologise to him for not having one hundred per cent of his blood. Thankfully, she stopped herself. Saidi didn't apologise to people, let alone admit to fault or failure. To do so would be extremely out of character for her to do, and rarely does she find herself in a situation where she truly believes she was to blame for something. (If she did, she still stood by her non-negotiable pride. Saidi was very egotistical.)

The red in her eyes seemed to dull, looking more black now than they did crimson. "We both know that is not what I meant in saying that." Her connotation was that she didn't see Harley as an object. He seemed to take her words, and twist them to sound however he pleased. And the very thought had angry coursing through her veins, lighting the vampire blood in her body back to life. The red returned to her eyes like a flicker of lightening, and her fangs were bared once more. Her indignation, at this point- She was still considered a fledgling, new to the idea of having the creature's blood running so darkly through her- was uncontrollable. Saidi didn't know where to channel it, how to divert it and put it something else she did. Only she couldn't. Her rage would only build up over time, until it burst once she couldn't stand to let it brew. Her anger was undefinable, and raw.

Al-Hasheem refused to let Harley get to her fury, however. Self control was not her strong characteristic, but she could at least learn to hold it off. She could let herself brood over it later, but now was not the time. "Please," she spat, her eyes narrowing, eyebrows drawing in to show him her struggle to grasp onto her temper. "You need my help more than you would like to admit. I can help you... Believe it as you may." Saidi frowned just slightly, looking at the vampire with interest in her eyes. Did she want to help him? Of course she did. Naturally, she felt compelled to do so. Protect your kin, protect him with you life. Her instincts reminded her with each step she took the plan she must follow. Normally, she ignored this instinct, the voice that compelled her to mindlessly execute given tasks. She was the leader, not them. Saidi created the rules, the guidelines, the mission.

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the vampire . pansexual . location;; hotel . tag{s};; saidi
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harley lacked the focus he had when this conversation first began, unfortunately. his pointedness and strict demeanor deteriorated as his hunger grew stronger. the prominence of his starvation was a bit too overbearing, causing him to want to tip over. however, he kept his feet planted to the ground. against all odds, he would keep himself steady. he needed to, or else everyone around him would foresee him as a weakling. and, considering the fact saidi had so eloquently informed him that the others with her wanted to kill him, he needed to avoid appearing weak at all costs. but that was getting far more difficult each passing minute, causing him to visibly shrink a tad. really, this was terrible timing! and to think, he'd only just snagged the blood of an animal a few hours before. animals never held the same satisfaction as humans did. their blood, delicious as it was, could never quite fill him. in fact, it was more of a fake antidote to his hunger. he would drink an animal's blood, and essentially fool his body into thinking it was being fed. it would subside his cravings temporarily, but they'd kick back in sometime after. and, here was the after. harley had been dealing with this since childhood and still hadn't been able to conquer his overbearing hunger. no matter what, the side effects of his needs would never stop being painful. his thoughts wandered to the hybrid before him, and instantly a question formed. did saidi need blood to survive too? it made sense that she would, with his blood and all. but something about her told him otherwise. she possessed his instincts, but not the dire requirement to consume the crimson liquid. and she was trying to convince him she could empathize with him? as if.

harley crossed his arms over his chest defensively, closing himself in a box. saidi kept looking at him with so many different expressions, he was beginning to grow a bit disturbed. one moment she seemed intrigued, the next she was irritated. she was confusing, but he had to admit she'd gained his interest. she was very quick to inform him that she trusted him, which was odd. but all the same, no it wasn't. saidi had some sort of almighty knowledge of him, as if she'd read about his personality from the pages of a book. her general understanding of how him and his vampirism functioned was a little disconcerting. unfortunately, she punched every correct button. he was warming up to her. it was probably the fact that she had yet to try and kill him, which still made no sense to him. he stared at his feet, his black shoes muddy and unkept. he'd had them for quite some time, so it was no wonder.

the conversation was carried along by saidi, of course. harley had certainly not stopped caring, he wanted to talk to this woman forever and ever. even if they argued themselves in circles it wouldn't become exhausting, and it was only because he could watch her teeth maneuver in her mouth. someone else who understood the awkwardness of speaking through enormous teeth! and her eyes, occasionally deepening to a sharp red shade. his did the same, of course. they related in those ways. she, although a hybrid, could consider herself his specie. that gave him enough stimulation to become happy once more.

harley was snapped out of his trance, caused by watching her teeth, when she began to bristle. she was angry, and he wasn't certain why. as she spoke, he soon figured it out. she was merely pleading with him, practically desperate for his trust in her to be redeemed. his lip curved upwards a tad, doing all he could to ignore his dizziness. "what do you think i need your help with?" he questioned, knitting his eyebrows. the commotion that went on around them hadn't even crossed his mind since he'd approached saidi. everything had begun to blur as soon as he and the hybrid began to speak. in fact, he'd hardly noticed jackson's transformation into hyde. truly, he was far too invested in this conversation. admitting that would be hell, so he didn't plan on it anytime soon.

