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Nocturnia’s Underground
The Shadows coiled around the candles that flickered the small amount of light in the area.
Light was uncommon here, many of the Black Web cult lived in darkness; they adapted to it easily. The Doctor gave them a ‘gift’ of sorts to see in the dark; which was visible by the black scars around their eyes.

The Midnight Man had dropped the Doctor and his daughter off at a small entrance to the underground. The Doctor agreed to the terms of having some of the Midnight Mans’ men watch the experiment with Webb.
It would be lovely to have more people to experience the greatness that was coming from the darkness.

But that would need to wait. They had a job to do.
The Doctor left Mia to tend to the flock for the night, he grabbed the five best scientists within his cult and started to head to the lab. He told his daughter to not bother him, and not to worry if she heard screams; and to tell the flock that the screams will be a good sign.

They would be a good sign, a sign that his flock were giving their humanity for the greater cause. The greater chaos.
There was a Hunger in his stomach for chaos, he believed it was from the spider hidden in the darkness that he was worshipping - Little did he know it came from something even worse.

He would need to work through the night with his men, ensuring they were pumped through with caffeine and other drugs to ensure they weren’t touched by fatigue. He needed as many hands for what he needed to do.
The strange man who said he was connected to a hidden beast had given him medical papers; notes and diagrams, ways to enhance the human body in more ways than he could have envisioned.
He tasked his scientists to carry out what was on the paper, ensuring they followed everything properly and drilled it into their minds that they needed to implant the Hunger Gems as well.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was focused on his projects.
His horrors.
He knew he’d be rendered to a wheelchair tomorrow for the war, pushing his body to produce the shadows to give him more ability to cut, sew, shred and much more to the (often unwilling) patients he had laid out on the table.

The screams echoed loudly through the shadows of the Undercity of Nocturnia. They wouldn’t be heard by those above; muffled by shadows, rubble and whatever other horrible creatures lurked within the points of the land where people barely set foot.

Mia flinched as she heard another scream echo through the tunnels, she had finished her sermon and made sure that the flock knew that if they heard the screams, it was nothing to worry about.

She knew the truth, she knew what her father was doing. She shuddered as the scream slowly petered out - either the lungs lost the air to scream, or the patient lost the ability to scream.
Mia continued to walk the tunnels in the darkness, using her hand to know where she was going against the wall. Her father would never think to do such horrible things to his daughter just so she could see in the dark; the flock was disposable, Mia was not.

Not that he didn’t touch her with a scalpel. Mia was revered by her father as his ‘greatest creation’; many would believe it was because he sired her - why would a father dare put his daughter under the knife of chaos, where the possibility of death was much higher than the possibility of survivability.

She shuddered as she moved her free hand to gently trace a faint scar up the back of her neck and to her hair line, she shook her head. This wasn’t the time to lament on what had happened.
She had to focus on what was going to happen.
A war.
A horrible, terrible war.

Mia slowly stopped as she got to where she wanted to me, a dimly lit area; lamps and candles keeping away the shadows from the large, obsidian statue of a large spider figure.
Mia breathed out shakily, she always came here with her father, but… This was the first time she had been here on her own.

”Alkerua.” She spoke softly to the statue, feeling the eyes of the spider staring directly at her. ”I do not have anything to offer you like my father normally does, organs have been kept for the soldiers.” She moved to awkwardly sit down on the ground in front of the statue. ”But I wanted to come and ask you for luck. I can only ask for my fathers safety in tomorrows war; he seems… excited to show his prowess, but I worry he’s being too rash.”
Mia’s sentence slowly stopped as she stayed in silence for a moment. She listened to everything around her as she closed her eyes, there was another echoing scream; deeper in the tunnels.

The sound of crunching metal, the swears of scientists in fear and annoyance; the flatlines of a heart monitor. She shuddered, the memories would always flood her mind whenever she was alone.
”Fear not, young one.” A soft voice echoed through her head, causing Mia to gasp and open her eyes; the lamps and candles had suddenly turned off as the shadows seemed to reach over Mia like comforting hands.
”I have been watching you. I cannot offer luck, but I can offer Chaos; as you know. Your father will live to see the Spiderling again… I assure you.”

”Alkerua…” Mia gasped in the darkness, she felt a strange feeling as if slender hands gently held her in place; stroking against her skin softly, almost motherly.
”I cannot wait to see you properly; I have missed this cities air. Just keep the Hunger in mind, they are watching as well.”

Mia blinked and the lamps and candles seemed to burst into light again, there was silence around her as the shadows seemed to have disappeared. The Hunger? What was the Great Spider talking about?

Only time would tell….

