Happy Massacre's Day

[caleb]

TAGGED: Closed To Amber Silex, Zain Delwyn, Artemis Falcon, Alexander Russo, Marcus Quartermaine, Madeline Page, Baeddan Hathaway And Elliot Moran
[W] Language And Violence

Posting Order: Caleb > Elliot > Amber > Marcus > Zain > Maddie > Artemis > Baeddan
Special Note: How About We Don't Post Novels Here Since We Have Lots Of People Posting
|So Keep It Short But TC Standards Of Short|

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February 14th, 2008

Earlier That Evening

At the Valentine's event with his fiancee Amber he was having a normal time dancing away with her from the concerts of music going on. Having a wonderful time not caring really about the plans of the night. Things were all set up perfectly to where he had one henchmen of his from his group target out individuals. They were to be taken by the person without knowledge and who knows how the predators captured their preys. He was allowing his people to go ahead with their own wild imaginations. He only had one target for the night which he already obtained earlier that evening. Some asshole untainted by the name of Elliot Moron or something along those lines of a name. He did not care he already drugged the man with some heavy dose of sleeping medication pills in his drink. This was right after he had his Valentine's lunch with his other love, Annabelle Grey. Caleb was a busy man this evening to where he had to set everything perfect or else it would of of worked out. Which is why at this moment with his fiancee he was having fun.

Laughing, smiling, twirling her around then kissing her every now and then to make it seem like they were such the happy couple to be wed. He was not sure if Anna was around but if she was then she would of hated the scene. Either way he was playing the part and letting himself be shown so that when people go missing he was not to blame. How can he be at different places at once? Was such a wonderful time at the festival which he saw his minions at play and smirked. Set on purpose that the males would stalk out the female victims and vice versa so there be less suspension of things. He was sure most would take the easy route of drugging their person when they had the chance, with something. Better that then to cause some scene of dragging off their victims into the night. After hours of being with Amber as his distraction he left with her too since he told her his plans. She knew them well since she also was a member of his little group. Which is why they did get along so well despite the fact they were playing a lie. Leaving the village, they were off to home or supposedly they were off to home but he knew better and she knew better. Broke away so that they can met up again later in the spot he told her to met, just as planned.

Later That Evening

Now it was around 12am which the festivities of the drunken people was still going on but this was alternate plans. His people had gotten the ones he needed and he smirked slowly at the outcome and did it perfectly. Caleb got Alexander the day before for more torture to the asshole who shot him in the arm. Then this evening after her got Anna be kidnapped Elliot and had him in the designated shack he found near town hall. Good thing this little shack had a basement so no one could hear anyone even if they screamed on top of their lungs. Amber and Caleb departed earlier so she can make her successful in her mission to collect Marcus Quartermaine. Everything was set perfect to where Zain already collected Maddie and Artemis got Baeddan. Things were in settled order which now he was looking at his collection of trusted members then smirked slowly. He suggested the others not to speak at all so they would not be recognized at all. Though they could if they wanted to and before they even came here he already strictly said, no names what so ever.

Caleb was daring to speak up though since he was sure the people were so drugged up they wouldn't remember the night after they were dumped. Standing there looking at the people who were tied up so they would not be able to get away from here. Their eyes were blind folded so they would not be able to see a thing and their hands and feet bounded. With his hands in his front pockets of his trench coat he just stood there smirking. Tilted his head to the side as he smoked a cigarette then waited for the untainted bastards to stir away. The rest should be awake soon except for Alexander since he was just beaten up and drugged up, act of revenge from Caleb. Bastard deserved it but the others would not get the same treatment unless they snapped back to him. Now this was going to be a fun night and he knew fear would rise up soon. No one was being killed this evening, just was a statement he was sending, but who said there wasn't going to be some fun messing with the untainted victims. Before they were dumped in front of town hall like the pieces of trash they were.

[elliot]

Valentine's Day held no special significance to Elliot Moran. He was indifferent toward it all, especially since it was on this day, among other holidays, that his disgustingly Tainted family members attempted to peacefully contact him. Naturally he didn't take notice of their pathetic attempts. He had been avoiding them for years now, and just because it was some ridiculously sentimental holiday didn't mean he was going to suddenly remember the love in his heart and go back to the people who had brought him into the world and the older sister who pretended to care. It was bad enough that he carried with him the knowledge he was born from two of the unnatural, diseased Tainted. Why would he submit himself to doing something so degrading as actually associating with them? No... no. He wouldn't give in to them and their whining. He wouldn't submit to their oaths of blood and family and love.

Elliot Moran was above that. He was human enough to realize their tricks and label them correctly: as filth. And despite the fact that they were his blood relatives, they were still abominations.

Despite Elliot's hatred for the holiday, he went to the square for the celebrations. But he wasn't celebrating with everyone else. Instead, he was taking the opportunity to hand out pamphlets, detailed ones about the dangers of the Tainted, to passers-by. Once in a while he would begin his preaching, raising his voice to a rapidly increasing crowd, attempting to convince them of his undeniably correct beliefs against those with 'gifts'. Or, more accurately, those with curses.