"give me one good reason that i should put my faith in you, and perhaps i'll consider it. because as of right now, the only impression you've made on me is that you're a hybrid who stole my blood. i know that we relate in many ways, and it does make me happy to see someone like me, but... it feels false. i keep reminding myself over and over that you haven't seen what i've seen, and you didn't have to survive on your own like me. and, also, some of your gained instincts are different in comparison to my own. do you need blood to survive, because i don't think you do. so, really, how dare you traipse into my life and dare to attempt to convince me that we are one and the same. because we aren't, we just aren't!" his voice rose drastically each venomous word he uttered, unable to prevent himself from snapping his jaws together right in saidi's face. his eyes were ablaze with red once more, threatening and actually a bit frightening. but, almost immediately, the vicious color faded away, and as did his resentment. eyes brown once again, but with something new in them. something actually a bit bizarre. they were slightly glazed over, revealing the idea that he wanted to cry. he buried his face into his hand, exhaling loudly. his emotions were soaring in every possible direction, and it was likely caused by his hunger. it generally made him unable to shield how he truly felt about things, which was unbelievably inconvenient. harley was filled with insecurity, knowing saidi still stood there. watching him, probably. but, recalling what she'd said before, she wouldn't watch him like he was an object. he was a person, with viable feelings and things to express. perhaps she understood after all.

harley raised his face from his hands, ignoring the single tear he'd permitted to fall. "really, you're impossible. you're absolutely impossible. one moment i think perhaps you are true with what you say, and the next i think you're just another human out to kill me." he huffed, rolling his eyes and averting his gaze. suddenly saidi's red gaze wasn't as comforting any longer, it was a mere reminder of his lack in security. his lack of faith in himself and what he knew. he was known for being clever, but that didn't meant he couldn't doubt his own thoughts. he was, in a way, as human as he was vampire.

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❝ s a i d i xxxa l - h a s h e e m ❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

( role: speedster )xx( gender: female )xx( location: hotel )xx( tags: harley )

He hardly seemed to be able to focus on her. Hunger, his hunger, she had to remind herself. He needed to feed. Saidi tilted her head a bit, her hair swaying over her shoulders as she did. “I think you need a bit more help than you’d like to admit, for the sake of your pride. You don’t know many people, Harley. You’re alone,” she sighed, shaking her head slowly. “A bit awkward, despite having lived all of these years.” Saidi’s attention snapped back when Harley began to raise his voice. She held her hands up, staring at him.

“As if I need to. But to humour you,” she muttered, her gaze lowering briefly. She seemed to be tossing ideas around her head, too focused on forming an answer for him. Saidi finally looked back up, her expression a bit strange-- Unreadable. “I do not need blood to live, no. But I still feel the desire to feed off of it, like you,” she said, her voice much softer, not holding the edge it had earlier. “I might have people with me, but they are not my friends.” Cole, she thought with a inward frown. She trusted him, sure, but she could never go as far as to say they were friends. (Especially since the strongman saw their relationship as a leader-follower type. Which she didn’t necessarily mind, but at times it got a bit out of hand in her opinion. They were her equals, too.) Rei, well. She could rely on Rei for her loyalty, but never could she see the werewolf, who bore the shapeshifter’s blood, as her friend. Mort… Seemed a bit detatched from the rest of them. The two of them didn’t interact much at all, so Saidi held a more neutral outlook on the elemental.

“I don’t have anyone to put my faith into. No-one like me, I’m alone, Harley,” she mumbled. Saidi played her part well-- But the sadness in her voice wasn’t feigned. She noticed the affect her words were having on him, and she frowned slightly. He looked on the verge of tears, and something akin to guilt shot through him. “I’m not here to kill you,” she snapped, shooting him a weak glare. She could bounce ideas with him all day long, but after a while things got tiring. He seemed to be too adament on the idea that she was here to end him, when she had reiterated to him time and time again that her purpose was not to end his life. “Please, won’t you just trust me for one stupid second?” With her anger came her accent, punctiating her vowels harshly. It was blatantly obvious, and she hated the fact that she was letting him get to her with his stupid banter.

Al-Hasheem grit her teeth, staring at the wall behind Harley as her own tears threatened to form. Who the hell did he think he was? Her thoughts, her instincts, were screaming in her ears, yet for some reason she found it in her to ignore them, and to stay in front of Harley. Yes; she had orders to follow. But how could she execute Harley, or put him in harms way? The vampire needed to be protected, no matter how prideful he was to try and deny this. The last of his kind, yes. Therefore, he needed to get away. There were too many people who wanted him: His blood, his life. And here he was, trying to find reasons to get away from her saving his life!

“Your life is in danger, Harley, whether you would like to admit to it or not,” she told him, voice strained with the threatening tears. “You are being hunted constantly, but it’s different now. I want to help you, I-” Her voice cut off, and she screwed up her expression. Her thoughts were wandering in ten different directions, unable to focus on one single idea. They needed to get out of there, now.