Prisoner Stealing

Collab with HeraldIt should have been extremely easy to get back into the city. He basically had to do what he had done to get out of the city; just the opposite way.
He was cocky, he wasn’t paying enough attention to everything around him - and now he had gotten himself captured.

Bound to a wall by chains, a large metal muzzle over his mouth; it allowed him to speak but he couldn’t open his mouth more than it took to simply talk. The law-abiders who caught him obviously knew what they were doing; they had done their research.

Or they just saw how he bit through someone's gun with ease before hitting him with what he believed to be a tranquilizer dart; which made it easy for them to grab him and move him to where he was now.

The sound of the door opening echoed through Tyran’s ears, he slowly opened his eyes and moved to tug at his chains; staring towards whoever entered.
”Come to guawk at a monster then?” He asked in a gruff voice, baring his teeth as he did so, ”Or are you actually planning to do something with me?”

Officers Aiden and Connel stepped with firm confidence through the back of the transport truck despite the vehicle being in motion. The truck was a refurbished military model, designed to withstand common munitions and even glancing shots from higher caliber weapons and explosives. It was the driver’s job to keep the vehicle moving from point A to point B, in this case, delivering their cargo from a cell near the military controlled border directly to Burberry Prison Ward. It was the job of these two officers to ensure their cargo didn’t try to escape. In a city where gyfts were practically around every corner, it was a job where you took every precaution, every time.

Which meant two officers in the transport area. Aiden provided cover for Connel as the other officer stepped around the makeshift cell to ensure Tyran’s bindings were in place and there was no sign of trouble. That didn’t mean they were going to just let Tyran run his mouth though.

“Neither, Ty-roothy,” Connel said, checking the bars of the cell without even glancing at the strange man, “we just came back here because it’s been bothering us this whole trip… who’s your dentist?”

Aiden let out a snort of laughter, though the rifle he shouldered didn’t waver from the captive’s center mass. Though the rifle was loaded with standard ammunition, the underslung shotgun attachment was loaded with a beanbag round that could hit hard enough to take the wind out of even a professional linebacker. The threat was clear though, nonlethal was a matter of convenience when it came to gyfted individuals.

Tyran gave a single laugh at the mans joke, tugging slightly at his bindings before he breathed out slightly, his eyes trained on the rifle before he spoke.
”A sweet girl outside of Nocturnia, sadly I think I’ll have to find another one within Nocturnia since I’m back.” He grinned.

Unknown to the officers and even Tyran, the vehicle was being followed by two points; one in a car, staying quietly nearby the vehicle - and in the air, Harriet keeping a better eye on the vehicle from the air in case she needed to intervene.
”Got visuals.” Haasts’ voice came through an earpiece on Harriet’s ear.
”Fire when ready, aim for the wheels.” Harriet replied as she fanned her wings out properly and glided closer to the vehicle.

Haast nodded at Harriets’ words as she leaned out the side of the van that she, Emu and Nyk were in; pulling out what looked to be a net gun as she focused on the wheels. She waited until they had to round a corner before she fired; caltrops hitting and scattering across the ground around the convoy, attempting to pop the tires and stop the vehicle.

The driver’s reflexes were good, but physics was a cruel master at the best of times. The extreme weight of the vehicle made it lurch to the side as the axle became entangled with shredded pieces of tire and parts of the undercarriage. It was all the man could do to keep the vehicle from tumbling end over end into one of the buildings along the street. It drifted it’s way to a halt just outside of an alleyway between two apartment complexes, sparks flying from the damaged wheel and crushed mailboxes it had collided with.

The two officers in the holding area lurched as well, practiced motions grabbing onto reinforced bars that were intended to help them survive the vehicle rolling over in the worst scenario. The rifle facing Tyran wavered off target, Aiden’s finger moving outside of the trigger guard until he could establish a clear shot.

“What the hell did you hit up there!?,” Aiden called out in frustration, though his subconscious had already begun to figure out that the motion was wrong for them striking something. This was something that had hit them.

Tyran grunted as he was thrown around, he was lucky he was bound; otherwise he would probably have slammed into the floor of the vehicle.
He pulled himself up slightly with a groan, looking around after a second.

Harriet followed the vehicle as it slipped down an alleyway, before she dove down and slammed onto the roof of the vehicle. She moved down the vehicle slowly, getting towards the end of it before she moved a clawed hand down and pulled at the doors to try and rip them off.

Emu skidded their own van at the end of the alleyway, motioning to the others to get ready. Nyk ducked behind the door and hid from any action, while Haast moved to grab a rifle and chucked it to Emu as she hopped to the top of their van with what looked to be a rocket launcher.
Luckily for her, it was fake; but it was a convincing fake. Emu moved to point the rifle towards the back of the truck as he waited for the doors to open; either by Harriet’s pulling, or whoever stood inside.