The day had only just begun and Elliot had worked himself to the point of a break. He went to a nearby stand and got himself a drink. When he was rummaging through his messenger bag full of anti-Tainted propaganda, he felt someone brush past him. He looked up, an annoyed look on his face, and saw the back of a retreating figure. He had every intention of yelling out to the stranger, perhaps tell him to watch where the hell he was going, but then decided against it. He was thirsty. So he payed for his beer - which, by the time he had finished searching for the money had been placed before him - left the stand where he had gotten it, retreated to a nearby bench, and drank it eagerly. It soothed his dry and overworked throat, felt wonderful going down.

But then something less-than-wonderful began to happen. Elliot, at first, blamed it on his overworked and overstressed body, but as the time and symptoms increased, he realized with a sinking feeling that... something... was... wrong...

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Elliot stirred. A low groan emitted from his throat and he tried to move his arms - but they stayed in place, bound at his back. He felt a the cool floor against his cheek and realized that he was laying down. He tried once again to move his arms, but to no avail - and when he attempted to open his eyes, his eyelashes brushed against a cloth blindfold wrapped around his head. There was panic, rising in his chest, a slow fear that he didn't want to surface. Instead, he turned that immediately to anger, something he was so very skilled at doing, and began thrashing his arms and legs (which were also bound). His movements, though, were slightly sluggish, his body still recovering from whatever he had been drugged with. And he knew he had been drugged, almost right as he had woken up. Or perhaps right before he had passed out. That retreating figure, the one that had bumped into him at the square, he had been the one to do it. And he would make sure he paid for whatever humiliation she and anyone else was submitting him to at that moment.

"What the hell is going on?" Elliot said, his voice cracking. The phrase was slurred together, sounded more like, 'Wha... eh... ellsgoon?' Elliot swallowed, trying to save his mouth from being so impossibly dry. After a moment he managed to unstick his tongue and clear his throat. He resumed his thrashing for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to realize that it was futile, him doing so. He was bound tightly. Someone definitely wanted him to stay where he was, and he had a good idea who it was. The fucking Tainted. He could think of no other suspects more perfect.

Elliot let out a grunt and began speaking again. "What do you think you're doing, you stupid asshole?" Elliot snapped, figuring that it was that man who had drugged him who had also tied him up and put him on the floor. "I swear to God, the second I get out of these ropes I'm going to wring your disgusting little neck." Elliot didn't have the presence of mind, at least yet, to realize that there were other people bound on the floor neck to him. He might have felt the body right beside him if he wasn't so distracted by the rage surging through him. He knew he was helpless, and that was what fueled his sharp tongue. He was a victim, and oh! how Elliot Moran hated to be a victim.

[missyerin]

EARLIER

Nothing ever goes according to plan, no matter how much preparation and time/effort you put into pulling things off exactly as they are meant to go, it’s not a guarantee it will all work out. But sometimes, if your lucky, when that boat with the whole is sinking faster than you can scoop out the water to save yourself, you learn in the instant to swim, and get away with no major harm done. That was the way Amber worked, teaching herself, learning from her mistakes and getting the job done, and well. The evening all went according to plan so far, where her and Caleb enjoyed each other’s company dancing with each other and heating up the dance floor. So after that they had to go their separate ways, because there was a plan, perfect, and it needed to be executed just so. Marcus Quartermaine, he was there to, and it was extremely important she talk to him. Of course there was always the option of drugging him up with enough tranquilizers to put an elephant to sleep, but where was the fun in that? No, Amber had done her research on this piece of trash, he for one deserved worse than anything she was capable of. On that note she has made her introduction, calling herself Allie or something like that. He bought it. But was being difficult, as there was talk of a girlfriend, so he didn’t want to just do whatever she said. Even if Caleb saw how flirty she was having to be, though it made her sick, it was all going towards something better.

Aggravated and a little pissed off Amber went to her last resort, as it was obvious he just wasn’t going to listen to her, and she asked him outside for a smoke. She never smoked a lot really, only when very stressed or a social thing, that’s it. Now though it was all a ploy to lure him away from the crowds. Just by looking at her you wouldn’t be able to tell Amber was strong or even capable of defending herself whatsoever, you should never under estimate her though, or you learn very quickly to regret that. When Marcus pulled out a cigarette to offer her she grabbed the bat she had placed there the night before, and gave him a good swing in the ribs, sure she heard at least one, maybe two of them crack. Then another swing, this time hitting him on the side of his head. Unfortunately, Amber was so preoccupied with the satisfaction of the hit that she didn’t see his arm swing up to hit her, right in the jaw to. It didn’t hurt that much, since it was at an angle, but it was enough to spilt her lip. Nothing serious, a little painful, but she still didn’t cry out, and gave him another good swing on the side of the head to keep him out for a bit. Nothing really concussion worthy, just enough to keep him quiet. She didn’t even need to drugs to keep him looking like he was just asleep. The only thing Amber really had to do was wipe away some of his blood on his face and take care of her lip. Driving down to the shack at which Caleb had told her to go to she made it there, no one following her at all.



