The Apocalypse(IC)

[Sir Ramsfield]

(OOC: I'm really sorry I havn't posted I forgot to subscribe to the IC D: )

Sevren, back at main camp from the long fight was quite pleased to hear a messenger came to him and stated "Oi Sevren, 'em higher ups want ya. Ya didn't go to the bar and fire a couple'o rounds after hmm?"

"No" he simply stated. He got up, already having a shower from before hand in anticipation he wore an elegant black shirt that shined a bit, combined with white trousers and his normal boots except cleaned. He walked out of the locker room that doubled as a small living room for him and some others and walked off.

As he entered a small bongo-lo with a plaque of wood stating "Steel Fist command". After waiting in a room for a moment, the secretary stated "Ah Sevren, you're expected in Millin's office. Third door on the left."

He walked to his office and stood in front of the desk, save a few meters. Millin was an a grizzled man, an oldie who still keeps going to work everyday to he has something to do. While he was given a desk job, at least it was something. A face of wrinkles that melded with scars and drooping skin, he shook his head and in doing so, gave Sevren a wonderful sight of his skin flopping about.

"Ah ah, sit down." he told Sevren making a gesture with his hand, a moment after he sat down on the slightly uncomfortable wooden chair Millin looked up at him and said. "So, I've been told that you accepted the mission to go with the others in the factory today. From the body count thus far, there was a total of a hundred and twenty three thus far. I wanted to say that I've never seen the council so happy with the work you and the others did. So much so that we've decided to give you the promotion, the city council also have something for you but I don't know what that is.

Anyway congratulations, you'll find your new weapons in your locker. Now hurry off to the council, you never know what they may have in mind...

Sevren's eyes widened at this and rejoiced. He leaped up from his chair and power-walked off to the council.

(Sorry for short post but I have to go nao D: )

[Macabre Angel]

(It's okay )

She didn't want to stop, for she had become aware of another person in the area. Honestly, if it were another freaky child or a Cleanser she was going to have a fit. She was a tad relieved when she noticed the man was too tired to give chase, but she was too injured to run. Shadow sure was taking his sweet time to heal her, possible waiting for her to stop and calm down, but she couldn't do that now.

She clutched the sledge with one hand, trying to crawl away and ignore the horribly sharp pain from the earlier received bullet wound as she gasped from the deep cut in her throat. Shadow managed to slow the bleeding, but that was it.

I don't wanna die. She thought sadly to herself, hot tears trickling down her cheeks.

[Electronic Vice]

Jean didn't often do bounty hunting, but this time was different. He was promised a very large sum to bring this one in and it didn't matter whether it was alive or dead. All he had to do was killed a silver haired little girl. He didn't like that idea a huge amount but the money would help take the bad taste out of his mouth. She was supposed to be near some sort of in. As he approached he noticed two people with his binoculars. "A botched bounty hunt perhaps?"He caught up with the man who seemed to be chasing the girl.

"Hey what is going on here? Are you after the bounty too?" Jean asked quizzically. Silently putting a hand on one of his pistols. One reason he loved his mantle is because no one would see him doing that because they could not see where his arms were moving.

[Macabre Angel]

Nikki looked back in the distance, relieved to see the man was now occupied. She took this opportunity to try and stand, using her sledge for support. It took her a couple of minutes before she managed to get up, but she did it.

She rose a shaky hand to the gash on her throat; the bleeding stopped, finally. Now all Shadow had to do was heal it. Trying not to fall over, Nikki stumbled away from the Inn.

[Kizara]

Miri sighed as she wrapped her gun into the colourful heart-adorned wrapping paper. She was hungry, killing a person always fed her somehow, it satisfied her immensely. But now, her prey had gotten away.
She placed the package on her shoulder and looked outside, lowering her hat as soon as the bright sun shone in her face, she hadn't been outside for a while.
As she scanned the surroundings, she saw two men talking to eachother in the distance, luckily, they didn't see her. Her prey was nowhere to be seen. Miri smiled, she would get her another day, she knew Nikki was a good person like that.
Her silverish hair flashed in the sun as she went back inside, closing the door behind her firmly.

With a soft giggle, she pressed the bell on the counter once and then took the stairs leading up to the rooms. The last room had the corpse of a hideous mutated man, he was bloated beyond recognition and his face was a mixture of anguish and fear.
Nodding, Miri decided it was a good room and opened the suitcase that stood against the bed. She took out a simple-nightdress and a toothbrush and walked into the bathroom which was smeared with blood. A bloody hand lay out of the shower-cabin, but it didn't seem to bother the child.