Connel spat out a curse as they all heard something heavy hit the roof. “Gyfted?,” he said, drawing his side arm and looking towards Aiden.

“Either that or fragging ninjas,” Aiden shot back sarcastically, “cover the prisoner.”

Connel drew a bead on Tyran’s chest, maintaining his aim even as the sweat dripped down his forehead. Aiden reached up and squeezed the button on his radio.

“11-99, Transport under assault. Gyft-users. Get Adam 9 on the line now!,” Aiden called out, swiveling his rifle to face the doors as they shrieked from the force of something trying to rip them open.

“I repeat, 11-99! They’re forcing the goddamn doors! Shit… is that a bazooka?”

Harriet managed to snap the lock on the door, cracking it open slowly. Her clawed hands moved into the hole she had made as she tried to pull them open.
”This will seem ill-advised!” Harriet called to the officers in the vehicle. ”But we are here for the prisoner and we do not wish to harm anyone!”

Tyran watched the gun on him before glancing out towards the gap in the door; he froze as he heard ‘bazooka’.
”Where in the world did she get a bazooka?” Tyran asked out loud before he heard Harriets’ voice ring through the cab. ”I would say you should listen to her, friends.” He cracked a bit of a smile, ”A raptor isn’t something many many can live to tell the tale about.”

Emu watched the vehicle carefully, ready to shoot at the drivers door in case they thought about coming out. He would make sure to miss, Harriet said non-lethal specifically for this mission - Apparently she decided against bloodshed today.
It wasn’t unlike her, she always said to be ‘more gentle’ towards those who were innocent; and the officers transporting Tyran were, in a way, innocent in all of this.

Harriet managed to pull the doors open, but she didn’t drop down immediately.
”Please lower your weapons. I don’t want to harm you.” She called down, her tail swaying slightly as she watched Emu and Haast to wait for a reaction, or a response.

The air was tense. Connel kept his sight trained on Tyran’s chest, ready to squeeze again and again until the magazine was empty should the prisoner provoke the slightest threat. Aiden’s rifle was trained on the opening, finger placed lightly on the trigger for the moment something vital looking appeared.

And… then what? Their firepower was enough to drive off a small group of gyfted, depending on their gifts of course… so then they would walk through this damned city with a criminal in tow? Shelter in their damaged transport, praying a strike team would arrive before more gyfted showed up? Despite Tyran’s loud pondering where ‘she’ could have gotten a bazooka, the damned thing looked real enough and if so, the only reason they hadn’t fired yet was because they had Tyran with them and he sure as hell didn’t look explosion-proof.

“Tell them to back the hell off,” Connel demanded, his gun lifting briefly to aim at Tyran’s head to show who he was talking to.

“Adam 9, Thomas 4, doors have been forced. Minimum two assailants with superior firepower attempting to free the prisoner,” Aiden transmitted over his radio.

“Thomas 4, Adam 9 acknowledges. Relief team is six minutes out,” the radio crackled with the voice of Leon MacAoidh, “confirm probability.”

Leon relied on his teams more than any other department in the world perhaps to make their calls in the field. When gyfted persons were involved the risk factors could be anywhere from a guy shooting sparks from his fingertips… to someone who can create miniature black holes apparently. Leon was already watching the reports pour in, including live feeds from body cams showing those reinforced doors being pried open. The delay in the feed meant he was only just now hearing the voice from outside the van call for their surrender.

“Adam 9, Thomas 4. Hell will freeze over first. Orders?,” Aiden called back, knowing there was no chance of the relief team reaching them before some extreme decisions had to be made. Now Leon had a choice to make, roll the dice and risk relieving corpses, but possibly denying these attackers their target… or…

“Thomas 4… Prisoner is a Charlie class convict. Release the fish if it means the three of you will be left unharmed at the site,” Leon’s voice was strained with anger over the radio. But he had to make the call. Risking three good officers for a criminal that was guilty of violating the border laws was hardly a fair trade. 

“Adam 9, Thomas 4, confirming stand down orders,” Aiden called back, his finger still on the trigger.

“Confirmed Thomas 4. Tell your fish I’ll find him another day. Personally,” Leon growled, “he has less than five minutes to get the hell out of here.”

Aiden exhaled heavily, grateful for the order but feeling the same odd sense of failure that Leon was experiencing. Cops weren’t supposed to give in to criminals. No matter the odds, but the Captain had deemed the risks outweighed the rewards too much.

“You heard the Captain, pull back!,” Aiden called for Connel, both of them stepping to the back of the transport away from the doors.