PRESENT TIME

It took a lot of strength but she managed to heave Marcus to her car. Not really her car, just one she’d found in the parking lot that looked like no one would miss much and sped off. Taking him to the shack she brought him in, sure he was about to wake soon, and he was tied back quickly. Amber went to stand back and surpressed a laugh, the filthy untainted all there together, tied up, it was really quite a pleasant sight, for the most part she couldn’t wait to get things underway. The only thing was she kept trying to hide her lip, it was a big inconvenience and embarrassing, to know someone so un important could do that to you really did nothing for the ego. But hell, he would pay for it. Amber was more pissed off than ever and wanted to torture him badly. She looked at Caleb, and the filth he himself had brought in and smiled a little, tonight would be fun.

[mark]

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Earlier That Evening

Marcus had wanted to take Jesi out for a night in the big whole vday things, sure he was not great on the whole thing but he knew it would be interesting and to show some people up. Sure he had a lot of other things that he could be doing like, finding his brother killing him, killing people that should be or just messing around with some other people and get them to give up what ever they had. Then there was the fact that he hated, really hated this day more then any other day that he had ever been through other then the day that his mother died. Them were the two days that he hated more then any other day in the world. But he was going to put on a happy face for he wanted to show Jesi a good time and show that he could be a nice guy sometimes when he wasn’t taking her in one of there rooms any other day. Smirking this was his throughs as he fixed the black shirt and black pants that he had on with his black boots, he was really pulling off the color of the season at that time. he smirked he liked this a lot.

While there thought he had meet another girl there, but he knew that he was always going to be there for Jesi. She also knew that it was ok sometimes to look at another girl but in the end they knew where they were going to end up and in what bed. Marcus had fun talking to this girl but it seemed that she wanted something from him and he did not know the whole total thing that she wanted, but it was not known what she wanted really. He as well was getting a bit pissed off with this girl that was talking to him, she wouldn’t tell him right off what it was that she wants, but he would agree with her he had to smoke so that he wouldn’t go crazy with this. He went with her out into a less crowded area so that they could light up with out people getting mad at them for smoking. He took out the cigs and was then hit in the chest with a bat, what the hell was going on. He was then hit again and again, but not before he hit this bitch in the face with his fist before he was hit again. This time he was down and out onto the ground and wasn’t going anywhere on his own any time soon.

Later that evening.

It was not that long afterwards that something felt like hard ground to him. Really it had been some time since Marcus was beaten with a bat then drug off to some weird place that he did not know where it was. He had himself tied up and he could not see where he was, stupid thing he hated it when he ended up like this thought normally he was on a bed and not on the floor and he had his clothes on. Yes Marcus was a rather big perverted man and so he was glad with some thoughts that would keep him from yelling for a moment. Shifting around trying to get his hands untied but all things failed him to the point where he was frustrated with it. "Where the hell am I!" He demanded as he could hear others around there and was not going to let some girl take him like this where he did not want to go or be.

The roped were tight and they were holding him back from doing the things that he wanted to do at that time. His eyes could not see what was around him and he could hear some things and feel the ground that was below him. Thought this did not do much good for him seeing that he did not know where he was in the first place. All he knew was that the girl that he had been talking to had done this to him, and he hoped that he had gotten a rather good punch in on her seeing that she had ruined a lot of the things that he had wanted to do that day with her beating him up. What was with this and why was it that he had been brought here in the first place? Was he here for something like did he do something bad, or was it because he was untainted and this was just some stupid tainted trash working together for some retarded thing ever. He wanted to be home and not here now and he was going to fight for all of this.

[zain]

Earlier

V day, oh what a day out of any day this was one that he wished would go and jump off a cliff. Sure he had a girl Bella but that was something else and he had done something big for her before he had gone out that day. He had made her breakfast, got her a card, some roses and chocolates and a big teddy bear that he knew she wanted from the things that she had told him when they would go out and such. He made it a big thing for her when she woke up because he was going to be gone today and he did not want her to think that he did not love her. He loved her more then anything in this world so he was going to make it up to her in a big way when he would finally get home that night, when ever he got home that is it was odd that was for sure. He had dressed fast in his normal black band shirt with 30 Seconds to Mars on the front and his jeans and shoes then left there in a fast pace.

Making his way to the square he was going to check out what was going on there, this was the place that he knew his target Madeline Page was going to be. Knowing that she was going to have a both there he had to just find her and get her so that he could take her to the place that they were all meeting. It was not as hard as he thought that it was going to be to find her, he was not looking around to long when he saw her sitting there doing face painting and such, oh he had to laugh about that she must have been one of them goodie untainted made him want to puke right then. Pulling out the vile he had and snuck around dumping the stuff into her drink and smirked moving around so no one would see him. Sneaking and not being seen was something that he was rather good at, now time would tell if he had put enough of the stuff into her drink to take the effect that he had wanted from this.

