Fantasy SoCal: Upland War

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SoCal: Upland War

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It’s modern times. A city located in Southern California, by the name of Upland. Known to be a bit of an introverted populous, Upland is a city that is filled with more sins and sinners than good, which is exercised from dusk til dawn with relentless pursuit. The Upland City Police Department is corrupt, as a result of its vast amount of difficulty overtaking a gang by legal means.


The gang that runs the city is referred to as Mythril, whom maintain survival by any means necessary. Among the war that Upland City PD and Mythril have begun in the town, there are plenty of innocent people who just happen to live in the city; stuck without any sort of means to get out because financially, the city is a debt-filled cesspool.


Out of the population of people who are just trying to live their lives without problems, a group of freedom fighters have come into light – acting as the fighting party for the population of the city who isn’t involved in gang-life or maintained in politics.


Factions

Upland Police Department

A: Corrupt? We ain't corrupt! We're doing shit to protect the city and the people of it. Things would be fuckin' better without that damn Mythril gang thinking that they own the goddamn place! Upland Police are going to pummel them to the ground, mark my words. Now, get outta here.

B: Oh, yeah dude, the police are totally fucked up in the head. Be doin' out of the book shit - totally unjustified, if ya ask me. I get the whole 'we gotta make peace for the people' but c'mon. Bastards took my cat too, like, what the fuck? Now they're in a war with Mythril? What a drag.

Mythril

A: Look, sweetheart, all we're trying to do is survive. Nothin' wrong with that, right? What did Tony Montana say again... Oh right. 'In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power.' That's all we're doin', getting the money so we can have power. I'm sure you'd want the same, darlin'.

B: Mythril is one notorious gang, dude, you don't want to mess with them. Even since, uh, what's his name... Francis! Yeah, when he died and his lady took over, Madeline or something, man... They've been doing a lot of crazy shit. Tried to sale heroin to my lil' sister once, like, who the fuck does that?

Freedom Fighters

A: We're the only... force, if you will, that's actually doing anything, alright? While the authorities and Mythril are playing cops n' robbers with one another, us Freedom Fighters are the one's maintaining the peace around here. Obviously, we're not on either side but our own. Plus, we're just everyday, hard working people who only want the best for our children.

B: Those Freedom Fighters only do one thing: get in the fuckin' way. They shouldn't put their noses where they don't belong or else it's going to get shot off. Their leader, Skylar, doesn't even know what to do so why are they're sticking their necks out? Everyday people, that's cool and all, but they have to recognize that we're fighting the big fight for them as well.

subplot

(possible trigger warning) Recently, there has been a string of events of which people commits suicides due to it being 'fun'. Groups of people, and individuals, have been found to do the sinful deed and the numbers increase each every day. It has become a worldwide thing and police have dubbed people who perpetrate this as being apart of the 'suicide club'. Investigation for these mysterious, tragic acts is underway.

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[Brax]

Upland, Southern California.

8:34 PM - August 7, 2028.

83 degrees, clear skies, moderate winds.
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Upland is a rather decent-sized city, which has had it's back turned on it by the central government. It's a police-ran city, or so it says... The city clocks in as the most dangerous one in the world year in and year out, and has been for the last ten years without any competition. It is separated by three main districts; the north, the west and the south. The northern district is occupied by mostly police, and runs in such a nature. Rich folk tend to reside in the northern district. The western district is the birth place of the freedom fighters, so normal everyday people occupy that area for the most part. Both middle to lower classes live in the western district. In the southern district, is Mythril. Middle-low to lower classes reside south.




If freedom fighters or Mythril members decide to traverse into the northern district, they are killed on the spot. If police officers or Mythril members decide to traverse into the western district, they are killed on the spot. If police officers or freedom fighters enter the southern district, they are killed on the spot. Easy enough to catch onto? Typically speaking, if you want to keep your head or avoid stirring up any trouble, you'll stick to where your kin is primarily located. As one can imagine, the existence of districts makes things extremely hard for everybody. The police officers of Upland can't do their job to their fullest extent because they are forced to stick within the confines of their district. Mythril's customer base has been reduced heavily to the south area primarily. However, before we get into any more details, we should truly take time out to understand the motive of every side that claims power in the city.


The Upland Police Department is under pressure by politicians to whip the entire city into shape. The primary goal of Upland city is to eliminate the district system all together, so that the police may begin to properly do their jobs and create a utopia of money that people could call family-friendly. As a result of not being able to stay within legal boundaries while performing their duties, many cops are off-the-chain and do things outside of the book. The southern district is run by Mythril, a gang which idolizes money as the motivation of life. Mythril is based on loose-leadership; while there is a leader who is the primary call-maker for the good of the gang, there are many peons who work as pawns below that often do things in their own way, causing more havoc then good in the process. Any illegal means of business, including anything in the range of performing hits to selling heroin to a twelve-year old, Mythril's members are wiling to partake in.




The western district holds the freedom fighters, who established a district between both the police and Mythril to hamper their communication to one another. The location of the freedom fighters allow guerrilla attacks to either side at any moments notice due to their location. However, the freedom fighters are made of everyday people; such as which live on the western side of Upland to begin with. They're not hardened criminals, nor combat specialists. They are only fighting for peace from the corrupt police and gangsters.




Despite such a tension-filled habitat, the city is beautiful on all corners. It is often the perfect temperature, and all districts are pressed against the water due to the natural shape of the city's borders. The water is devout of much litter and the citizens are laid back. Despite all of this, Upland does not have a lot of money. It could be seen inside the homes and apartments of people who live throughout the city, the shape of each and every establishment that is ran. Homeless that walk the street at their leisure, who have either lost everything due to drugs or to mental illness. Even external natural beauty couldn't hide horrible blemishes that exist on the inside. Death may be waiting on every corner, but opportunity lies in success. Are you able or willing to achieve what you desire and reach for your light? Or will you be swallowed by the pitfalls of darkness that await you instead?
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Madeline, Madeline, Madeline.


The woman shook her head and smiled brightly to herself, sitting crossed legged on her bed in nothing but her underwear. She fiddled with the small amphetamine power that was settled in her right palm, her left fingers gently grazing the particles before brushing it off carefully on a cigarette paper. Licking her lips slowly in temptation, Madeline folded the paper shut so it could resemble a miniature bomb and placed it on her tongue. She had let it linger for a moment, readying her body for the pleasures that was going to come after it was swallow albeit not instantly; to much disappointment. With a deep inhale, her mouth closed and the substance was quickly devoured. Moaning softly in satisfaction, her body fell back on to the bed and fingers ran though her long, black hair. Now, she just had to wait twenty minutes for it to kick in and all the feeling of exhilaration was soon to be coursing throughout her veins and mind. As for the negative side effects, well, she absolutely didn't care about that. Living in the moment once the drugs kicked in, that was her main and only concern.


You've out done yourself once again.


Twenty minutes came in what seemed like seconds and Madeline's eyes flickered open, her green hues scanning her room. The sun was still illuminating bright as ever through the window, causing her to squint and roll off the bed. Feet hitting the cool floor, she shivered for a second before stretching as much as she could, hands reaching above her head. Needless to say, Madeline felt fucking fantastic thanks to that amphetamine and now, she was ready to do some shit with Mythril at their little 'base of operations'. Not that it even mattered what she did because everything was utterly out of order around Upland. She knew people opposed her newfound position as leader once Francis died, the obvious number one question being why a female was running it than a male like it had always been done. Apparently, her ex-boyfriend wrote it on his suicide note before he plunged to his death, appointing her to take over because he knew what she was capable of. Other than stuffing her face in drugs whenever she could, it just so happened that Madeline was able to execute plans for heists and other matters like Francis had done before her, taking no bullshit from anyone.


If people had a problem with her, that was their own business of which she didn't care for because like it or not, she was the only one holding Mythril together when other members were off doing their own thing. They had to oblige the law of the gang and honor it - her voice being the holy law and everything - thus, if they didn't like what she had to say or did something drastic then it was sayonara. Members of the gang could do whatever they wanted but when she spoke, they had to listen. Simple as that.


Madeline idly fixed her bra as she walked over to the window once shouting and gunshots were heard. Rolling her eyes at the situation, she moved over to her dresser and pulled out her daily attire while faintly bouncing on her feet. She quickly slipped everything on and contemplated on putting her hair up or not. However, she did have a reputation of keeping it down - and of course, she enjoyed it being down - so she kept it as it was. Moving to her front door, her essentials where grabbed: phone, keys, sunglasses, her 9 mm Nighthawk Lady Hawk and obviously, a small container of assorted drugs for a quick fix for when things got annoying.