“Someone’s coming,” she whispered under her breath, eyes raising to look to the street, where the other agents and three were. Her head tilted a bit, and she could just glimpse the red and blue lights, but it was the sirens she heard, like klaxon alarms to her heightened senses. Did Harley know this too?

Her breath caught, and her pulse quickened. They needed to leave. She cursed, and looked ready to bolt.

[ I went ahead and threw in the police, hope no one minds ! ]

[famouslyNobody.]

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The man very briefly felt the sensation of swatting a fly away from his face. But the fly in particular landed with a brutally painful thud on the ground a couple feet away from him. He stopped for a second just to stare at the werewolf girl who'd been in his way. And the little frown he wore tilted upwards until he was cocking his head to the side in confusion. Was this the strength these mock imitations held against them? But then again, they really shouldn't compare to him anyways. He was a different breed of mutant that the rest of this group would never be able to contend with. Not to mention, he was drastically good looking when he took off Jekyll's dorky frames. He could almost feel the other half of him roll his eyes from the back of his brain. Focus on the enemy, not yourself. Jackson snarled, and shot one last look at this werewolf to watch the girl push herself to her feet at a turtle's pace. His mind hadn't wandered far from his current task which was first and foremost to kill Cole and make that copy cat wish he was never born. But he wouldn't lie to say he was finding the wolf painfully difficult to watch. He should have just put it out of its misery instead of letting it believe it had a chance. Even if by some miracle that the girl managed to kill one of Jekyll's new partners in crime, she was still left with him as an opponent. All of these morons were left with him. And he refused to be here long.

His senses shot into focus and his head turned to the side to watch as a massive fireball flew directly towards him at an alarming speed. Before he even wondered whether he should bother moving or not, that ball of fire was put out by the little witch. It was hilariously non threatening, this group. His own target, Cole, was still holding back and he had half a mind to suspect that he was sharing dominant traits of his weaker counterpart, Jekyll, as opposed to himself. And then one more look at the last copy cat assassin, Saidi, had him almost bursting into laughter. His ears could easily pick up on their conversation despite everything going on around him. One sentence was all he'd needed to hear before the first trace of a cackle sounded from his giddy throat. "I don't have anyone to put my faith into. No-one like me, I'm alone, Harley." Her words were pathetically drawn out and he couldn't believe that this was the group sent to take him on, let alone him and the rest of the originals. What could they possibly hope to accomplish when the one who had seemingly looked like the leader was now trying to butter her enemy up and attempt to form the new and improved "Best Friends for Life Club". Hey Jekyll, you getting this? We just walked into one of the saddest circuses I've ever got to see. And we were in one for a couple months, remember that?

Though Jackson hadn't lived a particularly long life, the time he'd used up so far had been quite eventful. For three months, he was put on entertainment in an underground show for the sick and twisted minds of civilization. He played the victim only too well until the day they left his cage open. But that was a story of unfortunate events to be saved for another time. And it was only unfortunate since they only let him go crazy on useless animals like cows and sheep. Not nearly as enjoyable as what he did with the human race. His sidetracked mind snapped out of itself when Jekyll snapped in, I know... It's bothering me actually. None of them have seemed particularly thrilled about their job. Why would they go in like this so carelessly? Jackson rolled his eyes and began to talk to the other in his head externally, not a care in the world if anyone overheard, "I could care less if they came in with an assault team to their names. The outcome's the same either way. I'm going to kill all of them." His eyes darkened and he shot one last look over to the werewolf he'd forgotten. Turns out, she had the brains not to pick a fight with him again. Instead, she'd crawled over to take on Chelsea who seemed to be depicting a rather large house cat. He wanted to finish what he started but knew she'd be there when he got done with the issue causing his blood to casually boil. The one carrying his blood.

His obsidian gaze turned to the source of his anger and he cracked his knuckles in a manner thirsty for violence. He had no idea who this idiot was that thought stealing his blood was an okay thing to do. And then he was going to use that against him as well? That was their plan? It was a stupid plan. In fact, all plans were stupid and the only way to really get things done was to mindlessly run at the problem head on. Unless, your only intent is apparently to lure lonely little vampires into your "Lonely Hearts Club". That was just as equally stupid as making a plan. So he cracked a grin and sped towards Cole with long strides, his feet shaking the ground beneath him angrily. He had nothing to say to the boy that couldn't be said through a miraculously placed punch to the face. His eyes sprung with hatred and contempt as he locked them on Cole's. He'd take down that knock off quickly enough to put an end to the vampire girl's cringe worthy pleas. And then he'd move onto the werewolf and slam her into the ground a second time without hesitation. His mind was working faster in these situations, and the urge to fight took over completely until he felt like a machine. The prospect of getting his hands dirty for some gold old fashion game of 'who's next' was too unbearable to wait for. That man who'd thrown the fireball at him would be last. That man reeked of low confidence in his abilities. And Johnny Storm was put on the team for what reason exactly? Maybe as live bait. But if that were really the reason, they'd have to make him look just a little bit more desirable. Maybe throw an amusing fake mustache onto the boy's upper lip. And if not bait, he could certainly still be used as the team's meat shield.