After brushing her teeth with a hum and gurgling with water, she looked at her pointy teeth in the mirror and removed some filth with a small sharp bone. Then, with a yawn, she walked back into the room and placed clothes into the suitcase before sliding it under the bed.
She grabbed the corpse's bloated hand and pulled it into the bed, as she placed her head on the fat stomach, she sighed. He was nice and soft, a perfect pillow.
Turning and twisting a bit, she took out the same butcher's knife she used to stab Nikki with, tore open the stomach and then crawled inside of the corpse. Her glowing blue eyes closed slowly as she felt the warm fleshy substance around her. Nowhere in the wastelands would she find a better bed.

[Sir Ramsfield]

Sevren finally managed to reach the local council. While it was one of the few two storey buildings in thriving city, he still found it odd how they managed to finance such a place. The tiled floor had multiple cracks but it was washed clean at least. The walls were painted, recently by the looks of it a dull yellow. Again, he had to wait for a secretary to tell him where to go. "Sevren Clause" he said, having trouble with his name. Sevren stood up from the wooden chair to indicate that he was called from the eight others that were present. "Please go to the main office. Just head straight up please." He followed the direction and found himself standing in front of five people. Two young, two old men and another old woman.

"Sevren, you and your team have done us a great favour today by killing off perhaps the largest number of mutants in that factory than ever before." stated the old woman. He saw something flash from in front of him. "For this, we have taken a picture of each of the surviving members to be framed in a new section called "The hall of honour" where we also have pictures of other brave people such as yourself. Here are also the twenty caps as we promised with a bit extra." he added. A small boy handed him a pouch that had the caps in it. He would not dare to count them here, in front of them out of respect. "That is all. We hope you do similar work for us in the future." One of the younger ones stated, dismissing him.

He left and ran off to his locker, punched in the code and saw his two new guns. Fresh from the making too by the looks of it. All of his old ammunition was replaced with boxes of the new ammunition. He holstered the Tartarus on his right hip and slung the Tac 50 on his shoulder. Seeing that they were ready loaded, he also took some ammunition with him. He went to the pawn shop and was greeted by the same person once more. "Oh, someone's looking fancy. Apparently you did quite the job today with the rest of the team." Sevren responded "Well, seems like word spreads fast. Though such talk is nought to my concern." "Oh, you are going to care my friend. By the looks if it, you'll have yerself a good night." hinting towards some women outside.

Sevren scoffed at the though, while he did not mind killing anything that he was asked to he still had some dignity on certain topics. He presented his old SVDSN and SCAR-H. Freshly polished though signs of ageing were still present. "Ah, you got yer new weapons. I've seen you using these for quite a bit so I'll go for no more than two hundred caps. I'll have to replace a couple of parts by the looks of it." he said. "Sure, it is a fair deal." In truth it was,they were used for nearly a year. Far as a guns are concerned one year of constant use did wear it out pretty fast. He collected another pouch with the promised amount of caps and went back to his locker to put them all in a box where he left the rest of his savings.

After he was done with that, he left. As he was going, Quinton came up to him running. "OI! SEVREN!" he shouted Sevren stopped at hearing his voice. As he came closer and took a few a deep breaths he said. "Apparently we lost contact with a couple of Steel Fist members back at the Red Inn or something like that. It's just a bit away from the factory, they're willing to provide transport." Sevren, wanting to test his new weapons accepted. With a nod as a response, Quinton looked back and waved at something in the distance.

At first Sevren did not notice what it was until he heard a massive roaring from an engine. It was a pick up truck except with 20" wheels and a good suspension system by the looks of it. He hopped in on the back, it was going to be quite the ride. After twenty minutes of a lot of bumps, and flying over some makeshift ramps they passed the Factory. There was a massive clean up operation going on that mostly consisted of piling up the dead bodies and burning them. A bit later, he saw a man with Binoculars and a girl with a massive sledgehammer that seemed like he was trying to stand. If she knew anything about what happened at the inn, she would know. Possibly a survivor? "Oi stop near that girl." Sevren said. "[COLOR="rgb(244, 164, 96)"]You can drop me off after we get to her but get a med kit. Looks like she may need one, I'm good with 'em so just give it to me and I'll handle the rest.[/COLOR]" he added.

"Okay, also when you're done call us we'll pick you up. Our frequency is 241.23" Sevren added that and saved it in his radio's in-built memory while being handed an un-opened medical kit. He hopped out and went towards the girl. He crouched near her and asked "You don't look like you're in great condition. Let me patch you up." he asked. He did not wish to make it seem like he was going to manhandle her or harm her in anyway so he made the medkit be shown by holding it in front of him.