Grabbing a lone piece of gum from the table located next to her front door, Madeline tucked everything in various pockets of her jackets and slipped her gun in the back of her pants. Making sure everything was secured, she unwrapped the gum and placed it in her mouth before exited her apartment, locking the door behind her. Upon reaching outside, she threw the wrapper on the ground and instantly started to make her way towards the gang's hideout; which wasn't that far of a walk. It was Francis' idea to make sure she was close to the base in case anything happened but it also made it easier for Tyson to come visit her at night when things were calm. Speaking of which, Madeline couldn't wait for his visit tonight. Hopefully, he would make it without any complications but there hasn't been a problem before.


Blowing a bubble, the gum popped when she slipped her sunglasses on while she continued to walk. Living in the south district wasn't all that bad when Mythril basically controlled the whole area, though, there were a few police and freedom fighters who straggled in to try and make a difference. Obviously, their attempts were futile because they were shot on point or taken hostage, only to be release for a large sum of ransom. They had to make the money, right? They needed the power. Plus, killing innocent Freedom Fighters wasn't her way of things because, deep down, she understood their intentions. However, if they proved to be too annoying by meddling in affairs that didn't concern them, or just blatantly annoyed the shit out her, no mercy was given.


The woman made a sharp left around a corner and made it in front of old gates that were rusting from over time. Her eyes averted up to the letters that was still printed on the outside, big and red, which spelled out EXPORT INTERNATIONAL. One of these days, she would have to get one of the guys to cover that shit up. Make everything all white and clean. Another bubble was blown and popped. Madeline opened the double doors that lead to inside and was greeted by fellow members, their tones mixed with respect or annoyance, along with derogatory words underneath their breaths. Rolling her eyes, she bypassed them all and was stopped by a certain male who told her than him and three others were going to make a drug deal - just letting her in on what was happening, more or less.


She nodded and waved her hand in acknowledgement, walking pass him to enter her own private room, which was literally the only place she could be alone. Anyone who disturbed her once she entered without a good excuse would probably get their heads torn off, especially if she was drugged up like so. Madeline sighed as she settled in her swivel chair and spun around, taking off her shades and throwing them on the table in front of her when she stopped. Humming to herself, she checked her phone to check the time. Only 7 more hours to go until it was night. Great.

 

[Brax]

Fingers wrapped around the metal lever, pulling it toward the right. Water rushed through pipes, spurting from the shower head in intervals first before finding its steady stream onto the surface of the fiberglass bathtub. Using that same hand to check the temperature of the water, the young man would decide to let the shower run for a little while. After all, who didn't prefer a warmer bathing experience as opposed to a colder one? Ty Roller's feet led him from the tile of his bathroom to the carpet belonging to the living room of his apartment. It wasn't anything fancy; it was a door alongside a sea of doors belonging to an apartment complex on the west side of Upland. Inside, there was a living room that consisted of a couch, a wardrobe and a large bed. There was a large window which was wide open and a bathroom that connected to the living room, opposite of the kitchen. Really, it was modest at best. The floor was twenty, two floors below the highest point of the building. He was gifted the room by Skylar.


Lighting up a cigarette from a pack of menthols that was lying upon the fake granite counter-top belonging to the island which separated the kitchen from the living room, Ty let smoke accumulate in his mouth. The view outside of his window was nothing less than mostly beach, aside from a major road which ran the length of the entire city of Upland. On a small coffee table which rested under the island was his pistol, along with some ammo, a pill bottle filled with Xanax, and some excess spilled out on the table beside it. Ty took a seat at the wooden chair in front of the desk. The table was to his right from the bathroom, with his bed and the window to the left. As he sat at the table, Ty's fingers would grasp the grip of his pistol. Using the extra box of ammo to his side, the young man began loading up his firearm. When he was finished, he span the chamber and closed it, examining the shiny barrel in complete silence; only the sound of the running shower was heard in the background, along with another ominous sound.

Steel ripping slowly from hollowed wood.



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Stopping his motion completely when he heard this sound, Ty would listen intently for anything else that was out of place. Footsteps, though lowly. They were getting closer. Placing his pistol down on the table, Ty would grasp two of the loose Xanax bars form the linoleum surface, placing the white pills into his mouth and chewing up. When the footsteps stopped, the young man would then instantly lean all of his body-weight to the left side, causing his chair to tip in the appropriate direction underneath him. The blade of a Katana would first rip through half of the table with ease. Then, it chopped off the ends of the legs belonging to the wooden seat he was sitting in. This was all one, vertical motion. Ty's body hit the carpet below him, sliding up a bit. Turning to his right, he was able to get a quick view of the person who had attacked him before attempting to get up onto his feet. As he did, the assassin would curve the Katana sideways and slash horizontally. Ty had to limbo under the blade to dodge it. Using the momentum of his torso bending backward to perform a full back-flip, Ty was able to finally stand up on his feet. The assassin was bathed in black; black ski mask, black gloves, black boots, pants, hoodie. Seriously, the whole entire nine yards. There was a sheath on his side, and obviously the Katana he pointed at Ty's face. Well... Ty presumed this person was male. It really could have been any sex. What a douche to think that right? But then the assassin spoke, revealing a deep voice - one possibly of a man who had been smoking for multiple years.

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"You die tonight, Soulo."

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Ty was wearing a pair of shorts. Yeah. That was the extent of the clothing which adorned his persona. He shrugged slightly at the man as the words flowed from his mouth. "You'd be doing me a favor, ah? Don't make me beg, now." The accent which escaped Ty's lips was British, but it wasn't intolerable English. There was only a hint, which gave fragrance and a bit of spice to his statement, as always. The young man didn't bother raising his fists up – instead, a red aura would erupt from the pores of his skin, bathing Ty’s outline as the air around him began whipping violently.


That was when the assassin came running for Ty, the hit man slashed horizontally once more, with the blade barreling at his head. Tyson ducked under the blade quickly, and upon returning to his upright posture, twisted his body quickly. He sent his right heel into the assassin’s kneecap, causing the man to bend over slightly. When the assassin bent over to grasp his lower leg, Ty’s hands grasped the back of his head and slammed it as hard as he could into his knee, causing the man to lose a couple of teeth on his kneecap. As blood gushed from the man’s nose and his gums, he would once more slash at Ty. Trying to send the blade down on his target's head, the assassin slashed downward vertically, starting the motion with his hands over his head. The blade came downward, resulting in Ty rolling out of the way, in the direction of the bathroom. Getting his Katana stuck in the frame of the chair, the assassin took an extra second trying to lift it out with failed attempts. Ty took this moment to stand up to his feet and extend a foot into the side of the hit man’s head, Sparta kicking him as hard as his strength allowed. This caused the assassin to stumble head first into the drywall next to the headboard of Ty’s bed.


Ty quickly grasped the pistol off of his table and cocked it. The assassin threw down a smoke bomb, which flooded Ty’s room. Instinctively, Ty ran for the door, because obviously the hit man was making an attempt to escape. Turning the corner, Ty looked to see any inkling of a hint as to which direction the assassin ran, which came in the form of the man himself running down the hallway. Ty followed, eventually running as fast as he could after the hit man. The chase led through a door into the staircase, which the two took up. Busting through the door leading to the roof, Ty continued running as fast as he could after the assassin with only the pistol in his hand. He wasn’t getting any closer, but the rooftop eventually ended. The assassin would have to stop. Or so Ty thought, but he did not. Instead, he jumped as far as he could. Ty ran to the edge he jumped off of, watching the man fall toward the ground – gravity showing its mark in a harsh manner, pushing him quickly downward. The assassin would eventually line upward, shooting some sort of zip-line to the rooftop opposite of the one that Ty was standing on. Ty raised the gun up at the man’s figure, following it.

Three shots.

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One pierced the man’s leg through the calf. The other hit him in the back as the zip-line caught, and the third went through the back of the assassin’s head, causing blood and brains to leak out onto the pavement while his body ricocheted in circles from the line which was hooked to the belt on his side. Ty brought the gun back down to his side, brilliant yellow hues staring at the limp body in the distance. His messy hair whipped around violently as he stood on the edge of the building, before his eyes would be forcibly dragged from the deceased hit man below, up to the starry sky.