“Whoever the hell you are… Any threat to myself or my two fellow officers will be met with immediate and deadly force, but we have been ordered to stand down and release the prisoner. Captain says you have five minutes to get your guy here and get the fuck out!,” Aiden called out, sights still trained on the door, ready to open fire if the criminals did anything other than retrieve Tyran.

Harriet lifted her hand to both Haast and Emu, the both of them immediately putting their weapons away before Harriet moved to hop into the back of the vehicle. She folded her wings up and bowed her head weakly to the two officers.
”Tell the Lion the Raptor gives thanks.” She said as she moved to help undo the clamps on Tyran. ”Let him know that the Raptor is willing to pay for T-Rex’s freedom.” She was strangely calm through the entire thing as she moved to help Tyran up to his feet, the muzzle still on as she moved to help him out.

She hesitated for a moment before she looked over to her people, glancing back towards Aiden.
”You may wish to hold onto something.” She said before she nodded towards the Van.
Nyk popped his head up from his hiding spot in the van and gave a nod, rolling the window down to lift his hands up; his eyes glimmering a deep green as the ground below the vehicle rumbled.

Suddenly vines pushed up from the ground; lifting the vehicle up high enough for the tires that were damaged to be changed.
Nyk stopped his powers before he nudged towards Emu and Haast, who both hopped from the van and ran over to the vehicle. ”Shit, good wheels.” Emu said with a grin as he moved to start taking them off, Haast moving to carry out what seemed to be spare wheels for the ones that were damaged.
They weren’t the exact same as the ones on the vehicle, but they’d make it able to drive off if the engine wasn’t fucked.

As her two mechanic birds worked on the vehicle, Harriet had moved Tyran to the van and shoved him in; moving to pull off his muzzle before slapping him in the face before she closed the vans door.
The vehicle groaned as the vines holding it suddenly gave way as Emu and Haast headed back to the van quickly, Emu glancing back with a grin; saluting the officers before hopping into the Van before it peeled off.

Leon arrived less than two minutes after the van disappeared with their captive, his face stoic and empty of emotion. He was glad that his officers were unharmed, but he was severely puzzled by the situation he found them. Even stranger was the debrief and review of the bodycam footage he had received from both of the transport officers and the dash cam of the vehicle.

“Obviously gyfted and criminally inclined, but… strangely honorable,” Leon muttered, putting together a report to file with Nocturnia PD. He may have lost a prisoner today, but all three men would be going home to their families with little more than a weird story and some bruises from getting tossed about when the van was disabled.

He had to admit part of his newfound fascination with this Raptor was the similarity in gyfts with his own. Gyfts seemed to be as random as the people in this city, with no clear pattern on who could develop what kind of gyft. He knew he should put out an all points bulletin and begin a manhunt for the people who sprung Tyran. This would surely be a blow to Nocturnia PD’s image that they couldn’t keep their grip on one prisoner and someone would have to answer to the military for letting a border crosser slip through their fingers. 

He had the vehicle towed back to the PD station just in case the damage was greater than they suspected and both officers received paid time off to recover from the encounter. Another twenty or thirty signatures from Leon and he could close out this case for now. This… Raptor could be hunted later. He had a bigger fish to catch.

The Van peeled into Harriet’s house, Nyk slowing it down to a stop before he parked it up and pulled the keys out. The air was tense, Harriet had blown up at Tyran on the way home; and the man now had a cut on his cheek because of her claws.

Emu and Haast hopped from the van almost immediately as it had stopped, moving to grab their weapons as they headed into Harriets’ house. Nyk waited until Harriet had pushed Tyran out and followed him inside, before hopping out and locking up the van with a shaky breath.
Everything went well! He should be happy! But he just had a pit in his stomach, especially after everything that Harriet had told him about.

Going to war? They weren’t soldiers, fuck; they were barely fighters! Haasts’ bazooka wasn’t even fucking real, how were they supposed to fight for the Midnight Man.
THE FUCKING MIDNIGHT MAN? God, Nyk couldn’t wrap his head around it.
He just hoped he’d be able to survive, otherwise Harriets’ main income would disappear.

Harriet pushed Tyran through the door to a spare room and closed the door with her tail, staring him down.
”You have a lot of nerve coming back. Calem is asleep, he doesn’t remember you. I’m not calling you his father.” She said, Tyran stumbled to his bed and sat against it, looking to Harriet with a small nod.
”Understandable.”
”You are to be his uncle. And you will not touch him unless I say so.”

Another nod, Tyran had nothing but agreeance to this woman.
”We’re going to war on the side of the Midnight Man… Just… be ready.” Harriet said as she left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Tyran to his thoughts.

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