[Macabre Angel]

Nikki freaked out inwardly upon seeing a vehicle nearby, her mind racing with thoughts of more Cleansers coming after her. But once the man offered to heal her, she felt confused. He had come out of nowhere, startling her. One minute she was wandering like always, the next she was running for her life with a gash in her throat, and then the very next she was offered assistance. Things were moving a bit too quickly for her.

She coughed, feeling the harsh burn in her throat. Shadow had not been able to heal her, he was only able to stop the blood, so it still hurt like hell. The bullet wound also stung like a mother, but she had done a decent job of ignoring it until recently.

She looked up at the man, her voice hoarse and shaky. "T-The...g-girl..." She felt a sharp pain attacking her throat again, causing her to sharply inhale, only making things hurt much worse. "N-not...normal." She coughed, her body giving in as she face planted on the floor.

God damn it Shadow...what's taking you so long to heal me?

[Sir Ramsfield]

Shush, don't talk. By the looks of it you have a gash in your throat. Calm down, I'll be sure you're safe now. perhaps the best idea was to calm her down. He has been a Steel Fist long enough to know how to patch up most wounds. Having to go to medical lectures and remember how to treat wounds, he's done it a couple of times.

He found it a bit off that she was not bleeding though. He pulled out a short syringe and filled it up with a small dose of local anaesthetic, as not to worry her he stated "this is just a tiny bit of local anaesthetic so you do not feel a lot of pain." He found a small vein and injected it. He disposed of it appropriately, in a small waste bag as part of the kit. He waited a bit for the anaesthetic to kick in and stitched up the wound, it did not look deep but it would have bled out quite a bit and she already looked weak as is. Seeing a gunshot wound in her other arm, he got a scalpel and got a blade, attached it to the scalpel and said "You have a bullet in your arm, I'm going to take it out."

She should not feel any pain from what he was about to do, he got a pair of tweezers and felt the bullet. He pressed the sides of the wound to open the tweezers to get the bullet and pull it out. He then washed out the wound with some water and saw minute pieces of shrapnel flow out. He used some disinfectant and bandaged the wound. He got some water from his backpack that healed his ammunition and other items and handed it to her, it was cold and closed. So in case she was still weary of him he couldn't have done anything to a perfectly closed bottle.

"I suggest you drink some, if you want that is. Also, can you tell me if you know anything that happened inside the building. If you can speak that is. You said something about... a little girl? Please tell me more." he asked handing the bottle to her.

[Macabre Angel]

Nikki winced when he had injected the needle; she was never one for needles, they always frightened her. She was pretty still through the rest of the treatment, it went better than when she attempted to remove bullets on her own, not being very skilled at it.

She couldn't help but grab the bottle of water a bit eagerly, drinking it as though she hadn't had any liquid in days, which she had about five hours ago.

Once he asked about what happened at the Inn, her eyes widened in remembrance. She wondered if the girl was still after or, or if she was simply waiting for the right time to strike. That girl...she was unlike anything she had ever encountered, and she was sure the childish voice and glowing eyes would haunt her dreams. She wasn't sure if she could ever sleep soundly; she would definitely be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life.

She shut her eyes tightly, trying to battle the horrid images that appeared in her minds eye. "S-she's...not human. So many dead...I-I think they were with Steel Fist, I dunno. S-she..." Her voice grew shaky. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Despite all she's been through this experience seemed to have traumatized her considerably. Never the less, she tried to continue. "She killed them...then came after me." She shook her head. "She's one fucked little girl..."

[Sir Ramsfield]

With the information he was given, that must have been the reason why. Though first things came first, she was weak and in need of an actual place to stay. He'll sent out a patrol to go around and a heavily armed squad to raid the place. He picked up the radio, though he was hoping to manage to kill a mutant or something. Thing is, if a demon was coming after this girl there was a probability that she was... a demon herself? Another thing was that she actually wiped out a whole squad of Steel Fist members, sure cleansers and Steel Fists did not get along well but actually killing one was a bit too far.

He called up the frequency on the radio and stated "There is a wounded girl here. I need you guys to pick us up. While I may not have the head of the thing that caused the loss of our members this girl makes me think that she is a cleanser. A crazed one at that. From what I can get she was a little girl with bright blue eyes. I'll ask for more soon, no need for an interrogation tell command. She seems to be willing to give information. while he had chance to ask about ten minutes until the truck came back. He asked are you a demon of sorts?"