It was the thoughts like these that he knew challenged Jekyll's patience and he could almost hear the exasperated sighs just as he could picture him rolling his eyes earlier. He would have to hurry though if he wanted to kill these people. There was no doubt, as much as he'd love to admit that Jekyll had nothing to combat Hyde with, he couldn't. There was something about Jekyll and brains that always left Hyde feeling put off. By this, he meant that Jekyll could make his brain work for him in ways that normal people could only imagine. It was how that smart mouthed man could take control of him back so easily and Hyde had little choice in the matter. When Jekyll had control, he held total control and all Hyde could hope for was the day that the brainiac couldn't fight the fatigue or some external situation needed Hyde's attention. But when Hyde was out in front, Jekyll had easy access to come out whenever he wanted. It was infuriating. But he knew the brain had been worked beyond the point where Jekyll could hold any power over him this early in the game. So he had now to let loose and get rid of the insanity inducing itch he felt on a constant basis. That itch called for attention now and he was so ready to treat it the only way he could.

He was closing in on Cole, his mind snapping back into a mild focus. He never really had to think to fight. He was born to wreck everything in his path and blows against him nearly always went unnoticed due to the miraculous amount of adrenaline that pumped through him. And then his ears started ringing, the heightened senses causing his body to screech to a furious halt. Are those sirens? Hyde let out a manic scream of frustration, slamming his foot into the ground which resulted in the concrete beneath him to split upon impact from his borderline super human strength. He looked like he was on the verge of a monster sized tantrum. And he basically was. "What else would they be Einstein?" he growled, thrashing his head from side to side in order to pinpoint the direction they were coming from. He knew how difficult it was to deduct what was happening from the back of his mind so he couldn't blame the guy for being confused, but that wouldn't stop him from missing a chance to insult Jekyll. Jackson swiveled from where he stood, his life long hatred for cops consuming him above all else. Even this copy cat James Bond, Cole, couldn't compare to the range of dark emotions that were brought to front within Hyde whenever he heard the sirens. "How did they know we were here?" His livid gaze rounded on the vampire girl and he might have been drooling. Reaching a hand up to check, he was satisfied to find it dry.

"You..." he rounded on the girl, very eager to rip out her throat. She had to be the one who had called them. There was no way this girl's only purpose was to whisper sweet nothings into the White Fang's impressionable ears over there. I really don't think it was her... "Shut up!" Jackson shouted at the voice in his head like a mad man before turning on Saidi again, "I really hate cops girl. You should probably start running..." The malevolence stained his features and he found that the annoying voice in his head only persisted, It really seems unlikely she would call the cops, seeing as what she is too... Jackson began to pull at his hair and started pacing back and forward mindlessly, his voice restrained now, "Don't tell me you've suddenly changed your mind about these Class B science experiments... I thought you wanted them dead? Or do you suddenly have a conscience again?" The response seemed hesitant as if he was sure it would make Hyde angry. And shocker, when did anything that moron say not make him angry? I don't think any of them really want to kill us. I don't know why. But it's just this feeling I have.

The raging sociopath dropped his jaw in disbelief and he was beginning to wonder if Four Eyes had forgotten who he was talking to. "And that's important to me, why? I want to kill them." I know that, but shouldn't you focus on our blood counterpart right now? He is your biggest threat. Hyde laughed, "As if... he's nothing more than a pinky's worth of my strength I bet." Maybe we should wait on all of them. Wait for answers. Jackson snarled this time, knowing that Jekyll was trying to get him to back off, but he was doing so in vain. More importantly, Hyde had made a deal specifically for a moment like this. His lips curled into a wicked smile. "We had a deal you ungrateful pain in my head," he spat the words. That shut Jekyll up successfully. Victoriously, the two faced man's eyes rounded on Saidi since he was convinced beyond reason that she had been the one to call the cops. And even if she hadn't, it mattered little.

Ah... the deal. I had forgotten about that. Tch. Woe is me... oh, wait- isn't that something? Sorry, guess I talked too much. Jekyll sounded far too content when he spoke back out unexpectedly... And like a punch to the face, Hyde realized that the genius in his head had stupidly played him like a fool. The flash of red and blue flooded the streets and three patrol cars pulled up just after the vampire girl muttered what he'd already known. Now he wouldn't be able to focus on the others around him. His hungry gaze traced every beating heart that supposedly thumped away from within the cars. That manipulative scientist had managed to stall him by acting like the idiot that Hyde knew he wasn't but had forgotten. He could never win against that brain. All he had was strength and hunger and all he wanted was freedom to kill and do what he wanted. Who knows? Maybe he could just take a day for himself and get a drink or two. But that was impossible. The itch let him focus on one thing and one thing only. He loved satisfying the itch. He craved it. Every moment was enthralling and he loved being a monster. But the world just had different ideas. There was no freedom for a man like him. There was not a single person on this planet that would let him out of prison willingly.