Must have been Mythril. I wonder what Madeline is doing?

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Ty owed her a visit. After a minute of staring into the sky, the young man would scratch the side of his head with the barrel of his pistol as he sauntered back on to his room. After a quick shower, he threw on a plain white tee-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, tossing his super-long necklace over his head immediately after.

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[BloodThunder27]

Ever since his sister went into a coma, life has been hard on Drake, a Detective for the Upland Police Department. When he was still in High School, his Father died in the line of duty. Although he lived in South Korea for some time, he came back to Upland, wanting answers as to what happened to his Father. His superiors were starting to worry about him, because ever since what happened to his sister, he hasn't been resting, refusing to take any days off. It was hard to even keep him on a leash, because even though he was a Loose Cannon, Drake is also one of the best in the Force. He was not very well liked by his co-workers because of his honesty. Sadly, there were very few Officers that were honest within the Police Force. While searching for answers as for what happened to his Father and the attack on his sister Wendy, he was also dealing with Police Corruption and has been gathering numerous evidence concerning the matter, keeping it from his Superiors, knowing that they'd refuse to take action. Because of the current war the city was going through, he couldn't exactly go public with the matter, as it could get him killed. Instead, once he gathered enough evidence and got together all the information, he would take the matter not to State Police, but to Interpol. If he even had a day off, like today, he would be spending it in the Hospital with Wendy, who has been in a Coma for the past three months. After bills, groceries and necessities, Drake's money would go towards Wendy's Hospital Bill, which he expected to be staggering.

 

[Servant]

"It's night already, shouldn't you kids be asleep already? Bad men wander these streets at this hour of the night..." Emil said with a big grin as he entered an alleyway. Near a wall, hidden in the shadows, a group of teenagers gathered around an older looking fella who, as soon as he saw Emil, hid a white package back into his coat. The teenagers slowly began to move away from the dealer and stare directly at Emil, whose grin had already faded a way. There were a total of four of them, all of them wielding blunt objects (Bats, pipes, etc). Emil was just about to take a step forward when he noticed something. The dealer. He had a gun. Because of how dark it was he wasn't able to figure out which type of gun it was, but Emil recognized the silhouette of a gun when he saw one. "Wow wow wow mate. I am not looking for trouble here. I just wanted to make sure that you worked for Mythril, that's all." Even throughout the darkness of the scene Emil was able to notice that the dealer was clenching his gun. "And what if I am not?" The dealer's voice sounded rusty, clearly showing he had long passed his younger days. "Great, I am being outnumbered by a bunch of kids and their grandpa..."


A warm and gentle smile appeared on Emil's face, making him look more like a salesman rather than an assassin. "Oh children, I feel sorry for you. You were just looking for a way to make time pass by quicker, yet instead of coming to a more professional dealer you came to the lowest type of scum, who is selling you nothing but a big package full of plaster dust. It's so sad you trusted a man like him and that he had the audacity to lie to your innocent faces... " The teenager's expression changed from hostile to confused. "He lied to us?" One of the smallest one asked. "He didn't just do that, one could say even he mocked you." Emil took a step closer. "Do you know how bad is for your health is to inhale plaster dust? It could even kill you..." Emil said with fake concern. Another step. The whole gang of teens turned towards the old dealer. "Is he telling the truth?" Asked a teen that was holding a bat. "Did you lie to us?" The old dealer took a step back and into the light of the pale moon. His baggy eyes met with Emil's and, in what seemed like a split second, an animal like anger took over him. He rose his gun, aiming for Emil's forehead. "Why you litt-" He got interrupted by a wooden bat smashing against his face. As he began to fall back a single tooth blew out of his mouth and landed close to Emil. The teenagers were now surrounding the old dealer, smashing their bats and pipes against his torso, legs and face. After seeing this Emil simply turned around and began to casually walk away, leaving the teens to end the job for him. Still after he had left the alleyway Emil was able to hear the dealer's screams, but they were soon silenced by a passing by train.

 

[Harlan]

"Oi, southern district, Crowelm street. Someone bring a f*cking vehicle." Ash shouted into the walkie talkie for any police nearby him, his eyes glaring at the flat-wheeled wreck on the side. He hid low in the dark alley between two tall, identical buildings. Ash ducked his head lower into the darkness as bullets shocked the brick concrete, showering sparks everywhere. In admist of all the madness, Ash pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, snapping his fingers in place of a lighter as he lit it. Exhaling the smoke out, he calmly accessed what happened prior to this point.


Earlier the day, there was a report of Mythril gang members up in the Northern districts, peons most likely trying to screw around like they always do. What they were doing specifically didn't matter, Ash drove there immediately, carrying the standard glock 22. Upon arrival, the Mythril gang members had started shooting at him on sight. When it became readily apparent that they had the accuracy equivalent to storm troopers' as their numbers started to die down, they all started to retreat into their cars and sped back south. Despite the risks, Ash followed tenaciously until they had gained a territorial advantage over him.


At a certain point during the chase, a mine had detonated under the car, flipping it and Ash over. He brace himself mid-air as everything turned upside down. The sudden crash knocked his head against the wheel as he almost slipped unconscious. Suffering only cuts and bruises, Ash shot the shattered window frames a few times until he could manage to kick it off. He quickly got out as he tossed the empty gun to the side, maneuvering under the bullets that began firing until he found refuge in the alley. He wiped the blood from a gash on his head with his hand, thinking how reckless it was of him to follow into this obvious trap and how they got their hands on explosives.


He crouched down as the damp concrete seeped into his shoes, brushing against a rat scurrying underneath. He started to plan out his next move in this position, some dumbass bloke was obviously going to charge here and fire blindly. Ash was betting on it, the first thing he wanted was another gun to replace. He waited silently, the sound of bullets hitting concrete rang in his ear but only served to heightened his senses. It was unavoidable that they would soon realize they can't hit shit and would send a guy over.


"Get out bastard!!" As if on cue, the scrawny white kid ran around the corner to confront the seasoned veteran lurking in the shadow, blazing bullets left and right. When his eyes hunkered down to meet Ash's cold glare, he immediate aimed his gun down at the man. He paused though, as he watched Ash flick the cigarette onto his leg. The graceful arcs mesmerized him as he wondered what in the world was going to happen. When the stick made contact with his pants, the whole thing erupted into flames. He urgently started to reach down with his free hand to pat the flames out, dropping his guard foolishly.


After seeing the opening, Ashe sprung up and grabbed the man's arm that was holding the gun, forcing it up as the man pulled the trigger in panic. Ash directed the gun behind the man, the bullets making quick work of his poor friend who decided to come help as backup, then breaking his arm with a loud painful crack that left the man unconscious. After the fire finished turning the first gang member into a crisp, Ash took his gun and kicked the charred body into the open as it met fire from multiple direction. He examined the FN-P90 in his hand, a decent gun, although he was happy with any firearm right now.


Judging from the directions that the bullet shot at the body, Ash aimed the gun around the corner of the alley without actually peeking his head out. He took a few experimental shots, satisfied after hearing the Mythril members yell out profanities before continuing to take more shots. After a couple of minutes, it went quiet, Ash rolled out to see the situation. He swiftly dashed back to his turned car as shelter since it was safer now to do so. It was also easier to see in this situation, a bunch of three-bit gangsters didn't have the capabilities to use a gun properly anyhow. It seemed that they were also using cars as barricade. Ash face curled into a devious smile at this realization.


His scanned the cars as they resumed firing, taking a steady aim at the gas tank, then fired. Normally a bullet wasn't sufficient enough to cause a spark by itself, but this was Ash we're talking about. Following the bullet was a small wisp of flames, when the lead pierced the car's armor, the whole thing immediately detonated followed by a chain of casualties. Ash couldn't help but muttered under his breath,"God is great.",as he watched the explosions in front of the twin towers. He wasn't any bit religious though, but the opportunity had just presented itself. The noise from the incident was sure to had made a huge commotion to anyone in the district, this was a good time for him to leave now. Ash looked around for his backup car, if he could rely on anyone in the damn police force that is.

 

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8:49... 8:50... 8:51...


