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Sanctuary

"Hmph.... fine. It'll serve as a test of strength, then," Mana said just as an Azazel came to her cell, banging on it obnoxiously. The noise sent a wave of irritation through her, but she held back from harming or talking to the person.





"Still alive, trash? Let's go."
 
Vincent waited for a Azazel to escort him to the main hall. It was couple of minutes before the Azazel opened his cell and grabbed him.


"Hey! Hey! Take it easy. This is a new uniform." He said trying to be serious but, couldn't help but smile.


" Shut up, Nashi!" The Azazel said dragging him to the main hall.


" Well, That is not nice."
 
Mana followed behind him, the Azazel escorting her occasionally pushing her. After a while of constant pushing, a part of Mana snapped. "Hey, Azazel scum. Stop touching me with your pitiful hands," she spat at him with a glare. Almost astonished, the Azazel hit her across the face before continuing to push her.
 
He looked at what was going on but, he could do anything yet, until the plan was put in motion. The Azazel let him go and pushed him into the large crowd of prisoners.


Vincent looked around for a moment looking at all the prisoner. My Last Day... He cocked his head up at a stage filled with Azazels. After a few minutes, the warden appeared on stage dressed in all white and sat in a chair, legs crossed. The warden looked different from everything else. He popped out. Everything looked sad and depressing except him. He looked clean and well nourished.


Vincent glare at him with a angered look that screamed fuck you. THE TIME IS CLOSE...! JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES.


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Warden
 
Mana waited patiently, keeping her distance from Vincent all the while. Out of habit and anxiety, she rubbed her wrists as she glared at the warden. Everything about that wretched man bothered her immensely, yet she couldn't do anything. His appearance was already intimidating.
 
The warden stood up and clapped his hands. " Greeting old and new members of my camp. I am The Warden and I will be called nothing else." He said with a stern look on his face. " To you all, I am a made me. A sociopath that gets off on torching your kind. Naphelam...? Right?" He turned to a Azazel and the Azazel nodded." Hmm.. I got it right this time. I'm surprised. I am use to calling you all mycop (Russian for trash).. "


After a few more key points of the warden's speech, Vincent slowly got closer to Mana. When he was close enough he put his plan into action. He pretended to get pushed into other prisoners and turned to face the other prisoners. " Who did that !? Who the shoved me!?" He said clenching his fist for a added effect.


The warden stopped his speech and looked down on the kid who interrupted his speech.
 
Taking the blunt hint that the plan was beginning, Mana raised her voice at Vincent. "Huh? What are you gonna do about it, you pathetic being ?!" As if to make it seem more realistic, she went up to him and grabbed his collar.
 
Vincent looked at her with a angry expression and said loudly " I'm pathetic?! Mess with me! I'll break yo mother fucking neck! "


He grabbed the wrist of the hand she is holding his collar with and gripped it tightly. He also put his other hand into a fist and put it next to her face.
 
"Try it," Mana taunted with a smirk on her face. She balled her other hand into a tight fist, aiming it to his gut as she threw the punch. It wasn't a punch at full strength, but it did look real enough.


(I have writers block. Dont mind me .-.)
 
"Guh...!" He said as he stumbled back slightly. Hmph that was pretty decent. He punch her back, aiming at her face. He didn't use all his strength though, just enough to get the real look.
 
Mana allowed the punch to make contact with her face. The Azazel were there, but not trying to stop the fight at all. As if to make them break the two apart, Mana tackled Vincent to the ground, sitting on top of him.
 
The warden watched intensively at the skirmish, looking for marks and bruises, but he didn't see any that were fresh. He stood up out of his chair with his arms crossed. He looked unamused.


Vincent saw this look and thought fast. Fuck! He can see right though!? Got to make this shit work! He flip Mana over, reversing the rolls. He then punch her in the face hard, hoping she would notice that they have to hit harder.
 
Mana clicked her tongue at his punch, noticing he was adding more force. She raised her left arm to his chest, pushing him backwards enough to separate them. With her right arm, she threw a strong punch to his jaw.
 
He slowed down his movements so, he get hit then, grab her wrist and flip her on to the ground.


The Warden raised his eyebrow slightly at the new action. He even heard a pop when their punches connected to the intended target. He move up slightly on stage to get a better view. As he did this,the other prisoner started backing away from Mana and Vincent , giving Mana and Vincent room while also keeping them out of the action. The other prisoners didn't want to get in trouble.
 
Mana escaped from him and stood up, wiping a bit of blood from side of her mouth as a smirk appeared on her face. It was obvious she was enjoying a bit of action after being locked up for years. She went forward and grabbed his right arm with her left, turning herself so her back touched his chest. With her right arm, she elbowed the side of his head, hitting hard enough to bruise him.
 
"Tch!" was the noticed he said as he got hit. He could tell see was getting into the fight as was he.


Vincent used his free hand to punch her side multiple times, hitting harder with every hit.
 
Once again, Sazael broke away from him, holding the side that had gotten hit. This kind of pain was completely different than when she was beat by the Azazels. It was a kind of pain that told her she fighting an equal and not a tyrant. She glanced around for a moment to see if any of the Azazels were coming.
 
Azazels were still standing still, being very quiet. They didn't move a muscle until, The Warden snapped his fingers. Once he did that, All the Azazels putted out their batons and beat the two prisoners that were fighting.


Vincent was caught off guard. He didn't think that he would send all the guards to apprehend them. They begun to beat him down to till he was on all fours. He tried fighting back but, there was too many.
 
Mana fell onto her back, taking the beating with out so much as a groan. It did hurt, but she had to bear with it. A few Azazels in particular hit her jaw and legs, bruising them heavily. She glanced over to Vincent, who seemed to be getting beat as bad as her.
 
The Warden snapped his fingers once more and the Azazels stopped. " You two are fools. Pathetic unintelligent fools." The Warden said with his deep voice." I need four Azazels to take these worthless things to the torture chamber."


Four Azazels picked up Mana and Vincent off the ground while the other Azazels went back to their post. The four dragged the prisoners out the hall.


The Warden put his hands down and went back to his seat.


Vincent's head was tilted down the whole time. No one could see his face as they were being dragged away but, If they did see his face, there would be a huge grin on it. The plan is working... Only a few more feet till we can jump them... freedom will be here soon.
 
Mana spat out a mouthful of blood. Her tongue ran around the walls of her mouth, eventually hitting a cut within. She winced slightly before murmuring, "Shit..... And I have to put up with this.... " she released a sigh and waited for Vincent to make the next move.
 
Vincent yanked his arms making the Azazels holding him to loose there grip. He than jumped up and kicked one in the face. When he landed he struck the other guard in the throat so, it could not yell for help.
 
Mana let out another sigh. The two holding her went into a panic, loosening their grip on her. Taking this opportunity, she withdrew her hands from them and shot them back at their necks, gripping them tightly. One struggled to breath and eventually passed out, but the other still fought.
 
Vincent tackled the Azazel he struck in the neck and got on top of it. He used one hand to grab it by it's neck and the other to punch it in the face.


Vincent was being strange. He was getting off on this. He continued to punched it even after it passed out. Each punch he did made more and more blood splat every where. On the walls. The floor. His face. It was beginning to get creep. He even began to chuckle as it progressed. His eyes looking blood thirsty, carving more.
 
Soon, the other Azazel passed out as well and Mana threw him in the ground. She turned to see Vincent beating one of them to the pulp. The time they had to escape was short, so every second counted. Wasting time on taking revenge was pointless. She went behind him and covered his eyes with her hand. "Stop wasting time. Let's go."
 

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