He had wanted to kill these people but it had only taken one siren for Jekyll to hook him into a conversation that had a way of controlling him without actually controlling him. And the brainy little twerp knew that all Hyde could possibly focus on now was the cops that had arrived. He was transfixed by the sirens, stalking back and forward as he prepared to take them out one by one. He had absolutely no idea what the others were doing at the moment as his piercing gaze stabbed at one cop in particular. His first target. Nicely played Jekyll, but these cops are mine now. He could feel the cruel little laugh Jekyll let out, betraying the secret that proved Hyde's polar opposite wasn't the angel people made him out to be. That polar opposite was the definition of all the subtle downfalls every human carried. He was just as pathologically insane as Hyde could be, but was cleverly able to hide it under that insufferable weight he carried on his shoulders. Jekyll was darkness with a conscience. Hyde was darkness on top of darkness. And no matter what, the two of them made the monster together. Pleasure doing business with you. I'm not ready for these new four to die. There's something about them I want to learn more about. I want to know how they got our blood. And yes, I want to talk to our 'blood brother'. It's my fault there could be another one of you walking around and now I have fix it my way. His far away voice only made Hyde's skin crawl with rage, But that can wait... don't you have an itch to scratch? He did indeed.

[exixst]

ｅｓｍｅｒｅｅ ｒｅｉｄａｉｎ
the werewolf agent || location; hotel || tagged; Chelsea




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Esmeree couldn't say she was particularly thrilled to have this shapeshifter bugging her. Fortunately, Hyde seemed to have been distracted enough that he didn't come for round two, and while her ego wanted to continue the so-called fight - which, so far, could be considering more of a beating than a fight - her body was grateful that it had ceased. Jackson was too much for her. Such words would never escape her mouth, but they were true. However, Chelsea and she were on similar levels. While Rei may have been restricted to just one creature while her opponent had a vast menu to choose from, the wolf was certainly experienced in this single form. There was no discomfort in being their creature. She knew its weak parts and where she needed to defend most, and where she could strike best and what parts could sustain the most damage without hindering her as much. She'd learned to push the quadruped form to impressive speeds, and her bite had been trained up like a police dog would be. Her only issue was controlling its fearsome attributes, but, in this scenario, there would be no need to. If it felt the need to shred an individual, what reason did she have to try and hold it back?

Hearing Chelsea's unspoken reply definitely did take Esmeree by a slight surprise. A single ear of the wolf's twitched to subtly show her interest, given that she hadn't expected the other shifter to hear her thoughts. They hadn't exactly been meant to be conveyed as a conversation, but here they were anyway. Man, what a helpful skill this would be, though, if only it worked with others. There would be no to cover your mouth as you moved to lips in an exaggerated manner to try and inaudibly transmit your message to the other individual. No texting, whispering, or gauche hand gestures that were a pathetic attempt at a personal version of sign language. Just telepathy. Too bad it only seemed to work with the other shifter, whom she had no reason to communicate with. A conversation ensured, nonetheless.

A child, you say? If the wolf could scoff she would've. You probably don't know this, but I'm actually older than you, so I don't know who you think you're calling child. But that's beside the point. I must say, I'd absolutely love to go home right now. Unfortunately, I'm here. With you. And you're making the experience oh so wonderful. Sarcasm dripped off of her tone, despite the fact that it was all mental. Rei wasn't particularly insulted. It was hard to be when the only remarks that were rude whatsoever were regarding her experience levels and bravery, both of which she had plenty of, despite the kitten's claims. The wolf brushed them off with an easy flick of her tail. Esmeree opted to not spit back any childish insults, for it's not like she had any need to weaken the shifter's confidence when the wolf had plenty on her own. Even with her injury, she did not fear the cat. It was only pain. Couldn't necessarily say she'd had worse, but there was no need to address that.