Madeline sighed loudly as she watched the time go by on her phone, the minutes going rather slower than usual. It must've been the current withdrawal of the amphetamine she took earlier that made her feel like utter shit but she was betting her money on the current member filling her ears with information she didn't really care about. Not caring only because she heard it all before. Going down the list of updates: another assassin failed at eliminating Tyson - which she was obviously grateful of - and Emil dealt with a low-class dealer whom wasn't with Mythril. Good for him. She didn't like anyone else dealing in her district other than the appointed gang that ruled it, of course. Anyone who dealt with such matters was sure to get a good pat on the back from her, even if they didn't love her to bits; especially Emil.


The woman rolled her eyes at the thought of the assassin 'disliking' her but what could she do? She knew he had a close relationship with Francis when he used to lead and after his death, when she was promoted, everyone just walked around with foots in their asses afterwards. Sure, Madeline wasn't the perfect chick around Upland and had some flaws, but she wasn't as bad as people made it out to seem. However, if they disliked her just because a woman was running Mythril, then they could just get a nice middle finger to the face. With a bright smile.


8:59... 9:00... 9:01...


Madeline yawned as the man in front of her desk continued to rant on with that happened. Leaning back in her chair, her attention went up to the ceiling and her mouth opened in attempt to tell him to talk someone else's ear off. Though, that was before she heard about a cop killing some of her men earlier today singlehandedly. Straightening her posture, an eyebrow rose at the fact as a hand extended to reach for her small container of quick fixes. Fiddling around for any, she grasped a pill between her index and middle finger, placing it on her tongue. She swallowed it quickly and thought to herself, settling the cylinder back on the desk.


Mythril and the Upland police had been at each other's throats what seemed forever, the war only bring numerous amounts of deaths than actual good and it a slap in the face that all of the shit was forced onto her when she was made leader. To be frank, she didn't have a well-thought out plan yet to bring an end of this chaos but she had to come up with something fast or more of her men would die and the gang would become nothing. If there was one thing she owed to Francis, that was to see this gang make it out to the end. Perhaps she'll talk with Tyson about it later tonight.


Clearing her throat softly, Madeline waved her hand to dismiss the other person in her room since he was done with the updates and rubbed her forehead. There was also this fucked up 'suicide club' events to worry about as well along with the war. Too many members had committed the act after Francis did and it was just one after another, even to this day. Lucky for her no one executed the deed today, so that was something. Even still, she had to look into it as well and much as she didn't want to admit it, the police may have some information on the matter.


Attention was brought back to the time. It was now 9:35 - a perfect time for her to pack up her things and get the hell out of here. She would have to pat Emil on the back later on because now she had some important business to attend to at home. Stuffing her things back into her pockets, Madeline exited her office and had bid everyone a goodnight, telling them they knew how to reach her in case something happened. Upon reaching outside, she zippered up her jacket and caught a glimpse of Emil from afar but didn't bother to call out to him. Instead, she started to lightly jog towards the direction of her house the best she could in high heels.


Disregarding whistles from outside members and innocent people who resided in the southern district, the woman continued to jog until she reached the entrance of her apartment building. Using her powers, she pushed the doors open with repulsion without laying a finger on it and scurried up the stairs, stopping occasionally to catch her breath since her apartment was on the seventh floor. Taking off her jacket once she was faced with the door connecting to her apartment, Madeline sighed out in relief and entered, locking it behind her.


Settling her jacket a hook beside her door and placing her keys, gun, et cetera - she looked around her apartment and figured Tyson wasn't here yet so either she was early or something had happened which she didn't want to think about. Slipping out of her shirt, she walked to her bedroom and threw the article of clothing on the bed before walking over to the nightstand. Madeline opened the drawer and pulled out a bag of stashed drugs, pondering which one she would take for the night this time.

 

[BloodThunder27]

"Wendy...I...I'm sorry." Drake could only apologize for not being there for his sister on the day that she got brutally assaulted and raped. He was still trying to find the men who were responsible. Because there were no witnesses and the only evidence that he had was a blurry recorded video recording, he didn't have much to go off of. At the same time, he also needed a way to lure them out. But how? He promised that when he finds them, he will torture and then kill them for what they did to Wendy. Every day, he was still haunted by what happened all those months ago...

 

[Brax]

Teeth grazed his bottom lip. What was it he needed to bring with him to Madeline's? His cell phone was always a must. Cigarettes and marijuana, both of which be brought in excess wherever he visited. Some of that Xanax, for sure. Anything else they needed, they could get with a couple of phone calls. Ty wasn't really a huge drug-user, to say the least. When it came to pills, he stuck to the prescribed Xanax for his legitimate anxiety concerns. He rarely abused it, rather, he actually ingested the drug on a need-basis. Marijuana and cigarettes were his true vices, on top of a nice drink from time to time. And that happened to be more often than not.





Ty didn't even bother closing the door to his room as he walked out. The trust between the entire crew was so strong that no one would steal anything from him in that apartment building. Besides, if they did, shit obviously wasn't going far. As far as the fighters were concerned, they kept to their own business unless it was time to get to work on something that was socially relevant. When Ty got close to the lobby, the lights would grow to bother him even more. Yeah, some weird quirk that Ty was familiar for was wearing sunglasses at all hours of the day. His eyes were extremely sensitive, and had been from birth - he wasn't so sure which was to blame: genetics or the powers he acquired as a child. That's something for a future post though~


Fingers grasped the frame of designer sunglasses from the back pocket of his jeans. Slipping them over his eyes, the tinted lens provided shade for his eyes in the same manner a cushion would for somebody who was sitting on a couch. Sighing by way of exhaling air from his nostrils at a faster rate, Ty would find immediate relief behind his accessory. Money well spent as always. When he exited the lobby, he didn't bother descending the small flight of concrete steps which led up to the lobby floor of the apartment building. His outline was surrounded in a yellow glow, and the air around the immediate radius of his body would begin whipping around him in circles as if it were gravitating toward the energy being emitted. Within seconds from this moment, Ty would shoot off into the air prior to turning south a couple of hundred feet up.


A short trip resulted in him reaching Madeline's apartment, but he didn't go through the front door. He never did. Using the largest window in Madeline's apartment, Ty opened his own entrance from the side and let himself in that way. When he stepped foot into the living room, he shut the window behind him. Then he took a moment to flatten out some small wrinkles in his shirt.
​

 

[chompie]

She was pretty sure that, yes, this was a nasty ass alleyway. So either this guy is not the most romantic type, taking her to another place through this cesspool, or just a fucking idiot. Of course, she'd never tell him that, and by the way it was a'lookin... He wouldn't get to. The alleyway had the typical fat ass mutated rat, maybe a dark black cat and thin laundry lines with not a cent of laundry hung above them to speak of. She let her head lower back to stare in front of her, to the back of the tasty smelling morsel in front of her. Being friends with him was cool, but she felt a lil' hungry for a certain lovely taste in her mouth.


They past the several overflowing large green,rusted and infested metal dumps, they feet crunching on the broke gravel and darting away from what seemed a twisted neck bird or a mysterious matted piece of material. [cardboard? yeah, yeah.] The sculpted hand on her small one, their fingers coldly wrapped against each other's instead of their fingers entwined. Just as she noticed this and glanced at his back, his fingers tangled with hers as if he knew she acknowledge the lack of intimacy. He suddenly stopped, turning around and giving her that blessing of that beauuuutiful face. Now she was having second thoughts about eating him.


" L... listen. I know this isn't the best place to sit and have tea, Sullie... " Sullie wanted to get a little rich and snap at him... Not literally. They were friends, compadres. " What's good, suga'? " She asked in a velvet voice, tilting her head to the side only a bit. "I... I don't think I'm ready to go with you, you know...? I mean, something serious just popped up, and I really gotta dip for a while." She eyebrow raised at this, he was scratching the back of his neck and slouching a little more so than usual. She didn't question it. "How long, then?" Going straight the point, Sullie honestly was annoyed that he was leaving and that she couldn't get herself to eat him. Whatever, she'd pick up a gang member, toy with his pistol a bit then have lunch. "I don't know. I don't think'll be too long, but hey. I said I din'kno' for a reason."


What was going to be her next meal was now walking away. Sullie let her hand drop from her previous wave, looking around and seeing that this all went down too fast for her tastes. She bent over, her chest almost spilling out of her black attire as she raise her hands around her mouth. "Hurry home, suga'!" She shouted, earning a backwards wave from the male as he turned the corner and out of sight. She immediately turned and pressed her thumb to her left temple and her index and middle on her right. What the actual fuck. Her hunting game was growing weak, couldn't even kill some guy she met a week ago.