Watching his watch and the place that she was working, he kept a tab on her the whole time making sure that she was drinking enough of it and getting as much of the knock out drug into her system so that it would be an easy nab. Who knew kidnapping would be so much fun for him to do, good thing Bella was part of the group as well or she would be pissed off at him about doing something like this. Time went on and soon she had moved from where she was working, he had heard something about feeling odd and he knew that the powder was taking its turn in her system this was really good for him now. He just waited as she moved from her booth and was what he seemed to be making her way to the bathroom there. He watched her and followed tell there wasn’t anyone around and she was now down on the ground. He ran over to where she was and smirked as he picked her up rather easily and put her over his shoulder and looked around making sure that no one had seen him taking her off of the ground. Putting her in his car he took off with her to the place where they were all going to be.

Later

He had taken her to the place where every one was going to be meeting, this was an interesting place and he knew that he had done right getting the girl and getting her back here. He had taken his time to tie her up and make sure that her eyes were covered as well, she would not know who it was that had kidnapped her from the place that she had been working. The ride was rather interesting, he had covered her with a blanket and so no one knew that her had a girl in the backseat of his car and no one would know that either. He just was going about like nothing bad had happened and it was going to stay that way, and she had nothing to say about that. So when he pulled up and parked the car he made sure that not a lot of people could see it where it was parked. He moved to the back and pulled her out of there and smirked slowly as he looked at the girl, she was still out he hoped on how much of the stuff that he had put into her drink.

Sighing ever so little he got into the building with her and looked around at the others with there catches of the night. He walked over to where Caleb was closer to that area and put the girl down on the ground and huffed a little bit as he leaned back. He did not say anything just nodded his head some knowing that he was told not to say anything, he just crossed his arms and leaned on his feet and looked around the room at the others. He wanted to laugh about the sight that was there, all the untainted filth that was tied up and bound on the floor just like what they were suppose to be. Biting his lip he was keeping himself from laughing but there was a lot of things that he wanted to ask but refrained from saying anything thought there were a few people that he did know that were bound up. Marcus, he could never remember that piece of shits last name, he had seen him in his work it was odd but this was going to be so much fun.

[maddie]

Prologue

In the few days leading up to Valentine’s Madeline was, shamefully, looking forward to the fete in the village square. On the morning though she could think of a thousand other things shed rather be doing… like shaving her head or holding her finger over an open flame. She hated Valentines day as much as the next single person did but for some reason she had forgotten about it until the morning of the day. Frick it anyway.

She couldn’t say ‘no’ and by half past ten in the morning she was already setting up a booth per her sister’s orders. Maddie was far from an artist and originally Rose (said sister) had been meaning to ask Blaize, her son, to help out. Blaize had refused point blank to have anything to do with it all, and so it was down to Maddie and her abundance of spare time to help out however she could. That meant that she was spending the day painting faces of super happy shiny people. She new she was going to go nuts by the end of it.

As the day wore on and the queue of people all but vanished, Madeline’s arms were sore an her head was starting to swim. She hadn’t eaten much at all and her throat was as dry as a pharaoh’s sock. She had a drink from earlier that day that had been sitting on one of the shelves for about two hours now, and the whole time she felt it was teasing her. Now that she had painted the last face that she could for the time being, she practically snatched the plastic cup from the shelf and took a mouthful. At first she thought it tasted slightly off, but she blamed the fact that it had been sitting ou for so long and that most of the fizz was flat by now. So she drank it down, thankful that despite its taste it was still wet and cold and hit just the right spot to quench her thirst, and went to sit down again.

But as she turned it felt like the world was turning against her and se felt dizzy. She frowned, taking a deep breath, trying to clear whatever it was that made her so wobbly. When it didn’t work and she had been standing still (or as still as she could) for several minutes, the other girl that was working on the booth with her turned around and asked if she was ok. Meddie just nodded and mumbled, “bathroom,” before ducking out of the booth and heading towards the edge of the square where the toilets were. She really didn’t feel good, and as she walked through the empty ‘back-stage’ parts of the fete she had to hold onto a nearby telephone pole to stop herself from falling.

The world was spinning around her. She leaned heavily against the pole and let her eyes close as she breathed deeply. But it wasn’t helping, and before she knew it a cold darkness seemed to flood her senses. She was falling.

And then, nothing.

Something cold and hard was pressing against Madeline’s temple. That was the first thing she noticed as the ringing started to leave her ears and feeling began to return to her body. Consciousness was returning, slowly. She could feel her arms and legs but she couldn’t move them, and it was several moments before she realised that they were tied extremely tightly, her hands behind her back. She was on her side, on the ground, and the cold, hard surface against her head was the ground itself. She frowned, and in doing so realised two things at once; there was something covering her eyes, pressing her eyelids shut, and a sharp pain pierced through her head from her temple. She couldn’t tell if it was bleeding or not, but she guessed she must have hit her head when she fell. She could hear footsteps around her and she knew she wasn’t alone. Did she dare to move though?

As the wooziness began to lift she started to think more clearly. Where was she? What was going on? Why on earth was she tied up? How long she was out for she had no idea, but she knew it wasn’t an accident. And she was scared. Why her? Then she could hear voices; sharp and angry and the words they spoke led her to believe that they were in the same situation she was. Two voices, both men, both extremely pissed off, and both very close by her on the ground.