Well, I can't lie; at first it felt great. True power ran through my veins for the first time. Unstoppable, unrestrained power. Even if they'd wanted to kill me for being too much to handle, they couldn't, for they hadn't reserved a spare as far as I'm aware. Had they, I'd probably be long gone and you'd be facing a shy little blonde girl who doesn't know what aggression even is. Truly, Rei had burst out the gates as a savage. The moment they'd presented her with something that moved, she'd drawn the conclusion it was not meant to anymore, and she'd taken care of that on her own despite the man's cries for her to stop. Loneliness? Esmeree let herself ponder the concept. Had she felt lonely? Not really... She hadn't ever taken the time to. She'd just been angry. Angry, frustrated, and disgusted. But never lonely. Why would she? Because she was one of "the last of her kind"? Please, as if that wasn't the sappiest thing ever. She was too fueled by anger and tension to ever feel lonely. There were far too many times she'd rather be alone. When she was alone, there was nobody there to injure unless she dared try to gnaw off her foot, which had yet to happen. Even if she was in a pack full of other werewolves, she'd still be the outcast, so what was the point in allowing feelings of loneliness to creep in? Just block them out. Deny them entrance to your mind. Let more anger and self-loathing take its place, and let yourself be convinced you don't deserve to be a part of anything. So far it had worked. I'm hardly what you could call lonely. In this case, she offered no explanation for such feelings. That was the most the shifter would get, but clearly it was obvious the poor little kitty just wanted a friend. She almost found it within her to make the wolf snicker at the thought. If Chelsea wanted a friend, it would not come from the wolf. My, my, you must've been listening to what that little Jackson boy had to say to me. This sure sounds familiar. Mind talking about something a little more interesting? Rei rolled her eyes and shook her head in irritation. I've already figured all that out myself. Neither of you have brought any enlightenment to my eyes, but thanks for trying. Am I a monster? Absolutely. But I'm also a weapon, so, for now, I'm gonna go ahead and fulfill that role, instead. Rei'd already had one of them slip into her head and poke at her most sensitive nerves. She wasn't about to let another one of them in, especially the little accuser here. Truly, Esmeree wasn't quite sure what brought on so much conversation out of the girl, but there seemed to be nothing stopping her. Rei took it as calmly as she could. She knew herself all too well - the moment she got pissed, she'd start a fight. And, currently, that just wasn't going to work well. She was confident enough to make the assumption that it would go in her favor, but that didn't mean she really wanted to do it. Not right now. Give her a week to heal up or something, and maybe such could commence.

The wolf's ears stood erect, pointed sharply towards the sky, the her lips curling around the sides and pulling back by the corners to partially expose her teeth. A light growl bubbled from her chest, but it remained in that volume for as long as she could draw out the exhalation as it left her lungs in a thin breath. And yet you don't even know me. Little kitty thought she couldn't kill anybody? Oh, she was really in for a surprise. The mention of her being pathetic hardly affected her, but Esmeree wasn't thrilled by the comment made that she didn't have it in her to kill anybody. Didn't have it in her, she said? Did she really think that? Surely not. The wolf had more blood on her teeth than she did on her hands. And yet, here was Chelsea, talking to her about being a killer used to performing the atrocity as though it was a regular thing. Rei remembered every single one of her victims taken by the wolf, none of which had been someone she'd been out to get. Death and murder was not a simple concept, and Rei was quite appalled the shifter would actually say that it "got easier". Yeah, right. Maybe it got easier to do the act on a spur of the moment, but it never got any easier to forget the memories that plagued your mind or the screams on repeat in your ears when the night was particularly dark. There was nothing easy about killing, whether you did it intentionally or not.

Lead onto a string of anger by her own thought process, Rei suddenly snapped - metaphorically and literally. Her jaws lashed open and closed a number of times, accompanied by a gruesome snarl that tore itself through her throat and a few threatening rotating shakes of her head, but she never made a move to make contact with the ball of fluff before her. But only for one reason, and that reason was no longer her care for her side. Instead, it was the odd flashes of color reflecting off of the cat's light pelt. Teeth fully bared with her jaws hanging open, she continued to vocally snarl - mostly just because she was too infuriated to shut up - but made no attempts to threaten the cat itself anymore. Instead, she finally tuned her ears back into the sounds of the world around her. She'd accidentally blocked them out, hence why she still had yet to actually register a word being issued between Saidi and Harley, but now easily heard the infamous wail of police sirens growing louder in the distance.

Esmeree's ears slicked back, her jaws closing to muffle the sounds that rumbled through her body. Her tail was raised high, fur bristled up in some involuntary and instinctive attempt to appear even larger than she already was. But the threat was no longer Chelsea. It was the cars rolling up packed full with officers handling guns. More specifically, guns that could be shot at her. The wolf may have been big, but she was not given steel skin. And, as aforementioned, she was a big target. Very big. And arguably, very scary. What would ever make them not want to shoot her? Rei was already injured enough, the last thing she needed was more for her body to heal.

Despite the fact that she wouldn't normally do this, Rei turned her attention off of the target before her to look and see just where the newcomers were entering from. They bounced in over speed bumps and twisted themselves around tight bends to enter the parking lot directly from the streets, effectively coming in from almost all directions, but the majority seemingly coming in single-file to later fan out and create some sort of wall. They lit up the darkening scenery with their bright, flashing lights, serenading them with their unattractive and inharmonious noises. Her eyes darted throughout the lot, searching for any openings. What she did notice, as well, was Hyde. He'd seemingly turned his attentions onto the cops without much hesitance, and he didn't look to be slowing down at all. Officers were piling out of their cars, standing behind the opens doors to use them as makeshift shields as they hoisted their guns over the tops. Others bravely crept out, a few shouting some words that Rei didn't listen to.

Well, now they were all outnumbered. Maybe not disadvantaged, but that was if they wanted to destroy the newcomers. Rei didn't. Last thing any of the agents needed was their images being flashed on live television or whatnot. The wolf didn't regard the Four, but she was sure they probably weren't too interested, either. Rei took a few paces back away from Chelsea before turning around, lowering her head, splitting open her jaws, and releasing yet another a warning. She didn't want to kill any one of the officers here; they were just doing their job. But Rei also didn't want to get herself killed, either, and who knew how many bullets her body could sustain before giving up?