Whatever.


The binge eater didn't take her time looking for prey, making sure she didn't get attached. She picked some ugly ass fucker who turned out to be in Mythie. After not too much flirting and charming, Sullie was standing on the corpse soon enough, a big whole gaping in his stomach. "Thank ya for the food, hunny..." She told the gurgling and gasping body who was drifting off into death. Sullie bent down a left a nice little kiss on his chin... His forehead... His cheeks, a little on his nose and same faint ones down his neck. He started sniveling and sobbing, sounding like he was having a wet asthma attack more than anything. Thankfully, she felt no guilt.


She pressed a groomed black nail against the small dent of the little circle, popping open the little makeup mirror. Cleaning herself up and guzzling some well earned water, she walked as she applied dark red lipstick. She smacked her lips, closing the red lid and lifting the side of her dress to slide it back to her jacket pocket. Checking out her hand, which was still a little dirty, she sighed and shook her head. Sullie hated getting messy while on the job. She began licking at her finger quickly. He wasn't very amazing, he tasted kind of stiff. Better than nothing.


Wasn't there something she needed to get to? Oh riiight... Sullie found herself sighing and throwing herself into the passenger sat on the cop car. Her partner giving her a look before sighing and sitting in the driver side. She clapped her hands happily at her win. "You're horribly out of uniform, Sullivan." "We'll be fine, sweetie, chill~" She assured him, taking off her jacket. "We're talking about Ashie, he's probably got it all on lock and cleared out or somethin'~" As the partner tilted his head, his expression softened. Seemed that he agreed, but didn't say anything else.


Sullie checked her guns, slipping a bullet into her mouth when he wasn't looking. The police car was already on the road and speeding off towards their destination. Little was said, she preferred humming and looking around, swaying with the cars sharp turns. Upland, what a city. She'd live here forever. What a lovely place... Her parents, of course, didn't like Upland the moment they saw it and ditched her, but it's all good. Calypso is a grown woman, and her parents weren't the most lovable pair in the family. It's for the best if they just... Stay at the sidelines and not bother her with her fun.


Sullie took wind of the mess of burnt cars and bullets everywhere and Ash standing there looking around like an idiot as the car squealed into a violent and diagonal stop. She suddenly opened the door, looking over it and resting her left forearm on the top. Her right hand was waving happily. "Suga! Glad to see you're still in one piece!" She couldn't help but laugh haughtily placing a hand over her heart. He looked like some lost, grungy animal looking back and forth, she wasn't sure if it was cute or just funny. Just funny, she decided. "Pupupupupuuuu~" Her... 'unique' laugh rang about.

 

[Nico]

The smell of cigarette smoke flooded the dank north side apartment. The source was of course, a cigarette. Yukino laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling, clad in only a pair of boxers. He looked over next to him to a sleeping male with a sigh. It wasn't uncommon for him and his closest friend to have occasional no strings attached sex. With a puff of the cigarette he ran a hand through his messy auburn hair before ruffling it up once more. He really wasn't one for classy appearances. His hair could do whatever the fuck it wanted to for all he cared.


Stirring next to him caught his attention "You still awake?" the young man's night partner said.


Yuki snorted and flicked the cancer stick into an ash tray. "Yup, it's only 9PM, not my fault you pass out right after you finish." He said and smirked playfully. That earned him a roll of his friend's eyes. "Well I think I'm going to head home" was the sudden silence breaker. Yukino shouldn't have had a pang of sadness at this, it was in their agreement to not go farther then friends. But he couldn't help but feel lonely already. Yuki put on a smile and nodded "Alright man, see ya later." he said and watched his friend leave the apartment after quickly dressing.


The sudden quietness in the room intensified, with the only sound coming from the computers and laptop in the conjoining room. He balled his fist and let out a deep sigh. The Mythril hacker fished in the side drawer and got out his Paxil and Valium. He downed them with a bottle of water and stood up. 'No use pondering over useless shit' he thought to himself. The one side he never showed was his mentally unstable side. The side that plagued him with depression, anxiety and paranoia.


He stood up and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower and undressing out of his dirty boxers. A 20 minutes later he emerged and dressed in a pair of night pants and a white cotton shirt. He grabbed his laptop and flopped on to bed. He'd do some web browsing since it was way to early. His phone next to him. "When will things get fun around here~?" he whined.

 

[Turtlyturt]

Skylar had just arrived back in town after visiting a friend cross country. And he was already having a bad day. His car had been stolen from an airport a few hours away, while walking into his apartment complex some shit kids threw eggs at him, his key broke in his lock, and fire ants had taken over his kitchen. When his bags were finally angerly thrown onto his bed, and his clothes in the washer, he was relaxing in the shower, hot water pouring down his back, while a flask of Whiskey kept him company.


His shower didn't last long before a knock at the door interrupted him. With a short towel around his waist he cracked the door open to a short man with his hand out, his voice had to be the most high pitched shit he'd ever heard come from a guys mouth. But the mans pink polo and matching shoes gave him a hint as to why. the man was asking for rent money, which Skylar promptly answered he'd give it tomorrow and closed the door in the faces face. Locking it behind him. His bed was calling his name when he entered the bedroom. Tossing his towel across the room he crawled in ready for a mid day nap and was almost asleep when his cellphone rang.


Two minutes later with bags torn apart and clothes and whatnot laid around the bed and floor, he dialed the number back and sighed, it was a woman he drunkly gave his number to before a one night stand he had with her, and now she assumed they were in a relationship. "I told you not to call." He ended the call and turned his cell phone off, crawling back into his sheets and closing his eyes. Suddenly, he wasn't tired anymore. "Fucking shit." He rolled over, threw one leg from under the covers and placed an arm over his eyes. "What else could go wrong."

 

[decomposition]

Well, damn.


Madeline definitely needed to restock her stash soon since all it seemed like she had was few black beauties and the heavy duty stuff that was only for certain 'emergencies'. She wasn't complaining about taking amphetamines again though. It happened to be her favorite and she was definitely withdrawing from it. Repeating the steps she did in the morning, the woman sighed in relief when it was swallowed and fell back onto her bed while kicking her shoes off. About five minutes in, she wiggled out of her pants as well to just leave her in underwear once again. She never did like lot of layers, especially when she was at home. It all felt too suffocating for her and she definitely didn't want to be in that feeling when it was just time to unwind and relax.


Rolling onto her stomach, a hand grasped her cellphone and sent a quick message to Yukino - Mythril's most excellent hacker and information gatherer. She hadn't forgotten that the cases of those numerous suicide attempts had to be look into and hopefully, with Yuki's skills, he could find something about the matter. How they started, why people are suddenly doing it - anything. She typed text swiftly, a simple sentence saying: Find anything you can about the 'suicide club'. Now, the only things that she could do and wait to see if anything would arise.


Stretching out her body, Madeline threw the phone to the side and rolled onto her side, brushing away some strand of coal hair. The issue about the cop who killed a good handful of her men had to be dealt with tomorrow or as soon as possible. Perhaps she would get Emil to do something about it or just have Yuki try and look into it. However, at this instance, she heard the window in the living room open and close, footstep slightly echoing in her ears. A smile grew on her face as she rolled off the bed to walk over to the door which connected her room to the living room.


Leaning against the frame, the woman took a moment to feel the effects of the amphetamines finally kicking in before whistling softly and watched the male smooth out his shirt. With a lick of her lips, she spoke. "Why isn't it tall, red and handsome," Madeline teased with a gently laugh. Pushing herself from the door frame, she walked over to him as straight as possible and extended a hand to help smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt idly.


Green hues flickered to look up at him, her left eye shooting him a wink before reaching up on her toes to place her lips onto his cheek and spoke against his skin. "Glad to see you in one piece, again," she nodded, taking a step back to fix her bra. "I heard another assassin was sent. I really wish I can call them off but... you know." Madeline shrugged, trailing off the sentence and headed towards the kitchen with slight hops in her walk.