“Sshh,” she hissed, wishing at once for more courage and wishing she hadn’t said anything at all. Now whoever was there knew she was awake too, and she really didn’t think that would be a good thing. Awkwardly, she rolled onto her back, knowing that pinning her arms behind her wasn’t as painful as having her throbbing head pressed against the cold floor.

“Right now… screaming and yelling isn’t going to help anyone… so shut the hell up.”

She wasn’t on the side of whoever was doing this to them, and she hoped that the undiluted fear in her voice was enough to tell that, but she wasn’t going to ask for worse than they were already getting. She wasn’t stupid. Frightened, bewildered, vulnerable, definitely, but not stupid.

[art]

[W]

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It's Like I'm Trapped - Earlier

Artemis was always happy to complete a mission, especially when it was something truly important. Something that would make her earn the respect of the others, the ones who thought of her merely as a pretty face, a hot body...just an appearance. No, after this, they would see her as a person, see what Miss Artemis Salena Falcon could do at full force. Quite honestly, the moment wasn't coming soon enough. Artemis' plan had already been put into action, she had thought of it almost the minute she had heard about who her assignment was, and what she knew about him. One, he was a teenager. Two, he was a boy. And three, he was a teenage boy. Three guesses to what his weakness was? Pretty girls. It was a simple way to figure out how to get to him.

So, she devised a plan. It was simple, but, usually, the simpler a plan was, the better it went. She texted him, all teenagers had cell phones these days. Claimed she was someone she knew, someone he had met a while ago. The one with the blue eyes, the blond hair, remember? Tall, pretty? Yeah, that was the one, of course. She had arranged to meet him on Valentine's Day, telling him she 'couldn't wait to see him, she had missed him'. Lying sort of came second nature by this point. She kept the facts simple, easy to repeat and get correct. No way was she screwing this up. As she walked through the square, she spotted her target. It was Valentine's day, and he was surrounded by a group. Two other guys, three girls. One looked to be his twin, the other guy looked...ok, they were all pretty good looking. All three girls were gorgeous, though they were all distinctly different in their beauty.

She had sent another text message now, telling him exactly where to meet her. Behind that big red and pink tent, where some of the activities were held. It was more private, of course that was her reason. She wasn't dressed to draw attention, in fact, with her short height and small frame, gleaming eyes and long hair, she probably blended right in with the high schoolers who were attending the event, they comprised a large percentage of the event's attenders, though there were people her age there of course. A pain went through her. Three years ago, this day would've been spent with Matt. Of course, she couldn't think about that now. She straighted the long sleeved black shirt she wore, and brushed off the jeans.

She made her way to the back of the tent where she had arranged for him to meet her. Within moments, the young boy appeared around the corner. Behind her, around the corner of the building off to the side, a car was parked nearby. That was basically her getaway. When the guy appeared, there were clearly a few facts he realized right away. First of all, she was neither tall, blond, or did she have blue eyes. Second of all, she had a very scary look on her face. And third of all...nobody would hear his screams from here. Taking his momentary shock to her advantage, she attacked. She might've been small, but she was strong. One punch, to his pretty little nose. For all the Untainted that had judged her. Another, to his eye, for all that had hurt her. He tried to struggle a little, but she had him pinned down. And the last, sort of just to knock him out...for all those who had left her. Once he was unconcious, she dragged him to the car.

I Believe In This - Present

Art drove to the place where the members of Caliga were supposed to meet. Truly, she didn't know who all had been chosen for this mission. She had just taken it without question and done what Caleb asked. Truly, she was just happy to have a purpose for once, a clear cut thing of what she was supposed to do. She had listened to every detail, and followed it exactly, down to the most miniscule thing like going out of her way to get there, and binding Bae's hands, wrists, and blindfolding him before she got there. She also had a better idea of how to carry him, after she parked. She could pull just part of her powers, make herself a bit bigger and more strong, sort of half animal something, she was thinking wolf. It would look weird, but it'd work.

She parked the car, and opened the door, walked around to the back and saw he was waking up a little. Stirring, and he wasn't the happiest person in the world...she didn't blame him. She muttered a little something, and then picked him up. "Just be quiet...ok?" she said, pulling a bit of her animal strength. She was having second thoughts...shit, no, none of that. But she couldn't help the flashbacks...damn, she was remembering. She needed to stop that. Shaking her head a bit, she walked the short distance to where she knew they were supposed to meet up. Everyone was there, apparently she was last. She came up and felt the boy still stirring. Setting him down, she shifted back to normal full human, and looked around, not really making eye contact with anyone.