A single bullet was shot in her general direction, though the aim was imperfect. It split past her, smashing into the window of a vehicle bystander parked in a nearby designed spot. The car lit up in screams and began its routine panic, yet Rei did anything but mimic it. She immediately broke into a run, first starting at a slightly cautious jog, but soon advancing into an accelerating sprint. The wolf's top speed so far had been a solid 62 miles per hour when given enough time and space to get there, but with what she was provided, she would not match such in this case. The best she could get right now were the high 20's, but by then she was already too close to get any faster. Instead, she charged an individual that she'd pegged to be the shooter, prompting him to immediately dive into his vehicle and scramble for the door in hopes to shut it behind him. However, Rei took the door off. Not by gripping it with her jaws and purposely peeling it off of its hinges, but by simply plowing into it. It tore off and flipped a few times before hitting the ground and sliding a complimentary distance, but Rei had already turned around by then. She'd been a tad bit clumsy, just because hitting the door hadn't necessarily been healthy to one's body and balance, but was quickly recovered and back on her drive.

She jerked back around and quickly thrust herself in place of the missing doorway, blocking the officer's escape on that side. However, she couldn't reach the other one, and he'd already been working to get out that way. Esmeree's first idea was to try and shove herself into the car and just grab the man's leg. Upon trying that, she found she didn't fit. So instead, she backed out. With just a little leap, the wolf was able to effectively land herself on top of the car, crushing it beneath her weight when the flimsy metal couldn't support her. Glass from the windows shattered into the pieces and rained down around the tires, but the sound of the car's sirens came to a sighing stop. The officer tripped away, one arm flapping around as he struggle to keep his balance while trying to get himself some distance away from the wolf.

Rei launched herself off from the car, leaving a subtle dent in the concrete where her weight landed. The officer had gained some space for himself. Within a few strides, however, the wolf was right back on his tail. When she was just too close, he jerked around, flailing his gun towards her while taking a few random shots. One of the four bullets struck her, though it merely grazed her shoulder. Still flowered a new wave of hot pain, though, and stung like an angry wasp. She stumbled slightly in her step, but stifled an impulsive yelp. Instead, she made a quick lunge forward, slamming her full weight into the officer without second thoughts. He hit the ground within the next half second. Rei kept him pinned underneath a paw, pressing down on his ribs while lowering her mouth towards his eyes, some drops of saliva spilling onto his forehead as she opened her jaws to emphasize the noises that naturally rolled out of her.

But she did not bite. Rei did not need to kill this man. Instead, she perked her ears and redirected her gaze off to the side, where another officer was headed towards the wolf with a more threatening looking weapon within her grasp. Rei didn't have time to deal with this, much less the energy. The wolf had an exorbitant amount of stamina, but as soon as the body was injured, it started the healing process, and that stole a lot of fuel from her. Getting zapped by what looked to be a Taser gun that was in the approaching woman's hands would do her no good. So instead of tearing open the man beneath her, Rei pushed off of him, probably cracking a few ribs in the process. And so she took off in a run, leaving the officer behind her, supposedly alive unless she'd crushed him just a little too much.

The wolf made a route towards the treeline where they'd emerged from, though made a detour to go around Hyde to avoid being part of his slaughter, or whatever the guy intended to do with the officers he was charging. While Rei wanted to stick together with the other three agents, there really was no time. Bullets were flying, people were yelling, sirens were blaring... the others would have to fend for themselves. Rei was in no condition to fight. She could already feel the fatigue trying to drag her down and get the wolf to change back into the form of a human. If that happened, Esmeree would be nothing more than a nude woman trying to act tough before the barrel of a gun. Not safe. Not smart. Not promising. Booking it out of there was the safest option for her, and she could only hope that the others would take care of themselves and get out of there, as well. Therefore, she only briefly glanced back before making it to the trees. Her jaws snatched her dangling bag, ripping it from the flimsy branch she'd left it on, and then made it her priority to find her way to somewhere safer and away from the scene behind her.

[mahariel]

cole signet :: strongman :: cis male :: 21 :: bisexual :: relationships :: bio :: tags; everyone, saidi, jackson.

Cole saw Jackson's muscles twitch into a ball that rolled down his limbs in a lithe sprint more slowly than he should have.

He had been watching the back and forth of the conversation like a tennis match. He was unsure, entirely, where to place himself in intellectual endeavors, much less negotiation. He had sunken into his traditional military stance. The muscle. The brawn. The god damned, mother ****ing, obtuse, pathetic Strong Man. He still felt like he needed to add a trademark symbol behind the title he had been given. At least in the army he'd had friends, he'd had a life and emotions of his own, a group of people who were just like him. People who had his back. Who when he stood squarely in front of a group of people who wanted him dead, drowning out his superiors' bickering, he wasn't upset by what they'd become. A group of people trying to kill their so called double. Who the **** cares? He thought, unsure if it was aloud or in his head. We're all going to die. All of us. What is a life but whether it's going to end or not?