 

[Harlan]

Ash made no comment, hell he doesn't even know what these kids' names were nor did he care much to find out. He walked over to the the male, having no intention to be the one riding in the back. "Get out from the front." Ash commanded, beckoning his finger at the officer to get out of the driver's seat, his voice harsh and intimidating. He had his usual perpetual scornful face as he stared at the cadet frantically try to tear his seat belt off, staring back with teary eyes. They made him wait around 10 minute, and now he had to wait for this? He already went and eradicated some more Mythril members who were brave enough to gather at the scene, forcing him to keep an alert eye out and a trigger finger ready. However this wait wasn't half as amusing, he reached over and pressed the clip out of the buckle for the bumbling mess, who proceeded to fall out of the car himself.


Without another word, Ash stepped into the car over Sullie's partner who hurried off of the floor and into the backseat. He geared the car into motion, driving down back north. His hands automatically reached for the police radio, switching it on as he continued to stare down the road. There were reports of a fat, freckled, fedora-wearing, Caucasian male found with the entirety of his abdomen gone in what seemed to had been caused by bite marks. Later the male's affiliation with Mythril was confirmed and Ash dropped his perturbed expression, but he was still unclear with the how the man befell that incident.


There were more reports of incidents happening around from other officers, none which were near the vicinity so he didn't bother checking it out. Some guns fired behind and in front of them as they exited the place, one bullet managing to shatter the car window where the wheel was. Ash abruptly ducked his head as the bullet flew pass him and toward Sullie, the car jerking off rode for a bit, but still managed to leave the Southern district and into Central. He raised his head and stared back at the road as if he was used to this, which he was. Glass dust and shards shook off his head and shoulder as he brushed it with his free hand, turning his head to check for his junior's well-being, yes he did at least care that much. Ash took the quiet route back north, avoiding the major battlegrounds for territory in no man's land.

 

[chompie]

Sullie flipped her hair, stretched her arms out. Taking sight of Ash 'stomping' over to the driver's side, she sunk into the opposite seat to them, lifting a dainty heel into the car and shutting it tightly. She drummed her finger nails against the car, clicking her tongue. She didn't notice the little quarrel take place first, but when she did and looked over and saw the cop fall face first onto the decrepit pavement, she giggled into her hand. "Uupupu!~" She chimed cheerfully. If she could, she would have stepped on the cop's butt. Maybe grind and crush his twin grenades with her heel. Just make them flatten.... Sounds fun...





She didn't pay much attention, her eyes pointed forward as the senior plopped into the driver's seat. He smelled interesting, but not exactly tantalizingly delicious. Better than that crap meal earlier. She sucked on her teeth, her tongue in her cheek as she opened her hand in front of her and checked her nails. Sullie was spreading out her fingers as he turned on the radio. She didn't really care about that, so she kept going about her own business on the way back. Hearing the incident however, and knowing that was her doing by the description of the victim she had the displeasure of feasting on. "Upupu."





In comparison to her other giggles, this one was especially lack-luster. Not because she was worried or nervous, because she was focused on more important things, like wondering if she should shape her nails some more. She returned her hand into a fist and laid it causally over her lap, fixing her bang in between her eyes and tilting over her nose. Sullie grew hella bored, the car ride was nice despite the multiple shots that were being fired at them, none of them very close except this one that Ash just dodged.


Sullie, on instinct, opened her mouth the bullet rocketing to the back of her throat. Her neck stretched almost grotesquely, but it soon fell and traveled to the bottomless pit that was her stomach. She hissed, holding her neck. That shit stung, but if she wasn't an eater, she'd be dead by now. She soon smiled at nothing in particular, letting her hand drop onto her thigh as she tasted faint blood. By the looks of it, the woman was okay. "What a ride, pupupu!~" She chimed, hearing the shots start to slowly disappear.





Soon enough they were just riding along, but Sullie caught the glance thrown at her. "All clear here, officer~" She said simply, grinning with a tight upturn of her lips. Devious was all that grin told Ash.

 

[Brax]

Extending his cheek forward toward her lips, Ty's eyes kept fixated on his woman's figure. "Been fightin' all my life, same ol' storeh." Nothing has changed, even after all these years. The whites of his teeth flashed, revealed by his trademark brilliant smile. At the same time, he turned his head to the side, checking to see if the lock on the door was secure before he looked back to Madeline as she walked away, pep in her step and all. After a pause for an extra second or two, watching her move on along, Ty would surely follow. When he stepped foot into the room, the first thing he did was open up the freezer to peer inside. If he was guessing correctly, there was a gift he left himself inside...


But, he was wrong. There wasn't a gift inside. No, there was two.


Ty often forgot little things such as this. Happy as could be, Ty removed a small folded piece of wax paper out from the corner of the freezer. His other hand reached in to grab a rather large bottle of cognac. He placed both on the counter-top adjacent to the refrigerator, before grasping a cup out of the appropriate cabinet. Tossing ice into the glass, he shut the freezer and popped the top off of his alcohol. Of course, this version of a pop is more like an unscrewing, but whatever. You get the idea. He poured the dark-colored liquid into the glass, filling it half of the way. Ty then placed the wax paper into his pocket. With his glass in one hand and the bottle being grasped by his free one, Ty then moved over to Madeline, sneaking up on her from behind and placing his lips onto the corner of hers - pushing and pursing them into the girl's face in a slightly aggressive manner before he turned to walk out of the kitchen. "Pleasure ta see ya, love."





Let's get something straight. Ty doesn't live like Madeline was. She was a powerful gang leader, rich. He was no one. From the get-go, to now. As a result of the high activity at his place, he kept all of his paraphernalia in addition to most of his expensive stuff in Madeline's place. After looking down to place both of the items in his hands onto the small coffee table in the middle of the room, Ty looked up. A speaker system ran from the television in the living room, which was connected by himself. The young man ran music through the television via WIFI and his cell phone. The quality was surprisingly crisp, hip-hop bumping through the apartment at a moderate level. Most of the music was west-coast oriented, with flashes of east on occasion.





Licking his lips, he smiled as the music began playing. Perfect. Feet then led Ty from the living room into Madeline's bed room, where he grabbed a couple of things from her closet - a water pipe, a titanium nail, a titanium dabber (which looks reminiscent of a scalpel), and a hand-torch (a portable version of a blow torch). The titanium nail was domeless, but that didn't matter if you aren't accustomed to this entire ordeal from the get go.





Ty put the titanium nail in place of where a bowl would usually be placed in the bong. He grasped the dabber and the blow torch in his other hand and strolled back into the living room. He placed the water pipe on the table prior to grasping the wax paper from his pocket, opening it up. Inside was a dark-green, sparkly oil that withheld the same texture as taffy. Using the metal dabber, Ty removed a tiny portion of the goo from the paper by wrapping it around the titanium end. Immediately afterwards, he used the blow torch to heat up the nail within the bong. Holding the flame on it for a couple of seconds, Ty waited until it got red hot until he put his mouth on the appropriate end. Then, he placed the dabber withholding the wax into the nail and sucked in the air.





Smoke filled the glass piece, essentially funneling straight into Ty's lungs. Placing everything down onto the table, he held the smoke in as long as he could. He even took a large sip of the cognac in his glass, swallowing before exhaling - replacing the contents of his cup before taking a seat on some sort of furniture...
​

Speaking of the subject, what did Madeline's living room even look like? -nudgenudge-
​

 

[Turtlyturt]

After a few moments, with his eyes now closed and his mouth wide open, he had fallen asleep. Then again that didn't last too long when the children from the residents above him were running around and knocking shit over. He was becoming flustered with everything around him. He sat up enough to grab his cellphone and turn it back on. He laid it on his chest, listening to the ringtone come on. He'd only had it off what five ten minutes and this woman was left him missed calls and text messages. He slid the notification screen down and removed all the missed calls the crazy bitch had left him. He stared at an strange number that had sent him both two messages and a missed phone call. The messages told him nothing of what the number had been calling for only to call him back if he wanted to know anything.


A woman answered on the other line. "This is Skylar Kennedy, someone had called this number." He sat up and tilted his head back, using his free hand to rub across his five o'clock shadow. The woman told him of her son who'd recently died and left a note with his name and number on it. She was looking for reasons why her son would do something so selfish. "Suicides an awful thing." He was now listening to the woman cry and mumble out an address for him to come to. " 'Course." He ended the call. Next came sending out a text to Ty, it only had the address he was heading to. It wasn't asking him to come, to where he'd be if they couldn't find it. After all the whole phone call seemed a bit out of place. Slipping on an old Hawaiian shirt, tan shorts, and sandals he walked over to the door patting his pockets to make sure he had his wallet, phone, flask, and pack of ciggs. He was on his way.