[baeddan]

Baeddan was generally excited about the Valentine’s Day extravaganza. He got to spend the day with Dodge and Ky, Sel and Gin, and of course Erik O’Douchebag, as he was affectionately named. He got to partake in some of Mama Dodge’s baked good (and by ‘indulge’ he meant pilfer and eat, and then grin a chocolatey grin when he was found out). He also got to see Maddie, Dodge’s aunt, looking rather miserable at her face-painting booth but trying desperately to seem like she was having the time of her life listening to little kids whine about the colors of the hearts or butterflies or what-have-you on their faces. The woman had much more patience than Bae might have had, had he been the one roped into working at the booth. In his boredom and annoyance, he might have had a slip of the paintbrush, making the heart hideously lop-sided or forgetting to paint one of the butterfly’s wings. But that was probably one of the reasons he hadn’t been asked to do it.

It was around midday when Bae got the text. Pausing in his conversation with his five best friends, Bea flipped open his cell and opened the message, his blue eyes skimming over the writing and a line appearing on his brow. Apparently he had agreed to meet some girl – someone whose name wasn’t mentioned, but someone he probably should have known – at a specific location somewhere in the square. Needless to say, Baeddan felt extremely guilty about apparently forgetting about whoever was getting a hold of him. He wasn’t really the twin that booked way too many dates – no, that was usually Kynan, and often times the boy did it purposefully, overestimating his time management capabilities. It had been a while since Bae had actually asked someone on a date or banked his charms in snagging someone of the opposite sex. There was a bit of a reason behind that, but not one that he was willing to actually thing about, lest it lead to… things.

But as it was, Bae now had a sort of obligation to see this girl who he had promised to meet and had forgotten about, so he slipped away from the group with a frown, saying that he’d be back with them as soon as possible. He followed the rather convoluted directions he got from her and kept an eye out for the tall and blonde and blue-eyed and pretty girl (not exactly his type, but he would have to see her first to either recognize her or determine whether or not he wanted to spend much time with her). But where he was led and what he saw wasn’t what he expected. Not one bit.

Instead of the blonde girl he had been promised, there was a rather petite brunette, one with a look on his face that could be only described as frightening. He had a fleeting thought, a thought that maybe he should turn on his heel and run in the opposite direction, but he was momentarily frozen by his shock and confusion that when she came at him he could no sooner raise his hands to defend himself than flee the scene. Her fist made contact with his face in a blow that sent him reeling, and the second one into his eye blinded him. He stumbled, a low groan of pain escaping his throat. A final blow, a third one was all it took, and he slipped into unconsciousness, his head pounding and his heart hurting.

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He could tell that he was in a car, and that they were coming to a halt. He didn’t know where he was or who that woman had been, and part of him wanted to believe that this was some absolutely crazy hoax that had gotten out of hand. He wanted desperately to hear Erik’s voice, or Kynan’s, or Dodge’s, but instead he only heart a car door opening and closing, and then the door by his feet opening as well. And then a hushed voice, telling him to keep quiet. All he could do in response was tremble. Whatever voice he had once had was gone, overwhelmed and crushed by terror. He wanted to plead, wanted to be able to see without the blindfold obscuring his vision, wanted to touch his throbbing and bleeding face, wanted so many things that he knew with a sinking feeling he couldn’t have.

Baeddan was startled when the woman picked him up and carried him. He could tell by her gait that they were going down stairs, and there was a definite change in air pressure. It smelled like a cellar – that and the scent of blood left Baeddan dizzy. He was thrown on the floor, and even then his voice didn’t allow him a yelp that would have come with his contact with the cold and unyielding floor.

There were others there, on the floor, he could tell. One of them was whispering, scolding, ordering the others to keep their mouths shut. He thought he recognized that voice, but couldn’t, not in his current state, identify who it was. The person – a woman, he could tell by the tone – was right next to him, and his trembling and somewhat useless leg was halfway draped across hers. He wanted desperately, for whatever reason, to shift over and press himself to that body, the one that was in the same condition as he was yet seemed so much more collected. But he couldn’t move, partly because he was tied and bound and partly because he was afraid to do so. He didn’t want to be hit again. Never in his life had he been hit like that – no wrestling match between brothers had cracked him open like that woman’s punch had.

A small whisper left Bae’s mouth, but had no substance; there were no words falling from his lips, only something softer than a groan and partially less pathetic than a whimper.

Maybe it would have been better for him to be hit again. If only so he could sleep through the rest of the ordeal. If only.

[caleb]

Now standing there he was a little stiff and not moving as the members with their assignments showed up one by one. He was amazed on how short of a time they took to actually get there exactly. He told them the drop off time was at 12am and the last one was Art who showed up at 12:05am. Not bad, he thought which he smirked to his fellow members then spoke up. "Prompt and on time. Nice work." He was ignoring the comments of the untainted which one of them was being a complete annoying dimwit. His blue eyes moved over to Elliot which he walked over to him. He heard the whisper of the Maddie girl and he laughed coldly. "Should listen to the lady. Our conference shall run a lot smoother if you hold your tongue and let me do the talking." He remarked, he then slowly walked away then noticed something. Amber was kind of shying away for some reason so he thought something was wrong, she wasn't like this. He went right up to her and caught her by the chin looked at her face. As he stood there studying her he noticed the wound on her lip though it was cleaned up.