He was done caring about incentives. About mind control. He was a ****ing marine. He annihilated targets, he didn't study them, hell, become slightly attached to their humanity, before wiping them off the face of the planet.

Jesus, there was a girl here who was barely more than a kid. He watched her stand in the corner, curious and wide eyed, her downy black hair flickering in the wind beside brown eyes behind square glasses. A child.

And they wondered why Cole drank. They said it was because of what he'd seen in Afghanistan, but that had been the easy part. He'd joined the initiative to stop feeling isolated. So constantly surrounded by death that he didn't know if he was in hell himself or not most days. They'd made him a freak. They'd made him afraid. And the fact was, nobody was like Cole anymore. Nobody trembled at their own raised voice. Nobody blasted heavy metal into their ears at 3am to block out the screaming voice in his ears. Nobody watched their body grow thick and cumbersome in the mirror each morning, laden with more strength than any man of 21 should have.

So it was that at the moment that Jackson charged, he fell still. He watched the psycho himself tear towards him. He felt the wind on his face and his muscles instinctively flex, knowing that Jackson was at least 10 times smarter and quicker than every overgrown muscle in Cole's body, but he didn't move his bulldozer strength to overpower him. He watched. He waited. He hoped it Jackson would make it quick when he reached Cole's god damned neck and pulled it apart like wrapping paper.

What did Cole have left to care about?

Didn't he come on this mission to pay for what he'd been a part of?

But Jackson fell short, screaming at his companions. He buckled at the sound of sirens, and suddenly, Cole was mad with anger. And not because of the voices in his ears. This was a sort of anger that whatever was inside his brain could never comprehend.

He stormed towards Jackson and swyped at his collar, bringing his face close to his. "So ****ing kill me, Jackson, Jerkyll, Hyde, whatever the **** your name is. It would only be a relief after what your damn blood has done to me. And god knows we won't do it ourselves at this rate." He snarled, glancing around at his ensemble of Speedsters and Freaks. He was livid. He wished Jackson had done it. He wished Jackson had just torn his consciousness out of this body that wrinkled and grew in the shape of a walnut, his legs that felt unsteady, his head that was too far from the ground.

He didn't want Jackson dead. This was Cole's suicide mission after all. His time to pay for the sleepless nights after what he'd seen in that war zone; in what was a better man's homeland. But he knew what he had to do. He knew what he had coming if he didn't. And as he stood panting, glancing between Jackson's stone cold eyes and his companions forming some warped coalition, he calmed himself.

He abandoned Jackson callously, storming over to Saidi as the pigs descended on their hiding place. The catastrophe around him seemed to double with every second.

"I hate to agree with crazy boy here," he said flatly, "or even worse, to be much more than the ****'in token jarhead; but doesn't this violate, I don't know, everything we set out to do?"

[foolswhodream]

Mortimer Abernathy
⚜ Location: Town ⚜ Age: 23 ⚜ Elemental ⚜ Tags: Ariawyn ⚜

Mortimer's hands were still burning rapidly. The familiar heat raced throughout his body and he didn't know what so however how to make it stop. Which made was beginning to make himself panic. His lame attempt of throwing a fire ball at their target, Jackson didn't even faze him. Jackson's attention was locked on Cole. Which didn't surprise Mortimer at all. It seemed to his own attention that everyone had been focusing on there donors. Well except for him. Mortimer's eyes lay on the witch that extinguished his flaming ball. She wasn't threatening or terrifying in any matter in fact she didn't even seem as old as he was. How could someone so small possess so much power? Mortimer had her blood, but he as far as he knew could only use, very badly, fire. But from what he had read from there files. She controlled more than he ever could. Mortimer wanted to ask her questions. If anyone knew how to control his ability it was her. Part of him knew he needed her more alive then dead. His thoughts were disrupted though by blaring sirens and the sounds of cars screeching to where they stood. Mortimer whipped around and somehow by mistake he managed to release a pulse of flame from his hand aimed at the cop cars. It was safe to say Mortimer was internally freaking out. The idea of killing the four originals were not on his mind anymore. He needed to get out of there quickly before he burned down every innocent building, plant, and person around him. Sure Mortimer could run but where? The woods were a definite no go unless he wanted to start a wide spread forest fire. Taking a few steps back his eyes flicker from each cop car. He trips almost regaining his balance but again flames burst from his hand this time coming in contact with a cop car. So much for not setting anything on fire... He turns around and looks at the small witch now deseperate. "Put me out!" he yelled at her. The only way he could get the flames out was if he was put out by the opposing element. Or at least he hoped so. He couldn't hurt the cops. It wasn't his mission to hurt the by standers. Was it wrong to be asking one of his targets to put him out? Yes. It probably was but he had no other choice in this matter unless they wanted him to fry cops and cause a more horrific disaster to the bloody forest around them.