He removed the cigarette he had placed in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke while staring at the woman's brown dry grass and dead bushes in the front lawn. With drowsy and tired eyes he made his way to the front door and pulled the first glass door aside and knocked. Was she running a dog breeding business? The amount of barking that was going on inside had to be more than four dogs. He listened to the woman who was just crying over the phone yell at them and curse into the wind. She opened the door, she couldn't have been more than fifty with her grey/black hair and light wrinkles. She wasn't very large either. She invited the man inside to which he politely declined. He pulled the cigarette to his mouth and moved to the side by the door. "Your son had a lover and after she told him she was leaving he did what he did. I apologize, I didn't count on him being so reckless" He knew what really had happened, with the string of suicides around the city it wasn't hard to figure out.


For a while they stood in silence as they held eye contact. Dropping his cigarette he stomped it out and sighed. "Again, I apologize."

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

The night air was as cool and crisp as it always was, and with a slight breeze, all Rei's worries fell away as she let her mind focus on the simple, rhythmic motion of running and leaping across rooftops. It was one of the most simplistic things to do in her life. It was symbolic of freedom, allowing her to let the world fall away, even if it was only for a short amount of time.


It was her getaway, because unlike most other people who worked for Mythril, Rei was not one for drugs. She had never touched any of the substances in her life. It was a simple belief that if she was going to find a way to be happy in the hellish world she lived in, she would be strong enough to find a way to do it herself. Not through the repeated use of any substance. Besides, when your job relied on the ability to maintain proper depth perception and aim a rifle, you couldn't mess yourself up with drugs.


Coming to edge of a building, Rei allowed herself to refocus on the world, finding herself standing at an overlook above the entrance to a building that read Export International. Stepping off the ledge, Rei spun immediately and caught the lip of the roof with her hands, planting her feet firmly against the side. Looking down, she marked where the next window was and pushed off. Falling about ten feet, Rei caught the window sill, letting her weight rest for just a moment before springing into a back flip and landing on the ground another ten feet or so below.


Her landing was noticeable enough that it drew the attention of the Mythril member standing watch out front. A couple reached for firearms, but after realising who she was, let their hands fall back to their sides. Nodding to them, Rei made her way to the door and reached back into her bag, pulling out a sealed plastic bag, the bottom filled with blood, as it held the head of her mark.


"M'here to meet the boss. I've got another. You mind radioing her, if she isn't busy?"


Now idling, Rei stood awaiting her 'orders' on what to do with her marks head.

 

[decomposition]

Upon reaching the kitchen, Madeline took a minute to dig around in her fridge for some fresh fruit - mangos, pineapples, cherries - and settled them on the island counter. If there was one thing that she loved more to munch on under the influence, it just had to be fruit of any kind though because of the difficulties between Mythril and the police, obtaining fruit was proving to be a challenge. She sighed as she started to cut up the fresh items, noting that Tyson was in the kitchen with her to get whatever it was he had left from his last visit. It was visible that all this shit was taking a toll on her. She was becoming tired of trying to uphold the gang and make sure causalities were at the minimum, but it was cleat this problem wasn't going to smooth out soon. Alongside that, the Freedom Fighters were getting in the way from time to time which made things complicated. If Skylar would just remain neutral on the sidelines, perhaps things would be a bit easier. Just a little bit.


When Tyson sneaked behind her to place a kiss on the corner of her lips, she smiled and put the cut fruit in a bowl. Even though a lot of things were on her plate - the cop who killed her men early today, 'suicide club' and a bunch of shit left by the lovely Francis - Madeline was just glad Tyson was still here despite different factions. Corny as that must've sounded, it rang true. As much as she loved her former boyfriend, the feeling of remorse didn't overwhelm her like it should have which made it seem like she didn't care to other members within the gang. Ever since she had joined up with Mythril after leaving home, her and Tyson had been close since day one and ultimately, it flourished into something more as time went on. Nothing wrong with that, right? Just two individuals falling in love with each other.


Things had obviously got complicated and...


Madeline shook her head and placed the leftover fruit back in the fridge. It wasn't the time to reminisce the past. So, the woman just cleared her throat and made her way to the living room, eating a piece of fruit while she walked. By this time, music was already playing and the other was already doing his thing. Another bite of a fruit and a soft chuckle. She moved towards a window and stared out in the distance, her apartment high enough to see beyond to the city. She always preferred the night rather than day, like anyone would if they lived in Upland, since it was calm and quiet. Though, that didn't stop people from still doing crimes underneath the moonlight.


Still looking out the window, she spoke. "Apparently, a cop took out some of my men today. Singlehanded, in fact," she informed Tyson, taking another bite of fruit. "Mm, I'll have to deal with that soon. Maybe make a surprise visit at the department with a certain gift," a laugh. More like a gift of blowing their department all the way down to hell but she simply shrugged, turning on her heel to face the male in the room.


"I probably should ask since I don't give a shit but," she paused a moment to hear her phone ring, knowing that it would only be someone from Mythril at this hour. Sighing, Madeline sighed and placed her fruit on the coffee table, heading towards her bedroom. While doing so, she called out her question to the other, "How's Skylar doing?" and picked up her phone off the nightstand. Not bothering wasting time looking at the caller identification, Madeline simply pressed the accept button.


Ah, it was Rei returning successfully from her mission. Bringing a hand up to rub her forehead, the woman contemplated on what to actually do with another head. It wasn't exactly necessary to bring them to her, but oddly, she slightly appreciated it. Any proof of getting the job done was appreciated so there was no false bullshit. Moving, she leaned against the frame of her door again and glanced over at Tyson, answering the other who was on the phone.


"You can just tell Rei to put the head with the others, in the freezer at the back of the warehouse. I'll check on it tomorrow morning," Madeline said, rolling her eyes. "The girl's money is in the compartment next to my office door. Just have her scan a finger on the bit below it and she'll receive it. Also, I want to see her in my office first thing tomorrow morning. I'll be needing her help," After giving the instructions and a few words of they can do whatever they wanted, she hanged up and threw the phone back onto the bed; returning back to the living room.


"Sorry about that. I'm always on the clock." a joke.

 

[Brax]

Tyson shrugged. The man knew how it was, being constantly on call. Readjusting his posture slightly, fingers slid into one of his pockets and wrapped around his cellular device prior to dragging it out. A text message prompt from Skylar. Typically, he opened the message with a frown on its face before reading the contents. An address. In response, Ty would type Skylar back letting him know to keep his GPS on before sending the message in response. As he locked the phone and placed it back into his pocket, he looked up to Madeline and smiled. "Skylar's... The same, mo' o less. Lad's as reckless as evah." When she stated about being constantly on call for her job, Tyson obviously understood where the woman was coming from. He was probably all too familiar, as a matter of fact.





"So what's the deal fo' tonight? You tryin' ta chill?" He asked inquisitively, then contorted his face slightly to let out a yawn. Smoking weed all day had that kind of effect - mixed with that Xanax he took earlier, the action was inevitable. After he received his answer, one of the songs that Ty had recently been enjoying in excess began bumping through the speakers. Nodding his head with the beat of the spacey, syrupy production, the young man would grasp the glass of alcohol from the table and take a large sip. Then he began jamming out in his seat, located at the end of the couch furthest from the front door. Mouthing the words, moving his arms up and down - the cognac within his glass moved around with him, but failed to reach over the edge of the cup and spill.


After a couple of extra seconds of this, Ty dragged his cell phone back out of his pocket. Yeah. He forgot an extra detail he meant to accomplish previously when he had his phone in his hand, but whatever. Placing a call to the third in command, he made sure Skylar had a bit of back up at the address. He told the female on the other end of the phone to "Keep it 'G'." - referring to men who were trust worthy as backup. Stick in the car and wait for instructions. After the okay, Ty ended the call and placed his phone on the table.


Ty still had his heater in his waistband. It rarely left unless he was using it. After all the double crossing, the times he was snuck-up on, from being jumped on street corners selling dope to being shot multiple times in the face and torso. The man's psyche was reduced to a highly paranoid state. Not that he was on a tweaker level, but the name of the game in this city was survival. Death hid around every corner, and Ty's body had refused to let up on him after all this time. Even in the home of the woman whom he loved more than himself, he could never be sure of safety. He never rested.