Anger boiled inside of him though which he whispered something to her after giving her lips a peck. "Don't be embarrassed." He did not think the others heard him since he whispered it to her personally. Also openly showed his affection to Amber in front of his selected few members he had there. Turning back around to face the group of people he walked over to them again, untainted filth. Plucked Marcus out of the group then dragged him a little away from the others by the hair. Already he can see the main was hurting but hell he was not even in sheer pain yet. Caleb went kicked the man once hard in the stomach and proceeded to kick him hard in the ribs. The others would be able to make out the sounds that someone was being hurt, painfully. Another swift kick in the same place in his stomach right in the same place he kicked before. "I bet from now on you shall think twice about harming a female, ever. Untainted piece of filth." He actually spit on Marcus before he went tossed Marcus back into the other people, didn't care who Marcus landed on or near. Like he would care about the well abouts of these people.

Going back to the scanning of the people he began to speak up and in his dark tone of voice, he was not afraid of them hearing his voice. "As you all may of figured out by now your no where close to warmth of your nice warm beds or in the presence of close friends. Also you may have figured out that your hands and feet are bounded like the pigs you all are so you can't even attempt to run. I would allow you all to see exactly where you have landed for the night but felt otherwise. Think of it this way, I am doing you a favor by not letting you see what is coming to you." He laughed off a snicker then looked at his members and then he pointed at Zain first. "I need you to be my eyes and surround the place to make sure no one is near here. I'm sure you can handle that and warn if anyone is coming." His gaze went away from Zain since he knew that would be a one man easy task for him for his powers helped. Next he pointed to Artemis then he smiled off to her since she did an amazing job, he actually felt sorry for the poor boy. "Can you start grabbing the five buckets of blood and bring them here, open them up. Then dump each one of the buckets on one of these pigs. Don't forget the one over there knocked out." He nodded over to Alexander who was badly beaten up and just barely breathing.

When that was done his eyes went to Amber and he went into his pocket and pulled out what could be heard as keys. "Sorry to ask this of you, sweetheart. But I left the mouth gags in the trunk of the car. Should be in a black bag there just bring the whole thing to make your life easier." He took her hand then placed his trusted car keys into her hand then he nodded off. Orders were complete and now he was just going to taunt on the untainted as he waited around. He walked over then he went to Baeddan first and kneel down to his level. Before he touched the boy he adjusted his black leather gloves down on his hands. "Wow, you got beat up by a girl. Makes you feel like a man doesn't it?" He went looked at the wounds and then laughed, ruffled up the boys hair to taunt. He did not even bother to talk to Marcus at all since he did kick the shit out of him. His next was Maddie who was tied up near Baeddan on the ground and a smirk went on his face. "Oh Maddie, my my you look just as beautiful as your picture on the internet." He knew that would send a chilling creep up her spine. "I told you I'd stop by and say Hello." He remarked which he was about to touch her cheek, just run his hand down. But Elliot stopped him from doing that with his petty threats.

"Ah now you see why you are all here in the first place. Everyone I want you to met Elliot Moran the village untainted tainted hater. Mr. Moran believes that tainted are freaks, animals and belong in some experimental cage to test on OR containment for the rest of their lives. Untainted bastards like Mr. Moran is what makes your names as untainted even more unlikeable to those who are tainted. I for one feel the opposite about our race and preach a different set of words. Sanglignée was meant as a reserve place for the tainted and I feel, just like some others, that your filth should be removed not the other way around. Actually I feel so strong against your kind I am even asking myself why push untainted filth out of Sanglignée, they should just be gone. You my friends are the weak chain in the evolutionary involvement. Darwin's law states, as some might know, the strong survive then adapt to their environment and the weak perish from existence." He paused for a moment then straighten up put his hands behind his back. "So, basically, I'm helping the involvement along and you all shall be removed from existence." He was strong with his words, though it was a lie, his members knew it was a lie. But hell he just loved to fuck with peoples minds for the fear in people did excite him more then anything else.

[elliot]

Elliot couldn’t stop the cold laughter that came from his lips. As if he was going to stay quiet. There wasn’t a chance of that, not in the world. He wasn’t the type to hold his tongue, as should have been well known already. He didn’t know who the woman was, telling him to be quiet, but her words were falling on deaf ears. He had been told to stay quiet ever since he was in his late teens, ever since he started protesting the Tainted. And if he hadn’t managed to keep his mouth shut before this moment, there was no way in hell he was going to let someone – Tainted or Untainted, it didn’t matter – keep his from voicing his opinion. His rather harsh opinion. An opinion that was being proved with every passing second. The Tainted were all monsters, inhuman and cruel and dangerous, and that couldn’t be denied, not any longer. Especially since a group of them were now guilty of kidnapping and assault. Disgusting creatures. Thinking that they were above the law. Rest assured, though, if Elliot got out of all this alive, he would press charges faster than anything any of those scum had ever seen. Rest assured.

The only time Elliot managed to keep his mutterings against the monsters to a minimum was when someone – the leader of the group, Elliot would warrant – apparently dragged someone out of the group of the bound Untainted on the floor and starting beating him. Elliot clenched his jaw and once again began to struggle against whatever was holding his hands and legs together, not because he wanted to get free and help whoever was getting so painfully beaten, but to perhaps save himself from the same fate. Beyond being close-minded and hard-headed, Elliot was endlessly selfish. That selfishness was what first turned him against the Tainted and was what kept him doing so. And it was now causing him to strain his arms and legs, twisting violently and hoping that whoever had caught him hadn’t done a good enough job tying him up. But of course there was no way for him to escape the bonds. When this fact became more than obvious, Elliot opened his big, ignorant mouth again. “We who are fortunate enough to be Untainted don’t have to identify the gender of you beasts,” he spat, grinding his teeth together and struggling even more in vain. “You’re nothing more than animals for an impending slaughter, so what does it matter if your little dirty girl gets knocked around? She’ll be gone soon anyway.” Most of this was being said over the moans and groans of whoever had been the victim to the leader of the Tainted, so it might not have reached everyone’s ears. But Elliot hoped it reached the ones he was aiming for.

The leader gave orders to his followers, and Elliot almost started at the mention of buckets of blood. Almost started, because flinching would have shown vulnerability, and that was something he didn’t want to show his captors. Those lower than him. Because that’s what they were – lesser beings that he shouldn’t have had to be afraid of. But of course no one took the initiative, no one did what had to be done. The Tainted were insects that had to be exterminated. Elliot gave that information in his protests and pamphlets and pickets. And now this was PROOF, that the Tainted were savages. What more did anyone need? What other displays of recklessness and disregard for decent society had to transpire? Everything that Elliot had predicted was coming true with a vengeance, and that was one thing positive that might have come from the experience. Despite the bruises and broken bones and broken spirits, at least this would get the truth out about the Untainted and their hateful ways. That was something that Elliot could look forward to. And how he wanted them destroyed. He didn’t care if the result would take down his mother and father and sister in its wake. It would all be worth it, all of it, as long as those who were Untainted and normal could start living their lives without fear.

Elliot’s stomach flipped when the leader mentioned him by name. First, when Caleb accused him of being the cause of all of this, Elliot wanted to open his mouth and protest, but instead he held his tongue for what must have been the first time in his life and let the man have his little speech. He could have this moment, because in another moment Elliot would be verbally beating him, using his voice as a weapon. It was all he had at the moment, considering the helplessness that came with being bound and thrown on a cold floor. As every word slipped from Caleb’s mouth, the blood in Elliot’s veins started boiling in rage. It was different, being on the other side of the verbal barrage, being the one talked down to and made out to be dirt. He didn’t enjoy it at all, and instead of that realization invoking feelings of empathy toward the Tainted, it only made him hate them – and, specifically, this Tainted man – even more. As if that was possible.

Finally Caleb’s speech came to an end, and Elliot was fuming on the basement floor. “What a lovely speech,” Elliot hissed, venom in his voice. He strained against his bonds, as if getting free would do him any good. Although, at this point, he would do anything at all to be able to get his hands on the man who had been speaking. How Elliot wanted to rip him apart, and for so many reasons. In reality, Elliot shared the sentiments that Caleb shared, deep down inside. He was just so damned bitter. He was the only one in his entire family to be Untainted, and he knew that made him weaker. He knew that meant that he hadn’t evolved while they had. But would he ever, in a million years, admit that to himself or to anyone else? Never. Never. So instead of letting those thoughts surface, he forced himself to believe – a transition that was done with ease, fueled by anger – that the Tainted were nothing. That they were filth. That they should be contained or destroyed, just like Caleb had said. And that was so much easier to believe. It was more simple to accept change, but simple wasn’t what Elliot want. He wanted conflict, and God DAMN if he hadn’t gotten it.

“And how right you are,” Elliot continued. He raised his voice, so it carried in the room. To all of the ears of the Tainted and Untainted alike. It was like he was on his normal podium, waving his fliers, spitting his words like poison. “The Tainted aren’t the next step in evolution. They are a mistake. They’re against any higher power and they are against the rules of nature. They don’t deserve any power they were given – and it’s obvious that it’s power that will be abused. Used against us! Used against those that are normal!” Elliot let out a frustrated grunt, a sound that bordered on animalistic. “I don’t care about just Sanglignée. I’m talking about the world. There shouldn’t be an inch of this Earth occupied by any of you disgusting monsters. You need to be exterminated before your infestation drives away what’s right and natural in this world, do you understand me?” Elliot’s voice was becoming hoarse – he had been screaming the words without even realizing it. “Do you understand me?! I want you dead! All of you! Disgusting pieces of trash, unworthy of the life you should have never, ever been given!” Elliot’s chest was heaving with what might have been his last breaths, but he didn’t care. He was saying what needed to be said in the face of this danger and in the face of the inflated egos of the Tainted. “You don’t deserve the powers you have! You’ll misuse and abuse them, turn them against the people that are living normal lives, and all because you’re jealous of what you don’t have!”

How true his last statement had been. Only they were directed to the wrong people. They should have been directed to him.