Throughout his life, Ty had been shot a grand total of sixteen times. The first time he was shot, he was nine years old - his cocaine dealer did not like it when he returned fifty dollars short of the two kilos he owed the man. The last time he was shot had been four months ago, two bullets lodged through the side of his skull. One of these bullets was still lodged into the side of his brain; if the doctors removed it, Ty would have went brain dead. Skylar paid his medical bills and brought him there from the get go which was why Tyson felt the need to stay at his side. He was in a coma for two weeks before he woke up. He underwent a week of amnesia, and then eventually found his way back to Skylar - who shortly after created the freedom fighters.





A text was received on his phone from the third in command, stating that the cars had been stationed nearby the address Ty had given her. He didn't read the message though, because he was too busy delivering a wink in Madeline's direction.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Almost home after delivering the head and collecting her cash, Rei couldn't help but crack a smile at how easy the mark had been to find, or how big the payout had been. For a guy that was walking into clubs, shouting out his name to the world, and then hopping himself up on enough drugs to knock-out an elephant, she could only figure he'd stolen a shit load of money.


Coming off of a roof, Rei landed before a tall multi-storey building, grey with black smears and borderline dilapidated. This was her tower block. Specifically hers. She bought up every room in the place and turned it into a home, not just for herself, but for many of the kids that found themselves on the streets after instances similar to her own. There were only a few rules, pull your own weight, don't get involved in drugs, respect each other, cause its all you've got, that kind of stuff. It was more akin to a massive family than anything else, and Rei often joked about it being the 'fourth, hidden faction of Upland' even though they stayed in their block.


Entering through the front door, Rei immediately knew something was wrong from the shouting. Readying her rifle, she ran down the front corridor and into the main plaza to find some uppity thug had knocked about a couple of the older boys and had one of the girls pinned to the wall. Of course the younger kids were staying out of it, they tended to do that, but it was more or less for the best.


"Hey, fuck-face, get off the girl!" Rei barked harshly.


As the man turned around, apparently curious as to who would speak to him, Rei recognised him as one of the local dealers for Mythril. They weren't supposed to come in here, as per agreement with their boss, but it seemed this one lost a few braincells and thought it would be a good idea to show up anyway. Once he'd turned, though, the missing braincells managed to regrow as the thug realised exactly who just walked in.


Raising his hands out in front of him in fear and defeat, he started to stutter some bullshit about showing the boys how to defend themselves, and just wanting to give the girls a hug. Judging by her ripped shirt, he'd intended on more than a hug. Without hesitation Rei smoothly pulled back on the trigger, sending forth a sharp retort and the dealer's right hand exploded in a mess of gore and bone.


The dealer dropped to the ground immediately, clutching at what was basically a stump at the end of his arm whilst screaming in anguish. Not wanting the man dead, just taught, Rei walked forward and slammed a boot down midway down his arm before tying it off with a tight knot. Hauling him to his feet, she promptly escorted him to the front door, threw him out and shut the security doors behind her.


Re-entering the plaza, she found the girl, Melody, and made sure she was okay before addressing the kids.


"Alright, here's the deal. I have a meeting with the boss of Mythril in the morning. But, due to what just happened, I want you to keep the front doors locked. You have to go anywhere, use the ladder system round the back of the block. Don't unlock those doors until I return, just in case."


Sure that everyone understood, Rei saw the two boys off to the 'nurse', a sweet girl by the name of Christine who's parents had been EMTs, before making her way to the top of the block and entering her room, ready for a bit of sleep before her meeting the next morning.

 

[BloodThunder27]

After spending what felt like a thousand years at the Hospital, Drake would kiss his little sister's forehead before leaving. Because he was 'Off-Duty' until the next day, he decided to go to the UPD Shooting Range, as his Trigger Finger was getting itchy. When that thought came to mind, he saw three men in a back alley, but when they turned to see him, they began running. Despite being off duty, he still had his Uniform on. "This is Detective Drake Tang, we got three 10-66s on the run, requesting assistance. Over." He called in to the radio before giving chase to the three suspects, hot on their tail. However, he had to refrain from drawing his weapons, because he did not know if they were armed or not.

 

[Harlan]

From the corner of his peripheral vision, Ash saw the whole display, the way she allowed the bullet to enter her mouth, stretching the back of her throat but unable to penetrate through the skin. It wasn't as surprising, powers weren't common, but they existed. Her powers were eccentric like herself nonetheless. In the back of his mind, he immediately linked the previous murder case to the girl sitting next to him, it was an obvious response after witnessing everything. He wanted to make sure it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him however.


Without any indication, he reached for a gun by his seat and shoved it into her mouth, interrupting her shrewd grin. Ignoring whatever objection she may had, he pulled the trigger. It may had hurt more from this distance, but it wouldn't had killed her considering her powers, it was his way of testing her capabilities. Bang


They ended the ride back with little casualties, parking in the police station's lot. Ash tossed the key behind him, toward Sullie's still partner who fumbled it in his hand. He didn't toss it to Sullie because he had a feeling she would instinctively swallow the metal. When he got off the car, his back was finally turned to them. His trench coat was tattered with holes from his shoulder and stained through with his own blood, obvious rogue bullets that hit him from his blind spots.


Despite the injuries, he had the same brisk, imposing step in his walk. He headed to the front of the building, moving through scattered groups of subordinate and into his main office. His office was probably kept in lower maintenance than most others, but it was where he worked best. Bringing down out a box from the top of a shelf, he opened it to reveal a set of tools for first aid. He tossed the trench coat off so that he could go tend to his wounds, his scars told of his experience in handling this matter. After Ash finished, he started rummaging through his file cabinet, lifting out Sullie's files specifically as he started reading. He didn't know which of his juniors had powers but it was a good idea to keep track of them.


He tossed her files onto his desk, intrigued by the information or the lack there of. There was nothing odd or normal about the girl, without a second look at it, he sat down so he could begin to fill out some reports and paper works. It was a menial task, but he had to do it even if he rather go back to where the action was. He wore on his reading glasses as he started writing away on the papers, his foot tapping a rhythm to help speed up the time when every moment had seemed like several minutes.


It was a long day.
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[decomposition]

Upon reaching the coffee table she placed her fruit on, Madeline took a piece of mango and placed it in her mouth; moaning softly at the heavenly taste as she chewed. Her eyes remained on Tyson while he pulled out his phone to send a text to someone, which was mostly likely Skylar if she had any right to guess. Swallowing, she sighed and simply munched on another fruit. When she finally heard about the Freedom Fighters' leader, her eyes couldn't help but to roll because reckless was putting it politely. So, she nodded her head with a slightly with a quiet scoff. Surely, the time to repay Skylar was long overdue so why was Tyson still hanging around him?


Placing a hand on her hip, the woman watched as the other started to move with the beat projecting from the speakers and smiled. In her heart, she knew that being mad at Skylar was on the borderline of pointless because if it wasn't for the him, the man that she loved so deeply for wouldn't even be alive - and that was something she couldn't absolutely bear. For what it was worth, she kind of owed the leader as well but that wouldn't be until the late future, probably when all of this shit was done and over with. Him and the Freedom Fighters were still a pain in her ass, nevertheless.


Finally responding to Tyson's question, shoulders shrugged. "I think you know me well enough to know that chillin' it always on my agenda, babe," Madeline said as she walked over to a three switches on her living room wall. Flipping all three simultaneously up - one mechanically closing the window curtains, another dimming the light and the last turning on her fireplace - she stretched afterwards.


Slightly overhearing the conversation that was being held, the woman turned around with a faint frown on her face and made her way towards Tyson while receiving a wink. Straddling him, Madeline took the glass out of his hand and took a sip of the cognac beverage before twisted her body to settle it on the coffee table. Returning back into her position, she made a light hum as she brought up her hands to run fingers through his hair, combing strands back gently. Green hues scanned his face, savoring his features and then tilted her head. A frown turned into a playful smirk.


"Are you needed to do some mighty Freedom Fighter duties now or..." her words trailed off into a whisper as fingers moved to lightly waltz over his cheek. Lips press onto his but only for a short moment, not wanting to spoil her playfulness. "Are you going to show how much of a pleasure it really is to see me?" she smiled, her tone laced with the tone of tease. Since she was planning on going to the police department tomorrow, to pay the cop who killed her men a personal visit, a bit of fun was all she needed tonight. After all, it is going to be like a suicide mission. Hopefully Rei would be up for the task.

(can time skip if you want.)

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